Post by Kella on Jun 15, 2010 14:45:59 GMT -5
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Race: Graarl (custom)
Age: 63
Height: 3’1” (At the Shoulder)
Weight: 284 lbs
Length: 8’8” (Beak to Tail)
At first glance, Roq hardly appears to be a Jedi. He is a quadruped, though he bears six pairs of limbs – the first set form a pair of broad, bat-like wings, slender fingers joined by a thin, but incredibly tough membrane.
Just like all of his kind, Roq’s head is dominated by a large, foreboding beak. The end of the upper beak is wickedly curved, and this edge flows into jagged serration as it nears the skull. Roq’s eyes are a dark slate gray, extremely acute and sharply observant. Anyone looking close would notice the slight circular depression near the root if his jaw, the only sign of his internal ears. The Graarl sense of hearing relies not only on vibrations picked up by the ear, but vibrations sensed by the scales along the body, and the sensitive membranes of a pair of frills, one on the left, one on the right, that extend from the base of his skull. Once brightly colored, years away from his home planet has caused this membrane to fade to near-black, an odd phenomenon.
Roq’s entire length is covered in scales of varying size an shape, though most form a vaguely triangular ellipse. The scales fade from a lighter gray in the center, to a slightly darker gray on the rough edges. Similar to the way a cougar is lightly-colored underneath, so Roq has a band of differently-shaped scales, stretching from his chin, and down his entire length along the width of his belly. These scales are structured similarly to the belly-scales of a snake, short vertically and long lengthwise. Roq’s set almost has a pearlescent quality, and they are shaded a whitish-blue, as if the clouds and the sky blended together and leant him their color.
Beginning at the base of his skull, Roq has a subtle ridge of scales that run along the length of his spine. Their height gradually diminishes to fade into the length of a long and slender, but surprisingly muscular tail. At the end, the tail splits into five finger-like struts, which support another black membrane. A third of a tail length above is another similar, but smaller structure. These work in tandem to help the Graarl steer during flight, and remain balanced on the ground.
His forelegs are slender and taloned like a bird’s, while the back legs, which also end in viciously clawed toes, are more reminiscent of a large feline’s, or even a velociraptor’s.
The years have taken their toll on the Master, and long-ago injuries have distorted the color and growth pattern of a few of his scales. Several scars mar the membrane of his wings, reminders of battles won and lost.
Listening to the master can be disconcerting, for his beak opens and closes minimally when he speaks. Nearly all of the Graarl’s vocal articulation is performed in his throat. In fact, if the Jedi ever decided to hang up his proverbial robes and become a ventriloquist, he would be quite convincing, for his vocal structure allows him to imitate almost any sound – this is the crux of Graat, the Graarl language. As it were, however, he’s more than content being a Jedi.
Though often mistaken for an exotic pet, this impression is quick to crumble. Give him a few moments, and Roq proves that he is more intelligent than he looks, less barbaric than his claws suggest, and just as formidable as he appears.[/ul]
Personality:
The fallacy of first impressions lies more in the impressed, than it does in the impressor himself. Like a floating iceberg, only that small tenth reveals itself to the world. The vast majority is hidden beneath the shifting waves, never to be seen by the sky. Even so, that whole iceberg is made of the same fibre, and like a plant whose real sustenance lies underground, the shapes that present themselves on the outside, are inevitably derived from the deeper stuffs below.
And so it could be said of Roq Nd'ath'terrain'akai. Though there are many thick and armored plates obscuring his core, bits of his true self shine through the cracks, revealing who he is.
It would seem, at first introduction, that Roq was simply another sagely master -- serene, a touch intimidating, and somewhat unsettling, the way his words seem to come out of nowhere. And then, one realizes that there is a sense of humor, lurking just beneath the surface. His way of speaking is such that one is compelled to believe even the wildest claim for a moment, before suddenly realizing the old lizard is simply being sarcastic.
