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TARASQ
NAME
► Tarasq Yzagorei
AGE ► 27
SPECIES ► Miralukan
HEIGHT ► 5'10"
WEIGHT ► 179 lbs
EYE COLOR ► N/A
HAIR COLOR ► Silver-White
HOMEWORLD ► Coruscant
GENDER ► Male
FACTION ► N/A
RANK ► N/A
FORCE SENSITIVITY ► Trained
APPEARANCE
Beneath the attire Tarasq's skin possesses a light tan from time spent out of doors. His muscle mass is not spectacular in strength, rather adopting a lithe, agile form, being able to bench-press only a meager one hundred sixty pounds and squat fifty percent more than that. His tresses are of a silvery shade, framing his serious countenance. Tarasq's irises nonexistant whether behind his midnight shaded glasses or behind a band of cloth. His nose is short, but not so much so that its puggy. He has relaxed cheekbones, and very thin lips.[/beebox3]
PERSONALITY
When drawn to battle, he exerts a level of mental and facial control that is almost inhuman. His demeanor never changes or wavers even in the heat of battle or the face of war regardless of circumstance, showing a truly amazing unflinching attitude underneath it all. He has shown to be able to create masterful strategies and adjust said strategies to the changes of battle. He has turned losses into marginal victories. Finally, Tarasq will weather any pain if it is to protect someone he cares about, nearly to the point of self-sacrifice.[/beebox3]
CHARACTERISTICS
Strength: 5/10; Dexterity: 8/10; Stamina: 5/10
Intelligence: 9/10; Wisdom: 6/10; Charisma: 7/10
Form IV Ataru: 9/10
Form V Djem So: 5/10
Form I Shii-Cho: 2/10
Sense Powers: 10/10
Force Acrobatics: 8/10
Energy Manipulation: 7/10
Telekinesis: 5/10
Swordplay: 10/10
Piloting: 7/10
Business: 6/10
Mechanics: 4/10
Languages: Galactic Basic, Huttese, Rodian, Jawa Trade Language, Binary
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BIOGRAPHY
One of the doctors approached him, scrubing down. He dressed within the correct attire, as did the zabrak, and the two walked into the birthing room. The contractions of the woman was growing fiercer and fiercer. A telepathic wail could be heard by force sensitives upon coruscant. The zabrak, identified as Voltar Yzagorei not by one of the doctors, tried to calm the baby, as did one of the nurses, standing adjacent to Voltar, for she was a mild, untrained force sensitive. The woman pushed as hard as she could, her thin body shuddering. Suddenly, the monitor began showing signs of failure, and voltar cried out, wondering it was the child but it was the mother. Her fingers slipped from Voltar's grip and she was pronounced dead. the baby was carried off to the infirmary after being prepped, and Voltar was left in silence. The love of his life no longer drew breath from this land.
Five years later, Tarasq had been placed within a small orphanage on Dantooine, with no knowledge of his father.
"Children, you have a new playmate." An elderly woman stated, and Tarasq smiled intently. He walked down the middle row and took his seat aside from a girl with blonde long hair. She smiled to her, and he returned the smile, then the elderly woman continued teaching. She would write down a letter on the board and a classmate would be called to pronounce it then write it in cursive. It was a simple game, one that Tarasq ignored because he was much smarter than his class with the intellect of the average fifteen year old, three times his age.
"My name's Tarasq, Tarasq Yzagorei, and what's yours?" Tarasq asked.
"My name's Juliete, do you wanna play?" She asked.
"We're in class right now." Tarasq answered astutely.
"After class." She replied in a simple, naive tone.
"I believe myself too young for that sort of thing, but sure." He said, and his teacher eyed him scornfully, as he had disrupted the class. Most of the chldren now peered at him intently, until one shild stood up with a look of rage to Tarasq. Tarasq simply eased back into his seat, deflecting the look. Just as the elderly woman was about to pick up the teaching once more, the bell rang, and everyone rushed to the playground.
"You, new kid, l'm going to pummel you!" He shouted.
"As you wish" Tarasq replied, and a red head kid walked up with a rack of weapons from sparring class.
A circle formed around the two young boys. The one who had incited the challenge lifted a wooden spear for sparring class, and Tarasq picked up a wooden sword. Both objects were made of softwood, and could not cause serious harm. The boy rushed at Tarasq and broke his lance into a thrust. Tarasq easily weaved left, and encircled the young boy. He felt the urge to come into a lunging for as well, however different from the lunge taught in sparring class. He held the blade with one hand, running his left hand along the end. He lunged otuwards.
The two passed, and Tarasq landed on one knee, an audible pop resounded as the boy pshed his right shoulder from it's joint, but the other boy laid unconscious. The blow had struck him dead center and broke a few ribs as well as throwing him unconscious. The elderly woman ran out, and saw the carnage. The boy was instantly carried off into the infirmary, while the elderly woman faced Tarasq qith a menacing look.
