Post by Twysper on Sept 22, 2009 13:32:56 GMT -5
Name: Ekerin (Eh-kur-in) Tavres (Tah-ver-res)
Age: 14
Race: Amaran
Height: 5’1”
Weight: 106 lbs.
Appearance:
Ekerin is of slim build, with an Amaran’s dark red fur and his own attentive ocean blue eyes. A small dash of black freckles spot the red fur around his face, and he’s always careful to keep his russet shaded tail out of the way of the other students when they’re walking. As far as deviation in clothing goes, nothing could interest Ekerin less at the moment, and so he wears the “normal” outfit of the temple consisting of earthy browns. Ekerin’s voice is smooth and warm, with crisp and precise pronunciation due to his remembrance of learning the foundations of basic from his parents. (Persuasive and clear, if a bit shrewd, negotiators both.)
Birth place: Corellia
Faction: Jedi
Rank: Youngling
Bio:
Getting Around
Ekerin’s father was another trader on Amaran, the usual haggling merchant Amaran seemed to cultivate, until he had the good fortune to meet a couple of newly arriving Corellian businessmen looking for permanent help negotiating prices and deals. The shrewd Amaran quickly led them back to his house, where they were received gladly by his wife as well. The two Amaran’s were near-perfect hosts, seeming to anticipate their guests’ needs before they asked. When the two parties did agree on terms, it was the Amaran’s that had arranged suitable transport, lodging, and payment. The pair escorted the wealthy (they had seen a few numbers while agreeing on terms) merchants back to their ship for the night, zealously guarding their new benefactors from other Amarans that may have wanted to cut a different deal. Fortunately for them, they were able to deflect questions and comments by the rest of their suddenly inquisitive species until they were sure the merchants were confined in their ship for the night. After they returned to their home, the two mused over the day’s events, and wondered if they should’ve pressed for more. Other Amarans had left the planet before, but they were usually diplomats or persons of equal importance, and thus Ekerin’s middle-class father and mother both rejoiced over their sudden good fortune and opportunity. Within the week, they were on their way to Corellia with the group of merchants, belongings sold or packed tightly into the cargo spaces of the ship. Ekerin’s father and mother had also both taken the precaution of carrying small blasters recently haggled over, because if the deal looked too good to be true, it probably was…
The crew… turned out to be just some more of the normal pilots found throughout the galaxy...
And the merchants… turned out to be honest businessmen (as honest as businessmen can be anyways), and the two Amaran’s felt slightly silly as they waved to their new employers and stepped into their bright new home without incident. The pair celebrated.
Birth to Age Three
Ekerin was born on Corellia, smack dab in the midst of Coronet City. While he was staying at the hospital with his mother, his parents issued a go-ahead on testing for midi-chlorians once prompted by the doctor, and while positively elated when they heard their son was force-sensitive, they also insisted that the Jedi should wait until Ekerin was three before they came to retrieve him for training. After the brief stay at the hospital confirmed he was healthy, Ekerin, for his part, grew up in a loving home, with parents who knew that they would eventually have to let him go. He was always quiet as a newborn, and it often concerned his parents that something was wrong with his voice. But at age one he took his first steps, and within a week after that, he issued his first real statement. “Daddy.”
At age two he had broken his perpetual silence, and often hounded his parents with questions, never asking the same question about the same thing twice after receiving an answer. At one point his dad dryly remarked that it might be a relief to have the house quiet again when the time came. Seeing the flat look his wife gave him, Ekerin’s father quickly moved to defuse the situation.
Before age three, Ekerin had completed his toddling exploration of the house. The young Amaran’s eyes always seemed to be sparkling with curiosity, and in turn, he always seemed to be learning something about the way the universe worked. Occasionally through experimentation, much to his parent’s distress, as things that should not be touched were quite severely poked, and fragile things often the victims of his exploits with gravity. His parents watched him grow up with a mixture of pride and sadness.
They celebrated Ekerin’s third birthday apprehensively, and he wondered why their gazes kept flicking back to the door for the rest of the day. They were afraid that they might've been too demanding in asking to keep him till he was three, and slept fitfully while Ekerin drifted off in his crib safe and soundly with his tail draped over him. The next day, close to the same thing happened, and a bemused Ekerin started to imitate them, watching his parents with curious eyes from his place on the floor.
