Post by Tarkan Blackscar on Sept 7, 2009 17:56:56 GMT 1
Name: Tarkan Blackscar
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Age: 23
Height: 1.83
Weight: 79
Hair colour: Blond
Eye colour: Ice blue
Skin colour: Light tanned
Homeworld: Chandrila
Languages: Basic, Huttese (can understand, not speak), Ryll
Weapons: Two lightsabers, both with blue beams though he rarely uses them both at the same time. They can click together into a dual lightsaber, though he is not yet trained in using it like this.
Appearance:
Tarkan often sees it fit to smile to everyone and everything he sees with a great, big white set of teeth. His slightly thin and his thick, blond hair falls down into his eyes sometimes and goes down to his ears. He is currently trying to grow it longer, and he hopes that he will soon stop looking like a padawan. He is slenderly build and have long, marked muscles on both his arms and legs. He has a six-pack, but it does not stand out.
Though his ice-blue eyes are friendly, there is something in them that is somehow cold and piercing, but not directly evil. If you look closer, though, you will find some mercilessness in them too. The look of a killer.
He almost always wears the robes of the Jedi, but underneath it, he often wears more normal clothes, clothes that he find is easier to move in than the Jedi uniform. Often it is a dark blue, sleeveless shirt that reveal his arms, as well as a pair of black, baggy pants. Sometimes though, when he feels nostalgic, he puts on his old Jedi uniform again.
Personality:
Playfulness, smiling and determined are the words that describe Tarkan best. Though he is polite to most people and has no trouble gaining friends, he can just as easy get enemies with a few well placed words. Though some say that he has fallen to the dark side, Tarkan himself would disagree. He would say that he has been inspired by it and walk down the path of it, but still is mindful of all perspectives of the force. He realize that he is not almighty, nor is he more important than students he trains besides and do assignments with, which is why he stretch himself to the edge of his potential to be the best. He has no problem killing, though he is of the believe that the force of life should be treated with respect. He has never randomly killed anyone, and is proud of it.
If you talk to him one on one, you will most likely be attracted to his happy character, though some people are repulsed by it.
He treats his friends, and especially his masters, with respect and a slight joke now and then. His humour never seems to leave him, even in very stressful situations.
In combat, he is fast thinking and determined. He never backs down and never gives up, though he knows when to make a strategic retreat. That rarely happens though, as he is almost a true master with a lightsaber.
Background:
When the masters first found Tarkan, stranded as an infant on a small farm on Chandrila, they thought that they felt a true hurricane of force energy surrounding the child. His affinity for the force was great indeed, he was almost always aware of everything happening around him. For example, he always knew if his parents were in the house or in the fields, even though he had just woken from a nap. He felt them through the force, reaching out when he missed them or were hungry. And when he did, the parents somehow felt it.
His parents were quickly persuaded by the masters to let the boy join the order of the Jedi, and soon after, they were on their way to Coruscant.
As a youngling, he quickly found the lightsabertraning too easy. It was like he always knew where to place his weapon, and he could count on a single hand how many times he had been hit by the charge from the drone. Therefore he often sneaked into a corner of the training room and meditated, while the other younglings still stood with their blinding helmets on, trying to avoid getting shocked by the shot from the drones. He quickly became very aware of the force around him, and soon, he had learned to listen to it. His masters did not approve though, and put him to do more lightsabertraning, as they thought him a slacker to always skip the common lightsabertraining.
When he was finally ready to become a padawan, at age 11, his skills as a Jedi was already great, considering his young age. A young, newly appointed knight took him under his wing, and a beautiful friendship soon flourished between them.
The young knight was very fascinated by the level of skill that the young padawan had, and trained him in the third form of lightsaber combat, Soresu. This however, Tarkan quickly mastered to a fine degree, and after a few years with his master, he began to seek other masters to learn a more aggressive style. He fell very fond of a female master, who taught him the way of the Krayt Dragon, Shien and Djiem So. He was always, after these training sessions, very thankful to the female master, though his own master seemed to slightly jealous about it. He never mentioned it to his pupil though.
Tarkan grew in skill and in the Jedi way every day, and each passing day he got a little bit better. But he slowly began to feel that the Jedi way was taking too long. When he was eighteen years old, he began to hear whispers in his sleep, like the force was calling out to him, telling him that there was something better out there. He wanted to go, he wanted to develop himself beyond the boundaries of a Jedi, but he never said anything to his master. He had far to much respect to the knight to do so. He went on for years, never saying a word about it, and still, the calling kept sounding louder and louder.
At last he was relieved of his trail of thoughts though, when he and his master was sent on a mission. A mission to be mediators in a struggle, not so far away. This would become the chance that Tarkan had been waiting for. He was now twenty one years of age.
After arriving on the small planet, the meditation began. But the two parts did not seem to take well to the Jedi interfering, and soon, both the families they were meditating between, let the Jedi into a trap. Tarkan fought well and was on his way out of the door, he called out to his master, only to just catch the sight of him being cut down by a vibro-blade from the behind. Without thinking, he called the masters lightsaber to his hand and ran out the door.
As Tarkan fled the premises, he felt the calling once again, stronger than it had been before. It told him, that this was an opportunity. This was his chance to follow his own destiny. This was what he had been waiting for. Without hesitation, he ran to the ship and piloted it out of the system, leaving his masters body behind. “Farewell”, he thought, but he did not mourn him, as he knew that he was now one with the force. Never again should he see the Jedi with the same eyes. Now, he would follow his feelings. He set his course towards Jandoon, where he soon found the organization which he had only heard stories of: The fallen Jedi. It was here, in the hands of the leaders: Drashk and Varuun. Believing that they could help him reach his full potential, he joined their cause without hesitation. This was, as things were now, his new home.
