NAME: Zrie
FACTION: Jedi
RANK: Hopeful
SPECIES: Fosh
AGE: 12
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 1.14 meters
WEIGHT: 65 lbs.
EYES: Orange
HAIR: Varies
SKIN: Salmon
CREDITS: 1,000 credits
DISTINGUISHING MARKS:
DOMINATE HAND: Left
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
STRENGTH: Physically feeble
DESTERITY: Agile
CONSTITUTION: Healthy, with good stamina
INTELLIGENCE: High intelligence
WISDOM: Wise for his age, shares an inquisitive nation with the most of his kind
CHARISMA: Can be charismatic, yet mainly relies on himself
FORCE POWERS:
Heightened Senses and awareness
Basic Levitation techniques
Advanced meditation techniques
SKILLS:
Basic Force knowledge, Can be manipulative
LIGHTSABER/SWORD FORMS:
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
Zrie is more of a scholar, relying on intellect and words, rather than direct combat, where he is inapt.
GEAR:
SHIP:
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PERSONALITY:
Unlike the countless other generic hopeful machines within the order, Zrie is very individualistic. Finding himself more able than his fellow pupils, Zrie is a bigot, and can be self centered. As are most Fosh, Zrie is rather complex hiding his true feelings behind an emotionless mask he has created in the years of Jedi training. Rather determined and intelligent Zrie can be a model pupil at his best, and a arrogant bigot at his worst.
HISTORY:
Raised by a stubborn elder of his people, Zrie's childhood was one of faith and knowledge. Though ignorant to it at the time, Zrie was influenced to the force and Fosh culture from birth, manipulated by both for the first few years of his life. At the age of four, Zrie was picked up by a force-scout, and taken to a academy for basic force insight.
Zrie matured at young age like most potential Jedi. Now aware of the force as a whole, Zrie trained like others of his class to began to learn how to wield it as a tool. Training began to take its toll on Zrie's restless mind. He already believed himself to be ready for the next steps in the order. Yet he had to show the others of the potential he was more than sure he had.
Zrie sat staring upward at the clear skies of Ossus. It was clear, void of any signs of plague in the form of civilization. Zrie sat alone on the border of the academy, pushing outwards in the force, feeling the life and emotions around him. The students were nervous or excited, yet all shared a common feeling of hope. Something becoming rare in modern times. Zrie felt the all life around him. Through the enlightenment of the mediation, Zrie could began to feel the planet itself, and the force. Times of change were coming for him, and through the force Zrie began to notice them. With the changes so was he, he had graduated from his first training with the small order of force-sensitives, and in a few minutes would be brought into the Jedi order. Life was changing.
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