Post by Synth on Feb 24, 2009 17:33:32 GMT -5
Name: Thal Dhelmir
Race: Human
Age: 12
Height: 5'3
Weight: 120pounds, more or less.**
Appearance: The child is mature and conserved, and his appearance is biased by his usually despondent and detached attitude, making him seem older than he really is. Standing at five feet and three inches, Thal is not unusually tall, nor small. His body has a naturally slim shoulders, a somewhat broad back, an angled jaw and sharp features hidden underneath a remnant of baby-fat that still clings to his cheeks. Though 'cute' for his age, his venomous expresion gives off the appearance of tired eyes, and a foul mood. It's not that his personality is inherently bound to experience darker emotions and portray them, but he's a very expressive person, and without noticing his emotions are always plastered across his face, easily read...
For the sake of comfort, Thal pulls his hair back into a tight pony tail, holding his hair some inches past his collar. Since he hasn't been chosen as a padawan, yet, he chose not to cut his hair and wear the ceremonial/traditional braid yet. - Without any real possessions as a young child in the Order, his hair became one of his muses and comforts, and the object of whatever little vain obsession he could have. His hair is also the colour of his eyes, which are a deep obsidian. Pools of vivid emotion drawn in shades of black and sometimes a deep, honey, brown. Brought out by his pale complexion, his almond-shaped eyes are framed by wide brows drawn in arcs over them. His nose is small, with a somewhat long bridge, giving him an aristocratic air that goes well with his poisonous and arid demeanour.
Birth place: Coruscant's lower sectors.
Faction: Jedi
Rank: Youngling
Bio:
[ -Basic background - ]
Thal Dhelmir is born son to Yhan Dhelmir (father) and Lex Yvax (mother. His father was a force-adept that chose to abide by the life of a normal civilian in Coruscant, while his mother was a dancer at humanoid-clubs in Coruscant. - His father took the responsibility of raising Yhan until his child was found by the Jedi Watchmen overseeing Coruscant**. This happened during the first year of Thal's life, moments he could not remember, months that his father could not, and will not, forget due to the stress of raising a child as a virtually single father, with an irresponsible woman as his wife.
In the Jedi Order, Thal was not a extraordinarily gifted child or youngling. He was the usual struggling child, performing on routine. His true passions did not lay in the teachings that the Jedi instilled into him, but rather in his own body... learning to control it, master it, showing a deep interest in the art of healing and techniques related to the body. As he became older, raised as an ordinary youngling, he found himself with limited knowledge and resources, but always demonstrated a desire to learn, a desire to attain knowledge. Around the start of Thal's pubescence, he met a jedi healer named Xhen, and eventually grew attached to him by visiting the older Jedi in his meditation chambers. Xhen would spare Thal some of his knowledge, some of his pity, and eventually began teaching the boy with spare lessons every other week, and even gifted Thal with his first training lightsaber. Sometimes even months would go by without Thal hearing from Xhen. Xhen became the first parental figure, aside from the temple's many mentors and Jedi Masters, that Thal would create a sort of attachment too.
A year after meeting Xhen Thal decides to ask him to be his Master, but Xhen quickly declined, saying he wasn't ready to take on the responsibility of training a padawan. Xhen eventually excused himself, with the following words: 'The force, so unnatural but casual, will eventually weave the strings of destiny, and entwine your fate with a bright and potentially great future... You show promise, and I'm simply not the one The Force chose.' Shocked, and with a broken morale, Thal became more recluse and sealed himself off.
[ Current events: ]
At the moment, with 12 years of age according to the galactic standard, Thal still does not have a Master assigned. Ever since he turned twelve years old this has been a unnerving and stressful bother constantly seizing his patience down. Feeling somewhat neglected, Thal alienated himself from the rest of his collegues, choosing to take up a more solitary life in the Jedi Temple, burrowing his mind into his studies, attempting to attain knowledge that would make him stand out as a youngling, perhaps a selfish and helpless attempt at impressing a Master or Knight with his abilities... and in the process get a Master. But, in the end, the jedi archives which he is allowed to view, and the classes he manages to get, can only do little for him.
