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NAME: Kouta Hiroke
FACTION: The Jedi Order
RANK: Knight
SPECIES: Echani
AGE: 22 standard years
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 5'11
WEIGHT: 182lbs
EYES: Green
HAIR: Dark Red (lighter towards the tips)
SKIN: White, slight tan
CREDITS: 1,000
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: scar tracing across his left eye and tracing down his left cheek.
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
STRENGTH: Being Echani, his style doesn't focus on his own strength, rather using his opponents strength against them. However he had no trouble slashing through most organic creatures, whether with a light saber or even a vibroblade.
DEXTERITY: Echani are known to be quite the agile fighters, Kouta is no exception. he is able to maneuver around most opponents, though he does start to have trouble with opponents that are significantly more skilled then he is.
CONSTITUTION: While Kouta doesn't get sick easily, he is as mortal as any other of his kind. While not as resilient as a mandalorian, he can still take quite a beating before going down.
INTELLIGENCE: He knows enough about technical skills to get around alone, though he still has a lot more to learn.
WISDOM: His control over the force does not much exceed his ability to manipulate his weapons during a battle, which he focused the bulk of his time to learn.
CHARISMA: He is not very influential, preferring to allow his actions speak in place for his words, though he does resonate a feel of security to those he speaks to, allowing them to become slightly more comfortable around him.
FORCE POWERS:
Telekineses
Force Speed/jump/reflexes (it's all the same body augment)
Force Valor
SKILLS:
Kouta is an adept duel weapons fighter, learning the echani styles at a very young age, before he attempted to join the order.
Living on his own he became good with lockpicking and most forms of computer hacking, though he is far from perfect in either of them.
LIGHTSABER/SWORD FORMS:
Given his skill with dual blades, Kouta took it to an even higher level. Thanks to his years training with the edi order, Kouta Developed his own style that encompass the use of two twin bladed lightsabers.
(NOT APPLICABLE UNTIL JEDI KNIGHT RANK IS ACHIEVED + POSTS MADE TO TRAIN IT)
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
His greatest strength is his skill in the combat arts, being much more skilled in the twin bladed arts then others of his ranking. However, his greatest strength is his greatest weakness.
Being so trained in involved with his twin bladed skill, he has no experience with a single blade, a point to where he's even clumsy with it. This renders him almost completely unable to fight with only one sword, he's rather fight unarmed then only with a single.
GEAR:
Two echani vibroswords. a personal survival kit which includes a means to start a fire, and a small utility blade. And a medkit for any injuries.
SHIP:
The one ship he did own was wrecked many years ago. Since then Kouta merely gets around by smuggling himself onto other ship to get where he needs to go.
PETS:
none
PERSONALITY: Kouta is a caretaker. He defends those who cannot defend themselves, like all jedi should. He does not agree on all aspects of the jedi beliefs, however. He believes in just and unjust, not light or dark. While he joined the order, he always acted as a Grey jedi, acting on reasons he sees as just, whether they are considered light or dark by others.
He is generally kind to all, though can completely switch in a moment if he witnesses something that sets him off. He can’t stand the mistreatment of women above all, it being the easiest thing to set him off.
(104 words to the count ^^)
BIOGRAPHY:
Kouta Fled from home when he was young, in an attempt to join the jedi order. However, for reasons he was unaware of at the time, they would not admit him into the order. Feeling dejected, he simply left, forcing to live on his own and the occasional help of others, he learned to survive on the land. He spent the next few years traveling from planet to planed, finally stopping on Nar Shadaa. When he landed, he was discovered by the crew of the ship he was stowing away on. Now Kouta knew about nar Shadaa, and he knew what was probably going to happen, and there was nothing he could do about it. Being sold to slavers by the crew, he found himself in a torture room to be “broken”. Days were there, days of gruesome torture but he did not break. He was whipped far more times he could count, the scars still remained. After about a week, they finally gave up, shipping him to a larger facility, where the professionals performed their “Magics.” By which he later found that rogue dark jedi were the ringleaders of the slave trade.
During his time in captivity he met another, another youngling trapped in the same predicament he was. Except that the other youngling was a girl, only a year younger then he was. When he came upon her, she was raped and beaten, a shivering lump of flesh curled up in the corner of the cell they threw him in. When Kouta tried to near her, she franticly backed away, pressing her small, frail, frame against the jagged stone and metal walls. More times than not the walls ended up cutting into her skin. Every day he told her that it was ok, that he would not hurt her. But every day they took her. Every day he fought them. Every day he was brutally beaten. But he didn’t care, he didn’t know why, but he’s fight till his last breath for her. This continued for about two weeks, until she just didn’t come back. Kouta didn’t know what to do. The one he fought so hard for was just ripped away from him. The next 6 weeks we’re a blur for him. It was finally his turn. Two guards stepped into his cell both grabbing an arm to drag his limp, finally broken, body out. However, when the guards stepped out of the cell, both of them fell limp. As he looked up, he saw a greenish glow. When his vision cleared he could make out a figure of a man standing over him, a long glowing green blade at his side. That man took Kouta, tending his wounds. In time, he passed his knowledge onto Kouta, teaching him the basics of the force. Kouta learned quickly, adapting what he has learned into his own styles. He owes his life to this jedi, who calmed the swirling tides of anger in his body, who trained him in the ways of the force, who even allowed him to construct a set of lightsabers of his very own. Finally, at the age of 22, he set off on his own, back to Alderaan.
He needed…An official training… He needed a master to continue where his friend left off.
KILLS:
None
DUELING RING MATCHES:
None
GRAND TOURNAMENT MATCHES:
None
ROLE-PLAYS:
None at the moment
(I’m willing to change whatever is needed, though I did enjoy writing this lol. I tried to Nerf the skills I gave him to try to match his life before trying to join the order.)
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