Another few days drifted by slowly with no sign of the Jedi, and then a week, until the pair of Amaran parents were sure their son had been forgotten or missed. And then, in the middle of the day, while Ekerin was napping, a pair of Jedi knocked on their door lightly. Ekerin’s mother answered the door, and after she calmed her flood of mixed emotions, she invited them both inside and out of the noisy Correlian streets quickly. Ekerin woke as his father gently lifted him out of his bed, protesting slightly at being woken as he was carefully carried out to meet the Jedi. Both Jedi were human, and seemed friendly enough to Ekerin, and so he sat observing them quietly while they finalized arrangements to take him to the temple.
Three to Seven in Four
After an uneventful arrival, Ekerin found himself thrust into a new life quite suddenly. He was assigned to the bear clan and was greeted by most of his peers cordially. Then his training started in earnest, and Ekerin found himself trying to absorb knowledge as fast as he could, progressing along with the rest of his clan at a rapid clip. Another note, when it came to helping people in the temple, young Ekerin had friends, and he had peers. He helped his friends because he liked and respected their abilities, or enjoyed their company. He helped his peers out of a sense of common courtesy. But the difference was always as subtle as encouraging his friends a little more during practice, and no one ever thought much of it. During this period in time, Ekerin also focused his training mostly on telekinetic activities and his groundwork lightsaber technique, Shii-Cho, seeing them as the most immediately useful tools at his disposal in the temple. He wouldn’t have described himself at the time as having rivals, just learning opportunities and friends.
Seven to Twelve in Five
With time, Ekerin matured slightly, learning more about the light-side of the force, and losing the distinction between friends and peers, although he was always quick to realize when another being didn’t like him after an incident with another student during a practice lightsaber drill. The concept was to have the two initiates learn to work together to block blaster fire. Ekerin dismissed the slight gleam in his partner’s eyes for enthusiasm, and they were soon hard pressed to deflect the light stun shots from the teasing, lightning-fast remotes. To their credit, they were both able to block or whirl out of the way of most of the blaster fire. Most. In retrospect, Ekerin admitted that what happened next could have been an accident.
Ekerin was crouched with his back to one of his clan mates, a slightly older Bothan girl, flaring green lightsaber held diagonally in front of him as he watched the remote revolve slowly in mid-air. He could feel and hear the other remote humming behind him, the one he was trusting his partner to keep occupied. The two remotes ponderously orbited around the two younglings, and they in turn smoothly shifted to continue facing outwards. Ekerin’s slight smile was illuminated by the brilliant green and blue glow of their lightsabers in the dim training room. He could sense there was a Jedi knight near, and in all likelihood, looking for a padawan. Ekerin thought he had a shot at being that padawan if he performed well, and he calmed his breathing while readjusting his grip on the lightsaber in his hands. Then, Ekerin felt the training begin as the remote altered from its subtle spin, starting a series of more complex jerks and twitches. For a time, the pair of students was able to maintain synchronized movements and cover each other’s blind spots, and Ekerin felt himself flowing from one blocking position to another smoothly, his russet-red tail carefully held out of the way of his partner’s footwork as the two worked in tandem, the odd bolt deflecting off the wall or ceiling. Then, without prior warning, he felt his partner abruptly whirl away from the spot behind him, and at the same moment he was hit in his dominant shoulder with one of the stun beams. A sharp intake of breath hissed through the Amaran’s teeth as he felt the pain lance down his arm and through the rest of his body. Ekerin’s numbed right hand held onto the lightsaber hilt loosely until he was able to clumsily pass it over to his less-adept left, hoping that the session was over. With an audible sigh of relief, the Amaran’s ears drooped tiredly as the remotes slowly settled back into their respective cavities in the training room wall. It had to be an accident. His partner must’ve been overwhelmed and had to move out of the way instead of deflecting the bolt. Ekerin relaxed. He knew he had done his part, to the best of his ability, and that he hadn’t failed. His partner had failed. Or maybe she had meant to do that. Or maybe the masters controlling the remotes wanted to see his reaction! What if he hadn’t reacted fast enough for the knight? Ekerin’s calm suddenly dissipated as something akin to slight paranoia set in. He rounded on his partner, appraising her body language and facial expressions in an attempt to decide whether or not her 'accident' was purposeful. He just needed to catch the glint in her eyes for a moment before making a decision. She had definitely done that on purpose... But it made her look bad too, so who exactly won here? Ekerin made a mental note to be wary and not so blindly trusting of others in the future, no matter who they were. Both younglings suddenly felt the force presence of the Jedi knight disappointingly fade deeper into the temple. Neither of these two was the padawan he was searching for.
