Post by yasuo on Dec 20, 2009 18:05:22 GMT -5
Name: Dustil Krei
Race: Human
Age: 7
Height: 4'1"
Weight: 57lbs
Appearance: Dustil is a skinny boy with a mess of dark brown hair, his face is somewhat gaunt and he always seems to look sick and pale due to his condition. Dustil wears the regular attire for a jedi youngling and keeps his saber at his waist like most others.
Birth place: Zaloriis
Faction: Jedi
Rank: Youngling
Bio:
Zaloriis is a barren planet, well out of the way of the republic and their jedi, an outer rim world where life can hardly exist due to high winds and barren wastelands. There are but a few colonies of settlers on the planet surface, and even these natives find it hard to survive on the planet. Dustil was born to one such colony, though not without hardship, Dustil came several weeks early and the umbilical cord was wrapped around his neck, doctors tried valiantly to save the baby but unfortunately his breathing and heart stopped. Just as the doctors were to declare the baby dead, life re-entered the child, Dustil survived his mother would come to call him a miracle child whereas others in the colony would see him as a liability. In his first few years it became clear that Dustil did not have the strength of an average child his age, upon an examination it was understood that the lack of bloodflow around his body caused a rare condition in that his muscles would never form to be as strong as others. Although every cloud has a silver lining, Dustil was incredibly intelligent with his brain developing at a rapid rate he learned to speak at but a few months old and was soon able to walk independantly despite the weakness he posessed. As the child became truly aware of his surroundings he knew what situation he was in, Dustil's father was a drunkard and a fool often beating Dustil and his mother.
Dustil was put to work at a tender age of 3, he would watch the camp at night along with a few others for any wandering rock lions or other potential attackers armed with nothing but a small blaster, Dustil's misguided father felt that the small amount of respect this would earn the family was needed. The watch was difficult for the weak child though he stuck with it, knowing that if he failed or asked for a different job his father would not be pleased. One evening whilst Dustil was again at watch for the camp a young rock lion made it through into the colony, Dustil was attacked by this lion and suffered serious injuries, he was left bleeding and unconscious on the ground. The noise of the attack alerted the sleeping inhabitants who rushed out to treat the boy's wounds in an attempt to save his life. By morning Dustil was awake and although he was still injured his life was not in danger, until his father arrived. The old man raged at his son about his foolishness and how much of a liability he was, his breath stank of ale and his senses were dulled. Dustil's fear took him and he turned his blaster on his father, firing to protect himself from what he feared his father may do to him. The young child fled the colony he had called home and ran to the wastes where it was thought he would die.
A few days journey through the Fantain mountains with nothing for food but the odd rodent would be hard for any man and absolutely gruelling for a young child nevermind one with Dustil's condition, It wasn't long before the trials of the wild became too much for the youth, Dustil passed out in the middle of nowhere and with no hope of living, though it appeared that this was not his time to die. When the boy awoke, the sky was the deep black of night, a warm fire bathed his surroundings in a deep orange glow and two robed figures sat nearby talking to one another. Dustil's rescuers were jedi who had been tasked with finding force sensitives amongst the untapped outer-rim territories. The two jedi soon noticed that Dustil was awake, their chatter ceased and one of them approached the boy, she was a twi'lek, her skin was decorated in beautiful colours and her smile glistened under the stars. Her alien species made it difficult for Dustil to guage her age though he imagined that she could be no older then thirty with the life he could see behind her eyes. The twi'lek introduced herself as jedi master Redlio, she explained how she and her apprentice had found Dustil unconscious in the mountains and almost dead, he was told of how the two of them had nursed him back to health and as they did so a few tests had been done including a midichlorian test. The test had shown that Dustil had a remarkable affinity to the force, it was not the greatest amount ever discovered but still impressive. Redlio told the frail boy he was a force sensitive and asked him if he would like to study on coruscant to become a jedi like her, it was an offer Dustil readily accepted.
It all happened so quickly for Dustil, before he knew it he was away from Zaloriis and brought before the jedi council on Coruscant to see if he would be admitted for jedi training. Master Redlio explained the circumstances to the council and vouched for the boy having now gotten to know him a little better, the masters soon agreed that this little urchin would undergo training in the ways of the force.
Over the years Dustil has proved to hold great potential as a knight of the order, he is constantly growing and his intellect places him amongst the brightest of the younglings. There is one thing holding him back however, the small matter of his condition, it limits the amount of time he can sustain physical activity and what he can achieve with his body. Unfortunately this has meant that Dustil has not been able to practice with the lightsaber as much as he should have in his years with the order, his skills and strength has suffered as a result of this. The boy however makes up for this with an incredible knack for the force, Dustil often finds himself physically exhausted from lightsaber practice and exercise and so whenever he rests to restore his stamina he has trained his mastery over the force, improving his control and strength far beyond that of a regular youngling.
Lightsaber: Dustil's lightsaber is the same model as most other younglings' being a simple training saber.
Color: Green
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho: 1
Makashi: 0
Soresu: 0
Ataru: 0
Shien / Djem So: 0
>>Sub-form Backhanded: 0
Niman: 0
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield: 0
Juyo: 0
Double Bladed Combat: 0
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 2
Telepathic: 1
Body: 1
Sense: 2
Protection: 1
Healing: 1
Destruction: 0
Specialized Skills: None
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 1
Intelligence: 4
Speed: 2
Leadership: 2
Unarmed: 0
Melee Weapons: 0
Ranged Weapons: 1
Force Attunement: +2
Race: Human
Age: 7
Height: 4'1"
Weight: 57lbs
Appearance: Dustil is a skinny boy with a mess of dark brown hair, his face is somewhat gaunt and he always seems to look sick and pale due to his condition. Dustil wears the regular attire for a jedi youngling and keeps his saber at his waist like most others.
