Post by sparrow on Nov 12, 2009 0:10:21 GMT -5
Name: Ki'ang Hsun
Race: Green Nikto (Kadas'sa'Nikto)
Age: 100
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 240 lbs
Appearance: He is a large nikto with brownish-green skin, his face wrinkled with old age. The circle of horns surrounding the eyes present on all green nikto is especially prominant. The small horns on his chin and on either side of his large mouth are shaped in such a way as to vaguely resemble a goatee. He is a rather stout fellow with a round stomach, thanks to his love of good food and drink. However, he has not completely neglected his own health and fitness. Thick legs support his large frame, and his arms are surprisingly well muscled for someone of his age, though his finger claws are somewhat dulled. While certainly past his prime, the old warrior still should not be underestimated.
Birth place: Carratos
Faction: Jedi
Rank: Master / Watchman
Bio:
Ki'ang's earliest memories were of the streets. Born to a poor family who evidently could not afford to take care of him, he was collected by a local slaver who made his income by gathering poor and orphaned children and having them beg on the streets. It was a difficult existence, and Ki'ang dreamed of one day being able to live a better life, but he knew that if he tried to escape the Overseer would only catch him again. There weren't too many places for a small Nikto boy to run.
The children were regularly beaten by the Overseer, either because they didn't bring in enough income, because he thought that having a few cuts and bruises on them would make them appear more sympathetic, or simply to vent his anger. At first, Ki'ang cried when he was hit, but this often only resulted in more beatings. So by the time he turned four, Ki'ang had learned to endure pain and suck it up. The next time the Overseer came at him with a stick, he stood still, bit his lip until blood flowed, but never made a sound or whimper, willing himself to stay strong with thoughts of freedom.
Ki'ang finally got his freedom when a Jedi arrived on the planet in a mission involving the slaving operation. The Overseer and his lackeys were taken down, and the as Jedi starting arranging for the children to be either sent to local orphanages or adopted by foster parents, one of them did a midi-chlorian test on Ki'ang as part of a standard health examination.
Determined to have Jedi potential, Ki'ang left Carratos at the age of five and enrolled in the Jedi Temple as a youngling. Aware of the pain in Ki'ang's past, the masters had the Temple kept a close eye on him. Glad to be free and eager to please, Ki'ang trained and practiced hard. While he certainly wasn't the best at lightsabers or the Force, during youngling sparring sessions he was known for absolutely refusing to give any ground until either victory or defeat. The masters noted his dogged determination and were impressed, but expressed concern regarding his stubbornness.
It was during this time that Ki'ang discovered his love for food. While Jedi were not encouraged to indulge, Ki'ang had been very skinny had malnourished before coming to the Temple, and the first time he set foot in the Temple cafeteria, he could not believe his eyes at how much there was to eat. The resulting stomachache from his first time there was painful, but oh so worth it.
Taken as a padawan at the age of ten by Bayle Meeker, a forty-year old Jedi Knight, Ki'ang was eager to travel and see the galaxy while continuing his Jedi education. On missions to various planets, the nikto made a point to sample the local cuisine whereever he went, and by age sixteen, he had started acquiring a bit of a belly. Meeker urged moderation, and to make him lose weight, intensified Ki'ang training regimen. Ki'ang's weight, however, never really went down, though the proportion of muscle to fat became much healthier. While he remained a large fellow, he became strong instead of just chubby.
To best complement his physique, Master Meeker began teaching his apprentice the fifth form of lightsaber combat, Djem So, in order to best take advantage of Ki'ang's muscle. Channeling his dogged determination, Ki'ang became quite the fighter, known for beating down his opponents with his relentless saber style. In the meantime, his study of the Force had a heavy emphasis on defensive protection techniques, since Ki'ang's large frame didn't allow him to jump and dodge like some of the other more nimble jedi. Instead he focused on redirecting or nullifying enemy attacks. These defensive powers served him well in one particular instance where a Force barrier he threw up, in conjunction with his master's, helped to hold up a collapsing ceiling just long enough for civilians to escape. His ability in this power was still fairly weak at this point (his master had done 90% of the work in the aforementioned incident), but it was one that he would continue to develop and strengthen throughout his padawanship and knighthood.