Roq is ever a creature of balance. He is as rooted to reality as his name suggests, but he can cut his chains and soar through the sky. He knows there are instances in which time is of short supply, but he also understands that patience is the most valuable thing a Jedi can learn. Just when things seem to be reaching the very tipping edge of their breaking point, the Force steps in.
Emotions are something upon which Roq has spent much thought. He has come to the conclusion that emotion is part of what it is to be -- it is what separates true consciousness from the artificial sentience of droids. As with all things of the Jedi, emotions come back to balance and control -- as long as the Jedi controls the emotions, and the emotions do not control the Jedi, then the proper psyche is maintained. As such, Roq has formed for himself a cornerstone of contentment, optimism, and hope. This cornerstone is rarely, if ever seen, but it establishes a foundation upon which the outer shell can be built. Roq tends to be irrepressible, simply because no emotion manages to penetrate this outer layer. He might express frustration, excitement, affection, or even anger, without compromising this core state of being.
Only the Force can affect him at this profound level. Concerning this entity, Roq believes it to be living and active, an energy that surrounds all things, and is all things. It is shaped and affected by those who touch it, and shapes and affects those in turn, either evening out their inconsistencies, or exaggerating their characteristics. Roq believes that ultimately, the Force seeks balance, and Roq strives to be that balance.
Threads:
If You Keep Asking Questions...: Council Member Roq seeks repose in one of the Temple's gardens, knowing that his presence will attract those with questions. A frustrated Knight and a grieving padawan seek out the master. They will receive their answers, but will these answers be the ones they want? (Ongoing)
Thou Dost Protest Too Much: Blast from the Past. On the planet of Namore, trouble brews. The Vis Vires family is incrimination guilty, if only because of they're vehement insistence that they're not. Three Jedi and a Padawan venture into Lord Vis Vires' home ground, trying to unravel the mystery of strange pollution and sudden disappearances... But, will the Jedi themselves become caught in the tangled web of this scheme? Forever? (Ongoing)
Duels:
vs Te Naast: Deep within war-torn bunkers, a Jedi master seeks an object, carelessly left behind, but instead, finds a living demon... (Ongoing)
[/ul]
Race: Graarl (custom)
Age: 63
Height: 3’1” (At the Shoulder)
Weight: 284 lbs
Length: 8’8” (Beak to Tail)
At first glance, Roq hardly appears to be a Jedi. He is a quadruped, though he bears six pairs of limbs – the first set form a pair of broad, bat-like wings, slender fingers joined by a thin, but incredibly tough membrane.
Just like all of his kind, Roq’s head is dominated by a large, foreboding beak. The end of the upper beak is wickedly curved, and this edge flows into jagged serration as it nears the skull. Roq’s eyes are a dark slate gray, extremely acute and sharply observant. Anyone looking close would notice the slight circular depression near the root if his jaw, the only sign of his internal ears. The Graarl sense of hearing relies not only on vibrations picked up by the ear, but vibrations sensed by the scales along the body, and the sensitive membranes of a pair of frills, one on the left, one on the right, that extend from the base of his skull. Once brightly colored, years away from his home planet has caused this membrane to fade to near-black, an odd phenomenon.
Roq’s entire length is covered in scales of varying size an shape, though most form a vaguely triangular ellipse. The scales fade from a lighter gray in the center, to a slightly darker gray on the rough edges. Similar to the way a cougar is lightly-colored underneath, so Roq has a band of differently-shaped scales, stretching from his chin, and down his entire length along the width of his belly. These scales are structured similarly to the belly-scales of a snake, short vertically and long lengthwise. Roq’s set almost has a pearlescent quality, and they are shaded a whitish-blue, as if the clouds and the sky blended together and leant him their color.
Beginning at the base of his skull, Roq has a subtle ridge of scales that run along the length of his spine. Their height gradually diminishes to fade into the length of a long and slender, but surprisingly muscular tail. At the end, the tail splits into five finger-like struts, which support another black membrane. A third of a tail length above is another similar, but smaller structure. These work in tandem to help the Graarl steer during flight, and remain balanced on the ground.
