Post by Ill on Aug 21, 2009 9:09:48 GMT -5
Name:Illan Keehliet
Race: Human
Age: 16
Height: 6’2’’
Weight: 159 lbs
Appearance:
Ill is tall, thin and pale. His paleness does not seem sickly but almost ethereal, like porcelain. Due to his wiry frame he wears thinner and less heavy versions of the Jedi robes, very slim fit and form fitting. Other then that he follows the tradition of simple brown or beige robes of humility. His facial features are rather feminine, if it weren’t for his height he would often be mistaken for a woman. His face his rather soft featured with high cheekbones and fairly large, if melancholic, eyes. He rarely smiles unless something really touches him personally. His expression comes across as very naive, much like his personality.
His eyes are grey/blue and are almost hidden behind a fringe that covers them. He has almost shoulder length dirty-blonde hair and is evidently thick. His fringe hangs straight just along his eyes and often swept to the side for him to be able to see and the braid of a padawan his evident, among the rest of his hair.
Birth place:Coruscant
Faction: Jedi
Rank:Padawan
Bio: Ill was born to wealthy parents on Coruscant, his mother a successful songstress and his father being a businessman. He was their only son. His parents were often not present during his childhood and while they were away he was left with a variety of babysitters and nannys. This made it hard for Ill to grow any lasting attachment to anyone, with his parents almost entirely absent from his life and often spent less time around him then the multitude of fleeting babysitters. At a young age this causesd Ill to readily accept an aspect of fleetingmaterial. Of course, at his age he didn't see it as complex as that, but he knew that if someone was feeding him milk through a bottle one day it'll be someone entirely different the next.
His parents still took some responsebility, even if it was jjust pushing him around in a pram for a few hours to make themselves feel like good parents but thats forgiveable in heinsight due to them being very busy. They were often around the High-rises of the culture club surrounding the respected areas of Coruscant and it was here that Ill encountered his first Jedi.
Master Inar'akol, a Twi'lek, was visiting the wealthier districts on orders from the Jedi council when Ill was two years old. She had gone there to investigate for force-sensitive individuals in this area. She had been trusted to gain at least one new student, and this was likely to be the only student she would find. She was present at a swanky party that was taking place that was held in honor of his mother’s career and because they were unable to get a babysitter for that night Ill had to be present. Nita had sensed him and the force was evidently present and potent inside of him, and as a result she persuaded his mother and father to let him be trained in the ways of the Jedi. His mother was surprisingly glad to be rid of him and his father had never realy been the parenting type. Although it was an honor to have their son chosen for training it was a relief for them to be rid of him without seeming in some way savage.
As a youngling, Ill didn’t really stand have much drive. He was quick to learn most things, if reluctant and often neglected many practical elements such as early lightsaber practice. This still shows today with Ill being a much stronger thinker then fighter.
By the age of ten, he was starting to show more discipline, but that of a zealot rather then a student. He seemed so distant from purpose he had to fill his purpose with that of another, namely the orders. His devotion often came across as scary and there was a dark element inside of him that some worried about but he showed much more promise. It had rapidly become clear that his knowledge of Jedi history, teachings and rites were top of his age group and staggeringly mature. He made very little friends due to his own attachment to the order itself in an effort to gain respect from superiors. He was something of a sycophant. His lightsaber abilities grew slowly along with his high proficiency in the force and was quite a prodigy in that area, foreshadowing his kinship with the ways of a Jedi consular .
At the age of 12 Master N’Tau decided to take Ill as her padawan, due to his very philosophical and realistic outlook on life and also to correct his zealot attitude, encourage him to combine the orders teachings with that of a freedom of mind and spirit.
After two years of instruction from his master and pure dedication, he finally learnt how to properly use his lightsaber in combat. Since he had always been a rather stiff and deenergized child it was suggested by his master that Ill should focus on more defense oriented styles rather then the speedy and fluid gymnastic performances required for ataru. He learned the basic few stances and studied theory on many forms of style before deciding to settle on the soresu style due to it's solid and defensive feel. He still did struggle with training in lightsaber combat, in reality the potency of the blade scared him slightly, despite only using a training blade at the time. He harboured a slightly cowardly attitude to pain but he carried on, fully confident that this training would benifit from it and prevent damage from other people.