Of course, Jedi weren't all about fighting, and Ki'ang's master did his best to impress that fact upon his young padawan. To do so, he volunteered the two of them for several diplomatic missions. In one case, involving a trade dispute, Meeker even let K'ang take the lead. Ki'ang eventually helped negotiate a settlement, though it involving a bit of strong-arming when his master left the room briefly. It had been a test, and although his master as glad he managed to get the parties to reach an accord, he admonished him for his less than aboveboard tactics. It was a lesson Ki'ang took to heart, and although he still had some trouble in the diplomacy area at first, he managed to get better and better at it. While never considered a negotiation superstar, he at least reached the point where the Council wouldn't have to be afraid to send him out on such missions.
This trials were for the most part fairly standard, with the exception of his Trial of Spirit. Ki'ang and his master were investigating an alleged slaving operation on Rorak. The two were laying low when Ki'ang witnessed a young child being beaten by one of the slavers. Bringing back unpleasant memories of his youth, Ki'ang was suddenly overcome with emotion. Leaping out from their cover, Ki'ang tackled the lead slaver, and as his master yelled for him to show restraint, slammed him against the wall, crushing him to a bloody pulp between the stone surface and a rock-solid Force Barrier. When he eventually calmed down, Ki'ang saw the frightened look of the child who had just witnessed someone crushed to death, and was horrified at what he had done. He plagued by nightmares for over a week afterwards. Only after a good deal of counseling from the masters at the Temple and lots of introspective meditation helped him to eventually come to terms with his past and what he had done.
After passing his trials at the age of 22, Ki'ang ended his apprenticeship to Meeker and became a full Jedi Knight, though the two remained close. Over the next few years, Ki'ang was generally regarded as a solid and dependable knight.
He did, however, engage in some activities that made the masters of the Jedi Council shake their heads. Still remembering his home planet, Ki'ang returned there often, and over his visits, befriended a number of local politicians. While there, he occasionally took active roles in investigations into the various crime organizations that would pop up from time to time, especially if said crime organizations engaged in slaving. Those cases he pursued with great zeal, though the experience of his Trials taught him to exercise a certain amount of restraint and to refrain from deadly force. Some of the masters claimed that Ki'ang was too attached to his homeworld, and while his intentions were well-meaning, the fact that he let these attachments affect him posed problems. Other though dismissed that argument, claiming that Ki'ang's activities were beneficial and constructive, he was not overstepping his bounds, and that his enthusiasm regarding planetary affairs made him a good candidate to become a Jedi Watchman in the future.
It was also during this time when he first started practicing the Soresu form. The superior defense of the form helped to mitigate his less-than-stellar speed and agility.
Ki'ang's somewhat impulsive and headstrong nature was somewhat tempered over the following years when he took on a padawan of his own, a female named Dona Roosh. To this day, Ki'ang has never quite figured out what made him take the young Rodian as his apprentice, considering that while he loved traveling the galaxy on missions (and food-tasting expeditions), Dona's greatest dream was to become a Jedi Archivist. She was calm, even-tempered, studious, and always seemed to want to spend all day in the library.
Eventually Ki'ang and Dona reached a compromise of sorts when he convinced her that to become a good Archivist she would have to expand her knowledge and see things firsthand, while agreeing to accompany her on her library expeditions. Ki'ang was revealed to have gotten the better end of the bargain, as he would often spend time napping while Dona studied. The relationship proved to be beneficial to both, however. Dona became less of a bookworm and more willing to experiment, while Ki'ang in those frequent library trips got the chance to study some of the finer points of the Force, something he probably wouldn't have done on his own. Together master and apprentice explored some of the rarer and lesser known Force powers.
