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NAME: Jern'Tyr Rodarch (Tyr for short)
FACTION: Jedi Order
RANK: Applicant
SPECIES: Hybrid Human and Echani
AGE: 22 Standard years
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 1.85 meters
WEIGHT: 86kg
EYES: Light Grey
HAIR: Silver
SKIN: Tan
CREDITS: 1,000
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Tyr's torso and arms are covered in tattoos, most notably the mandalorian and echani markings lining opposite arms, a commemoration to his parents.
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
STRENGTH: 8/10 His father gave him his mando strength
DEXTERITY: 8/10 From his mother, he was blessed with the natural echani agility
CONSTITUTION: 6/10 While he could take a few hits, he is no tank. Tyr's never been one to remain ill for very long.
INTELLIGENCE: 6/10 He's no scholar, all of his knowledge was learned for practical use, still he picks up on new ideas relatively quickly.
WISDOM: 4/10 As stated, his knowledge is based on practicality, not the abstract. Morality gets skewed in the undercities of Coruscant.
CHARISMA: 7/10 almost all of his charismatic ability is directed towards beasts and animals, though his people skills were enough to lead small groups within the Empress Teta gangs.
PERSONALITY:
Jern'Tyr was always conflicted with the way he acted as he grew up, more than likely due to his conflicting natures obtained from his parents. He was always brash, and confident, but thoughtful and caring. He was always ready to show his strength and be praised, but would avoid unnecessary conflict. Later in life he would take more than his fair share of lives, but always be saddened and mourn the death of his enemies, denied the respect of the fallen through multiple gang wars.
He was never truly able to find the balance within himself, always one part of his personality or the other, no middle ground.
BIOGRAPHY:
To speak of Tyr's past, one must start with his parents. His father was an exiled mandalorian beast master, talented even among his clan's standards. He worked as hired muscle and beast tamer for several of the undercity's gangs.
His mother was once a battlemaiden, thought dead by her comrades, a guise she used to escape her old life. She ran a small clinic tending to the wounded and sick, even if they couldn't afford the care. Tyr's father was a regular patient of his mother, which formed the foundation of the very unlikely couple.
The two were rocky at first, though found a balance in each of their own lives with each other
With the money he made from his gang dealings, the two lived relatively well off, and she was able to run her clinic without any financial issues.
Within the next few years, the two began their family, with Tyr being born, bearing the traits of both of the parents. While he had the silver echani hair, his skin matched that of his father, and his eyes weren't as vibrant as his mother.
From the age he could run and play, Tyr was taught martial arts, both from his mother and father. His mother was very nurturing, caring for him as a good mother would. His father was always distant, and rarely talked. However it was never an issue for Tyr, as he and his father bonded through training, and the crossing of blades; Tyr's mother taught him early on that one can speak more through sparring than they can through hours of words.
Over a decade of happiness was more than anyone could hope for, especially when any beacon of light could be snuffed out at any moment. In a joint attack, The small family was overrun. Tyr fought relentlessly, but a small army was more than enough for a seasoned mandalorian. Tyr's mother tried to fight, though was gunned down from afar, their home and clinic burned. Tyr was taken as a trophy.
He spent the next 7 years with this gang, calling themselves the blood pack. As he grew older, he moved from slave, to thug, to enforcer. He quickly rose in the ranks, becoming notorious for his close combat prowess.
At some point during his freedom and life within the Blood pack, He returned to the ruins of his old home, never rebuilt in the slums. Searching through the debris, he quickly located his parent's old equipment, safely stashed in a vault, only to open to his family's bioreadings. He took his father's vibrosword, pieces of armor, and mask. he coupled the armor with pieces of his mother's old battle garments, crafting his own, personal battlesuit. He claimed her twin vibroblades as well. With his new found gear, Tyr truly became a force to be reckoned with in the Empress Teta underground.
