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Rhonan Tor
[fancybox4="http://i281.photobucket.com/albums/kk215/agnulfr/Rhonan_Padawan_BustII_zpscuzre6vx.png"]FULL NAME: Rhonan TorAGE: 16
SPECIES: Cathar
HEIGHT: 1.8 meters (5’11”) and still growing
WEIGHT: 195 lbs
EYE COLOR: Ice-opal blue with a flash of gold around the pupil
HAIR COLOR: Rusty auburn with streaks of flaxen gold.
SKIN COLOR: Rhonan's skin is a pale flesh tone, but is adorned with short fur of gold-and-bronze coloring with a unique striped pattern from head to toe.
MARKINGS: Like all Cathar, Rhonan’s stripe pattern is unique to him. In addition, he has a Mandalorian brand on his right forearm and a patchwork of scars inflicted by the Mandalorian Separatist slavers. In particular, the crescent whip scars on his back (and the back of his head) are the most evident.
FACTION: Jedi Order
RANK: Padawan
In his youth, Rhonan was always a large boy. Considerably taller than average, he was awkwardly proportioned before he filled in. When he was pulled from the slave camps, Rhonan was terribly emaciated and malnourished near the point of death. His long limbs lacked the usual stockiness a cub like him was supposed to have, making his hands and joints seem over-sized and knobby. Icy, opalescent eyes hold the remnants of hopeful dreams, but are also host to a distance and hardness unbecoming one of his age. Across his back is a patchwork of scars - likely left behind by an electrowhip or some other crude and inhumane treatment. The wounds that caused them ran deep, and had improperly healed before the Jedi came around. The scars, and the brand on his right forearm, would stick with Rhonan throughout his life.
After being taken in by the Jedi and nurtured back to a healthy baseline for a boy his size, he filled out quickly. There is a thickness to his sinew that normally would not begin appearing in humans until adolescence, but Cathar usually begin their life as hunters early on. Little definition was evident as baby fat was still present, so Rhonan looked more puffy than muscular.
Like other young Cathar, Rhonan’s stripes had not yet taken shape. His downy cub-fur was splotched with the colors he inherited, providing a natural camouflage better suited to hide than to prowl. While others preferred a full and lengthy mane, the deep scars on the back of Rhonan’s head made a full mane patchy and misshapen. So, he keeps his rust-red mane reduced to a short shock of fur atop his head.
Regarding attire, Rhonan found the humble clothing of the Jedi tolerable, though he would be damned if he was ever parted with his necklace. Early on, he found a love for the rich and dark shades of blue found in some galactic textiles. While he dressed in the earthen tunics and slacks of the younglings, Rhonan insisted on a blue obi and loincloth. He had his new wardrobe for a whole week before he liberated himself of the gaping sleeves.
Continuing his growth under Jedi tutelage, Rhonan was hardened into an impressive physical specimen as his body was amid its transition from boy to man. Sprouting quickly, and often painfully, he underwent lightning rounds of development in a few short years. The puffy physique of childhood melted away to steely ridges of sinew. Forged under the tutelage of Master Hlodovic, Rhonan relished the near-spartan upbringing. His eyes have hardened into something keen and piercing, but still bright with life.
Along with the growth of his mane into a wolf-tail, his stripes developed early on in his descent into puberty. Rhonan’s Padawan braid hangs from his right temple in the traditional fashion, though he has adorned it with beads of bone and metal. Through more habit than anything else, Rhonan keeps his right forearm wrapped, covering the brand left on him by his past life. The pain - both physically and psychologically - has faded but is not yet gone.
Preferring a sleeveless tunic unless otherwise required by extreme climates, Rhonan still has an attraction to the color blue, which he still employs for his obi and sash. Wrapping a two-tone earthen tunic over a darker chocolate colored under tunic, he clasps his utility belt over his obi. Trousers the same color as his under tunic are tucked into durable leather boots.[/fancybox4]
Rhonan Character Art by StormWolf
ATTRIBUTES
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Due to his naturally large stature, Rhonan is remarkably formidable for his and age. He is capable of outperforming most others in his peer group in feats of physical prowess, except the hardier and particularly robust species in the Galaxy (wookie, besalisk, trandoshan).
