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BASICS
Name: Ra’taak
Faction: Jedi
Rank: Knight
Species: Annoo-dat Prime
Age: 24
Sex: Male
Force Sensitive: Yes. Trained
APPEARANCE:
Image found on internet. Artist unknown
Height: 2.2 m
Weight: 200 kg
Build: Extremely muscular
Eyes: four, ice blue
Complexion: Blood red scales with honey yellow highlights
Distinguishing marks: A jagged claw like like scar running along the left side of his face
Ra’taak is a male Annoo-dat prime. A reptilian race hailing from a barren world that shares the same name. He is tall, standing two meters from the tips of his horny head, to the soles of his talon like feet. Just as he is tall, he is broad. The thick body rippling with bulging muscle, covered in smooth scales of blood red highlighted with streaks of honey gold. His posture is upright and proud with the broad shoulders set back.
The sharp acute head is covered in short spikes sits atop a thick muscular neck, and the snout is blunted and angular with sharp jagged teeth protruding from the lips. His eyes, all four of them are a cool ice blue sparkling with intelligence.
His chest, back and shoulders are thick and broad, much like the arms attached to them. The fingers of his hands, or more like claws, end in sharp curved talon like nails. His strong core sits upon powerful legs holding the entire beast upright. A thick tail extends from his backside sweeping low providing balance.
He keeps his attire simple. Bare chested, with a wrapping of cloth about his core, forearms and claws. His legs are covered in a simple skirt like dressing of plain color extending to his knees, and he prefers to keep his feet bare.
ATTRIBUTES:
Strength: Ra’taak's passion for high gravity weight lifting in synergy with his natural reptilian strength makes him impossibly strong.
Intelligence: Ra’taak is of average intelligence. Neither excelling in one area, but not a dunce either.
Balance: Ra’taak’s reptilian tail offers him greater balance.
Dexterity: Ra’taak’s size hinders his ability for acrobatic feats.
Curiosity: Ra’taak has a natural propensity for exploring those things that catch his attention.
Constitution: Ra’taak is one tough individual, pushing through pain to accomplish his task.
Stubborn: He is stubborn. This is a double edged sword working for him, and against him.
Heat tolerant: Annoo-dat is a barren waste-land of a world were the inhabitants have high level of heat resistance.
Cold blooded: Cold weather can have a serious adverse effect on him. Making him sluggish and dull witted.
Heat/night vision: Annoo-dat Prime can see into the infrared spectrum.
PERSONALITY:
The death of his mother had a profound impact on Ra’taak, forcing the individual to retreat to his inner self. This had altered his personality in a few fundamental ways. Going from a boisterous youth to one of quiet introspection. And though he can work in a team, he prefers solitude where he can be left with his thoughts. Perhaps this is why he took to the sport of bodybuilding. Something physical he could do on his own. Or perhaps it was loss of control over the untimely demise of his only family, this sport gave him a way to exert control and domination over the one thing he could control, himself.
This introspective behaviour resulted in a more blunt attitude towards circumstances and relationships. Mostly due to the jarring jolt of being pulled out of his head to interact with the world around him. This coupled with the battle with his inner “beast” has made it particularly difficult for him to relate to people. This is why Ra’taak prefers to listen. Speaking only to add only what he thinks is necessary. Idle chit-chat usually results in his interest being lost.
Having spent years in an orphanage Ra’taak had found empathy for those that are unfortunate. This has led him to a soft spot in his heart, giving what he has to help to alleviate hardship, suffering, or to just make someone’s day brighter. It was also in the orphanage that Ra’taak took to satiating curiosity. He is inquisitive and enjoys learning about things that have piqued his interest.
His introspective nature deepened further when he discovered that he could manipulate the Force. He had erroneously tied the ability to the inner beast when an accident resulted in a friend being injured. Years in training and teaching him to delineate the two culminated in him being Force capable, but he uses it only when needed.
Ra'taak is continually driven to push himself physically. With a mind set on the welfare of others, he works to alleviate suffering, helping those that impoverished helping to break the chains that bind those found shackled to it.
BIOGRAPHY:
Ra’taak was born in the small mining village of Mur’Riik on the desolated wasteland planet Annoo, to Faay and Ra’teek. Ra’teek was a larger the average Annoo-dat, and worked in the mines providing a living for his small family. Re’teek taught his son the value of hard work, honor and respect and Ra’taak was well taken care of despite the harsh impoverished conditions. His family shared in much love and joy. Ra’teek was killed in an accident when a mine collapsed. Though rescue efforts were in earnest, they were not enough. The body was never recovered. This shook Ra’taak, a sudden loss in relationship and only had his mother for support. She sold what little they had, and booked passage to Hok, where she could find work among the fields.