Lightsaber: - Thal owns a basic and nondescript training saber. Made of a silver hilt, low-quality crystals, tuned to only burn and taunt skin with pain upon contact, not potent enough to stand up to a real saber for prolonged combat.
Color: Blue***
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho: 2
Makashi: n/a
Soresu: n/a
Ataru: n/a
Shien / Djem So: n/a
>>Sub-form Backhanded: n/a
Niman: n/a
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield: n/a
Juyo: n/a
Double Bladed Combat: n/a
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 1
Telepathic: 1
Body: 1
Sense: 3
Protection: 2
Healing: 3
Destruction: 0
Specialized Skills: n/a
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 2
Intelligence: 3
Speed: 3
Leadership: 1
Unarmed: 0
Melee Weapons: 1
Ranged Weapons: 2
Force Attunement: +2
RP Sample:
[[While not necessary, I still wish to put up a sample post, for the sake of demonstrating my abilities as a role player.
]]
Trapped within his private chambers, Thal accessed the small pool of knowledge in his brain, the lessons tattooed into his heart, and indulged in them... loosing himself within the tenets of the Jedi, the code, trying to understand them better. It was almost impossible for his feeble mind to understand any deeper meaning in the code, in the jedi teachings, without the guidance of a Master, but he tried. And by deepening his connection to the force, and his presence in the force, to the limits of his ability as a youngling with very scarce knowledge of the force, he could put to ease his troubled mind. Through the meditation methods that his mentors in the temple taught him, he cleared all doubt, and bother, submitting himself to the will of the force, as a Jedi Master once advice him to.
After calming down his emotions of denial, Thal withdrew a small silver hilt from his belt. It fell neatly into his palm, accommodated within his fingers. Both hands were placed on the hilt, fingers tentatively squeezing the metal, while he flicked his thumb to press upon a the ignition button. Once ignited, the energy within the hilt erupted into a jolt of light, refined through the focusing lens, sharpened down to a simple omni-directional blade of incandescent, intangible, blue light. Trembling with energy within his grasp, the training saber began to croon with a passive hiss... perhaps as it burned the oxygen, or as the energy passed through the complex mechanisms, Thal didn't quite know. The sound was merely comforting, tempting.
He assumed the basic Shii-Cho stance, bending his right knees while slightly inclining himself forward, holding the blade above chest lever, raising it, till it was high enough to alter the colour of his onyx eyes, casting a cerulean reflexion over them, but still remained below his jaw. As the older Jedi advised during the lessons were Form I was taught to many younglings at once, Thal released the pressure he applied with his pointer and index finger, and instead tightened his pinkie, ring, and thumb, but mistakenly let his thumb slide up the hilt and run almost near-parallel with it, as if he was assuming a Makashi grip... it was a nasty habit to get rid off, that disabled him from truly grasping the art of Form I, and often led him to lose his patience during training. But once he had corrected the error after spending a few minutes in the posture and meditation, he proceeded to practice the marks of contact... at least, the marks of contact he would remember. He began practicing velocities by himself, playing with his shadow, against an imaginary foe. Increasing speed, moving with awkward and innocent clumsiness, trying to perfect the movement of his arms, and how his tense back provided the foundation for his bicep's strength, which rolled down his elbows, down to his wrist, finally to the fingertips that held the saber too tightly. Slowly, little by little, Thal developed his abilities... strengthening them, developing them, sharpening them into a possibly dangerous resource in the future, while trying to practice some discipline. At times, it was tempting to strike down and dismember his imaginary opponent, piece the flesh of a nonexistent victim, and release his passions with movements that simply 'felt' right and followed the path of logic, but he did not gave into his lust for bigger power, and instead limited himself to performing the basic velocities, strictly performing the techniques he had been taught, instead of what his body dictated.
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* Weight and Height are subject to change; Didn't find any trustworthy child weight/height charts on the net.