He greatly admired this from his master and was very glad at being set whatever tasks he was given by the council. One such task he and his master were given based on the skill of the padawan was to locate and recover a missing Kybuck. A pet of wealthy business man who had had one imported to Coruscant. Finding the creature was easy, it wasn't too native to the planet and people were definately sure to have seen it, it was just a question of catching up to it and baiting it. He and his master decided to fan out onto other sides of the streets, working their way towards eachother hoping to catch the creature from both sides. because the creature was quick and surprisingly intelligent trying to catch it would be near impossible so since it was domesticated baiting would be easy.
Ill himself managed to bait the creature with some fodder he had been advised to prepare before the mission. Upon baiting, taming and then, humorously, riding the creature back to it’s owner he had developed a fondness of the creature. These were sparks of genuine attachment that was nothing to do with duty to the order and caused Ill to feel very sad to let it go.
When he got back to the owner he was asked his name. The man was at a party at the time and the sudden presence of the padawan riding his lost pet up to his homes doorstep caused quite a fuss. The owner was happy none the less and gave his name. The said he would remember the name and after getting a servent to take the animal to it's stable the party, who had gathered to see the comotion went back inside. One man remained though. The man was reletively old and had an awkward smile
The man claimed to be Ill's father, and started to comment on how he had turned out to be a fine, tall man. The man surely seemed to genuinely know he was his son and claimed that he knew by Ill's name which was very uncommon. Ill was confused, he was happy in some ways that he had met his father who he had hardly known but he knew he was supposed to be detached from his past life. Earlier on when Ill had baited the Kybuck he had notified N'Tau to meet him at the masters house. Because he had ridden the kybuck he had obviously gotten back alot sooner then his master would have and due to this N'Tau was not present. Ill dismissed his father with regret, trying hard not to form any contact with him. As soon as N'Tau arrived he insisted they left immediately and he said nothing of his encounter.
Early in his life he had come to the conclusion that his parents did not want him and that left a hole, a hole filled by his new desire to go by the teachings of the council. But his meeting with his father seemed to suggest this was not the case and that the order was somewhat forbidding him from seeing his father. He thought nothing more of it but he still felt slightly regretful.
This was the first part of an emotional distress that would later overcome Ill.
Ill’s later mission on another planet came when he was 15, and both him and N’Tau were to apprehend a rouge Jedi in hiding on Kashyyk. Naturally, this cause his master to have doubts to take the mission based on the potential danger. However, Ill was devoted to ‘the cause’ and insisted that the mission should be taken and it was an honor for it to be entrusted to them. N’Tau gave in and they travelled to Kashyyk.
Surprisingly, the rogue Jedi, another human, was easy to find amongst the treetops. Both Jedi were studious and took very precautionary tactics to apprehend him. The rogue was known to actually be docile and only really attacked when provoked. The plan was to take a very precautionary proposition for him to be taken back and pardoned, for the rogue had not yet killed but had indeed proved aggressive and against the Jedi ways.
Unsurprisingly yet shocking the Rogue got the jump on them, the Intel which labeled him a docile and without kills seemed not to portray the man he saw before him, who had just placed a lightsaber through his masters chest.
Ill was shocked and in his shock, with a mix of anger and confusion, he failed to even move. His first serious mission had just gone to the rancor. The rogue calmly looked from the corpse to the quivering padawan before him. He then spoke, knowing the boy was conflicted and easy to prey upon he spoke in a haunting yet hurt voice. Some truths and some lies he spoke of contradictions and detrimental effects of the order and was on the verge of convincing Ill to join the dark side. Ill still reused and the dark Jedi before him did not seem surprised. He muttered something about control and pawns and turned off his lightsaber. Ill wasn’t a threat and the rogue Jedi still had some feeling to not kill the boy.
As the rogue did turn to leave though, Ill drew his lightsaber and attacked the man. The rogue drew his lightsaber and countered the boy. The two fought and Ill, due to his underwhelming lightsaber skills and strength was near loosing. It was at the moment Ill was subdued that the rogue displayed the more evil traits of the dark side. Ill, when he saw a chance, used the force to pull his masters saber towards him, blocking the rogues deathblow with it and slicing th rogue thrugh the stomach with his own.
Ills burst of anger had avenged N’Tau but the rogue still had a very sincere face as he reached death. Ill then felt once more a form of kinship, this time with his masters murderer. It was odd, but he felt as though the two had the same conflicted feelings inside of them.
Ill reflected. He had neglected his past and become a zealot to something he believed needed him and then an anarchist had shaken his world by telling him how wrong he was and worse still Ill was convinced. It was a dark day. Ill took the lightsaber from the rogues chest and the rogues own from his hand. He put them away and took his masters body back to the temple. He gave the rogues sword to the council as proof of the missions ‘success’ and kept N’Tau's lightsaber which he now uses instead of his own, albeit with his own crystals inside.