Birth place: Zaloriis
Faction: Jedi
Rank: Youngling
Bio:
The Beginning
Zaloriis is a barren planet, well out of the way of the republic and their jedi, an outer rim world where life can hardly exist due to high winds and barren wastelands. There are but a few colonies of settlers on the planet surface, and even these natives find it hard to survive on the planet. Dustil was born to one such colony, though not without hardship, Dustil came several weeks early and the umbilical cord was wrapped around his neck, doctors tried valiantly to save the baby but unfortunately his breathing and heart stopped. Just as the doctors were to declare the baby dead, life re-entered the child, Dustil survived his mother would come to call him a miracle child whereas others in the colony would see him as a liability. In his first few years it became clear that Dustil did not have the strength of an average child his age, upon an examination it was understood that the lack of bloodflow around his body caused a rare condition in that his muscles would never form to be as strong as others. Although every cloud has a silver lining, Dustil was incredibly intelligent with his brain developing at a rapid rate he learned to speak at but a few months old and was soon able to walk independantly despite the weakness he posessed. As the child became truly aware of his surroundings he knew what situation he was in, Dustil's father was a drunkard and a fool often beating Dustil and his mother.
Dustil was put to work at a tender age of 3, he would watch the camp at night along with a few others for any wandering rock lions or other potential attackers armed with nothing but a small blaster, Dustil's misguided father felt that the small amount of respect this would earn the family was needed. The watch was difficult for the weak child though he stuck with it, knowing that if he failed or asked for a different job his father would not be pleased. One evening whilst Dustil was again at watch for the camp a young rock lion made it through into the colony, Dustil was attacked by this lion and suffered serious injuries, he was left bleeding and unconscious on the ground. The noise of the attack alerted the sleeping inhabitants who rushed out to treat the boy's wounds in an attempt to save his life. By morning Dustil was awake and although he was still injured his life was not in danger, until his father arrived. The old man raged at his son about his foolishness and how much of a liability he was, his breath stank of ale and his senses were dulled. Dustil's fear took him and he turned his blaster on his father, firing to protect himself from what he feared his father may do to him. The young child fled the colony he had called home and ran to the wastes where it was thought he would die.
A few days journey through the Fantain mountains with nothing for food but the odd rodent would be hard for any man and absolutely gruelling for a young child nevermind one with Dustil's condition, It wasn't long before the trials of the wild became too much for the youth, Dustil passed out in the middle of nowhere and with no hope of living, though it appeared that this was not his time to die. When the boy awoke, the sky was the deep black of night, a warm fire bathed his surroundings in a deep orange glow and two robed figures sat nearby talking to one another. Dustil's rescuers were jedi who had been tasked with finding force sensitives amongst the untapped outer-rim territories. The two jedi soon noticed that Dustil was awake, their chatter ceased and one of them approached the boy, she was a twi'lek, her skin was decorated in beautiful colours and her smile glistened under the stars. Her alien species made it difficult for Dustil to guage her age though he imagined that she could be no older then thirty with the life he could see behind her eyes. The twi'lek introduced herself as jedi master Redlio, she explained how she and her apprentice had found Dustil unconscious in the mountains and almost dead, he was told of how the two of them had nursed him back to health and as they did so a few tests had been done including a midichlorian test. The test had shown that Dustil had a remarkable affinity to the force, it was not the greatest amount ever discovered but still impressive. Redlio told the frail boy he was a force sensitive and asked him if he would like to study on coruscant to become a jedi like her, it was an offer Dustil readily accepted.
Youngling/Current Years
It all happened so quickly for Dustil, before he knew it he was away from Zaloriis and brought before the jedi council on Coruscant to see if he would be admitted for jedi training. Master Redlio explained the circumstances to the council and vouched for the boy having now gotten to know him a little better, the masters soon agreed that this little urchin would undergo training in the ways of the force.
Over the years Dustil has proved to hold great potential as a knight of the order, he is constantly growing and his intellect places him amongst the brightest of the younglings. There is one thing holding him back however, the small matter of his condition, it limits the amount of time he can sustain physical activity and what he can achieve with his body. Unfortunately this has meant that Dustil has not been able to practice with the lightsaber as much as he should have in his years with the order, his skills and strength has suffered as a result of this. The boy however makes up for this with an incredible knack for the force, Dustil often finds himself physically exhausted from lightsaber practice and exercise and so whenever he rests to restore his stamina he has trained his mastery over the force, improving his control and strength far beyond that of a regular youngling.
Lightsaber: Dustil's lightsaber is the same model as most other younglings' being a simple training saber.
Color: Green
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho: 1
Makashi: 0
Soresu: 0
Ataru: 0
Shien / Djem So: 0
>>Sub-form Backhanded: 0
Niman: 0
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield: 0
Juyo: 0
Double Bladed Combat: 0
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 2
Telepathic: 1
Body: 1
Sense: 2
Protection: 1
Healing: 1
Destruction: 0
Specialized Skills: None
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 1
Intelligence: 4
Speed: 2
Leadership: 2
Unarmed: 0
Melee Weapons: 0
Ranged Weapons: 1
Force Attunement: +2
