Post by cylan on Dec 20, 2009 3:13:19 GMT -5
Name: Dol Marr
Race: Kel Dor
Age: 12
Height: Dol Marr stands a good four feet and ten inches tall.
Weight: He only weighs about one hundred pounds.
Appearance: Dol Marr's skin is colored crimson red, almost as red as blood. He wears a protective mask in order to breathe, as well as a pair of small black goggles so that he can see correctly in the atmospheres of planets other then his home one. His eyes are silver in color, which is regarded by his people as a sign of force sensitivity amongst his people. The validity of that statement, however, is not known, yet his eyes are silver and he is force sensitive, none the less. He wears the standard robes of a youngling, nothing special about that. The part of his face that is visible to others has no scars or the like on it. For that matter, his face isn't marked at all by any form of a birthmark or scar, he having lived a relatively sheltered life. Besides that, there honestly isn't much to say about him, appearance-wise.
Birth place: Dorin
Faction: Jedi
Rank: Youngling
Bio: Dol Marr was born on the planet of Dorin, the home-planet of his people. His father was a soldier in the Dorin military, whilst his mother stayed at home to raise him and his siblings. He had two brothers and four sisters, and out of all of them, he could be called the 'calmest, and the one who thought his actions through the most.' He never participated in the ramblings of his brothers, and more then anything, he preferred to talk to his Father and Mother more then anything. His father was what one would call a 'Warrior-Poet'. In common speak, that mean's he was very good at killing people and he thought about it in a philosophical sense. He instilled Dol Marr with a strong sense of justice, or as much as he could when his son was at such a young age. His father's philosophy about such things, which fell in with the common beliefs of the Kel Dorrian people, was one of the main things that he kept with him later in life, when he was a Youngling at the Jedi Temple on Coruscant. But...how he came to be there is a story in and of itself. One day, whilst his siblings were playing, farther away from Dol Marr and his parents' home then they should've been, news came through that a band of marauders from another planet were in the area, with a group of Jedi sent from Coruscant in hot pursuit. Dol Marr, aged around five years old, suddenly became very frightful, fearing for his siblings' life. Suddenly, without thinking, he reached out with his mind, feeling those of is siblings. "Run...!" he screamed, "Run as fast as your feet will carry you!", and his siblings made it before the Marauders got in the vicinity of their home. When his siblings told their parents of this, they had a conversation in private. The Jedi were still there, aiding the families of those whom had been killed by the Marauders. Dol Marr's father approached them, telling them that one of his sons might have the potential to be a Jedi. One of the Knights accompanied him to Dol Marr's home, before giving the boy a Midi-chlorian test. He was found to have the potential to be a Jedi, so when the Jedi prepared to leave and head back to Coruscant, it was decided that the young Dol Marr would go with them. His father and he exchanged one last, long look at each other, sharing a long moment of wordless love between father and son. When it was over, Dol Marr donned the black goggles and breathing mask that he would have to wear for the rest of his life.
At the temple, he was taught a variety of things, under many different tutors. And always, he was with a group of his peers, other force sensitive children like himself. He longed for his family for a very long time, yet took comfort in the fact that he was making them proud by training in the ways of the Jedi. The young Dol Marr also took comfort in the archives, reading books and the like as a means to gain knowledge, and he loved books on every subject, from the styles of old Jedi Masters to Bestiaries about Rancors. Of course, he was occasionally forbidden from reading about one subject or another, on the grounds that he wasn't ready. Dol Marr accepted that, and started making mental notes of books that he would ask to read when he was older. When the time came for Dol Marr to learn how to use a Lightsaber, another side of him showed, one that was fiercely competitive. His peers were taken aback by the ferocity his movements had in them when he first started dueling them. Of course...the knights and masters that taught him quickly overpowered him in combat, telling him that aggressiveness would not be what won the day. "Act as you do when you read a book," one Jedi Knight said, "I have seen you in the library. You read them calmly, eager to absorb the knowledge within but never rushing. Learn to duplicate that in a fight." Over time, Dol Marr did just that, learning to fight calmly in his practice duals. Over these past few years, Dol Marr's attitude about the idea of becoming a padawan has been "Eager yet reserved". That is, if a Master or Knight picks him, then he'd be rather excited, but if not...it wouldn't bother him that much. To this day, Dol Marr can likely be found in the archives, reading some book that you wouldn't expect a child of twelve years to be reading on some subject.
Lightsaber: Dol Marr's lightsaber is the same as most every other one giving to Younglings, being only a training Lightsaber.