One such power was Shatterpoint. While Jedi were known for being able to sense the bonds and connections between living beings, a similar concept could be applied in inorganic objects as well. Placing their hands on an object and channeling the Force, master and apprentice worked on sensing the points that kept the material held together, identifying both bonds and imperfections in the structure. One time, Ki'ang got a little careless, applying a little too much Force to piece of durasteel armor that they were examining and practicing on, and the resulting shattering sent several shards of jagged metal flying towards his chest. Thankfully his scaled skin kept him for being seriously hurt, and a short stay at the medbay later he was back in full health and eager to try again.
After her Knighting, Dona chose to spend several years gallivanting with the ExplorCorps, before settling down in a permanent position in one of the archives. Ki'ang received a promotion to Master, though the new rank didn't really change much for him.
When Ki'ang was 48, the Mandalorians launched a poorly-organized and ill-fated assault on the Inner Worlds. For the Republic as a whole, the incident was only a small blip on the galactic stage, but that did not mean that there was no intense fighting on the the worlds that were attacked. Ki'ang had been passing through a small spaceport on Daga Minor at the time, replenishing the supplies of his ship in the middle of a long trip, when the Mandalorians attacked.
It wasn't a very large attack, the ground force consisting of not much more than a dozen commandos, but the port had almost no defense force. For the scared villages and dock workers, the bombs and lasers raining down from the sky were scary enough, and when the helmeted warriors landed, bringing back old memories of the bloody battles of the Mandalorian Wars centuries ago, most were ready to give up.
The Mandalorians hadn't counted on Ki'ang being in the area though. As the civilians ran and hid, Ki'ang drew his saber and planted his feet down, ready to hold back the mandalorians.
All the techniques that up until now he had only really practiced in restricted, controlled training environments, he now let loose. The blasters and bullets of the mandalorians, those that were not deflected by his lightsaber, seemed to hit an invisible wall before they reached him. As his enemies poured on the firepower, Ki'ang's feet remained planted. He did not move from that position.
He got careless, though. As the mandalorians slowly began to pull back, one of them managed to get off a lucky shot. The bullet came in below his shield, passing through his left calf muscle, causing Ki'ang to collapse to one knee. Seeing the Jedi down, the Mandalorians renewed their attack.
Ki'ang growled, opening his barrier momentarily to pull the one who had shot him close with telekinesis, before renewing it again with the opening now covered. He knocked away his gun with a scaled fist, and grabbed his helmet. Waves of Force energy seemed to pass from his palm to the man's armor, focusing in on the imperfections in the metal. He concentrated, and... boom.
The armor shattered into a thousand small pieces, though unlike his first accident, the shattering was controlled so that pieces at flew outwards, away from Ki'ang and the mandalorian, leaving both unharmed. The rest of the Mandalorians, stunned at seeing their "invincible" armor torn apart, beat a hasty retreat. The one who had lost his armor was still in shock when Ki'ang handed him over for the local authorities to deal with. Ki'ang was a bit surprised himself, as it had been the first time he had used that power at such a magnitude outside the practice room.
Kolto was given to help treat his wounded leg, but somehow, something didn't heal quite right, and Ki'ang was left with a small, but noticeable limp in his left leg.
While his wound was healing, Ki'ang started using a cane to help him walk. He didn't need it, but it did make things easier. Upon his return to the Jedi Temple, he began constructing a new lightsaber that would fit into the end of his walking staff, which he continued to carry with him. The staff served another use as well. As Jedi were supposed to resort to deadly force only as a last resort, the staff gave Ki'ang a blunt weapon with which to beat his enemies over the head should he need to defend himself. Because of its nonlethal nature, he actually used the staff in his later missions more often than his actual saber. He still practiced with his saber though, and on several occasions used the saber in conjunction with the staff, utilizing the blade to block an attack or destroy an opponent's weapon before following it up with a hearty whack from the staff.
