Xavier Kolarn
Dark Side
Blackguard
Strength 8
Agility 6
Dexterity 7
Speed 8
Charisma 7
Intelligence 6
Willpower 8
Perception 6
Lightsabre 14
Combat 14
Jedi Lore +2
Intimidate +4
Language +0
Observation +0
Fix-It +2
Intrusion +0
Merits:
Ship
Ally
Powerhungery
(Explained in bio)
Blade Tricks:
Carnavel of carnage lv 4
Sabremaster lv 3
Multiple attacks lv 2
Combat tricks:6
Channel
Hard Strike
Headbutt
Surprise Attack
Flying Kick
Throw
Force: 12
Force Attack: 12
Force Defense: 12
Force Powers:
Push/Pull
Jump
Draw
Intution
Sense
Stage One: Rebellous
Lift, Bash, Combat Push, Master Jump, Fall, Dodge, Blur, Sword Whirl, Dreams, Scan
Stage Two:
Kinetic Tree: Sabre Throw, Master Sabre Throw, Grip
Agility Tree: Flip, Fall
Martial Tree: Defend, Twirl
I will post my guys bio soon I just need to finalize it I hope I can play soon this sounds really fun
Well here I will post some backround stories to my character. You can check it out....or not...kind of up to you 😛.
Here's a fully updated biographical chronicle of my character, (beware, it's long)....:
"Biographical Details: Lurik Xaa was born out on the far world of Sullust, located on the Rimma Trade Route, the son to a Human father, and a mother of Irouian descent. He was almost not discovered by the Jedi Order for indoctrination and training, yet, luckily enough, a wise and powerful Jedi Master happened to be passing through the planetary sector, and he came upon the newborn child. He determined that the child could be mildly strong in the Force, and with proper training, could be a rather capable Jedi Knight. So it was that the Jedi Master went before the child’s parents, and suggested taking him for training as a Jedi Knight. The family was poor and lived, one could say, “on the street”, and so they were very enthusiastic about giving their son a better life.
Over the many years, Lurik trained at the Jedi Temple on Coruscant, being more scholarly of a student, delving deep into the histories of the Jedi, and of the Republic. When he finally attained the rank of Padawan Learner, he was apprenticed to the Jedi Master who had come upon him as a young infant: Jon Sinn, a wise Jedi Master, who had come from a highly regal bloodline, and was of the same species as Lurik.
Years past still, with Lurik still being apprenticed to his Master, when he finally proved himself worthy of attaining the rank of full Knighthood, (he stayed what could have become a civil war, nearly single-handedly, on a small Rim world, calling upon all the teachings he had learnt over the years). It was on that mission where he received his honourary middle name: “Lÿk”, meaning “Hero”, in an obscure alien tongue.
Knighthood was quite good to Xaa, until the rumours of a practicing user of the Dark Side of the Force reached his and the Jedi Council’s ears. This user was obviously not Sith, because they had long been extinct; and he was not “Dark Jedi”, because he had not learned from the traditions of the Jedi. The Council decreed that this Warlord would easily be dealt with, and so they sent Master Sinn to intervene with the situation.
However, it seems at least that the Dark Side user was adept enough to convince the entire population of a planet to turn on the Jedi who could have been their saviour, and Sinn was killed in an act of extreme violence: overwhelmed by the people he was trying to protect.
When news of this reached Lurik, he was troubled deeply. How could his Master fall so easily? He delved deep into himself, nearly falling to the rage he was experiencing. He wanted himself to embrace the Dark Side, to make him stronger, but the years of Jedi training stayed him from taking the Dark Path that would have condemned him to a life of pain and suffering until his death. Yet, it seemed later to Lurik, he was already condemned to such a life.
Still, he had to know if the rumours were true about his Master’s fall, and not just hearsay from some backwater farmer, and so he ventured to the planet of Rall to discover the fate of his Master. The rumours were true, and his Master was dead. He learned this the hard way, being tormented into watching horrible images, seeing the corpse of his Master, the man who had been like a Father to him, impaled on a giant metal pole, paraded around the streets of the city. He lost himself in his rage, and he killed the Dark Sider who had ordered his Master killed. But then, the citizens of Rall were enraged that their leader had been murdered, and they hunted Lurik like hunting-dogs chase foxes. They viciously tore him apart, mutilating his body and psyche almost beyond repair.
How he managed to escape, none knew, because he would never tell. But he did, somehow, but when he did, he left as a man changed. Mentally, and physically. And his connection to the Force was forever damaged.
Through many medical procedures, he was able to walk, talk, and be a normal individual – in as normal a way as he could, save that he could never have children, (though he wouldn’t have any way, because it was against the Code of the Jedi), and he would forever be tormented by the horrible things he saw on Rall. The only things that would keep him alive would be a Combat Suit that doubled as a sort of iron-lung, that also had a helmet. How he created it, or whether he received it from elsewhere, is not known, but perhaps he encountered or built it somewhere on his Outer Rim journeys. Many believed it to have been based on the Combat Armour of the Mandalorian Warriors, but none now know.