DEXTERITY:
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While not particularly acrobatic, Rhonan has the feline dexterity and reflexes of his people. This puts his hand-eye coordination a stride above average, but more than anything it permits him to maintain his center of balance almost entirely by second nature. The stereotype remains: if a cat falls, it’ll land on its feet.
CONSTITUTION:
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While he has mostly recovered from his wounds, Rhonan still feels the phantom pains nearly on a daily basis. In particularly cold weather, those old wounds will flare with anguish. Until he is fully healed, both physically and mentally, he will simply not reach his full potential as a Jedi.
INTELLIGENCE:
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Rhonan is of average intellect for his age. While he hasn't had much in way of traditional schooling, he is able to pick up academic matters at an average pace. Complex matters like language are particularly difficult for him to grasp. He has proven to be a visual learner above all things; he will watch others intently and be able to mimmic (or counter) their motions closely, repeating the movements until they become muscle memory
WISDOM:
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Adolescence has done Rhonan few favors in tempering his bravado, but he had learned to allow his wounds to turn to wisdom, and that his Master [usually] knows best.
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Growing taller and developing a more mature male’s frame, Rhonan’s childhood sweetness was slowly refined into an adolescent charm. Those older than him may see him as cute or simply charming, while some in his peer group could easily call him aesthetically pleasing, if not attractive. In high societal interactions, he stands out like a sore thumb since he lacks much of the social graces that many of the more experienced Jedi have. He is terrible at speaking to the opposite gender unless he knows them as a friend. Even then, adolescent awkwardness lingers like a shadow. [/fancybox2]
PERSONALITY
[fancybox2]Though passionate, stubborn, and occasionally foolish, the young Rhonan is a boy with nothing but good intentions. Through his time and training with the Jedi, Rhonan's strong sense of bravery was encouraged, even bolstered, by the teachings of his master. But bravery requires hot blood, and that blood can ,at times, boil in anger. Especially during his recovery following his time in slavery, Rhonan was extremely withdrawn and bitter. He had gone from one alien place to another, and sought only stability both within and without. As a Youngling, such stability and security is imperative to him. Finally, among the Jedi, he feels like he is in a place he could call home.
With memories of Cathar muddled and faded, Rhonan clings to the certainty of the Jedi and their teachings. Never being partial to the taste of defeat of failure, Rhonan remains extremely critical regarding himself and his abilities. This often leads to frustration and, in his younger years, bouts of anger. It was not until some time that Rhonan was able to develop more of a handle on his emotions. Through a steady morning routine of meditation and exercise, Rhonan is able to keep his internal storm down to a low rumble.
Likes:
With his people’s culture steeped in great sagas of their heroes, Rhonan’s eyes will always light up in the presence of a well-told story. The grander the tale, the greater Rhonan’s sense of wonder. One day, he hopes to be the one telling those stories, or to be the hero in them, as so many Jedi are.
Having experienced his fill of cramped spaces early on, Rhonan feels a great sense of blissful ease when he is in the open. Feeling the soft breeze through his hair, the soil beneath his feet, the stars up above; those are some of Rhonan’s favorite things. He would take a wild frontier world over an urban jungle like Coruscant any day.
Perhaps due to his youthful energy, or simply part of his personality, Rhonan enjoys activities of a physical nature. Running, sparring, acrobatics, and the like are all things that Rhonan looks forward to in a day.
While not outrightly social, Rhonan finds comfort and a simple joy in the camaraderie of peers. Conversation, practice, play, study, and other group activities with others near his age help Rhonan feel like he belongs.
Dislikes:
When not forced into the arena’s preliminary games, Rhonan remembers only the tightness and darkness of his solitary cell. It was a waking nightmare; black as pitch and hardly large enough to fit the cub. As a result, Rhonan has a crippling fear of complete darkness and tight spaces.