When Ki'ang reached sixty, Master Meeker died of old age. Ki'ang was saddened by this, but took comfort in the fact that his old teacher's passing had been a peaceful one. Between that and his limp, Ki'ang slowly began to realize that he was getting old.
Several years later, an older and calmer Ki'ang became the Watchman of Carratos, and settled into a life of semi-retirement. He would do his Jedi duties of finding Force-sensitive youths and sending them to the Temple to be trained, but overall he lived an easy life, no longer going on missions throughout the galaxy. He was a friend to many of the prominent politicians and officials in the system, and was often an informal adviser to many of the regional governors and other elected officials.
His status as a Jedi was kept fairly low-key, and unknown to many among the general public. Given that he appeared very often in public in the company of successful politicians and officials, over the years it became a saying in some circles that in order to succeed politically on Carratos, you needed to have the Fat Nikto on your side.
Ki'ang's life over the next decades was quite relaxed, though he still maintained good health, exercising and practicing with Force powers, staff, and saber in the privacy of his home. Despite first appearances, the old Jedi remained quite formidable. This was proven during a dinner with the then president of planet. Several assassins hired by a small terrorist group had infiltrated the house and gotten past the president's security. They underestimated the Fat Nikto, however, dismissing him as a harmless old man, as they attempted to sneak behind the president during the meal, wielding poisoned knifes. Ki'ang sensed their approach, and as one drew near, he spun around with surprising speed, swatting the would-be assassin across the face with a leg of roast nerf. The second one lunged at Ki'ang with his blade, but could not get close enough as Ki'ang beat him over the head with his long staff. This gave enough time for the security force to arrive, who arrested the remaining assailants.
Life continued as normal until recently, when whispers of war reached his ears. Rumors of a reborn Sith Empire made Ki'ang grow concerned. Old as he was, he got up off his rocking chair, dusted off his Jedi robes (which had become a bit tight), bid goodbye to his friends, and headed back to the Jedi Temple. It was time for an old warrior to come out of retirement.
Lightsaber: a long quarterstaff made of lightsaber-resistant material, with a detachable lightsaber on one end. Can be kept on the staff for use as a lightsaber cane, or detached as a normal single saber.
Color: Cyan
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho 5
Soresu 5
Shien / Djem So 5
Niman 3
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield 3
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 6
Telepathic: 5
Body: 6
Sense: 5
Protection: 9
Healing: 4
Destruction: 1
Specialized Skills:
Shatterpoint
Force Absorb
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 8
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 3
Leadership: 6
Unarmed: 5
Melee Weapons: 7
Ranged Weapons: 2
Force Attunement: +6
RP Sample:
Every channel, every show, the holovids were all going on about the same thing. Mon Calamari had fallen to the Sith Empire. The Supreme Chancellor had been murdered. No official suspects, but everyone suspected who had done the deed.
Ki'ang Hsun leaned back in his chair. This was disturbing indeed. Slowly he got up, plodded off to his closet and opened the door. The garments that hung there were plain and brown. His Jedi robes.
No, you're too old for this sort of thing....
Over the past years, he had sent dozens of youngsters off to the Jedi Temple. He had helped keep the planet peaceful with his influence amongst the political leaders. He had done his job as Watchman. And he was old, older than him old master had been when he had passed away, older than all but a handful of Jedi.
He sighed. I should leave saving the galaxy to the kids. Even as he thought it, he knew that he was just trying to convince himself. Thirty years ago, Ki'ang Hsun had not being the kind of Jedi to turn down an adventure, or back down from doing the right thing. And thirty years later, that hadn't changed. Some things had, but that hadn't.
He raised his hand, and his staff, which had been propped against the wall in the far corner of the room, floated over into his hand. His old robes came off from the hanger and settled around his shoulders. Getting a bit tight there, he thought as he put them on. He looked in the mirror, giving his reflection the most youthful, toothy grin he could manage, and made his way out the door. I'm back!