The drastic change in scenery from a wasteland to an agricultural world overwhelmed the young Ra’taak, and blossomed his growing imagination. He grew and did what most young boys do. Drive their mothers insane, but she loved him dearly. Sharing their day, stories and playtime. He was boisterous and his inquisitive nature was constantly getting him into that place known as trouble. And though he tried to make friends, the local inhabitants saw he and his mother as savage brutes.
It was here that his mother died. It was sudden; while they were walking down the local city’s commerce division when Faay’s heart failed. Ra’taak was left confused in a dark and scary place his his mother's corpse at his feet. Local officials showed up, and one tried to restrain the boy. Something deep within him took hold. An instinct for survival and he bit the officer tearing a hunk out of his arm. Ra’taak was dropped, and stunned by another official.
He later woke up to find that he was alone. The news that his mother died was broken to him. Completely alone in the world, he drew inward. He had nothing. Shortly after, he was awarded to the local government and placed into an orphanage
The few years he spent in the orphanage was hard. His crude features made it hard for him to make friends. Or even become adopted. He watched as others were chosen around him instilling a sense no-control and hopelessness. Things became even more jumbled when he discovered that he was able to manipulate the Force in some crude fashion. An accident called the attention of the headmistress a power she was not prepared for. Contacts of contacts set her into communication with the Jedi order who dispatched a young Mirialan to evaluate the youth. Whatever it was she saw in him, Ra’taak never found out. But he was taken into the order for training.
The boy grew into a teen then young adult and under the guidance of his master, Arrya. It was here that he learned more about this inner beast nature of himself. This duality that exists in his inner being and how to strike a balance. Through physical training he learned self discipline, control and the joys of accomplishing long term goals. Through mental training, he learned how to safely satiate his curiosity and pursue matters intellectual interest. And it was here, he learned how to even his temperament.
The padawan’s introspective nature led him to bottling his emotions resulting in volcanic explosions of anger. One of which resulted in a brawl with a fellow padawan, Marxk, to which Ra’taak ended up on the rather worse side of. He received A nasty claw like gash across the left side of his face, which scared over adding to his brutal appearance. And though the fight had been terrible at the time, in the end, the two became very good friends- blood brothers.
And through this time Master Arrya couched, taught, corrected and provided guidance to her charge. Ra’taak looked up to her as a parental figure, even though such things were forbidden. Logically he knew that. But emotionally, that was harder to quell.
Her passing, yet again tossed Ra’taak for a loop. He had been applying to ascend to the rank of knight, but the elders did not think he was ready for it. They were concerned about Ra’taak’s future and his ability to turn away from his carnal nature and had been decline. Arrya was at the time, his only advocate. She had made pleas for him and with her passing, so did his dream to become something greater.
But this was not the case. A letter from the council was given to him. He had been accepted. A touching note from his Master, and possibly a farewell. The test grueling. And facing his deepest fear, more so. A tortured beast twisted into an instrument of cruelty. It was here that he understood that this was a part of him. But it did not define him. In that shining moment, he understood that the compassion that he held for the unfortunate. The giving of self was the greatest weapon.
And that has been his vow. To give. To render aid, and to help those that are in need. A driving force that pushes back the instinctual need to rent, destroy, and feed.
Short Story, Through His Eyes
The dark streets were punctuated with the screeching wails of a blood red Annoo-dat. The youth pushed hard on the heavy figure at his knees, unable to understand why she wasn’t moving. The confusion washed over him like a flood as he cast his four eyes about in desperation. The tendril wisps of fog snaked about, forming insidious figures that frightened him further. He pushed again. “Mother, mother!” but to no avail. Bright lights cut through the haze. Large men in uniforms were about the body. He felt arms wrap around him in an embrace. He was in danger. He felt the arm in his mouth and a bit as hard as he could. There was a scream and a curse from behind as he hit the ground. He couldn’t make out what was said, and it didn’t matter. The world around him dissolved into haze of nothing.
“No ma’am..” the voice was stern.
His mind was a fog. Throbbing. He gingerly touched the back of his spiny head.
“The identification on the body….He’s awake…”
“Do you think it’s best to tell him?”