He has remained stoic once more, a slave to the council and awaiting a new master. He has resigned to confront his feeling preferring to now go with the flow until he discovers something he can truly do with a free mind and spirit like his master wished.
Lightsaber:Single
Color: dark green
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho - 3
Makashi
Soresu - 2
Ataru
Shien / Djem So
>>Sub-form Backhanded
Niman
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield
Juyo
Double Bladed Combat
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 5
Telepathic: 3
Body: 2
Sense: 2
Protection: 4
Healing: 1
Destruction: 1
Specialized Skills: force stun
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 1
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 5
Leadership: 2
Unarmed: 1
Melee Weapons: 2
Ranged Weapons: 1
Force Attunement: +2
RP Sample:
Ill sat calmly in the middle of the room. Silence enveloped the room and outside in the vast cityscapes of coruscant the busyness of the great city passed eerily without sound. He was in a haven. A peaceful sanctuary facilitated by his own mind and the absence of any other mind.
He laboured over thoughts on his past missions. He had a perfect success rate. Granted most missions he was sent on required little to no confrontation. Investigations requiring use of the mind rather then the sword. Everyone knew he was tact wih the blade. Everyone thought he was tact with the blade.
Ill mind flashed back to that moment of confusion where he had killed the rogue. The man had spared him so was the attack in cold blood? No, he had killed his master and he was simpley avenging that injustice. He had defied the jedi code and he had completed the mission. It was a success, and that was what counted.
But that was just what the man had said, forms of contradiction. His crusader-like devotion was making him a pawn to the council. Ill visibley winced. The man was wrong. The council needed him, Ill was strong and true to the ways of the jedi.
But he sensed himself in the rogue. That was worrying. Ill couldn't help feeling that he believed the man. Darkness swept over his mind in an instant and Ill struggled to tame it back, darkness and whispers of a thousand different dark voices drawing him away from sense. He opened his eyes and broke his concentration, the voices gone and only the bright lights of coruscant shining like reflections of the stars above to keep him company. But Ill was seperated by the pane of glass before him. So near and so far, what a grim metaphore.
Race: Human
Age: 16
Height: 6’2’’
Weight: 159 lbs
Appearance:
Ill is tall, thin and pale. His paleness does not seem sickly but almost ethereal, like porcelain. Due to his wiry frame he wears thinner and less heavy versions of the Jedi robes, very slim fit and form fitting. Other then that he follows the tradition of simple brown or beige robes of humility. His facial features are rather feminine, if it weren’t for his height he would often be mistaken for a woman. His face his rather soft featured with high cheekbones and fairly large, if melancholic, eyes. He rarely smiles unless something really touches him personally. His expression comes across as very naive, much like his personality.
His eyes are grey/blue and are almost hidden behind a fringe that covers them. He has almost shoulder length dirty-blonde hair and is evidently thick. His fringe hangs straight just along his eyes and often swept to the side for him to be able to see and the braid of a padawan his evident, among the rest of his hair.
Birth place:Coruscant
Faction: Jedi
Rank:Padawan
Bio: Ill was born to wealthy parents on Coruscant, his mother a successful songstress and his father being a businessman. He was their only son. His parents were often not present during his childhood and while they were away he was left with a variety of babysitters and nannys. This made it hard for Ill to grow any lasting attachment to anyone, with his parents almost entirely absent from his life and often spent less time around him then the multitude of fleeting babysitters. At a young age this causesd Ill to readily accept an aspect of fleetingmaterial. Of course, at his age he didn't see it as complex as that, but he knew that if someone was feeding him milk through a bottle one day it'll be someone entirely different the next.
His parents still took some responsebility, even if it was jjust pushing him around in a pram for a few hours to make themselves feel like good parents but thats forgiveable in heinsight due to them being very busy. They were often around the High-rises of the culture club surrounding the respected areas of Coruscant and it was here that Ill encountered his first Jedi.
Master Inar'akol, a Twi'lek, was visiting the wealthier districts on orders from the Jedi council when Ill was two years old. She had gone there to investigate for force-sensitive individuals in this area. She had been trusted to gain at least one new student, and this was likely to be the only student she would find. She was present at a swanky party that was taking place that was held in honor of his mother’s career and because they were unable to get a babysitter for that night Ill had to be present. Nita had sensed him and the force was evidently present and potent inside of him, and as a result she persuaded his mother and father to let him be trained in the ways of the Jedi. His mother was surprisingly glad to be rid of him and his father had never realy been the parenting type. Although it was an honor to have their son chosen for training it was a relief for them to be rid of him without seeming in some way savage.