Another three years, he rose to the position of personal guard for the leader, and met him for the first time. The leader of the blood pack held his position with an iron fist, for there was none within the group that could hold their own against a sith, or what they saw as one, at least. He wielded a blood red lightsaber, and disobedient members were met with arcs of lightning. There were few who didn't have electrical burns on some part of their body. Even Tyr earned scar lines around his face, where the metal of his mask touched his skin, super heated by lightning.
His whole world changed when he witnessed the duel. A lone jedi, sent to the Empress Teta underworld to quell the gang violence, brought their base to chaos. Tyr watched helplessly as these two crossed sabers. They were like gods among men, with arcs of lightning and waves of telekinetic force mixing with one another as the two traded blows. Tyr watched, focusing more on the Jedi than his own boss, marveling in the focus and peace he held, despite the madness raging around him. The bout ended almost as fast as it began, with the false sith dead at the jedi's feet.
Weeks past since the destruction of the blood pack, but Tyr still couldn't get the Jedi out of his head, Why was Tyr spared? Why did the jedi approach him, only to mention a few cryptic words about the 'force'. Running around and around in circles in his head continued to bring him to the same conclusion; he had to seek the jedi order.
FORCE POWERS:
None
SKILLS:
Close combat specialist: Jern'tyr is adept in hand to hand, as well as short and long melee weapons.
Beast Master: From countless hours with his father learning the ways of his ancestral clan's practices, Tyr has a knack for calming, and even taming wild beasts, so long as the beasts are social creatures.
LIGHTSABER/SWORD FORMS:
None
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
His personality generally dictates how he acts at any given moment, which could be both a strength and a weakness.
the extremes of rashness and caution, rage and peace, swinging back and forth has both served and hindered him throughout his life.
physically, he was always strong in close combat and physical activities, though had almost no skill with any form of blasters. Even when trying to learn, he had horrid aim.
GEAR:
Extra light battle armor, jury rigged between his father and mother's suits
Mandalorian batte mask
Single bladed Vibrosword
Two matching vibroblades
FACTION: Jedi Order
RANK: Applicant
SPECIES: Hybrid Human and Echani
AGE: 22 Standard years
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 1.85 meters
WEIGHT: 86kg
EYES: Light Grey
HAIR: Silver
SKIN: Tan
CREDITS: 1,000
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Tyr's torso and arms are covered in tattoos, most notably the mandalorian and echani markings lining opposite arms, a commemoration to his parents.
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
STRENGTH: 8/10 His father gave him his mando strength
DEXTERITY: 8/10 From his mother, he was blessed with the natural echani agility
CONSTITUTION: 6/10 While he could take a few hits, he is no tank. Tyr's never been one to remain ill for very long.
INTELLIGENCE: 6/10 He's no scholar, all of his knowledge was learned for practical use, still he picks up on new ideas relatively quickly.
WISDOM: 4/10 As stated, his knowledge is based on practicality, not the abstract. Morality gets skewed in the undercities of Coruscant.
CHARISMA: 7/10 almost all of his charismatic ability is directed towards beasts and animals, though his people skills were enough to lead small groups within the Empress Teta gangs.
PERSONALITY:
Jern'Tyr was always conflicted with the way he acted as he grew up, more than likely due to his conflicting natures obtained from his parents. He was always brash, and confident, but thoughtful and caring. He was always ready to show his strength and be praised, but would avoid unnecessary conflict. Later in life he would take more than his fair share of lives, but always be saddened and mourn the death of his enemies, denied the respect of the fallen through multiple gang wars.
He was never truly able to find the balance within himself, always one part of his personality or the other, no middle ground.
BIOGRAPHY:
To speak of Tyr's past, one must start with his parents. His father was an exiled mandalorian beast master, talented even among his clan's standards. He worked as hired muscle and beast tamer for several of the undercity's gangs.