During these years at the temple, Ekerin learned to adapt to conditions, and how to make good use of his speed, to weave in and out of his opponent’s lightsaber strokes before catching them off-guard with his own parry and riposte. He learned to couple his intelligence with the force in order to analyze weaknesses and consistencies in an opponent, and then to exploit them. Ekerin loved learning, but perhaps more so, he was always content in the knowledge that he was getting stronger. There were those better than him at certain aspects of Jedi training, but if they were, Ekerin made it his goal to outdistance them in something else, and he used this drive to power his advancement through the years, while continuing to excel in using the force for telekinesis and lightsaber combat. It’s also worth mentioning that Ekerin enjoyed his proficiency at unarmed combat, using his claws to great advantage on padded dummies, passionately enough that he’d have been labeled a ‘madclaw’ by a Wookie bystander. However, one of the aspects of training that continually eluded him was directly contacting force energies. Ekerin was determined and a bit stubborn though, and he meditated and practiced in this field until he was at par with Jedi standards for his clan, hoping that he would soon catch the eye of a Jedi knight looking for a padawan.
Lightsaber: Single blade, practice saber
Color: Emerald green.
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: (3)
Telepathic: (2)
Body: (3)
Sense: (2)
Protection: (1)
Healing: (1)
Destruction: (0)
Specialized Skills: N/A
Attributes:
Physical Strength: (4)
Intelligence: (5)
Speed: (5)
Leadership: (2)
Unarmed:(3)
Melee Weapons: (1)
Ranged Weapons: (0)
Force Attunement: (+2)
RP Sample: Not needed for youngling, if I’m correct. I’m sure I could always elaborate on another training bout if needed though.
Age: 14
Race: Amaran
Height: 5’1”
Weight: 106 lbs.
Appearance:
Ekerin is of slim build, with an Amaran’s dark red fur and his own attentive ocean blue eyes. A small dash of black freckles spot the red fur around his face, and he’s always careful to keep his russet shaded tail out of the way of the other students when they’re walking. As far as deviation in clothing goes, nothing could interest Ekerin less at the moment, and so he wears the “normal” outfit of the temple consisting of earthy browns. Ekerin’s voice is smooth and warm, with crisp and precise pronunciation due to his remembrance of learning the foundations of basic from his parents. (Persuasive and clear, if a bit shrewd, negotiators both.)
Birth place: Corellia
Faction: Jedi
Rank: Youngling
Bio:
Getting Around
Ekerin’s father was another trader on Amaran, the usual haggling merchant Amaran seemed to cultivate, until he had the good fortune to meet a couple of newly arriving Corellian businessmen looking for permanent help negotiating prices and deals. The shrewd Amaran quickly led them back to his house, where they were received gladly by his wife as well. The two Amaran’s were near-perfect hosts, seeming to anticipate their guests’ needs before they asked. When the two parties did agree on terms, it was the Amaran’s that had arranged suitable transport, lodging, and payment. The pair escorted the wealthy (they had seen a few numbers while agreeing on terms) merchants back to their ship for the night, zealously guarding their new benefactors from other Amarans that may have wanted to cut a different deal. Fortunately for them, they were able to deflect questions and comments by the rest of their suddenly inquisitive species until they were sure the merchants were confined in their ship for the night. After they returned to their home, the two mused over the day’s events, and wondered if they should’ve pressed for more. Other Amarans had left the planet before, but they were usually diplomats or persons of equal importance, and thus Ekerin’s middle-class father and mother both rejoiced over their sudden good fortune and opportunity. Within the week, they were on their way to Corellia with the group of merchants, belongings sold or packed tightly into the cargo spaces of the ship. Ekerin’s father and mother had also both taken the precaution of carrying small blasters recently haggled over, because if the deal looked too good to be true, it probably was…
The crew… turned out to be just some more of the normal pilots found throughout the galaxy...
