Post by zack8502 on Jan 13, 2008 14:41:17 GMT -5
Name: Xero Fortinet
Race: Zabrak
Age: 24
Sex: Male
Height: 6'1
Weight: 180lbs
Appearance: Tall, semi muscular but athletic, and white skin. His eyes are as black as the darkest night. Xero's body is covered with tattoos given to him by his people, the tattoos are a deep red, and they stand out greatly against his white skin. Xero wears the regular brown robes, with a black shirt underneath.
Birthplace: Iridonia
Faction: Jedi Order
Rank: Knight
Bio: Xero was born on Iridonia, to an 18 year old mother. His father was 17 years old, Xero's parents were scared and nervous. Xero's father had also passed on a very dangerous disease to Xero, the disease attacked the entire body, leaving him a pasty white. The very day after his birth they discarded him in the mountains, wrapped in a blanket he was left to die. It would have seemed that all hope was lost for baby Xero. But Xero wasnt alone in those deadly mountains, he was found by the outcast hermit, Rosh Kahn. He too shared no love for the child. Rosh was trained in the ways of the force as a child, but he shared too many different views with the Jedi. Rosh believed the force should be used to attain the things he wanted, and that anger was a key thing needed to fight. He left the order and fled to Iridonia.
Rosh knew he had to take the baby to be trained, and he wanted the Jedi of Coruscant to train him. So Rosh made the long journey.
The Jedi took him in and taught him the ways of the force. The Jedi also helped rid him of his dangerous blood disease. Growing up they could see he was a hard worker and wouldnt give up easily. Xero also had a good grasp on the force, he would train many hours, focusing his mind. He could also handle a lightsaber as if he had used one for years. When dueling people loved to watch, as he fought with a precise grace. Though they often had to steer him away from trouble as a youngling, he was a good boy, and knew right from wrong.
As he continued to age he craved to learn more of his mother. So the jedi told him of his village and how he came to them. They sent him back to iridonia, for a short visit. Xero never did find his mother or father, but some one did find him. He was in his old village when he felt a hand clasp his shoulder. It was an old wrinkly black zabrak hand. Rosh. The old man told him of his father and mother, and gave him a very valuable gift. Rosh gave him his very own lightsaber, he also gave Xero his very first tattoos. The red tattoos stood out brilliantly against Xero's white skin. Xero returned to the academy a changed young zabrak, the whole experience had made him become very very quiet. After the trip, the masters noticed that he thought things through more, in fact they noticed he was always thinking, and didn't always act on impulse. One night he approached the master's and told them of the hermit and the lightsaber he bestowed Xero with. The masters discussed Rosh with Xero, they told him how he abandoned the order and told him they hope someday he might return to the order.
The lightsaber meant a great deal to Xero, it was the only thing anyone had ever given him. With this new lightsaber, Xero began to train harder than ever. He began to study the Juyo form. Xero became adept with the form.
In time the masters began to trust Xero more, one of the masters on Coruscant took him on as an apprentice. His Juyo style of fighting began to gain him recognition throughout the academy. Xero went on many dangerous missions with his master and learned a great deal about the force. Xero was put to the test, and laid his life on the line many a time. Time went on and Xero was ready for the trials.
Xero was thrust into the wild jungles of Kashyyyk. He was given only the clothes on his back and his lightsaber. Xero was to be there for one standard year, living and reflecting by himself. Facing the Trial of the Spirit. Xero faced many situations, fierce beasts, angry wookies, finding food, and making a shelter. As time continued on he began to wonder why his trial was so easy. Until one day he was meditating in the forest, he heard a familiar voice. Calling from deep within the forest.
Xero, come to me!
The voice sounded warm and loving. So he followed, deep into the woods. Every time he thought he was close, the voice sounded farther away.
Eventually he was led to the shore of a river, the river was caked with fog. Xero heard a familiar *snapp hiss* The fog was illuminated with red light. The humming of the blade came closer, and closer. Eventually he could make out a figure walking torwards him. Rosh?! Rosh lept into the air, Xero activated his blade, barely in time to bring it up and block Rosh's attack.