The Jedi Council asked – not ordered – him to come forth to Coruscant, for healing and for help, (both mentally and physically). Yet he did not, and instead, he left the Jedi Order itself, and he decided to live a life in Exile.
Years later, after many adventures and many failed attempts at healing himself, he finally returned to Coruscant, and there, he was accepted into the Jedi Order once more – somewhat. The Council was ever wary of him, especially because of his outbursts on Rall.
NOTE: Irouians are an original species that I have created, being bipedal and apelike in movement and nature. They have existed in the galaxy for thousands of years, and have virtually amalgamated themselves into Human society. They have become genetically very close to the Human species after breeding with them for countless generations. Like Humans, Irouians have developed different textures and colours of skin, ranging from soft, and light-skinned, to very dark, and rough-skinned. Unlike Humans, however, the Irouians have no nasal-cavities, and only small holes in their heads for ears, (though some species hybrids have been known to have these features). Otherwise, they are virtually indistinguishable from Humans, save for their language and religion, which is common amongst all Irouians, no matter what race they are divided into or from. Elements of Ancient Mandalorian and Taung dialects can be found in the Irouian vernacular, and Xenoanthropologists believe that these three species are related genetically. The Irouian homeworld has long since been forgotten, and is recorded by no archives, yet it is believed they may have originated from somewhere in the Unknown Regions."
My god that's long....😛
Soory it took a little longer to finalize than I thought.
Bio: Xavier Kolarn
Height:6'3
Very muscular
Species: Human but has dark silver colored eyes.
Gender: male
Lightsabres: 1 red, 1 green, and 1 he does not use that is orange
I never knew what planet I came from. The only thing I had ever known was the training as a jedi. I became a youngling highly skilled in the art of the lightsabre. It was like second nature to me. I eventually became the top in my class easily beating the number two ranked. Now i never spoke much it was not in my nature, but one jedi knight befriended me. His name was Ko Cabas. He was the closest thing I had ever had to father. He then chose me to be his padawan. I could not have been more thrilled. I respected him and loved him, but I did not take to the teachings of the jedi as he hoped. Unlike most jedi who were taught to serve others and care not of glory I reveled in it. I was always quick to prove i could fight any anyone and that i could very well be the best duelist ever. I did this in my own silent way. I picked up a bad habit of taking the sabres of defeated padawans and placing them on my belt as trophies to show I was the best. My master told me this was wrong so i quite for him. Even despite my rebelous nature I still learned many things from him. I was to take the jedi trials on my 19 birthday, but a week before it me and Master Cabas were sent on our final finish as a team. I loved one last chance to join him. We were sent to deal with a person strong in the dark side of the force who was an active slave trader. I was the one to deal his death blow after a long fight. Shortly after the battle my master sent a transmission to the council informing that it was over. The council thanked him and sent him their gratatude. Do not ask me why but this struck a nerve in me. It was I who slew him not my master he was taking my glory from me. In the heat of the moment a dark force entered me. I picked up the dark jedi's lightsabre and using his and my own attacked my master. He defended against me but i could tell he was holding back in one last deperate attempt I unleashed my anger and fought like a beast. I killed my master and as he lay on the ground dead I had thought about what I had done. I had killed tha man I most respected and wanted to be like. I knew I could not return to the jedi temple because of what I had done. Besides I knew deep inside my ultimate goal was to become the greatest jedi and that lay down the path of Darkness, but taking one last look at my beloved master I knew one thing else. Even though I would decend to the dark side I would never unleash the anger that killed him again and live a somewhat honorable life. This was my gift to a wonderful father. I took the my two lightsabres as well as Cabas's, as my first new trophy and the last piece of who I once was. I found a ship but needed a pilot. so I freed one the slaves. His name was Trax who is a great pilot/mechanic. He has become a loyal friend and acts as my personal translator since I do not like to speak much.
Now Xavier is man of silence but he lets his look speak his glory. Around his neck is a necklace made of the fangs and claws of different beasts. He wears a traditional style of jedi clothing be it a few changes. First the outer robe is jet black. Next his under shirt is a kinda of brownish red, very dark. His pants are the same color. He wears a black vest over top it. He aslo has jet black gloves and boots. He has a ghotte on his face and is bald. His cloths are loose on him to give the illusion of adding to his already impressive body build. He wears two lightsabres on his thighs and one more as a trophy for all to see he is dangerous. His ship is a custom ship he found. It is heavily armored but has two large engines to propel it. The ship itself is roughfly of freighter size. It carries basic weapons. It also came with a speeder bike and probe droid. He calls it "The New Begining".
Trax it seems thinks he owes his life to Xavier for freeing him and has become quite a loyal friend. He is tall lanky with a prune like face and green skin. Trax is his only real companion even though he does work with dark siders( he really has no choice) he sees them as unhonorable and cowardly. It is ironic how he hates dark siders but is one of them.
I will either become the greatest jedi of all time or die by the hands of one this is the only way I can find peace in the afterlife......