Ra’taak blinked his ice blue eyes.
“It’s okay, were are not going to hurt you.” said a woman. Her wrinkled face was kind, but her eyes were sad.
Ra’taak felt his body relax. He blinked up at her again. “T-tell me what?”
The woman sighed. “Your mother… is gone….”
“G-gone? When, when is she coming back?”
The woman sat on the soft bed next to him. She reached out and touched the scaly face. “I'm sorry, she will not be coming back, dear....”
“Master?” Ra’taak’s deep voice was barely a whisper, cutting through the dark room.
“Mmmm?” the Mirialan broke her trance and looked up. Her dark eyes meeting his.
“I’ve been….”
“...wondering.” She finished for him, “Yes you do a lot of that.”
Ra’taak felt the deep claw like gash that ran down the left side of his face.
“Do you remember when we first met?” she asked him.
“Yes master.” he looked down at his bare talon like feet.
She smiled at him “You had quite the black eye. Your nose was bleeding and you were covered in dirt from snout to tail.” she gave a short chuckle. “The headmistress was quite embarrassed. She was hoping to present something…..presentable, but instead we got to witness the real you.”
“I don’t understand master.”
“Ra’taak,” her voice became somber “what you are seeking to eradicate is essentially a part of you. It dwells deep in your nature. To fear it, gives it power, and that power will lead you down that dark road.”
She touched the gash. “Let this, be a reminder of the choice you are making -to become. But do not forget what you are.”
His brows furrowed trying to understand the cryptic advice.
“Ra’taak, do not dwell on this.” She stood standing next to him. “Walk with me.”
Ra’taak did as he was told. They made their way slowly down a long and brightly lit corridor. The apprentice almost a half a meter taller than the master.
“I have watched you grow from that scared and aimless boy, into what you are today. A capable padawan. A strong body, and an inquisitive mind. But it’s your compassion that has surprised me the most.”
“Yes master.”
“When I see you, I do not see the monster that many do. I see this heart.” She nodded to him. “I see one that is willing to help despite the inner hungers you battle.“ They rounded a corner. “But I have confidence, that you will strike a balance.”
“Yes master.”
She nodded again. “I do believe you have a meeting Master Uttik. Run along.”
“Today, we commemorate the passing of Master Morri Arrya ….” the voice was solemn and largely unnoticed by Ra’taak. His mind was elsewhere and wasn’t even aware of the people around him who had come to pay their respects. His former master had been struck down, and it pained him deeply. He knew he wasn’t suppose to make attachments with people, but that was more difficult to place into practice. She had been with him since he was a boy. She trained him. She mentored him. A bond that he knew no one else would ever have with him, consigned to oblivion.
He mustered the will to fight back bitterness, and resentment. Both were open doors waiting for him to pass through to the darker side of the Force. He felt the gash on his face. Long since scarred over. The result of a fight with a fellow padawan. A constant reminder of what happens when he gives his will over to his desires. He didn’t understand at the time what his master was trying to speak of. The dual nature of his psyche. His inner-self. But as the years passed by, he learned. It was a balancing act. And he had become accustomed to seeking her wisdom when he felt that balance tip either way.
He would miss that. But as she would say, “The universe will renew itself. That is its nature.” and some deep part of himself felt comfort.
He also felt a tap on his shoulder and looking up he saw a blue skinned Twi’lek.
“Master Jorran?” Ra’taak looked down at the envelope he was offering.
“For you.” He said with a steady tone clasping a strong hand on the Annoo-dat’s broad shoulder. Ra’taak relieved the envelope.
As Ra’taak opened it and his four eyes scanned the letter resting on that last bit.
...It is hereby my recommendation that Ra’taak is ready to take the final examinations and enter the Jedi Order as a knight.
~ Morri Arrya
Jorran spoke with authority. “I have to agree with Master Arrya’s assessment. I am sorry she will not be here to witness.” He squeezed the shoulder again, turned and left that large reptilian man with his thoughts.
A parting gift? Did she know? He liked to think so.
“No ma’am..” the voice was stern.
His mind was a fog. Throbbing. He gingerly touched the back of his spiny head.
“The identification on the body….He’s awake…”
“Do you think it’s best to tell him?”
Ra’taak blinked his ice blue eyes.
“It’s okay, were are not going to hurt you.” said a woman. Her wrinkled face was kind, but her eyes were sad.
Ra’taak felt his body relax. He blinked up at her again. “T-tell me what?”