Race: Green Nikto (Kadas'sa'Nikto)
Age: 100
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 240 lbs
Appearance: He is a large nikto with brownish-green skin, his face wrinkled with old age. The circle of horns surrounding the eyes present on all green nikto is especially prominant. The small horns on his chin and on either side of his large mouth are shaped in such a way as to vaguely resemble a goatee. He is a rather stout fellow with a round stomach, thanks to his love of good food and drink. However, he has not completely neglected his own health and fitness. Thick legs support his large frame, and his arms are surprisingly well muscled for someone of his age, though his finger claws are somewhat dulled. While certainly past his prime, the old warrior still should not be underestimated.
Birth place: Carratos
Faction: Jedi
Rank: Master / Watchman
Bio:
Ki'ang's earliest memories were of the streets. Born to a poor family who evidently could not afford to take care of him, he was collected by a local slaver who made his income by gathering poor and orphaned children and having them beg on the streets. It was a difficult existence, and Ki'ang dreamed of one day being able to live a better life, but he knew that if he tried to escape the Overseer would only catch him again. There weren't too many places for a small Nikto boy to run.
The children were regularly beaten by the Overseer, either because they didn't bring in enough income, because he thought that having a few cuts and bruises on them would make them appear more sympathetic, or simply to vent his anger. At first, Ki'ang cried when he was hit, but this often only resulted in more beatings. So by the time he turned four, Ki'ang had learned to endure pain and suck it up. The next time the Overseer came at him with a stick, he stood still, bit his lip until blood flowed, but never made a sound or whimper, willing himself to stay strong with thoughts of freedom.
Ki'ang finally got his freedom when a Jedi arrived on the planet in a mission involving the slaving operation. The Overseer and his lackeys were taken down, and the as Jedi starting arranging for the children to be either sent to local orphanages or adopted by foster parents, one of them did a midi-chlorian test on Ki'ang as part of a standard health examination.
Determined to have Jedi potential, Ki'ang left Carratos at the age of five and enrolled in the Jedi Temple as a youngling. Aware of the pain in Ki'ang's past, the masters had the Temple kept a close eye on him. Glad to be free and eager to please, Ki'ang trained and practiced hard. While he certainly wasn't the best at lightsabers or the Force, during youngling sparring sessions he was known for absolutely refusing to give any ground until either victory or defeat. The masters noted his dogged determination and were impressed, but expressed concern regarding his stubbornness.
It was during this time that Ki'ang discovered his love for food. While Jedi were not encouraged to indulge, Ki'ang had been very skinny had malnourished before coming to the Temple, and the first time he set foot in the Temple cafeteria, he could not believe his eyes at how much there was to eat. The resulting stomachache from his first time there was painful, but oh so worth it.
Taken as a padawan at the age of ten by Bayle Meeker, a forty-year old Jedi Knight, Ki'ang was eager to travel and see the galaxy while continuing his Jedi education. On missions to various planets, the nikto made a point to sample the local cuisine whereever he went, and by age sixteen, he had started acquiring a bit of a belly. Meeker urged moderation, and to make him lose weight, intensified Ki'ang training regimen. Ki'ang's weight, however, never really went down, though the proportion of muscle to fat became much healthier. While he remained a large fellow, he became strong instead of just chubby.
To best complement his physique, Master Meeker began teaching his apprentice the fifth form of lightsaber combat, Djem So, in order to best take advantage of Ki'ang's muscle. Channeling his dogged determination, Ki'ang became quite the fighter, known for beating down his opponents with his relentless saber style. In the meantime, his study of the Force had a heavy emphasis on defensive protection techniques, since Ki'ang's large frame didn't allow him to jump and dodge like some of the other more nimble jedi. Instead he focused on redirecting or nullifying enemy attacks. These defensive powers served him well in one particular instance where a Force barrier he threw up, in conjunction with his master's, helped to hold up a collapsing ceiling just long enough for civilians to escape. His ability in this power was still fairly weak at this point (his master had done 90% of the work in the aforementioned incident), but it was one that he would continue to develop and strengthen throughout his padawanship and knighthood.