As a youngling, Ill didn’t really stand have much drive. He was quick to learn most things, if reluctant and often neglected many practical elements such as early lightsaber practice. This still shows today with Ill being a much stronger thinker then fighter.
By the age of ten, he was starting to show more discipline, but that of a zealot rather then a student. He seemed so distant from purpose he had to fill his purpose with that of another, namely the orders. His devotion often came across as scary and there was a dark element inside of him that some worried about but he showed much more promise. It had rapidly become clear that his knowledge of Jedi history, teachings and rites were top of his age group and staggeringly mature. He made very little friends due to his own attachment to the order itself in an effort to gain respect from superiors. He was something of a sycophant. His lightsaber abilities grew slowly along with his high proficiency in the force and was quite a prodigy in that area, foreshadowing his kinship with the ways of a Jedi consular .
At the age of 12 Master N’Tau decided to take Ill as her padawan, due to his very philosophical and realistic outlook on life and also to correct his zealot attitude, encourage him to combine the orders teachings with that of a freedom of mind and spirit.
After two years of instruction from his master and pure dedication, he finally learnt how to properly use his lightsaber in combat. Since he had always been a rather stiff and deenergized child it was suggested by his master that Ill should focus on more defense oriented styles rather then the speedy and fluid gymnastic performances required for ataru. He learned the basic few stances and studied theory on many forms of style before deciding to settle on the soresu style due to it's solid and defensive feel. He still did struggle with training in lightsaber combat, in reality the potency of the blade scared him slightly, despite only using a training blade at the time. He harboured a slightly cowardly attitude to pain but he carried on, fully confident that this training would benifit from it and prevent damage from other people.
He greatly admired this from his master and was very glad at being set whatever tasks he was given by the council. One such task he and his master were given based on the skill of the padawan was to locate and recover a missing Kybuck. A pet of wealthy business man who had had one imported to Coruscant. Finding the creature was easy, it wasn't too native to the planet and people were definately sure to have seen it, it was just a question of catching up to it and baiting it. He and his master decided to fan out onto other sides of the streets, working their way towards eachother hoping to catch the creature from both sides. because the creature was quick and surprisingly intelligent trying to catch it would be near impossible so since it was domesticated baiting would be easy.
Ill himself managed to bait the creature with some fodder he had been advised to prepare before the mission. Upon baiting, taming and then, humorously, riding the creature back to it’s owner he had developed a fondness of the creature. These were sparks of genuine attachment that was nothing to do with duty to the order and caused Ill to feel very sad to let it go.
When he got back to the owner he was asked his name. The man was at a party at the time and the sudden presence of the padawan riding his lost pet up to his homes doorstep caused quite a fuss. The owner was happy none the less and gave his name. The said he would remember the name and after getting a servent to take the animal to it's stable the party, who had gathered to see the comotion went back inside. One man remained though. The man was reletively old and had an awkward smile
The man claimed to be Ill's father, and started to comment on how he had turned out to be a fine, tall man. The man surely seemed to genuinely know he was his son and claimed that he knew by Ill's name which was very uncommon. Ill was confused, he was happy in some ways that he had met his father who he had hardly known but he knew he was supposed to be detached from his past life. Earlier on when Ill had baited the Kybuck he had notified N'Tau to meet him at the masters house. Because he had ridden the kybuck he had obviously gotten back alot sooner then his master would have and due to this N'Tau was not present. Ill dismissed his father with regret, trying hard not to form any contact with him. As soon as N'Tau arrived he insisted they left immediately and he said nothing of his encounter.
Early in his life he had come to the conclusion that his parents did not want him and that left a hole, a hole filled by his new desire to go by the teachings of the council. But his meeting with his father seemed to suggest this was not the case and that the order was somewhat forbidding him from seeing his father. He thought nothing more of it but he still felt slightly regretful.
This was the first part of an emotional distress that would later overcome Ill.
Ill’s later mission on another planet came when he was 15, and both him and N’Tau were to apprehend a rouge Jedi in hiding on Kashyyk. Naturally, this cause his master to have doubts to take the mission based on the potential danger. However, Ill was devoted to ‘the cause’ and insisted that the mission should be taken and it was an honor for it to be entrusted to them. N’Tau gave in and they travelled to Kashyyk.