The woman sighed. “Your mother… is gone….”
“G-gone? When, when is she coming back?”
The woman sat on the soft bed next to him. She reached out and touched the scaly face. “I'm sorry, she will not be coming back, dear....”
* * * * * * * *
“Master?” Ra’taak’s deep voice was barely a whisper, cutting through the dark room.
“Mmmm?” the Mirialan broke her trance and looked up. Her dark eyes meeting his.
“I’ve been….”
“...wondering.” She finished for him, “Yes you do a lot of that.”
Ra’taak felt the deep claw like gash that ran down the left side of his face.
“Do you remember when we first met?” she asked him.
“Yes master.” he looked down at his bare talon like feet.
She smiled at him “You had quite the black eye. Your nose was bleeding and you were covered in dirt from snout to tail.” she gave a short chuckle. “The headmistress was quite embarrassed. She was hoping to present something…..presentable, but instead we got to witness the real you.”
“I don’t understand master.”
“Ra’taak,” her voice became somber “what you are seeking to eradicate is essentially a part of you. It dwells deep in your nature. To fear it, gives it power, and that power will lead you down that dark road.”
She touched the gash. “Let this, be a reminder of the choice you are making -to become. But do not forget what you are.”
His brows furrowed trying to understand the cryptic advice.
“Ra’taak, do not dwell on this.” She stood standing next to him. “Walk with me.”
Ra’taak did as he was told. They made their way slowly down a long and brightly lit corridor. The apprentice almost a half a meter taller than the master.
“I have watched you grow from that scared and aimless boy, into what you are today. A capable padawan. A strong body, and an inquisitive mind. But it’s your compassion that has surprised me the most.”
“Yes master.”
“When I see you, I do not see the monster that many do. I see this heart.” She nodded to him. “I see one that is willing to help despite the inner hungers you battle.“ They rounded a corner. “But I have confidence, that you will strike a balance.”
“Yes master.”
She nodded again. “I do believe you have a meeting Master Uttik. Run along.”
* * * * * * * *
“Today, we commemorate the passing of Master Morri Arrya ….” the voice was solemn and largely unnoticed by Ra’taak. His mind was elsewhere and wasn’t even aware of the people around him who had come to pay their respects. His former master had been struck down, and it pained him deeply. He knew he wasn’t suppose to make attachments with people, but that was more difficult to place into practice. She had been with him since he was a boy. She trained him. She mentored him. A bond that he knew no one else would ever have with him, consigned to oblivion.
He mustered the will to fight back bitterness, and resentment. Both were open doors waiting for him to pass through to the darker side of the Force. He felt the gash on his face. Long since scarred over. The result of a fight with a fellow padawan. A constant reminder of what happens when he gives his will over to his desires. He didn’t understand at the time what his master was trying to speak of. The dual nature of his psyche. His inner-self. But as the years passed by, he learned. It was a balancing act. And he had become accustomed to seeking her wisdom when he felt that balance tip either way.
He would miss that. But as she would say, “The universe will renew itself. That is its nature.” and some deep part of himself felt comfort.
He also felt a tap on his shoulder and looking up he saw a blue skinned Twi’lek.
“Master Jorran?” Ra’taak looked down at the envelope he was offering.
“For you.” He said with a steady tone clasping a strong hand on the Annoo-dat’s broad shoulder. Ra’taak relieved the envelope.
As Ra’taak opened it and his four eyes scanned the letter resting on that last bit.
...It is hereby my recommendation that Ra’taak is ready to take the final examinations and enter the Jedi Order as a knight.
~ Morri Arrya
Jorran spoke with authority. “I have to agree with Master Arrya’s assessment. I am sorry she will not be here to witness.” He squeezed the shoulder again, turned and left that large reptilian man with his thoughts.
A parting gift? Did she know? He liked to think so.
SKILLS:
Saberstaff: Proficient in the use of the saberstaff and Jar'kai.
Form I: 4/10
Form II: 8/10
Form III: 9/10
Form IV: 4/10
Form V: 7/10
Form VI: 2/10
Form VII: 1/10
Unarmed combat: One would not wish to be on the receiving end of his claws and maw.
Bilingual: Basic and Dat-an.
Wrestling: A favorite past-time.
Piloting: He can get from point A to point B, but it might be a white knuckler.
Reasoning: He has brain!
Dancing: Never know when you'll be asked for a dance.