Color: A shade of Dark Blue
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho: 2
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 2
Telepathic: 3
Body: 1
Sense: 1
Protection: 1
Healing: 2
Destruction: 0
Specialized Skills: Dol Marr has no specialized skills at this time
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 2
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 2
Leadership: 3
Unarmed: 2
Melee Weapons: 3
Ranged Weapons: 2
Force Attunement:
+1
RP Sample: It was late in the evening, one fine day on Coruscant, in the Jedi Temple to be more specific. There, one particular group of Younglings were practicing a simple excercise, as they were instructed by one of the residing masters, an old female master with an almost maternal look on her face. "Be calm, young ones," she said, in a voice as calm as an August breeze, "With the force, each and every one of you can lift anything, from this stone to this temple itself." In the midst of the group was a Youngling who was about eight years (at the time). The boy had been there for two years, learning the fundamentals of being a Jedi Knight, both the application of their force powers, and the philosophy that surrounded the order. He held the stone out calmly, in the palm of his hand, focusing on it without straining his mind too much. What the old Master had said was true. He had seen the Jedi that lived here perform even greater feats then lifting a mere stone. He had seen them perform great acrobatic feats, and heal wounds that many would think fatal on his home planet of Dorin. But...he knew that they had all started out like this, being taught how to lift stones with the force. And he knew that, one day, he could perform feats as great as their's, but he had to focus on what he had to do now, not dream of glory.
He focused upon the stone, trying to feel it through the force. It ran, even within small objects like this, or so he was told. Beneath the black goggles that he wore, a requirement of living away from Kel Dor, his silver eyes closed, his head bowing. He stopped focusing on the world around him, stopped thinking about anything but himself, Dol Marr, and this small stone that sat in his hand. He reached out, moving through the force...and he felt the weight lift off of his hand. It rose, and rose, and kept on rising, and as he opened his eyes, he saw that the small, round stone was level with his eyes. He blinked, a bit surprised that the stone had actually risen. And with this distraction, the stone fell, slapping the Youngling on the palm of his hand. The others were too caught up in trying to do the same thing, so they didn't notice...but the old master, she saw. And he, in turn, saw her approving smile. "Very nice, young master Marr." she said, and not a word more. The young Kel Dorrian returned to his exercise, once again clearing his mind, making ready for an attempt to do better the second time around.
Race: Kel Dor
Age: 12
Height: Dol Marr stands a good four feet and ten inches tall.
Weight: He only weighs about one hundred pounds.
Appearance: Dol Marr's skin is colored crimson red, almost as red as blood. He wears a protective mask in order to breathe, as well as a pair of small black goggles so that he can see correctly in the atmospheres of planets other then his home one. His eyes are silver in color, which is regarded by his people as a sign of force sensitivity amongst his people. The validity of that statement, however, is not known, yet his eyes are silver and he is force sensitive, none the less. He wears the standard robes of a youngling, nothing special about that. The part of his face that is visible to others has no scars or the like on it. For that matter, his face isn't marked at all by any form of a birthmark or scar, he having lived a relatively sheltered life. Besides that, there honestly isn't much to say about him, appearance-wise.
Birth place: Dorin
Faction: Jedi
Rank: Youngling
Bio: Dol Marr was born on the planet of Dorin, the home-planet of his people. His father was a soldier in the Dorin military, whilst his mother stayed at home to raise him and his siblings. He had two brothers and four sisters, and out of all of them, he could be called the 'calmest, and the one who thought his actions through the most.' He never participated in the ramblings of his brothers, and more then anything, he preferred to talk to his Father and Mother more then anything. His father was what one would call a 'Warrior-Poet'. In common speak, that mean's he was very good at killing people and he thought about it in a philosophical sense. He instilled Dol Marr with a strong sense of justice, or as much as he could when his son was at such a young age. His father's philosophy about such things, which fell in with the common beliefs of the Kel Dorrian people, was one of the main things that he kept with him later in life, when he was a Youngling at the Jedi Temple on Coruscant. But...how he came to be there is a story in and of itself. One day, whilst his siblings were playing, farther away from Dol Marr and his parents' home then they should've been, news came through that a band of marauders from another planet were in the area, with a group of Jedi sent from Coruscant in hot pursuit. Dol Marr, aged around five years old, suddenly became very frightful, fearing for his siblings' life. Suddenly, without thinking, he reached out with his mind, feeling those of is siblings. "Run...!" he screamed, "Run as fast as your feet will carry you!", and his siblings made it before the Marauders got in the vicinity of their home. When his siblings told their parents of this, they had a conversation in private. The Jedi were still there, aiding the families of those whom had been killed by the Marauders. Dol Marr's father approached them, telling them that one of his sons might have the potential to be a Jedi. One of the Knights accompanied him to Dol Marr's home, before giving the boy a Midi-chlorian test. He was found to have the potential to be a Jedi, so when the Jedi prepared to leave and head back to Coruscant, it was decided that the young Dol Marr would go with them. His father and he exchanged one last, long look at each other, sharing a long moment of wordless love between father and son. When it was over, Dol Marr donned the black goggles and breathing mask that he would have to wear for the rest of his life.