Equal parts shame and remembrance, Rhonan keeps the Death Watch brand on his forearm covered as often as he can manage, especially when in the company of others. He knows the wicked Death Watch inside and out, and the fact that he bears their mark upon his living flesh wounds him arguably deeper than the physical trauma itself.
Little will rouse a fury in Rhonan faster than a pair of binders. He vividly remembers the grit and grind of binders at his wrists and if he never felt them on his person again, it would be too soon. It goes beyond a simple phobia and into complete aversion. He doesn’t want to be in the same room as binders or any other forms of prisoner restraint.
While it was Death Watch alone that inflicted such suffering upon Rhonan and his kin, he has an immediate distrust of those donning the armor of a mandalorian. It is nothing racial or cultural, but simply the little voice of survival instinct in his head that recognizes a possible threat.
With his people’s culture steeped in great sagas of their heroes, Rhonan’s eyes will always light up in the presence of a well-told story. The grander the tale, the greater Rhonan’s sense of wonder. One day, he hopes to be the one telling those stories, or to be the hero in them, as so many Jedi are.
Having experienced his fill of cramped spaces early on, Rhonan feels a great sense of blissful ease when he is in the open. Feeling the soft breeze through his hair, the soil beneath his feet, the stars up above; those are some of Rhonan’s favorite things. He would take a wild frontier world over an urban jungle like Coruscant any day.
Perhaps due to his youthful energy, or simply part of his personality, Rhonan enjoys activities of a physical nature. Running, sparring, acrobatics, and the like are all things that Rhonan looks forward to in a day.
While not outrightly social, Rhonan finds comfort and a simple joy in the camaraderie of peers. Conversation, practice, play, study, and other group activities with others near his age help Rhonan feel like he belongs.
Dislikes:
When not forced into the arena’s preliminary games, Rhonan remembers only the tightness and darkness of his solitary cell. It was a waking nightmare; black as pitch and hardly large enough to fit the cub. As a result, Rhonan has a crippling fear of complete darkness and tight spaces.
Equal parts shame and remembrance, Rhonan keeps the Death Watch brand on his forearm covered as often as he can manage, especially when in the company of others. He knows the wicked Death Watch inside and out, and the fact that he bears their mark upon his living flesh wounds him arguably deeper than the physical trauma itself.
Little will rouse a fury in Rhonan faster than a pair of binders. He vividly remembers the grit and grind of binders at his wrists and if he never felt them on his person again, it would be too soon. It goes beyond a simple phobia and into complete aversion. He doesn’t want to be in the same room as binders or any other forms of prisoner restraint.
While it was Death Watch alone that inflicted such suffering upon Rhonan and his kin, he has an immediate distrust of those donning the armor of a mandalorian. It is nothing racial or cultural, but simply the little voice of survival instinct in his head that recognizes a possible threat.
Strengths:
Being a natural born hunter, Rhonan has taken to the life of the galactic frontier better than most. He can track his quarry through a great many environs, natural and sentient-made, by scent alone. With the use of his other enhanced senses, it takes a particularly skilled, crafty, or lucky individual to get past his notice.
Once slave to the Black Watch in his youth, Rhonan had his heart, body, and mind hardened in order to cope with the horrors of his experience. With an effort of will, he can shrug off pain that could have others doubling over... at least for a time.
Strength/Weakness:
Regarding the Force, Rhonan is extremely potent in it. It ebbs and flows around him in a tense knot, a wellspring of raw, untapped potential. He, however, has little natural talent in channeling the Force. He is the Force Sensitive’s equivalent to a wrecking ball: he can throw around a lot of weight and have a great effect in proportion to his size, but the more control, focus, or finesse required for a task lowers Rhonan’s chance of success greatly.