Surprisingly, the rogue Jedi, another human, was easy to find amongst the treetops. Both Jedi were studious and took very precautionary tactics to apprehend him. The rogue was known to actually be docile and only really attacked when provoked. The plan was to take a very precautionary proposition for him to be taken back and pardoned, for the rogue had not yet killed but had indeed proved aggressive and against the Jedi ways.
Unsurprisingly yet shocking the Rogue got the jump on them, the Intel which labeled him a docile and without kills seemed not to portray the man he saw before him, who had just placed a lightsaber through his masters chest.
Ill was shocked and in his shock, with a mix of anger and confusion, he failed to even move. His first serious mission had just gone to the rancor. The rogue calmly looked from the corpse to the quivering padawan before him. He then spoke, knowing the boy was conflicted and easy to prey upon he spoke in a haunting yet hurt voice. Some truths and some lies he spoke of contradictions and detrimental effects of the order and was on the verge of convincing Ill to join the dark side. Ill still reused and the dark Jedi before him did not seem surprised. He muttered something about control and pawns and turned off his lightsaber. Ill wasn’t a threat and the rogue Jedi still had some feeling to not kill the boy.
As the rogue did turn to leave though, Ill drew his lightsaber and attacked the man. The rogue drew his lightsaber and countered the boy. The two fought and Ill, due to his underwhelming lightsaber skills and strength was near loosing. It was at the moment Ill was subdued that the rogue displayed the more evil traits of the dark side. Ill, when he saw a chance, used the force to pull his masters saber towards him, blocking the rogues deathblow with it and slicing th rogue thrugh the stomach with his own.
Ills burst of anger had avenged N’Tau but the rogue still had a very sincere face as he reached death. Ill then felt once more a form of kinship, this time with his masters murderer. It was odd, but he felt as though the two had the same conflicted feelings inside of them.
Ill reflected. He had neglected his past and become a zealot to something he believed needed him and then an anarchist had shaken his world by telling him how wrong he was and worse still Ill was convinced. It was a dark day. Ill took the lightsaber from the rogues chest and the rogues own from his hand. He put them away and took his masters body back to the temple. He gave the rogues sword to the council as proof of the missions ‘success’ and kept N’Tau's lightsaber which he now uses instead of his own, albeit with his own crystals inside.
He has remained stoic once more, a slave to the council and awaiting a new master. He has resigned to confront his feeling preferring to now go with the flow until he discovers something he can truly do with a free mind and spirit like his master wished.
Lightsaber:Single
Color: dark green
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho - 3
Makashi
Soresu - 2
Ataru
Shien / Djem So
>>Sub-form Backhanded
Niman
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield
Juyo
Double Bladed Combat
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 5
Telepathic: 3
Body: 2
Sense: 2
Protection: 4
Healing: 1
Destruction: 1
Specialized Skills: force stun
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 1
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 5
Leadership: 2
Unarmed: 1
Melee Weapons: 2
Ranged Weapons: 1
Force Attunement: +2
RP Sample:
Ill sat calmly in the middle of the room. Silence enveloped the room and outside in the vast cityscapes of coruscant the busyness of the great city passed eerily without sound. He was in a haven. A peaceful sanctuary facilitated by his own mind and the absence of any other mind.
He laboured over thoughts on his past missions. He had a perfect success rate. Granted most missions he was sent on required little to no confrontation. Investigations requiring use of the mind rather then the sword. Everyone knew he was tact wih the blade. Everyone thought he was tact with the blade.
Ill mind flashed back to that moment of confusion where he had killed the rogue. The man had spared him so was the attack in cold blood? No, he had killed his master and he was simpley avenging that injustice. He had defied the jedi code and he had completed the mission. It was a success, and that was what counted.
But that was just what the man had said, forms of contradiction. His crusader-like devotion was making him a pawn to the council. Ill visibley winced. The man was wrong. The council needed him, Ill was strong and true to the ways of the jedi.
But he sensed himself in the rogue. That was worrying. Ill couldn't help feeling that he believed the man. Darkness swept over his mind in an instant and Ill struggled to tame it back, darkness and whispers of a thousand different dark voices drawing him away from sense. He opened his eyes and broke his concentration, the voices gone and only the bright lights of coruscant shining like reflections of the stars above to keep him company. But Ill was seperated by the pane of glass before him. So near and so far, what a grim metaphore.