Join me Xero, you will have unimaginable power!
Rosh was the closest thing to true family he had, but he knew he could never join the Sith.
I am sorry Rosh, I cannot walk that road with you, I have to bring you down...
Xero executed a summersault over rosh, slicing into his shoulder as he landed. Rosh turned, his face boiling with rage. Rosh brought his saber high over his head, leaving his chest exposed. Xero took the chance, bringing his blade up at an angle. Easily slicing through him, leaving him in halves. But instead of the hitting the ground, Rosh simply dissapeared.
Xero couldnt understand what had just taken place. Why had Rosh attacked him? Had he followed him to the jungles? Though Xero knew he made the right choice.
After his time in the jungles were over, the masters personally came to retrieve him.
Lightsaber: Single blade lightsaber
Lightsaber Styles: Shien, Shii-Cho came easily to Xero, Soresu came mildly hard as it was a defensive form, but Xero was very adept at Juyo, its what gained him recognition, and the intensity allowed him to work hard
Color: Silver
Force Powers:
Force Leap
Burst of Speed
Force Push/Pull
Force Throw
Saber Throw
Telekinesis
Physical Strength (ability to lift objects, and overall muscle mass)
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1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Mind Power (this includes knowledge/wisdom/strategy)
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1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Force Aptitude (the ability to listen, and use the force)
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1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Speed (covers agility, quickness, and overall speed)
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1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Swordsmanship (covers Lightsabers, and melee weapons)
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1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Weapons (covers all other weapons, blasters and the like)
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1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Force Alignment
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-5 -4 -3 -2 -1 0 1 2 3 4 5
Rp example :
Xero was feeling a profound sense of pride. He was leaving his master and becoming a Jedi Knight. As his long braid of hair was cut off. Fully entering him into knighthood, hit the floor, he was remembering everything that had happened to him. His trials on kashyyyk, going back to Iridonia and facing his past, and his time spent in the academy training and making friends. He could feel his fellow Jedis feelings of joy pouring into the force, the happiness poured over him in waves. He absorbed it all, after being in those forsaken jungles for so long. He looked around and saw the friendly face of Aaron An'mar, a fellow knight. They had been friends since they were younglings. Xero simply nodded his head torwars Aaron.
Following his ceremony, there was a great feast. Xero was thankful that they were no longer talking about him, but other important issues. Then Xero felt his old master touch his mind through the force. Xero knew he needed something, so he looked for him at the table. Only to find him missing.
"Where is my old master?"
Xero said sarcastically, only to get grave looks in response. Xero felt the touch again, this time urgent, he could feel his masters weakness.
"He needs help! Where is he?"
This time Xero was talking strong and with concern.
The masters told Xero of his old masters trip to Tattooine, he was on a mission to bring down a notorious bounty hunter.
Xero rose from the table, he could feel all the other Jedi's eyes burning right through him, he quickly strode away from the table torwards the hangar bay.
A loud mechanical sound was emitted as the large blast door opened. Xero strode into the hangar torwards his Aurek A wing fighter, he told the T3 unit to prepare for travel.
Xero used the force to jump up into his cockpit, a series of inaudible beeps cam from the T3 unit. Xero didnt even have to look at the translation screen to tell that the droid was showing his disapproval of Xero's actions.
Xero felt as if the travel was taking forever, be he reminded himself that he needed to be patient.
Xero gained landing clearance in Mos Eisley, on tattooine. It was the perfect spot for bounty hunters or other scum to hide from the law. Xero could feel his master, he knew he was there, but had no clue where. Xero extended his force awareness, as he extended his mind, he found him, he was not far, he seemed to be in danger. Xero used the force to run at a far faster than normal speed, sand flew up from his boots as he ran. Xero didnt stop until he reached a disgusting looking cantina. The outside was covered in rust and had two rodians at the front entrance. Xero walked to the entrance, as he continued he felt a tingle run up his spine, the same thing he felt before being attacked by a rogue wookie.