And the merchants… turned out to be honest businessmen (as honest as businessmen can be anyways), and the two Amaran’s felt slightly silly as they waved to their new employers and stepped into their bright new home without incident. The pair celebrated.
Birth to Age Three
Ekerin was born on Corellia, smack dab in the midst of Coronet City. While he was staying at the hospital with his mother, his parents issued a go-ahead on testing for midi-chlorians once prompted by the doctor, and while positively elated when they heard their son was force-sensitive, they also insisted that the Jedi should wait until Ekerin was three before they came to retrieve him for training. After the brief stay at the hospital confirmed he was healthy, Ekerin, for his part, grew up in a loving home, with parents who knew that they would eventually have to let him go. He was always quiet as a newborn, and it often concerned his parents that something was wrong with his voice. But at age one he took his first steps, and within a week after that, he issued his first real statement. “Daddy.”
At age two he had broken his perpetual silence, and often hounded his parents with questions, never asking the same question about the same thing twice after receiving an answer. At one point his dad dryly remarked that it might be a relief to have the house quiet again when the time came. Seeing the flat look his wife gave him, Ekerin’s father quickly moved to defuse the situation.
Before age three, Ekerin had completed his toddling exploration of the house. The young Amaran’s eyes always seemed to be sparkling with curiosity, and in turn, he always seemed to be learning something about the way the universe worked. Occasionally through experimentation, much to his parent’s distress, as things that should not be touched were quite severely poked, and fragile things often the victims of his exploits with gravity. His parents watched him grow up with a mixture of pride and sadness.
They celebrated Ekerin’s third birthday apprehensively, and he wondered why their gazes kept flicking back to the door for the rest of the day. They were afraid that they might've been too demanding in asking to keep him till he was three, and slept fitfully while Ekerin drifted off in his crib safe and soundly with his tail draped over him. The next day, close to the same thing happened, and a bemused Ekerin started to imitate them, watching his parents with curious eyes from his place on the floor.
Another few days drifted by slowly with no sign of the Jedi, and then a week, until the pair of Amaran parents were sure their son had been forgotten or missed. And then, in the middle of the day, while Ekerin was napping, a pair of Jedi knocked on their door lightly. Ekerin’s mother answered the door, and after she calmed her flood of mixed emotions, she invited them both inside and out of the noisy Correlian streets quickly. Ekerin woke as his father gently lifted him out of his bed, protesting slightly at being woken as he was carefully carried out to meet the Jedi. Both Jedi were human, and seemed friendly enough to Ekerin, and so he sat observing them quietly while they finalized arrangements to take him to the temple.
Three to Seven in Four
After an uneventful arrival, Ekerin found himself thrust into a new life quite suddenly. He was assigned to the bear clan and was greeted by most of his peers cordially. Then his training started in earnest, and Ekerin found himself trying to absorb knowledge as fast as he could, progressing along with the rest of his clan at a rapid clip. Another note, when it came to helping people in the temple, young Ekerin had friends, and he had peers. He helped his friends because he liked and respected their abilities, or enjoyed their company. He helped his peers out of a sense of common courtesy. But the difference was always as subtle as encouraging his friends a little more during practice, and no one ever thought much of it. During this period in time, Ekerin also focused his training mostly on telekinetic activities and his groundwork lightsaber technique, Shii-Cho, seeing them as the most immediately useful tools at his disposal in the temple. He wouldn’t have described himself at the time as having rivals, just learning opportunities and friends.
Seven to Twelve in Five
With time, Ekerin matured slightly, learning more about the light-side of the force, and losing the distinction between friends and peers, although he was always quick to realize when another being didn’t like him after an incident with another student during a practice lightsaber drill. The concept was to have the two initiates learn to work together to block blaster fire. Ekerin dismissed the slight gleam in his partner’s eyes for enthusiasm, and they were soon hard pressed to deflect the light stun shots from the teasing, lightning-fast remotes. To their credit, they were both able to block or whirl out of the way of most of the blaster fire. Most. In retrospect, Ekerin admitted that what happened next could have been an accident.