Weaknesses:
Nyctophobia and claustrophobia both weigh heavily on Rhonan, making space travel in small craft a terribly unpleasant experience. One must remember the low-light vision that Cathar are naturally endowed with, so Rhonan’s nyctophobia revolves around complete darkness. As for tight spaces, Rhonan needs to be able to have free range of movement and no sense of stale air.
The Cathar, by nature, are a passionate and stubborn people. They don't take matters lying down, and have bounced back from enslavement and near-extinction on multiple occasions. Rhonan is part of this heritage and embraces the bloody past, as well as the violent nature of his people. This can make him exceptionally difficult to deal with on several levels, and it also means that he can be goaded with the proper triggers.
Stubborn to a fault, Rhonan keeps focused on a task until its completion. In the earlier days of his training and recovery, that resulted in sleepless days and nights of the cub trying to overcome various physical and mental hurdles.
Being a natural born hunter, Rhonan has taken to the life of the galactic frontier better than most. He can track his quarry through a great many environs, natural and sentient-made, by scent alone. With the use of his other enhanced senses, it takes a particularly skilled, crafty, or lucky individual to get past his notice.
Once slave to the Black Watch in his youth, Rhonan had his heart, body, and mind hardened in order to cope with the horrors of his experience. With an effort of will, he can shrug off pain that could have others doubling over... at least for a time.
Strength/Weakness:
Regarding the Force, Rhonan is extremely potent in it. It ebbs and flows around him in a tense knot, a wellspring of raw, untapped potential. He, however, has little natural talent in channeling the Force. He is the Force Sensitive’s equivalent to a wrecking ball: he can throw around a lot of weight and have a great effect in proportion to his size, but the more control, focus, or finesse required for a task lowers Rhonan’s chance of success greatly.
Weaknesses:
Nyctophobia and claustrophobia both weigh heavily on Rhonan, making space travel in small craft a terribly unpleasant experience. One must remember the low-light vision that Cathar are naturally endowed with, so Rhonan’s nyctophobia revolves around complete darkness. As for tight spaces, Rhonan needs to be able to have free range of movement and no sense of stale air.
The Cathar, by nature, are a passionate and stubborn people. They don't take matters lying down, and have bounced back from enslavement and near-extinction on multiple occasions. Rhonan is part of this heritage and embraces the bloody past, as well as the violent nature of his people. This can make him exceptionally difficult to deal with on several levels, and it also means that he can be goaded with the proper triggers.
Stubborn to a fault, Rhonan keeps focused on a task until its completion. In the earlier days of his training and recovery, that resulted in sleepless days and nights of the cub trying to overcome various physical and mental hurdles.
BIOGRAPHY
[fancybox4="http://vignette1.wikia.nocookie.net/starwars/images/e/e8/Oldrepublic_27_10.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20081205063748"]From Small Beginnings
Rhonan Tor was born on Cathar, one of three cubs in his litter. His parents were both Shamans of his city-tree; holy individuals of considerable reverence and influence. Ever since Rhonan, his brother Dovun, and his sister Syrine could walk and talk, they were trained harshly by their parents, Elders, and the Tree’s Warriors. Rhonan, being the first of the three to leave his mother’s body, was treated the hardest. Tears were left to fall rather than wiped away by a caring hand. Scrapes and cuts and welts were left to be tended by Rhonan himself rather than a guardian’s gentle touch. There was no coddling in the relationship between Rhonan and his parents - they were training him to survive. The only time there was any closeness among his family was when stories of eras long past were told from the carvings on their city-tree. Tales of Cathar Jedi who fought ancient Sith Lords; heroes of myth and legend. It was in those stories that Rhonan found solace from the harshness of his upbringing. How he dreamed of meeting one of these Jedi, with their boundless wisdom and swords of light; to traverse the mantle of the stars as one of them, cutting down those who would harm the innocent.With his peers and siblings, Rhonan found camaraderie. They would play and roughhouse among the sprawling branches of their city-tree in the shadow it cast over the land. Armed with twigs and their imaginations, they played out their favorite sagas with great flourish and fanfare.
Alas, these were the dreams of a boy.