*Snap hiss* Xero ignited his blade, just as the rodians drew their guns. One of the rodians ran inside as the other took a shot at Xero, but Xero was well trained. The rodian shot straight at Xero's chest, so he simply brought his blade up and bounced it back at the rodian, it caught the rodian straight in the thigh. The rodian squealed in pain as it hit the ground, he thought it odd they just attacked, not even a single threat, Xero strode past him and into the Cantina.
It was even worse inside, there was some kind of rust water mix dripping from the ceiling, leaking from the disgusting pipes. The silver light of his blade illuminated the dark room. Aliens of all kinds were situated around assorted small tables. It became deadly quiet, no noise, except the, drip drip. Xero scanned the cantina for the other rodian. As he walked around the cantina, he saw the rodian sitting at a table with a large and armored human male, only the males face was visible, as he had no helmet or face protection on. On the other side of the table sat his master, he was fading in and out of consciousness, mumbling as he came to and then fainting again.
Before Xero had time to think he was jumping to the right to avoid a blaster shot. The big human stood up, he had a heavy repeating blaster in his hands.
"What have you done to my master?!"
Xero yelled, repressing his anger, for he knew anger would get him no where, and was a tool of the darkside.
"I gave him a nice little dose of poison, and i was paid well to do it, and your not going to ruin this!"
With that the large man let out a series of blasts, which Xero batted at the ceiling. Xero knew he had to lead him outside, or too many people would suffer. Xero bent down low, and used the force to spring back to the door.
Pazaak, the large man followed, running at the door. Xero continued away from the catina, when he felt that the people were safe, he stopped. The man was still following, shooting at Xero. Xero stopped and turned around, the mans shots were very precise, Xero was having difficulty batting them away. Xero used the force to jump high in the air, in hopes of landing behind the bounty hunter.
As Xero flew through the air, he felt a great pain. A bolt had grazed his thigh, seering away the skin. Xero hit the ground and rolled up to the man. Xero used the force to throw the man to the ground, and in the same move jumped into the air torwards the man. As he rose, gun in hand Xero took that burden away from him by cutting his arms off in one swift swing.
Race: Zabrak
Age: 24
Sex: Male
Height: 6'1
Weight: 180lbs
Appearance: Tall, semi muscular but athletic, and white skin. His eyes are as black as the darkest night. Xero's body is covered with tattoos given to him by his people, the tattoos are a deep red, and they stand out greatly against his white skin. Xero wears the regular brown robes, with a black shirt underneath.
Birthplace: Iridonia
Faction: Jedi Order
Rank: Knight
Bio: Xero was born on Iridonia, to an 18 year old mother. His father was 17 years old, Xero's parents were scared and nervous. Xero's father had also passed on a very dangerous disease to Xero, the disease attacked the entire body, leaving him a pasty white. The very day after his birth they discarded him in the mountains, wrapped in a blanket he was left to die. It would have seemed that all hope was lost for baby Xero. But Xero wasnt alone in those deadly mountains, he was found by the outcast hermit, Rosh Kahn. He too shared no love for the child. Rosh was trained in the ways of the force as a child, but he shared too many different views with the Jedi. Rosh believed the force should be used to attain the things he wanted, and that anger was a key thing needed to fight. He left the order and fled to Iridonia.
Rosh knew he had to take the baby to be trained, and he wanted the Jedi of Coruscant to train him. So Rosh made the long journey.
The Jedi took him in and taught him the ways of the force. The Jedi also helped rid him of his dangerous blood disease. Growing up they could see he was a hard worker and wouldnt give up easily. Xero also had a good grasp on the force, he would train many hours, focusing his mind. He could also handle a lightsaber as if he had used one for years. When dueling people loved to watch, as he fought with a precise grace. Though they often had to steer him away from trouble as a youngling, he was a good boy, and knew right from wrong.