**Jedi Watchmen, on Coruscant. I'm not sure if one would be necesary in the planet the temple is established in. Not sure if there's any actual Watchmen npc in this forum. ]
*** Originally it was green, until I noticed the inconsistency between the sheet and sample post.
-- Also, Character is subject to change and open to criticism/opinion. --
Race: Human
Age: 12
Height: 5'3
Weight: 120pounds, more or less.**
Appearance: The child is mature and conserved, and his appearance is biased by his usually despondent and detached attitude, making him seem older than he really is. Standing at five feet and three inches, Thal is not unusually tall, nor small. His body has a naturally slim shoulders, a somewhat broad back, an angled jaw and sharp features hidden underneath a remnant of baby-fat that still clings to his cheeks. Though 'cute' for his age, his venomous expresion gives off the appearance of tired eyes, and a foul mood. It's not that his personality is inherently bound to experience darker emotions and portray them, but he's a very expressive person, and without noticing his emotions are always plastered across his face, easily read...
For the sake of comfort, Thal pulls his hair back into a tight pony tail, holding his hair some inches past his collar. Since he hasn't been chosen as a padawan, yet, he chose not to cut his hair and wear the ceremonial/traditional braid yet. - Without any real possessions as a young child in the Order, his hair became one of his muses and comforts, and the object of whatever little vain obsession he could have. His hair is also the colour of his eyes, which are a deep obsidian. Pools of vivid emotion drawn in shades of black and sometimes a deep, honey, brown. Brought out by his pale complexion, his almond-shaped eyes are framed by wide brows drawn in arcs over them. His nose is small, with a somewhat long bridge, giving him an aristocratic air that goes well with his poisonous and arid demeanour.
Birth place: Coruscant's lower sectors.
Faction: Jedi
Rank: Youngling
Bio:
[ -Basic background - ]
Thal Dhelmir is born son to Yhan Dhelmir (father) and Lex Yvax (mother. His father was a force-adept that chose to abide by the life of a normal civilian in Coruscant, while his mother was a dancer at humanoid-clubs in Coruscant. - His father took the responsibility of raising Yhan until his child was found by the Jedi Watchmen overseeing Coruscant**. This happened during the first year of Thal's life, moments he could not remember, months that his father could not, and will not, forget due to the stress of raising a child as a virtually single father, with an irresponsible woman as his wife.
In the Jedi Order, Thal was not a extraordinarily gifted child or youngling. He was the usual struggling child, performing on routine. His true passions did not lay in the teachings that the Jedi instilled into him, but rather in his own body... learning to control it, master it, showing a deep interest in the art of healing and techniques related to the body. As he became older, raised as an ordinary youngling, he found himself with limited knowledge and resources, but always demonstrated a desire to learn, a desire to attain knowledge. Around the start of Thal's pubescence, he met a jedi healer named Xhen, and eventually grew attached to him by visiting the older Jedi in his meditation chambers. Xhen would spare Thal some of his knowledge, some of his pity, and eventually began teaching the boy with spare lessons every other week, and even gifted Thal with his first training lightsaber. Sometimes even months would go by without Thal hearing from Xhen. Xhen became the first parental figure, aside from the temple's many mentors and Jedi Masters, that Thal would create a sort of attachment too.
A year after meeting Xhen Thal decides to ask him to be his Master, but Xhen quickly declined, saying he wasn't ready to take on the responsibility of training a padawan. Xhen eventually excused himself, with the following words: 'The force, so unnatural but casual, will eventually weave the strings of destiny, and entwine your fate with a bright and potentially great future... You show promise, and I'm simply not the one The Force chose.' Shocked, and with a broken morale, Thal became more recluse and sealed himself off.
[ Current events: ]
At the moment, with 12 years of age according to the galactic standard, Thal still does not have a Master assigned. Ever since he turned twelve years old this has been a unnerving and stressful bother constantly seizing his patience down. Feeling somewhat neglected, Thal alienated himself from the rest of his collegues, choosing to take up a more solitary life in the Jedi Temple, burrowing his mind into his studies, attempting to attain knowledge that would make him stand out as a youngling, perhaps a selfish and helpless attempt at impressing a Master or Knight with his abilities... and in the process get a Master. But, in the end, the jedi archives which he is allowed to view, and the classes he manages to get, can only do little for him.
