Tarn

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Freedom is the sure possession of those alone who have the courage to defend it. ​

General​ Name: Tarn Languages: Basic Feeorin Gender: Male Age: 200 GSY Homeworld: Odryn Species: Feeorin Height: 7'3" (2.25m) Weight: 275 lbs (124.7 kg) Eyes: Yellow Hair: None Skin: Teal Credits: 250 Faction: (TO BE DECIDED) Rank: (TO BE DECIDED) Force Sensitive: Yes Distinguishing Marks Head tendrils Face tendrils No nose

Personality​

Tarn possesses the horribly volatile temperament that all Feeorin have. He is outspoken and cynical, more than willing to voice his opinion of the current situation. The Imperial occupation of his home world has only worsened his view of the current state of the galaxy. Seeing a large majority of the galaxy oppressed is the primary reason for his distrustful and scornful demeanor. He places loyalty to his people and to his duty above all else. To him, breaking a promise is the equivalent of murdering an innocent, for it breaks trust. Tarn abhors those who are remiss in their duties. If you are not willing to do the things you would not like to do in order to be successful, you are of little use to the greater purpose of things.

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Attributes​ Physical​ Mental​ Strength: ■■■■■■■■■■ As a Feeorin, Tarn is naturally strong. He has powerful muscles strengthened through age, a trait unique to his species, and constant physical training with his brother Syl on Odryn. Intelligence: ■■■■■■■■■■ While he doesn't live a life revolving around academic studies, he isn't a complete moron. His knowledge of the planet's terrain and climates have saved his village a few times. He places his combat training over his studies, but does not neglect them. He's picked up many pieces of knowledge during his 200 years of life. Dexterity: ■■■■■■■■■■ Tarn is a big Feeorin, and that can lead to some minor dexterity issues. He considers himself to be one of the quicker runners in his village due to his powerful legs, and is often used as a messenger. Wisdom: ■■■■■■■■■■ He has lived a harsh, isolated life in the galaxy on Odryn under the shadow of the Empire. Despite being 200 years of age, he has not lived long enough nor traveled enough to consider himself a wise man. Constitution: ■■■■■■■■■■ He is a Feeorin, meaning he has a naturally hardy constitution. Exposure to severe climate extremes of Odryn have given him a powerful constitution. He possesses large energy reserves and is not easily exhausted by strenuous activities, such as hunting or combat. Charisma: ■■■■■■■■■■ He does not have a way with words. That being said, he will not shy away from voicing his opinion. He is cynical and does not trust others easily, which leads to complications when trying to form relationships. He prefers to say what needs to be said and that's it. Nothing more, nothing less. In the galaxy's current state, there is little time for idle chatter. He also has a rather fiery temper and a short fuse, like most of his kind.

Equipment​ Vibrosword A typical vibrosword. It weighs roughly 6.6 lbs (3 kg) total. The blade is notched and scratched from extensive use. Worn Leather Satchel A typical leather satchel, worn from years of use. It usually just contains Tarn's smaller tools and gear, such as his credits or bandages. Tattered Clothing The small amount of clothing he would really need, providing no more than the protection of the wearer's modesty. It's mostly just an assortment of pouches and hardened pieces of leather for minor physical protection. On the chest the name "Tarn" is visible, presumably to differentiate himself from his brother, Syl.

Skills​ Climbing ■■■■■■■■■■ Running ■■■■■■■■■■ Swimming ■■■■■■■■■■ Stealth ■■■■■■■■■■ Construction ■■■■■■■■■■ Botany/Herbalism ■■■■■■■■■■ Tracking ■■■■■■■■■■ First Aid ■■■■■■■■■■ Melee ■■■■■■■■■■ Blasters ■■■■■■■■■■ Unarmed ■■■■■■■■■■ Ballistics ■■■■■■■■■■ Lang. Basic ■■■■■■■■■■ Lang. Feeorin ■■■■■■■■■■ Lang. Bocce ■■■■■■■■■■ Lang. Kinetic ■■■■■■■■■■ Piloting ■■■■■■■■■■ Mechanics ■■■■■■■■■■ Diplomacy ■■■■■■■■■■ Leadership ■■■■■■■■■■ [tr]

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Combat Techniques​ TBA ■■■■■■■■■■ Will finish combat techniques at a later date, my mind is blank right now.