Ekerin was crouched with his back to one of his clan mates, a slightly older Bothan girl, flaring green lightsaber held diagonally in front of him as he watched the remote revolve slowly in mid-air. He could feel and hear the other remote humming behind him, the one he was trusting his partner to keep occupied. The two remotes ponderously orbited around the two younglings, and they in turn smoothly shifted to continue facing outwards. Ekerin’s slight smile was illuminated by the brilliant green and blue glow of their lightsabers in the dim training room. He could sense there was a Jedi knight near, and in all likelihood, looking for a padawan. Ekerin thought he had a shot at being that padawan if he performed well, and he calmed his breathing while readjusting his grip on the lightsaber in his hands. Then, Ekerin felt the training begin as the remote altered from its subtle spin, starting a series of more complex jerks and twitches. For a time, the pair of students was able to maintain synchronized movements and cover each other’s blind spots, and Ekerin felt himself flowing from one blocking position to another smoothly, his russet-red tail carefully held out of the way of his partner’s footwork as the two worked in tandem, the odd bolt deflecting off the wall or ceiling. Then, without prior warning, he felt his partner abruptly whirl away from the spot behind him, and at the same moment he was hit in his dominant shoulder with one of the stun beams. A sharp intake of breath hissed through the Amaran’s teeth as he felt the pain lance down his arm and through the rest of his body. Ekerin’s numbed right hand held onto the lightsaber hilt loosely until he was able to clumsily pass it over to his less-adept left, hoping that the session was over. With an audible sigh of relief, the Amaran’s ears drooped tiredly as the remotes slowly settled back into their respective cavities in the training room wall. It had to be an accident. His partner must’ve been overwhelmed and had to move out of the way instead of deflecting the bolt. Ekerin relaxed. He knew he had done his part, to the best of his ability, and that he hadn’t failed. His partner had failed. Or maybe she had meant to do that. Or maybe the masters controlling the remotes wanted to see his reaction! What if he hadn’t reacted fast enough for the knight? Ekerin’s calm suddenly dissipated as something akin to slight paranoia set in. He rounded on his partner, appraising her body language and facial expressions in an attempt to decide whether or not her 'accident' was purposeful. He just needed to catch the glint in her eyes for a moment before making a decision. She had definitely done that on purpose... But it made her look bad too, so who exactly won here? Ekerin made a mental note to be wary and not so blindly trusting of others in the future, no matter who they were. Both younglings suddenly felt the force presence of the Jedi knight disappointingly fade deeper into the temple. Neither of these two was the padawan he was searching for.
During these years at the temple, Ekerin learned to adapt to conditions, and how to make good use of his speed, to weave in and out of his opponent’s lightsaber strokes before catching them off-guard with his own parry and riposte. He learned to couple his intelligence with the force in order to analyze weaknesses and consistencies in an opponent, and then to exploit them. Ekerin loved learning, but perhaps more so, he was always content in the knowledge that he was getting stronger. There were those better than him at certain aspects of Jedi training, but if they were, Ekerin made it his goal to outdistance them in something else, and he used this drive to power his advancement through the years, while continuing to excel in using the force for telekinesis and lightsaber combat. It’s also worth mentioning that Ekerin enjoyed his proficiency at unarmed combat, using his claws to great advantage on padded dummies, passionately enough that he’d have been labeled a ‘madclaw’ by a Wookie bystander. However, one of the aspects of training that continually eluded him was directly contacting force energies. Ekerin was determined and a bit stubborn though, and he meditated and practiced in this field until he was at par with Jedi standards for his clan, hoping that he would soon catch the eye of a Jedi knight looking for a padawan.
Lightsaber: Single blade, practice saber
Color: Emerald green.
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: (3)
Telepathic: (2)
Body: (3)
Sense: (2)
Protection: (1)
Healing: (1)
Destruction: (0)
Specialized Skills: N/A
Attributes:
Physical Strength: (4)
Intelligence: (5)
Speed: (5)
Leadership: (2)
Unarmed:(3)
Melee Weapons: (1)
Ranged Weapons: (0)
Force Attunement: (+2)
RP Sample: Not needed for youngling, if I’m correct. I’m sure I could always elaborate on another training bout if needed though.
If, on the other hand, this site has a different definition of intelligence, please inform me, so I can know what the stat is actually gauging. 