His forelegs are slender and taloned like a bird’s, while the back legs, which also end in viciously clawed toes, are more reminiscent of a large feline’s, or even a velociraptor’s.
The years have taken their toll on the Master, and long-ago injuries have distorted the color and growth pattern of a few of his scales. Several scars mar the membrane of his wings, reminders of battles won and lost.
Listening to the master can be disconcerting, for his beak opens and closes minimally when he speaks. Nearly all of the Graarl’s vocal articulation is performed in his throat. In fact, if the Jedi ever decided to hang up his proverbial robes and become a ventriloquist, he would be quite convincing, for his vocal structure allows him to imitate almost any sound – this is the crux of Graat, the Graarl language. As it were, however, he’s more than content being a Jedi.
Though often mistaken for an exotic pet, this impression is quick to crumble. Give him a few moments, and Roq proves that he is more intelligent than he looks, less barbaric than his claws suggest, and just as formidable as he appears.[/ul]
Personality:
The fallacy of first impressions lies more in the impressed, than it does in the impressor himself. Like a floating iceberg, only that small tenth reveals itself to the world. The vast majority is hidden beneath the shifting waves, never to be seen by the sky. Even so, that whole iceberg is made of the same fibre, and like a plant whose real sustenance lies underground, the shapes that present themselves on the outside, are inevitably derived from the deeper stuffs below.
And so it could be said of Roq Nd'ath'terrain'akai. Though there are many thick and armored plates obscuring his core, bits of his true self shine through the cracks, revealing who he is.
It would seem, at first introduction, that Roq was simply another sagely master -- serene, a touch intimidating, and somewhat unsettling, the way his words seem to come out of nowhere. And then, one realizes that there is a sense of humor, lurking just beneath the surface. His way of speaking is such that one is compelled to believe even the wildest claim for a moment, before suddenly realizing the old lizard is simply being sarcastic.
Roq is ever a creature of balance. He is as rooted to reality as his name suggests, but he can cut his chains and soar through the sky. He knows there are instances in which time is of short supply, but he also understands that patience is the most valuable thing a Jedi can learn. Just when things seem to be reaching the very tipping edge of their breaking point, the Force steps in.
Emotions are something upon which Roq has spent much thought. He has come to the conclusion that emotion is part of what it is to be -- it is what separates true consciousness from the artificial sentience of droids. As with all things of the Jedi, emotions come back to balance and control -- as long as the Jedi controls the emotions, and the emotions do not control the Jedi, then the proper psyche is maintained. As such, Roq has formed for himself a cornerstone of contentment, optimism, and hope. This cornerstone is rarely, if ever seen, but it establishes a foundation upon which the outer shell can be built. Roq tends to be irrepressible, simply because no emotion manages to penetrate this outer layer. He might express frustration, excitement, affection, or even anger, without compromising this core state of being.
Only the Force can affect him at this profound level. Concerning this entity, Roq believes it to be living and active, an energy that surrounds all things, and is all things. It is shaped and affected by those who touch it, and shapes and affects those in turn, either evening out their inconsistencies, or exaggerating their characteristics. Roq believes that ultimately, the Force seeks balance, and Roq strives to be that balance.
Threads:
If You Keep Asking Questions...: Council Member Roq seeks repose in one of the Temple's gardens, knowing that his presence will attract those with questions. A frustrated Knight and a grieving padawan seek out the master. They will receive their answers, but will these answers be the ones they want? (Ongoing)
Thou Dost Protest Too Much: Blast from the Past. On the planet of Namore, trouble brews. The Vis Vires family is incrimination guilty, if only because of they're vehement insistence that they're not. Three Jedi and a Padawan venture into Lord Vis Vires' home ground, trying to unravel the mystery of strange pollution and sudden disappearances... But, will the Jedi themselves become caught in the tangled web of this scheme? Forever? (Ongoing)
Duels:
vs Te Naast: Deep within war-torn bunkers, a Jedi master seeks an object, carelessly left behind, but instead, finds a living demon... (Ongoing)
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