Of course, Jedi weren't all about fighting, and Ki'ang's master did his best to impress that fact upon his young padawan. To do so, he volunteered the two of them for several diplomatic missions. In one case, involving a trade dispute, Meeker even let K'ang take the lead. Ki'ang eventually helped negotiate a settlement, though it involving a bit of strong-arming when his master left the room briefly. It had been a test, and although his master as glad he managed to get the parties to reach an accord, he admonished him for his less than aboveboard tactics. It was a lesson Ki'ang took to heart, and although he still had some trouble in the diplomacy area at first, he managed to get better and better at it. While never considered a negotiation superstar, he at least reached the point where the Council wouldn't have to be afraid to send him out on such missions.
This trials were for the most part fairly standard, with the exception of his Trial of Spirit. Ki'ang and his master were investigating an alleged slaving operation on Rorak. The two were laying low when Ki'ang witnessed a young child being beaten by one of the slavers. Bringing back unpleasant memories of his youth, Ki'ang was suddenly overcome with emotion. Leaping out from their cover, Ki'ang tackled the lead slaver, and as his master yelled for him to show restraint, slammed him against the wall, crushing him to a bloody pulp between the stone surface and a rock-solid Force Barrier. When he eventually calmed down, Ki'ang saw the frightened look of the child who had just witnessed someone crushed to death, and was horrified at what he had done. He plagued by nightmares for over a week afterwards. Only after a good deal of counseling from the masters at the Temple and lots of introspective meditation helped him to eventually come to terms with his past and what he had done.
After passing his trials at the age of 22, Ki'ang ended his apprenticeship to Meeker and became a full Jedi Knight, though the two remained close. Over the next few years, Ki'ang was generally regarded as a solid and dependable knight.
He did, however, engage in some activities that made the masters of the Jedi Council shake their heads. Still remembering his home planet, Ki'ang returned there often, and over his visits, befriended a number of local politicians. While there, he occasionally took active roles in investigations into the various crime organizations that would pop up from time to time, especially if said crime organizations engaged in slaving. Those cases he pursued with great zeal, though the experience of his Trials taught him to exercise a certain amount of restraint and to refrain from deadly force. Some of the masters claimed that Ki'ang was too attached to his homeworld, and while his intentions were well-meaning, the fact that he let these attachments affect him posed problems. Other though dismissed that argument, claiming that Ki'ang's activities were beneficial and constructive, he was not overstepping his bounds, and that his enthusiasm regarding planetary affairs made him a good candidate to become a Jedi Watchman in the future.
It was also during this time when he first started practicing the Soresu form. The superior defense of the form helped to mitigate his less-than-stellar speed and agility.
Ki'ang's somewhat impulsive and headstrong nature was somewhat tempered over the following years when he took on a padawan of his own, a female named Dona Roosh. To this day, Ki'ang has never quite figured out what made him take the young Rodian as his apprentice, considering that while he loved traveling the galaxy on missions (and food-tasting expeditions), Dona's greatest dream was to become a Jedi Archivist. She was calm, even-tempered, studious, and always seemed to want to spend all day in the library.
Eventually Ki'ang and Dona reached a compromise of sorts when he convinced her that to become a good Archivist she would have to expand her knowledge and see things firsthand, while agreeing to accompany her on her library expeditions. Ki'ang was revealed to have gotten the better end of the bargain, as he would often spend time napping while Dona studied. The relationship proved to be beneficial to both, however. Dona became less of a bookworm and more willing to experiment, while Ki'ang in those frequent library trips got the chance to study some of the finer points of the Force, something he probably wouldn't have done on his own. Together master and apprentice explored some of the rarer and lesser known Force powers.