Force:
Ra'taak is average in the use of the force, not an expert in any one area. The following listing are the skills that he is more likely to use.
Telekenetic: He typically uses this during combat to push and pull, sometimes using it augment his physical strength further.
Healing: This is by far his best skill. Using this to heal physical wounds.
Resolve: He can use to force to help bolster the resolve and moral of those around him.
Calm: Despite his intimidating stature, when things are calm around him, he can use this to help calm scared individuals.
Protection: Another status effecting skill. He can use this to instill a sense of protection and safety.
Acrobatics: Since he is not the most dexterous individual, he can call on the force to help supplement this deficiency. Though, in combat, the concentration needed to do this, renders it useless.
GEAR:
Ra'taak prefers to travel light.
Weapon: Saberstaff; yellow
Accessories: Small satchel about the waist.
Clothing: Forearms and hands wrapped in a linen cloth. Bare torso, except for a tightly wrapped strip of cloth about the mid-section. Skirt like leg dressing and bare feet. He will typically forgo the traditional Jedi robes.
ROLE-PLAYS:
Crossroads - Retreated
The Start of a New Alliance - In Progress
A New Leaf - In Progress
To Find Peace - Completed
Striking a Bargain - In Progress
RELATIONSHIPS:
None as of yet
SHIP:
RG-5 Assault Starfighter
DROIDS:
None
PETS:
None
KILLS:
None
COMBAT:
None as of yet.
Revisions made:
5/4/17 Changed weight from 200 kg to 200 kg.
5/4/17 Changed Kusurigama to Lightsaber
5/5/17 Added traceability for revisions.
5/5/17 Added a narrative to the description section.
5/5/17 Removed the existing personality section, added more of a narrative.
5/5/17 Moved biography short story into a spoiler.
5/5/17 Added new biography.
5/5/17 Removed attribute narrative, added list of attributes.
5/5/17 Changed the listing in gear.
5/5/17 Added Force section.
5/5/17 Additional formatting changes.
5/5/17 Added short story title
5/5/17 Added Image
5/5/17 Added "Basics" section, and changed formatting
5/5/17 Changed record of revisions to Revision History.
5/6/17 Added heat/night vision to attributes section.
5/6/17 Added Crossroads to Role plays.
5/7/17 edited clothing.
5/10/17 Added "The Start of a New Alliance" to Role-Plays
5/10/17 Added "A New Leaf" to Role-Plays
5/10/17 Added the tag -In Progress to Role-plays "Crossroads," "The Start of a New Alliance," "A New Leaf."
5/10/17 Added light saber technique proficiency under Light saber
5/11/17 Changed "In progress" to "Retreated" under Crossroads in the Role-plays section
5/17/17 Added "To Find Peace" in Role Play
5/17/17 Changed light saber to saberstaff
5/18/17 Added RG-5 Assault Starfighter to ships
5/26/17
5/4/17 Changed weight from 200 kg to 200 kg.
5/4/17 Changed Kusurigama to Lightsaber
5/5/17 Added traceability for revisions.
5/5/17 Added a narrative to the description section.
5/5/17 Removed the existing personality section, added more of a narrative.
5/5/17 Moved biography short story into a spoiler.
5/5/17 Added new biography.
5/5/17 Removed attribute narrative, added list of attributes.
5/5/17 Changed the listing in gear.
5/5/17 Added Force section.
5/5/17 Additional formatting changes.
5/5/17 Added short story title
5/5/17 Added Image
5/5/17 Added "Basics" section, and changed formatting
5/5/17 Changed record of revisions to Revision History.
5/6/17 Added heat/night vision to attributes section.
5/6/17 Added Crossroads to Role plays.
5/7/17 edited clothing.
5/10/17 Added "The Start of a New Alliance" to Role-Plays
5/10/17 Added "A New Leaf" to Role-Plays
5/10/17 Added the tag -In Progress to Role-plays "Crossroads," "The Start of a New Alliance," "A New Leaf."
5/10/17 Added light saber technique proficiency under Light saber
5/11/17 Changed "In progress" to "Retreated" under Crossroads in the Role-plays section
5/17/17 Added "To Find Peace" in Role Play
5/17/17 Changed light saber to saberstaff
5/18/17 Added RG-5 Assault Starfighter to ships
5/26/17
I am open to suggestions and criticisms so long as they are constructive. As a personal aim, I am seeking to improve my writing skills, and see this as a really fun opportunity to do so.
Thank-you for considering this character.
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