As he continued to age he craved to learn more of his mother. So the jedi told him of his village and how he came to them. They sent him back to iridonia, for a short visit. Xero never did find his mother or father, but some one did find him. He was in his old village when he felt a hand clasp his shoulder. It was an old wrinkly black zabrak hand. Rosh. The old man told him of his father and mother, and gave him a very valuable gift. Rosh gave him his very own lightsaber, he also gave Xero his very first tattoos. The red tattoos stood out brilliantly against Xero's white skin. Xero returned to the academy a changed young zabrak, the whole experience had made him become very very quiet. After the trip, the masters noticed that he thought things through more, in fact they noticed he was always thinking, and didn't always act on impulse. One night he approached the master's and told them of the hermit and the lightsaber he bestowed Xero with. The masters discussed Rosh with Xero, they told him how he abandoned the order and told him they hope someday he might return to the order.
The lightsaber meant a great deal to Xero, it was the only thing anyone had ever given him. With this new lightsaber, Xero began to train harder than ever. He began to study the Juyo form. Xero became adept with the form.
In time the masters began to trust Xero more, one of the masters on Coruscant took him on as an apprentice. His Juyo style of fighting began to gain him recognition throughout the academy. Xero went on many dangerous missions with his master and learned a great deal about the force. Xero was put to the test, and laid his life on the line many a time. Time went on and Xero was ready for the trials.
Xero was thrust into the wild jungles of Kashyyyk. He was given only the clothes on his back and his lightsaber. Xero was to be there for one standard year, living and reflecting by himself. Facing the Trial of the Spirit. Xero faced many situations, fierce beasts, angry wookies, finding food, and making a shelter. As time continued on he began to wonder why his trial was so easy. Until one day he was meditating in the forest, he heard a familiar voice. Calling from deep within the forest.
Xero, come to me!
The voice sounded warm and loving. So he followed, deep into the woods. Every time he thought he was close, the voice sounded farther away.
Eventually he was led to the shore of a river, the river was caked with fog. Xero heard a familiar *snapp hiss* The fog was illuminated with red light. The humming of the blade came closer, and closer. Eventually he could make out a figure walking torwards him. Rosh?! Rosh lept into the air, Xero activated his blade, barely in time to bring it up and block Rosh's attack.
Join me Xero, you will have unimaginable power!
Rosh was the closest thing to true family he had, but he knew he could never join the Sith.
I am sorry Rosh, I cannot walk that road with you, I have to bring you down...
Xero executed a summersault over rosh, slicing into his shoulder as he landed. Rosh turned, his face boiling with rage. Rosh brought his saber high over his head, leaving his chest exposed. Xero took the chance, bringing his blade up at an angle. Easily slicing through him, leaving him in halves. But instead of the hitting the ground, Rosh simply dissapeared.
Xero couldnt understand what had just taken place. Why had Rosh attacked him? Had he followed him to the jungles? Though Xero knew he made the right choice.
After his time in the jungles were over, the masters personally came to retrieve him.
Lightsaber: Single blade lightsaber
Lightsaber Styles: Shien, Shii-Cho came easily to Xero, Soresu came mildly hard as it was a defensive form, but Xero was very adept at Juyo, its what gained him recognition, and the intensity allowed him to work hard
Color: Silver
Force Powers:
Force Leap
Burst of Speed
Force Push/Pull
Force Throw
Saber Throw
Telekinesis
Physical Strength (ability to lift objects, and overall muscle mass)
--------------------------
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Mind Power (this includes knowledge/wisdom/strategy)
-----------------------------------------------------------------------
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Force Aptitude (the ability to listen, and use the force)
----------------------------------------------------------------------
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Speed (covers agility, quickness, and overall speed)
-------------------------------------------------------------------
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Swordsmanship (covers Lightsabers, and melee weapons)
--------------------------------------------------------
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Weapons (covers all other weapons, blasters and the like)
------------------------------------------------------------------
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Force Alignment
-------------------------
-5 -4 -3 -2 -1 0 1 2 3 4 5
Rp example :
Xero was feeling a profound sense of pride. He was leaving his master and becoming a Jedi Knight. As his long braid of hair was cut off. Fully entering him into knighthood, hit the floor, he was remembering everything that had happened to him. His trials on kashyyyk, going back to Iridonia and facing his past, and his time spent in the academy training and making friends. He could feel his fellow Jedis feelings of joy pouring into the force, the happiness poured over him in waves. He absorbed it all, after being in those forsaken jungles for so long. He looked around and saw the friendly face of Aaron An'mar, a fellow knight. They had been friends since they were younglings. Xero simply nodded his head torwars Aaron.