One such power was Shatterpoint. While Jedi were known for being able to sense the bonds and connections between living beings, a similar concept could be applied in inorganic objects as well. Placing their hands on an object and channeling the Force, master and apprentice worked on sensing the points that kept the material held together, identifying both bonds and imperfections in the structure. One time, Ki'ang got a little careless, applying a little too much Force to piece of durasteel armor that they were examining and practicing on, and the resulting shattering sent several shards of jagged metal flying towards his chest. Thankfully his scaled skin kept him for being seriously hurt, and a short stay at the medbay later he was back in full health and eager to try again.
After her Knighting, Dona chose to spend several years gallivanting with the ExplorCorps, before settling down in a permanent position in one of the archives. Ki'ang received a promotion to Master, though the new rank didn't really change much for him.
When Ki'ang was 48, the Mandalorians launched a poorly-organized and ill-fated assault on the Inner Worlds. For the Republic as a whole, the incident was only a small blip on the galactic stage, but that did not mean that there was no intense fighting on the the worlds that were attacked. Ki'ang had been passing through a small spaceport on Daga Minor at the time, replenishing the supplies of his ship in the middle of a long trip, when the Mandalorians attacked.
It wasn't a very large attack, the ground force consisting of not much more than a dozen commandos, but the port had almost no defense force. For the scared villages and dock workers, the bombs and lasers raining down from the sky were scary enough, and when the helmeted warriors landed, bringing back old memories of the bloody battles of the Mandalorian Wars centuries ago, most were ready to give up.
The Mandalorians hadn't counted on Ki'ang being in the area though. As the civilians ran and hid, Ki'ang drew his saber and planted his feet down, ready to hold back the mandalorians.
All the techniques that up until now he had only really practiced in restricted, controlled training environments, he now let loose. The blasters and bullets of the mandalorians, those that were not deflected by his lightsaber, seemed to hit an invisible wall before they reached him. As his enemies poured on the firepower, Ki'ang's feet remained planted. He did not move from that position.
He got careless, though. As the mandalorians slowly began to pull back, one of them managed to get off a lucky shot. The bullet came in below his shield, passing through his left calf muscle, causing Ki'ang to collapse to one knee. Seeing the Jedi down, the Mandalorians renewed their attack.
Ki'ang growled, opening his barrier momentarily to pull the one who had shot him close with telekinesis, before renewing it again with the opening now covered. He knocked away his gun with a scaled fist, and grabbed his helmet. Waves of Force energy seemed to pass from his palm to the man's armor, focusing in on the imperfections in the metal. He concentrated, and... boom.
The armor shattered into a thousand small pieces, though unlike his first accident, the shattering was controlled so that pieces at flew outwards, away from Ki'ang and the mandalorian, leaving both unharmed. The rest of the Mandalorians, stunned at seeing their "invincible" armor torn apart, beat a hasty retreat. The one who had lost his armor was still in shock when Ki'ang handed him over for the local authorities to deal with. Ki'ang was a bit surprised himself, as it had been the first time he had used that power at such a magnitude outside the practice room.
Kolto was given to help treat his wounded leg, but somehow, something didn't heal quite right, and Ki'ang was left with a small, but noticeable limp in his left leg.
While his wound was healing, Ki'ang started using a cane to help him walk. He didn't need it, but it did make things easier. Upon his return to the Jedi Temple, he began constructing a new lightsaber that would fit into the end of his walking staff, which he continued to carry with him. The staff served another use as well. As Jedi were supposed to resort to deadly force only as a last resort, the staff gave Ki'ang a blunt weapon with which to beat his enemies over the head should he need to defend himself. Because of its nonlethal nature, he actually used the staff in his later missions more often than his actual saber. He still practiced with his saber though, and on several occasions used the saber in conjunction with the staff, utilizing the blade to block an attack or destroy an opponent's weapon before following it up with a hearty whack from the staff.
