Post by Kella on Dec 6, 2009 1:11:13 GMT -5
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Race: Arkanian
Age: 41
Height: 6'3
Weight: 185 lbs[/font]
Rembrant exudes a harsh aura of formidability. His eyes, like those of most of his race, are pure and creamy white; as if two Krayt dragon pearls had found their way into his visage. His hair is thick and also white, and he keeps it trimmed in a military flat-top; not a strand out of place. He has yet to suffer the receding hair-line of middle-age, though he does have a subtle widow's peak. In fact, he is devoid of many of the signs of middle-age, though he still bears every one of his forty-one years.
Rembrant is tall, with broad shoulders and a wide stance; heavy frame carrying a muscular, yet lean build. On each of his hand, he has only four fingers, tipped by claws, a trade-mark of his race. Rembrant's skin carries a wide multitude of scars, criss-crossing and inter-mingling, some fresh, some decades old, all tell-tale signs of nasty injuries.
He can usually be found in olive-green combat-style boots, heavy canvas cargo-pants, deep brown in color, and a simple tan or olive-green shirt. He carries two visible weapons; a heavy-blaster on a bandoleer-type holster, and his saber, which he keeps fastened to his left thigh. When he is traveling, he almost always keeps the heavy blaster with him, however, when he is not, he often leaves it behind in favor of mobility.
Rembrant's mannerisms are closed and rough; implying that he does not appreciate outside influence or opinion. The only expressions to cross his face are ones of focus, or varying shades of grimace.
Between that disconcerting stare of his, his solid physique, and gruff mannerisms, Rembrant can appear an intimidating fellow. In his case, looks are not deceiving.[/ul]
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Traits:
Rembrant's temperament is deadly serious. He has little tolerance for jokes and humor, and looks upon ignorance and arrogance with disgust.
With an easy mind for strategy, Rembrant's intelligence makes itself apparent, though his way of doing things may seem unfounded initially. If he knows he is right, he simply ignores those who tell him otherwise.
Rembrant's temper is more icy than an Arkanian wind. To provoke it is foolish indeed. In those times where he becomes quiet and very, very still... Well, it suffices to say that I hope you've written your Will.
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Threads:
A Will United: Rembrant's first encounter with The Will of the Force. It could end badly... (Ongoing)
Duels:
vs Locke Nemsee: In the hunt for a Hutt's Tongue, Rembrant finds himself in the reflection of phantoms off the past...
Other:
RP Mentor Thread: I was one of the first Guinnea pigs for the new section. A duel between Rembrant and Ozzril resulted. Much epicness ensued. (Ongoing)[/ul]
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Quotes:
"My saber speaks as easily as my tongue."
"Mere words cannot undo the deeds of the past."
"For me, there will never be peace."
"What you Jedi fail to realize is that there are two sides to the Will of the Force. It is not in and of itself a noble thing, as you love to teach. The Force weaves both the Light and the dark to its will, seeking balance. Surely you see this. Or else you are blind. You have not walked where I walked. You have not felt the Darkness of the Force as deeply as I have. You know only the light. To you, the Darkness is only a story, a shadow in your nightmares. To me the darkness has life, it has depth, and that you will never understand. Delude yourself with your Jedi Arrogance all you will. But leave me be."
-- To Ozzril Ackbar