Following his ceremony, there was a great feast. Xero was thankful that they were no longer talking about him, but other important issues. Then Xero felt his old master touch his mind through the force. Xero knew he needed something, so he looked for him at the table. Only to find him missing.
"Where is my old master?"
Xero said sarcastically, only to get grave looks in response. Xero felt the touch again, this time urgent, he could feel his masters weakness.
"He needs help! Where is he?"
This time Xero was talking strong and with concern.
The masters told Xero of his old masters trip to Tattooine, he was on a mission to bring down a notorious bounty hunter.
Xero rose from the table, he could feel all the other Jedi's eyes burning right through him, he quickly strode away from the table torwards the hangar bay.
A loud mechanical sound was emitted as the large blast door opened. Xero strode into the hangar torwards his Aurek A wing fighter, he told the T3 unit to prepare for travel.
Xero used the force to jump up into his cockpit, a series of inaudible beeps cam from the T3 unit. Xero didnt even have to look at the translation screen to tell that the droid was showing his disapproval of Xero's actions.
Xero felt as if the travel was taking forever, be he reminded himself that he needed to be patient.
Xero gained landing clearance in Mos Eisley, on tattooine. It was the perfect spot for bounty hunters or other scum to hide from the law. Xero could feel his master, he knew he was there, but had no clue where. Xero extended his force awareness, as he extended his mind, he found him, he was not far, he seemed to be in danger. Xero used the force to run at a far faster than normal speed, sand flew up from his boots as he ran. Xero didnt stop until he reached a disgusting looking cantina. The outside was covered in rust and had two rodians at the front entrance. Xero walked to the entrance, as he continued he felt a tingle run up his spine, the same thing he felt before being attacked by a rogue wookie.
*Snap hiss* Xero ignited his blade, just as the rodians drew their guns. One of the rodians ran inside as the other took a shot at Xero, but Xero was well trained. The rodian shot straight at Xero's chest, so he simply brought his blade up and bounced it back at the rodian, it caught the rodian straight in the thigh. The rodian squealed in pain as it hit the ground, he thought it odd they just attacked, not even a single threat, Xero strode past him and into the Cantina.
It was even worse inside, there was some kind of rust water mix dripping from the ceiling, leaking from the disgusting pipes. The silver light of his blade illuminated the dark room. Aliens of all kinds were situated around assorted small tables. It became deadly quiet, no noise, except the, drip drip. Xero scanned the cantina for the other rodian. As he walked around the cantina, he saw the rodian sitting at a table with a large and armored human male, only the males face was visible, as he had no helmet or face protection on. On the other side of the table sat his master, he was fading in and out of consciousness, mumbling as he came to and then fainting again.
Before Xero had time to think he was jumping to the right to avoid a blaster shot. The big human stood up, he had a heavy repeating blaster in his hands.
"What have you done to my master?!"
Xero yelled, repressing his anger, for he knew anger would get him no where, and was a tool of the darkside.
"I gave him a nice little dose of poison, and i was paid well to do it, and your not going to ruin this!"
With that the large man let out a series of blasts, which Xero batted at the ceiling. Xero knew he had to lead him outside, or too many people would suffer. Xero bent down low, and used the force to spring back to the door.
Pazaak, the large man followed, running at the door. Xero continued away from the catina, when he felt that the people were safe, he stopped. The man was still following, shooting at Xero. Xero stopped and turned around, the mans shots were very precise, Xero was having difficulty batting them away. Xero used the force to jump high in the air, in hopes of landing behind the bounty hunter.
As Xero flew through the air, he felt a great pain. A bolt had grazed his thigh, seering away the skin. Xero hit the ground and rolled up to the man. Xero used the force to throw the man to the ground, and in the same move jumped into the air torwards the man. As he rose, gun in hand Xero took that burden away from him by cutting his arms off in one swift swing.