His mother was once a battlemaiden, thought dead by her comrades, a guise she used to escape her old life. She ran a small clinic tending to the wounded and sick, even if they couldn't afford the care. Tyr's father was a regular patient of his mother, which formed the foundation of the very unlikely couple.
The two were rocky at first, though found a balance in each of their own lives with each other
With the money he made from his gang dealings, the two lived relatively well off, and she was able to run her clinic without any financial issues.
Within the next few years, the two began their family, with Tyr being born, bearing the traits of both of the parents. While he had the silver echani hair, his skin matched that of his father, and his eyes weren't as vibrant as his mother.
From the age he could run and play, Tyr was taught martial arts, both from his mother and father. His mother was very nurturing, caring for him as a good mother would. His father was always distant, and rarely talked. However it was never an issue for Tyr, as he and his father bonded through training, and the crossing of blades; Tyr's mother taught him early on that one can speak more through sparring than they can through hours of words.
Over a decade of happiness was more than anyone could hope for, especially when any beacon of light could be snuffed out at any moment. In a joint attack, The small family was overrun. Tyr fought relentlessly, but a small army was more than enough for a seasoned mandalorian. Tyr's mother tried to fight, though was gunned down from afar, their home and clinic burned. Tyr was taken as a trophy.
He spent the next 7 years with this gang, calling themselves the blood pack. As he grew older, he moved from slave, to thug, to enforcer. He quickly rose in the ranks, becoming notorious for his close combat prowess.
At some point during his freedom and life within the Blood pack, He returned to the ruins of his old home, never rebuilt in the slums. Searching through the debris, he quickly located his parent's old equipment, safely stashed in a vault, only to open to his family's bioreadings. He took his father's vibrosword, pieces of armor, and mask. he coupled the armor with pieces of his mother's old battle garments, crafting his own, personal battlesuit. He claimed her twin vibroblades as well. With his new found gear, Tyr truly became a force to be reckoned with in the Empress Teta underground.
Another three years, he rose to the position of personal guard for the leader, and met him for the first time. The leader of the blood pack held his position with an iron fist, for there was none within the group that could hold their own against a sith, or what they saw as one, at least. He wielded a blood red lightsaber, and disobedient members were met with arcs of lightning. There were few who didn't have electrical burns on some part of their body. Even Tyr earned scar lines around his face, where the metal of his mask touched his skin, super heated by lightning.
His whole world changed when he witnessed the duel. A lone jedi, sent to the Empress Teta underworld to quell the gang violence, brought their base to chaos. Tyr watched helplessly as these two crossed sabers. They were like gods among men, with arcs of lightning and waves of telekinetic force mixing with one another as the two traded blows. Tyr watched, focusing more on the Jedi than his own boss, marveling in the focus and peace he held, despite the madness raging around him. The bout ended almost as fast as it began, with the false sith dead at the jedi's feet.
Weeks past since the destruction of the blood pack, but Tyr still couldn't get the Jedi out of his head, Why was Tyr spared? Why did the jedi approach him, only to mention a few cryptic words about the 'force'. Running around and around in circles in his head continued to bring him to the same conclusion; he had to seek the jedi order.
FORCE POWERS:
None
SKILLS:
Close combat specialist: Jern'tyr is adept in hand to hand, as well as short and long melee weapons.
Beast Master: From countless hours with his father learning the ways of his ancestral clan's practices, Tyr has a knack for calming, and even taming wild beasts, so long as the beasts are social creatures.
LIGHTSABER/SWORD FORMS:
None
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
His personality generally dictates how he acts at any given moment, which could be both a strength and a weakness.
the extremes of rashness and caution, rage and peace, swinging back and forth has both served and hindered him throughout his life.
physically, he was always strong in close combat and physical activities, though had almost no skill with any form of blasters. Even when trying to learn, he had horrid aim.
GEAR:
Extra light battle armor, jury rigged between his father and mother's suits
Mandalorian batte mask
Single bladed Vibrosword
Two matching vibroblades
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