The Wild Child
War came to Cathar once more, a Mandalorian raid swept down on Rhonan's city-tree, its people scattered into the spanning savannah. There, they were hunted by Mandalorian Separatists as well as the savage beasts of the wild world. Rhonan, along with a score of his kin, were apprehended within a week of the attack. Caged like beasts, they were shipped to some forsaken moon in the Outer Rim, where the longest arms of galactic law could not reach them - or simply did not care.On that cold and barren rock, Rhonan and his fellow captives were subjected to crushing physical and psychological torture. Each of them steadily broken for shackles or cast aside for target practice. Secluded in complete darkness, Rhonan was isolated from the others - his cell little more than a cage fit for a tusk cat cub. The only light he saw for weeks was the crackling of an electrowhip in the hand of his tormentor. Rhonan the child broke under the assault. Rhonan the savage was born in order to cope.
In the slave camps, only the strong survived. Rhonan scavenged and, in time, killed in self-preservation. Bonds of fellowship came undone under the pressure of their surroundings, turning blood against blood. In a handful of years, Rhonan was cold, starving, and all alone. The abuse continued, and Rhonan was slowly being devolved into something twisted and horrible. Understanding of speech started to slip, culture that he had only a briefest chance to experience was burned away by searing pain. Instinct became Rhonan’s greatest ally, keeping him alive until the intervention of the Star-Warriors with their swords of light, just like in the boy’s fleeting dreams.
When Rhonan was discovered by the Jedi Master Hlodovic, he was a sickly and emaciated creature who could hardly keep himself upright. Despite his sorry state, he attacked the trooper that opened his cage with surprising physical strength and ferocity. In order to prevent Rhonan from doing any additional harm to his rescuers, or himself, he was stunned and loaded into a medical capsule. With the boy inert, proper medical examinations were in order.
It was estimated that the Cathar cub’s surface body was somewhere around ten percent scar tissue, and that he had been subjected to a broad spectrum of barbaric and inhumane treatment that would break most adults. The Jedi present, who would later become the cub’s master, sensed a great and terrible well-spring of Force power in the boy. At his age, many of the memories of what he had endured could be easily repressed, but that was a band-aid solution. One day, he would need to confront the ugliness of his founding.
Recovery
Becoming a full-time resident at the Jedi’s medical wing for a time was about as exciting as it sounds. For several weeks, Rhonan was bound to his bed, forced to be still while galactic medicine did its work. It was almost a month until he could eat solid food, and two more weeks after that until he started to open up and speak with the Jedi.In total, it was a rough thirteen months of physical recovery with the assistance of advanced galactic medicine every step of the way. In little over a year, the cub had gone from nearly sub-sentient to almost fully healed. Whether from medicine, the Force, or Catharese stubbornness, what mattered was that Rhonan had recovered, at least physically. After that period, Rhonan was finally considered physically capable of beginning his Jedi training. With nowhere to go and no idea if his kin still lived, Rhonan saw no other option. His childhood dream was upon him, but he wondered if it was worth the price…
Only time would tell…
Initiated
Like all Younglings in the Jedi, Rhonan was subjected to the fundamentals of the Order. However, there was a constant shadow hanging over him. Due to the corrupting nature his time in captivity could have on an individual’s psyche, Rhonan was placed on a probationary period by the Masters. The cub was closely monitored by his teachers, fearing that the dark side lingered far too closely to the cub’s heart.Naturally, young Rhonan was fearful of the new environment of the Jedi, and the new people he was slow to trust, but they showed him no ill will. The first few weeks, Rhonan remained solitary, not wishing to speak with the other Younglings, or even associate with them, but over time the walls came down. Slowly, Rhonan opened up to those around him, acting more like a child his age. Through socializing with his fellow Younglings and entirely dedicating himself to his studies, Rhonan kept the lingering specters of trauma in the corners of his consciousness.