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Age: 23
Height: 1.83
Weight: 79
Hair colour: Blond
Eye colour: Ice blue
Skin colour: Light tanned
Homeworld: Chandrila
Languages: Basic, Huttese (can understand, not speak), Ryll
Weapons: Two lightsabers, both with blue beams though he rarely uses them both at the same time. They can click together into a dual lightsaber, though he is not yet trained in using it like this.
Appearance:
Tarkan often sees it fit to smile to everyone and everything he sees with a great, big white set of teeth. His slightly thin and his thick, blond hair falls down into his eyes sometimes and goes down to his ears. He is currently trying to grow it longer, and he hopes that he will soon stop looking like a padawan. He is slenderly build and have long, marked muscles on both his arms and legs. He has a six-pack, but it does not stand out.
Though his ice-blue eyes are friendly, there is something in them that is somehow cold and piercing, but not directly evil. If you look closer, though, you will find some mercilessness in them too. The look of a killer.
He almost always wears the robes of the Jedi, but underneath it, he often wears more normal clothes, clothes that he find is easier to move in than the Jedi uniform. Often it is a dark blue, sleeveless shirt that reveal his arms, as well as a pair of black, baggy pants. Sometimes though, when he feels nostalgic, he puts on his old Jedi uniform again.
Personality:
Playfulness, smiling and determined are the words that describe Tarkan best. Though he is polite to most people and has no trouble gaining friends, he can just as easy get enemies with a few well placed words. Though some say that he has fallen to the dark side, Tarkan himself would disagree. He would say that he has been inspired by it and walk down the path of it, but still is mindful of all perspectives of the force. He realize that he is not almighty, nor is he more important than students he trains besides and do assignments with, which is why he stretch himself to the edge of his potential to be the best. He has no problem killing, though he is of the believe that the force of life should be treated with respect. He has never randomly killed anyone, and is proud of it.
If you talk to him one on one, you will most likely be attracted to his happy character, though some people are repulsed by it.
He treats his friends, and especially his masters, with respect and a slight joke now and then. His humour never seems to leave him, even in very stressful situations.
In combat, he is fast thinking and determined. He never backs down and never gives up, though he knows when to make a strategic retreat. That rarely happens though, as he is almost a true master with a lightsaber.
Background:
When the masters first found Tarkan, stranded as an infant on a small farm on Chandrila, they thought that they felt a true hurricane of force energy surrounding the child. His affinity for the force was great indeed, he was almost always aware of everything happening around him. For example, he always knew if his parents were in the house or in the fields, even though he had just woken from a nap. He felt them through the force, reaching out when he missed them or were hungry. And when he did, the parents somehow felt it.
His parents were quickly persuaded by the masters to let the boy join the order of the Jedi, and soon after, they were on their way to Coruscant.
As a youngling, he quickly found the lightsabertraning too easy. It was like he always knew where to place his weapon, and he could count on a single hand how many times he had been hit by the charge from the drone. Therefore he often sneaked into a corner of the training room and meditated, while the other younglings still stood with their blinding helmets on, trying to avoid getting shocked by the shot from the drones. He quickly became very aware of the force around him, and soon, he had learned to listen to it. His masters did not approve though, and put him to do more lightsabertraning, as they thought him a slacker to always skip the common lightsabertraining.
When he was finally ready to become a padawan, at age 11, his skills as a Jedi was already great, considering his young age. A young, newly appointed knight took him under his wing, and a beautiful friendship soon flourished between them.
The young knight was very fascinated by the level of skill that the young padawan had, and trained him in the third form of lightsaber combat, Soresu. This however, Tarkan quickly mastered to a fine degree, and after a few years with his master, he began to seek other masters to learn a more aggressive style. He fell very fond of a female master, who taught him the way of the Krayt Dragon, Shien and Djiem So. He was always, after these training sessions, very thankful to the female master, though his own master seemed to slightly jealous about it. He never mentioned it to his pupil though.
Tarkan grew in skill and in the Jedi way every day, and each passing day he got a little bit better. But he slowly began to feel that the Jedi way was taking too long. When he was eighteen years old, he began to hear whispers in his sleep, like the force was calling out to him, telling him that there was something better out there. He wanted to go, he wanted to develop himself beyond the boundaries of a Jedi, but he never said anything to his master. He had far to much respect to the knight to do so. He went on for years, never saying a word about it, and still, the calling kept sounding louder and louder.
At last he was relieved of his trail of thoughts though, when he and his master was sent on a mission. A mission to be mediators in a struggle, not so far away. This would become the chance that Tarkan had been waiting for. He was now twenty one years of age.
After arriving on the small planet, the meditation began. But the two parts did not seem to take well to the Jedi interfering, and soon, both the families they were meditating between, let the Jedi into a trap. Tarkan fought well and was on his way out of the door, he called out to his master, only to just catch the sight of him being cut down by a vibro-blade from the behind. Without thinking, he called the masters lightsaber to his hand and ran out the door.
As Tarkan fled the premises, he felt the calling once again, stronger than it had been before. It told him, that this was an opportunity. This was his chance to follow his own destiny. This was what he had been waiting for. Without hesitation, he ran to the ship and piloted it out of the system, leaving his masters body behind. “Farewell”, he thought, but he did not mourn him, as he knew that he was now one with the force. Never again should he see the Jedi with the same eyes. Now, he would follow his feelings. He set his course towards Jandoon, where he soon found the organization which he had only heard stories of: The fallen Jedi. It was here, in the hands of the leaders: Drashk and Varuun. Believing that they could help him reach his full potential, he joined their cause without hesitation. This was, as things were now, his new home.