Lightsaber: - Thal owns a basic and nondescript training saber. Made of a silver hilt, low-quality crystals, tuned to only burn and taunt skin with pain upon contact, not potent enough to stand up to a real saber for prolonged combat.
Color: Blue***
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho: 2
Makashi: n/a
Soresu: n/a
Ataru: n/a
Shien / Djem So: n/a
>>Sub-form Backhanded: n/a
Niman: n/a
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield: n/a
Juyo: n/a
Double Bladed Combat: n/a
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 1
Telepathic: 1
Body: 1
Sense: 3
Protection: 2
Healing: 3
Destruction: 0
Specialized Skills: n/a
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 2
Intelligence: 3
Speed: 3
Leadership: 1
Unarmed: 0
Melee Weapons: 1
Ranged Weapons: 2
Force Attunement: +2
RP Sample:
[[While not necessary, I still wish to put up a sample post, for the sake of demonstrating my abilities as a role player.
]] Trapped within his private chambers, Thal accessed the small pool of knowledge in his brain, the lessons tattooed into his heart, and indulged in them... loosing himself within the tenets of the Jedi, the code, trying to understand them better. It was almost impossible for his feeble mind to understand any deeper meaning in the code, in the jedi teachings, without the guidance of a Master, but he tried. And by deepening his connection to the force, and his presence in the force, to the limits of his ability as a youngling with very scarce knowledge of the force, he could put to ease his troubled mind. Through the meditation methods that his mentors in the temple taught him, he cleared all doubt, and bother, submitting himself to the will of the force, as a Jedi Master once advice him to.
After calming down his emotions of denial, Thal withdrew a small silver hilt from his belt. It fell neatly into his palm, accommodated within his fingers. Both hands were placed on the hilt, fingers tentatively squeezing the metal, while he flicked his thumb to press upon a the ignition button. Once ignited, the energy within the hilt erupted into a jolt of light, refined through the focusing lens, sharpened down to a simple omni-directional blade of incandescent, intangible, blue light. Trembling with energy within his grasp, the training saber began to croon with a passive hiss... perhaps as it burned the oxygen, or as the energy passed through the complex mechanisms, Thal didn't quite know. The sound was merely comforting, tempting.
He assumed the basic Shii-Cho stance, bending his right knees while slightly inclining himself forward, holding the blade above chest lever, raising it, till it was high enough to alter the colour of his onyx eyes, casting a cerulean reflexion over them, but still remained below his jaw. As the older Jedi advised during the lessons were Form I was taught to many younglings at once, Thal released the pressure he applied with his pointer and index finger, and instead tightened his pinkie, ring, and thumb, but mistakenly let his thumb slide up the hilt and run almost near-parallel with it, as if he was assuming a Makashi grip... it was a nasty habit to get rid off, that disabled him from truly grasping the art of Form I, and often led him to lose his patience during training. But once he had corrected the error after spending a few minutes in the posture and meditation, he proceeded to practice the marks of contact... at least, the marks of contact he would remember. He began practicing velocities by himself, playing with his shadow, against an imaginary foe. Increasing speed, moving with awkward and innocent clumsiness, trying to perfect the movement of his arms, and how his tense back provided the foundation for his bicep's strength, which rolled down his elbows, down to his wrist, finally to the fingertips that held the saber too tightly. Slowly, little by little, Thal developed his abilities... strengthening them, developing them, sharpening them into a possibly dangerous resource in the future, while trying to practice some discipline. At times, it was tempting to strike down and dismember his imaginary opponent, piece the flesh of a nonexistent victim, and release his passions with movements that simply 'felt' right and followed the path of logic, but he did not gave into his lust for bigger power, and instead limited himself to performing the basic velocities, strictly performing the techniques he had been taught, instead of what his body dictated.
--- [
* Weight and Height are subject to change; Didn't find any trustworthy child weight/height charts on the net.
**Jedi Watchmen, on Coruscant. I'm not sure if one would be necesary in the planet the temple is established in. Not sure if there's any actual Watchmen npc in this forum. ]
*** Originally it was green, until I noticed the inconsistency between the sheet and sample post.
-- Also, Character is subject to change and open to criticism/opinion.
-- 
- Anything else I should know/consider?