Rhonan’s probationary period lasted through the majority of his training, gauging if he was mentally fit and properly self-disciplined enough to begin his training with a lightsaber. If Rhonan did not display that he could adhere to the Jedi’s doctrine in the absolute, he would not be permitted to train with a lightsaber, and in turn not have a chance at the Trials. This close monitoring went on for several years, however Rhonan had shown no indication of succumbing to his demons. The boy was resilient and stubborn to the very last, and when asked why his past did not scare him, he simply answered,
“Because if I stand like prey, I am prey,”
Unorthodox, but satisfactory, Rhonan was permitted to partake in the physical aspects of the Youngling curriculum at long last. Despite being six months behind in his studies, he caught on quick, and swiftly found his lot. The Jedi’s various physical and mental conditioning exercises had prepared Rhonan for the six pillars of lightsaber training in spades. Having entered puberty early - around the age of ten - Rhonan sprouted and filled out quickly, forced to constantly get new uniforms as he outgrew the old ones.
Initiate Trials
While Rhonan would like to say that he passed the Initiate Trials with flying colors, that would not be the whole truth. While he excelled at the practical application of his lessons - especially in the rote repetition of the Jedi Code and physical execution of lightsaber forms - Rhonan struggled with the great focus that was required in the sustained Force tests. To hold three cups aloft without spilling their contents for thirty seconds was immensely taxing on Rhonan, though he managed to toss his sparring partner across the room with a focused thrust of kinetic energy.Narrowly passing due to his fumbling in the Focus test, Rhonan’s strengths and weaknesses as a Padawan were laid bare. They were not so great as to be beyond repair with diligence and practice, though.
The Learner's Path
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ABILITIES
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Where others of his skill level usually have a harder time manipulating larger, denser objects, Rhonan is the inverse. When using the Force to manipulate objects in the world around him, Rhonan operates in broad strokes, often with more energy than would be considered necessary, but the results are something of note. He would find it easier to toss a full waste dumpster than softly lift a cup of water and hold it aloft without spilling it's contents.
Skills
Crude "Brawler" Hand-to-Hand:
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Essentially self-taught, there is little artistry or form to Rhonan’s unarmed combat. It is unrefined, but effective against the layman or the uninitiated. Such a savage method of hand-to-hand is made more effective by Rhonan’s retractable claws and notable upper body strength.
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Utilizing his predator’s senses, Rhonan can track a quarry with relative ease. Granted, well trained prey is often the most elusive, and should one have the forethought to cover their tracks and/or mask their scent, it will make Rhonan’s job that much harder.
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Rhonan knows enough about survival to make it on his own for a few days in the wild, provided the environment in question has enough material present to make shelter and bountiful enough to stay fed and hydrated.
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Should Rhonan find himself behind the handlebars of a speederbike, he can manage well enough to probably not become a messy stain on the passing terrain. Until he gets more exposure and practice, it is not recommended to have Rhonan be responsible for a starship of any kind.
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LIGHTSABER and SWORD FORMS
[fancybox4="http://i281.photobucket.com/albums/kk215/agnulfr/IMG_7913-1024x768_zpspzovhgma.jpg"]Rhonan’s lightsaber hilt is a humble durasteel frame, 13 inches from pommel to emitter. With a standard kyberr focus crystal and a standard blue blade. The saber is nothing special or flashy - perfect for a Padawan.
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Of all the lightsaber forms to start out with, Form V proved to be the best form to compliment Rhonan’s natural talents and proclivities. Given his natural physical strength, the Djem So variant proved to be an easy fit. Inversely, his feline dexterity and hand-eye coordination made Shien an appropriate defensive technique for him to begin with.
Form I: Shii-Cho:
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The bedrock of fundamentals for Jedi swordsmanship. Composing pillars on which Rhonan's martial studies are based, the Padawan was schooled in Shii-Cho during his Youngling years and the first few years under Master Hlodovic. While he is loathe to use the basic strikes alone, Rhonan knows enough of the forms to adapt his preferred methods of lightsaber combat to the situations at hand.
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