At the temple, he was taught a variety of things, under many different tutors. And always, he was with a group of his peers, other force sensitive children like himself. He longed for his family for a very long time, yet took comfort in the fact that he was making them proud by training in the ways of the Jedi. The young Dol Marr also took comfort in the archives, reading books and the like as a means to gain knowledge, and he loved books on every subject, from the styles of old Jedi Masters to Bestiaries about Rancors. Of course, he was occasionally forbidden from reading about one subject or another, on the grounds that he wasn't ready. Dol Marr accepted that, and started making mental notes of books that he would ask to read when he was older. When the time came for Dol Marr to learn how to use a Lightsaber, another side of him showed, one that was fiercely competitive. His peers were taken aback by the ferocity his movements had in them when he first started dueling them. Of course...the knights and masters that taught him quickly overpowered him in combat, telling him that aggressiveness would not be what won the day. "Act as you do when you read a book," one Jedi Knight said, "I have seen you in the library. You read them calmly, eager to absorb the knowledge within but never rushing. Learn to duplicate that in a fight." Over time, Dol Marr did just that, learning to fight calmly in his practice duals. Over these past few years, Dol Marr's attitude about the idea of becoming a padawan has been "Eager yet reserved". That is, if a Master or Knight picks him, then he'd be rather excited, but if not...it wouldn't bother him that much. To this day, Dol Marr can likely be found in the archives, reading some book that you wouldn't expect a child of twelve years to be reading on some subject.
Lightsaber: Dol Marr's lightsaber is the same as most every other one giving to Younglings, being only a training Lightsaber.
Color: A shade of Dark Blue
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho: 2
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 2
Telepathic: 3
Body: 1
Sense: 1
Protection: 1
Healing: 2
Destruction: 0
Specialized Skills: Dol Marr has no specialized skills at this time
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 2
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 2
Leadership: 3
Unarmed: 2
Melee Weapons: 3
Ranged Weapons: 2
Force Attunement:
+1
RP Sample: It was late in the evening, one fine day on Coruscant, in the Jedi Temple to be more specific. There, one particular group of Younglings were practicing a simple excercise, as they were instructed by one of the residing masters, an old female master with an almost maternal look on her face. "Be calm, young ones," she said, in a voice as calm as an August breeze, "With the force, each and every one of you can lift anything, from this stone to this temple itself." In the midst of the group was a Youngling who was about eight years (at the time). The boy had been there for two years, learning the fundamentals of being a Jedi Knight, both the application of their force powers, and the philosophy that surrounded the order. He held the stone out calmly, in the palm of his hand, focusing on it without straining his mind too much. What the old Master had said was true. He had seen the Jedi that lived here perform even greater feats then lifting a mere stone. He had seen them perform great acrobatic feats, and heal wounds that many would think fatal on his home planet of Dorin. But...he knew that they had all started out like this, being taught how to lift stones with the force. And he knew that, one day, he could perform feats as great as their's, but he had to focus on what he had to do now, not dream of glory.
He focused upon the stone, trying to feel it through the force. It ran, even within small objects like this, or so he was told. Beneath the black goggles that he wore, a requirement of living away from Kel Dor, his silver eyes closed, his head bowing. He stopped focusing on the world around him, stopped thinking about anything but himself, Dol Marr, and this small stone that sat in his hand. He reached out, moving through the force...and he felt the weight lift off of his hand. It rose, and rose, and kept on rising, and as he opened his eyes, he saw that the small, round stone was level with his eyes. He blinked, a bit surprised that the stone had actually risen. And with this distraction, the stone fell, slapping the Youngling on the palm of his hand. The others were too caught up in trying to do the same thing, so they didn't notice...but the old master, she saw. And he, in turn, saw her approving smile. "Very nice, young master Marr." she said, and not a word more. The young Kel Dorrian returned to his exercise, once again clearing his mind, making ready for an attempt to do better the second time around.