"This boy is to be expelled." She said.
Tarasq was expelled from the orphanage and thrown onto the streets. He didn't know where to turn or what to do, so he turned to the only thing he felt skilled at, brawling.
Turned to brawling, Tarasq expirienced a great time of physical and wealth maturation, growing into a well-toned muscular body, however he also used his inherited agility to it's full use. He began to be known as the 'King of the Streets' after winning ten consecutive street fights, appearing with an invincibility to his followers, however as life dictates, there is always somethign stronger out there, and Tarasq was utterly beaten by a new street fighter, a force-sensitive zabrak twice his age at the age of thirty, whose name he never learned. Tarasq trained night and day just to be skilled enough to defeat this mysterous new competitor, and he formed a rivalship.
Tarasq challenged the fighter again, and this time lost, however this was due to the mysterious powers the fighter used, as in a straight sword fight Tarasq would have won, if just barely. Shamed, Tarasq left the planet. His shuttle was struck, however, by pirates and his escape pod spinned out of control. He would find himself later within the interrogation chamber of a sith vessel. Once it was discovered that he didn't have knowledge of anything valuable, Tarasq boarded a shuttle as a Sith Trainee, waking every morning to more beatings, shouting, and more culling. How he survived not even knew not.
Tarasq was sixteen, and continued to survive and thrive in the face of adversity. In his final month of his first year of training, he had proven stronger than the troopers who were his drill sergeants, which made him cocky and over-arrogant. Tarasq, that day, was pitted against a Sith Apprentice who had already completed his training. To begin with, Tarasq pushed the sith to the edge of the ring with his superior swordplay, however the apprentice demonstrated superior command of the force. He easily manipulated Tarasq with telepathy, and upon nearly running the boy through, was instead slain as Tarasq first utilized some control over the force. Tarasq over-rided the boy's telepathy and pulled him into Tarasq's lightsaber.
He expected death or expulsion and instead was made the apprentice to the boy he had killed's master - Lord Shara. Shara took a keen interest in Tarasq, elevating his training and teaching him before some of his more experienced apprentices. Tarasq had officially been invited into the Dark Brotherhood. During a particularly dangerous mission to D'qar, Tarasq and his master were met by a small group of jedi. By the end of it, a Jedi Knight had disarmed him and pushed him off the platform the fight had gone on. Tarasq, feeling a connection to the light side of the force in that moment, fed off it to survive in place of where he would otherwise die. He saw that he was expendable in the eyes of the sith regime, and didn't want that life for himself.
Tarasq began to live a more fruitful life as J Oedoweise, a trader. He often helped those who could not help themselves, and gave some proceeds to the orphanage on Corellia. He had stopped utilizing the dark side of the force all-together, though he still kept a strong grip over his practice in the way of the force. J took a wife and had two children, and began to follow a much more holistic method of living. The end of his redemption came when one of his customers was being tracked by a bounty hunter. Tarasq interceded on his customer's behalf, and a fight broke out. The victory came to Tarasq, though something in him stopped him from killing the bounty hunter. Instead, Tarasq disarmed the hunter and let him leave without major injury.
Tarasq heard rumours during his life as J about a force-using tradition from within Wild Space, and having decided to track down these rumours to their source, shed his persona as J and entered wildspace aboard his fighter. In the end, he found where the rumours were culminating from, and upon arriving, was introduced to the Paladins of Mortis by the order's grand master, Helin Tyris. Greatly honored by the personal care the grand master had taken into his induction into the paladins, Tarasq began his life in the order with great fervor to learn the ways and faith of the Mortisites.
Tarasq was honored once more when Helin undertook his training as a squire personally. As a squire, Tarasq has fought in the tenacious war both at his master's side and on his own. He was useful both as a sensory-specialist and as a strategist, leading the squadron of ground toops that had been left to his care in over twenty victories - some of them hard victories which saw losses on both sides. Alongside Helin, Tarasq was able to direct war efforts at vital weak-points and fought with extreme control aside Helin. Throughout the four years, through self experimentation, necessity of the war, and training by the grand master, Tarasq has learned much.
In the final year of the civil war, Tarasq found himself separated and faced with a skilled warrior of the opposing side, an important officer who put Tarasq through his paces. Tarasq maintained the tempo with his practition of Djem So, looking for an opening in his opponent's guard. Finding that opening, Tarasq switched gears to the form of Ataru and pressed his advantage, ending in a hawk-bat swoop that severely impaired his opponent. Capturing the officer, Tarasq himself had not escaped unscathed, requiring personal attention of a medical droid after he had re-united. After the war and Helin's coronation as empress, she personally knighted him.
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