When Ki'ang reached sixty, Master Meeker died of old age. Ki'ang was saddened by this, but took comfort in the fact that his old teacher's passing had been a peaceful one. Between that and his limp, Ki'ang slowly began to realize that he was getting old.
Several years later, an older and calmer Ki'ang became the Watchman of Carratos, and settled into a life of semi-retirement. He would do his Jedi duties of finding Force-sensitive youths and sending them to the Temple to be trained, but overall he lived an easy life, no longer going on missions throughout the galaxy. He was a friend to many of the prominent politicians and officials in the system, and was often an informal adviser to many of the regional governors and other elected officials.
His status as a Jedi was kept fairly low-key, and unknown to many among the general public. Given that he appeared very often in public in the company of successful politicians and officials, over the years it became a saying in some circles that in order to succeed politically on Carratos, you needed to have the Fat Nikto on your side.
Ki'ang's life over the next decades was quite relaxed, though he still maintained good health, exercising and practicing with Force powers, staff, and saber in the privacy of his home. Despite first appearances, the old Jedi remained quite formidable. This was proven during a dinner with the then president of planet. Several assassins hired by a small terrorist group had infiltrated the house and gotten past the president's security. They underestimated the Fat Nikto, however, dismissing him as a harmless old man, as they attempted to sneak behind the president during the meal, wielding poisoned knifes. Ki'ang sensed their approach, and as one drew near, he spun around with surprising speed, swatting the would-be assassin across the face with a leg of roast nerf. The second one lunged at Ki'ang with his blade, but could not get close enough as Ki'ang beat him over the head with his long staff. This gave enough time for the security force to arrive, who arrested the remaining assailants.
Life continued as normal until recently, when whispers of war reached his ears. Rumors of a reborn Sith Empire made Ki'ang grow concerned. Old as he was, he got up off his rocking chair, dusted off his Jedi robes (which had become a bit tight), bid goodbye to his friends, and headed back to the Jedi Temple. It was time for an old warrior to come out of retirement.
Lightsaber: a long quarterstaff made of lightsaber-resistant material, with a detachable lightsaber on one end. Can be kept on the staff for use as a lightsaber cane, or detached as a normal single saber.
Color: Cyan
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho 5
Soresu 5
Shien / Djem So 5
Niman 3
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield 3
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 6
Telepathic: 5
Body: 6
Sense: 5
Protection: 9
Healing: 4
Destruction: 1
Specialized Skills:
Shatterpoint
Force Absorb
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 8
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 3
Leadership: 6
Unarmed: 5
Melee Weapons: 7
Ranged Weapons: 2
Force Attunement: +6
RP Sample:
Every channel, every show, the holovids were all going on about the same thing. Mon Calamari had fallen to the Sith Empire. The Supreme Chancellor had been murdered. No official suspects, but everyone suspected who had done the deed.
Ki'ang Hsun leaned back in his chair. This was disturbing indeed. Slowly he got up, plodded off to his closet and opened the door. The garments that hung there were plain and brown. His Jedi robes.
No, you're too old for this sort of thing....
Over the past years, he had sent dozens of youngsters off to the Jedi Temple. He had helped keep the planet peaceful with his influence amongst the political leaders. He had done his job as Watchman. And he was old, older than him old master had been when he had passed away, older than all but a handful of Jedi.
He sighed. I should leave saving the galaxy to the kids. Even as he thought it, he knew that he was just trying to convince himself. Thirty years ago, Ki'ang Hsun had not being the kind of Jedi to turn down an adventure, or back down from doing the right thing. And thirty years later, that hadn't changed. Some things had, but that hadn't.
He raised his hand, and his staff, which had been propped against the wall in the far corner of the room, floated over into his hand. His old robes came off from the hanger and settled around his shoulders. Getting a bit tight there, he thought as he put them on. He looked in the mirror, giving his reflection the most youthful, toothy grin he could manage, and made his way out the door. I'm back!
Also, leave off the "but", it doesn't make sense in light of the rest of the sentance. 