Story​

Brothers​ Spoiler: Brothers Help your brother's boat across, and your own will reach the shore.​ He panted heavily, sweat dripping from his brow. The many salty droplets stung his eyes, blurring his vision slightly. Villagers - his people - moved around the small circle, ignoring the two inside it. Vendors pushed their carts along like cats on the hunt, slowly prowling for their next customer. Crouching low and baring his teeth, the Feeorin tightened his fists. He waited for his opponent to make his move. The cold air enveloped their bodies, clad with nothing more than simple cloth. Like a fearsome beast, the Feeorin's opponent charged, slamming into his brother. The two grappled, pushing against the strength of the other in an attempt to force him out of the circle. The younger dug his feet firmly into the earth, resisting the superior strength of the elder. Slowly, he began to slide backwards. He swung down his right arm, striking the inner elbow of his brother's arm, breaking the grip. He forced the other arm off swiftly. A thunderous crack echoed from the heads as the younger collided his skull with his brother's, sending the two back. Another charge, this time from the younger of the two. He gripped his brother tightly, attempting to force him backwards. Moments of tense silence pass, when the younger Feeorin feels the sudden sensation of falling. His roots broken, he hit the ground with a powerful thud. He lies on the ground, staring ahead at the others of his kind. A small chuckle escapes his lips, quickly turning into a thunderous cackle. He rises, looking to his older brother. The two didn't exchange words, there was no need. They understood each other. Tarn, the youngest of the two, offered his hand to his brother, Syl. The two shook hands firmly, nodding in agreement. Tomorrow, they would continue to train. Just as they had been doing for months. Why they constantly honed their skills in combat, not even they knew. A strange precognition had manifested between the two. They saw that they would one day be in many perilous situations, and must be prepared for anything. Neither knew that they were Force-sensitive, and would not know until many years had passed. A Chance Encounter​ Spoiler: A Chance Encounter Destiny is no matter of chance. It is a matter of choice. It is not a thing to be waited for, it is a thing to be achieved.​ ​ Tarn stared at the mountain range close to his village, deep in thought. The Feeorin's brother had disappeared many years prior, and had recently sent Tarn a message detailing his imminent arrival. He sat like this for hours in the cold, thinking. He retired early in the night, anxious for the long-awaited return of his kin. The morning had come quicker than expected, and Tarn had barely received any sleep. Strange visions plagued him, vividly detailing a terrible accident to befall the two in the near future. The Feeorin had learned to trust these "instinctive dreams" long before, and was particularly perturbed by the vision. He felt immense dread, but shook the feeling off. Today was the day his brother was scheduled to return. He anxiously waited, barely keeping focus on any one task. He moved around the village, performing endless tasks to pass the time. By midday, the low rumble of a cargo ship had interrupted his labors. It stayed long enough to drop off the passenger before leaving the surface. Tarn eagerly went to the landing site, hoping to see his brother. The Feeorin brothers firmly embraced each other, exchanging a powerful handshake and wide smile. Both of the brothers had aged much, almost to the point where they barely recognized the other. The older spent hours regaling the younger with tales of distant planets, strange people, and a life of piracy in Imperial space. Tarn listened to Syl ramble for hours. After the final story, Syl had suggested an odd activity for the two to do. They would leave for the mountain range the next morning. For years the two had desired to scale one of the mighty peaks, and it seemed the dream would come to fruition. They left before sunrise, planning on reaching the mountains by midday. The two kept a brisk pace, jogging quickly across the landscape to reach their destination. By midday, the two had reached a small valley and had slowed their pace down to recover their energy for the journey ahead. A low rumble resounded through the valley, surprising the two. The cargo ship that had delivered Syl had returned for reasons unknown. By now, Tarn had learned that the ship was no mere cargo freighter, but actually the flagship for a minor pirate band that Syl was a part of. The Feeorin's older brother had looked at the pirate ship nervously, sliding his pack closer to him. Tarn looked between the two, tilting his head slightly. "What's the matter?" the Feeorin asked, perplexed. Neither of them expected the pirates to return. Syl had told them he was done with his life of piracy and opted out of the group upon returning to Odryn. The older Feeorin turned to look at his brother, scowling. Reaching inside his pack, he retrieved a metallic tool. Tarn stared at it before realizing what it really was. He recognized the iconic weapon of the Jedi and Sith. The pirates had captured a wayward traveler, his pouches full of coin and odd trinkets, including the lightsaber. Syl had stolen the weapon from the thieves and hoped to sell it to gain enough coin for his brother and he to leave the planet, make their own fortune. Shouting resonated around them, voices from all around. The two looked up at the cliffs surrounding them, noticing the pirates placed along the edges. His environment was devoid of any sort of sensation; darkness surrounded him. Silence enveloped him. Warmth was non-existent, nor was cold. His body barely clothed, he moved to rise to his feet - his hands lay on his sides. An unfamiliar voice pierced his thoughts. "Awaken." He snapped his eyes open, looking around him. Boulders has collapsed in the valley, one large rock knocking him unconscious. He searched for his brother. Further in the distance, he caught sight of a small group of pirates aiming at Syl. He shook his head and rose, rushing over to the group. They had not noticed him yet, and he was close to them. He had to save his brother. His thoughts swirled, a hurricane of emotions. Losing control of himself, he lashed out. His entire body shuddered, feeling a wave of power sweep through him. A wave of Force flew towards the pirates, sending them in every direction. He collapsed to his knees, his body exhausted. His brother rushed to his side, but was stopped short by a pirate holding a blaster to Tarn's head. The devaronian smirked, believing himself in power. Syl felt a powerful force in his body, pulling the pirate's weapon from his hand. The Feeorin didn't pause to question the power. He fired three shots into the pirate, then rushed to help his brother up. Syl reached for the lightsaber, hoping to scare the pirates away. He held the hilt out, one arm still holding his brother upright. His grip on the weapon was forced loose and it was ripped from his hand. Standing atop a pile of rubble was a figure clad in only a brown robe. Syl recognized him as the captured traveler. The man activated the lightsaber, brandishing it towards the remaining pirates. Frightened by the three Force users, they began to flee towards their speeders and ship. When the valley was cleared of all life excluding the three, the figure approached the two. "My, you two seem to be busy." he casually remarked, placing the lightsaber on his belt. "It's rare to see a single Force-sensitive Feeorin, but two? Why, this is an interesting day." On the return trip back to the village, the man identified himself as a Jedi. He had embarrassingly allowed himself to be taken prisoner by the pirates upon sensing the Force-sensitivity of Syl. After arriving to their home, the man offered the two a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. He would take them to the Jedi in order to hone their skills and fight against the New Sith Imperium. The two agreed eagerly, finally having their chance to see the galaxy. Placeholder​ Spoiler: Placeholder Will add at an indeterminate time in the future!​

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