Post by kaden on May 9, 2008 5:36:42 GMT -8
Name: Kaden Frihl
Age: Seventeen years, four months, and three days.
Gender: Male.
Race: Human.
Height: Six feet, one inch.
Weight: An athletic trim of an estimated 195 pounds, though the exact weight is rather varying in the dependency of action.
Eye color: Brown, the hue of mud.
Hair color: Black, a deep raven.
Skin color: Tan, a sun-kissed shade.
Skin tone: Medium, tan.
Tattoos: A single tattoo over the crest of his right eyebrow, an intricate Jedi design that is decorative in the mere designation of passing his tests.
Scars: None, though is subject to change with ongoing events.
Piercings: None, though is subject to change with ongoing events. You never know, right?
Dress Code: Cordial to a fault, this male tends to wear the traditional rank-and-attire of his position, which is currently that of a padawan.
Weapons: A single-bladed green lightsaber.
Faction: Jedi
Rank: Padawan, without a master. Again, subject to change with ongoing events.
Force Sensitive: The average of the Jedi sort.
Lightsaber Form: Makashi, Form II.
Sword Form: A descendant variant of Shii-Cho, the simplest form.
Force Powers: Padawan; Force Push, Burst of Speed, Force Levitate.
Skills: Lightsaber combat seems to come naturally to him.
Strengths: Very adaptable and quite differential in accordance with his race, his
personality is quite flexible. He is able to maintain a fairly cool head under pressure, and is natural at the art of Lightsaber combat.
Weaknesses: An evident willingness to please a woman by doing her bidding, he is easier to seduce than others, and quite faulted in the gullibility based on gender.
Ship: None.
History:
The very history of the young human that goes by the name of Kaden Frihl is not the mysterious sort; his father was a space-faring merchant, his mother left at home to care for the single child that is Kaden. At a young age, he was recognized as force sensitive, and to the cordial rites of the Jedi accustomed to the willing departure for the Jedi Academy.
Soon enough, his home became that unnamed world, and that blessed establishment; his life, training. Stronger, faster, bigger, more agile, more competent, more intelligent, more cunning; it did not matter. Every area of expertise has been invaded by the stalwart and determined mind of Kaden and explored with a thorough taste. Though, despite mastering none and still in the early ages of being a Jedi, the ambition of becoming the greatest of Jedi, and mastering all virtues and aspects of being such is his biggest goal.
There is no blatant moment in his past that defines him, leaving him a mold yet to be touched by either darkness or light. Like all Jedi before him, he had built his lightsaber from crystal to focus, hilt to ignition. And, like all padawan, he awaits the day where he gains a master, and begins his journey out into the galaxy.
Role-Play Sample:
The subtle action of narrowed eyes are ensued, employed in a cunning lack of haste by the young man known as Kaden Frihl as the words seep so insidiously from his counterpart's mouth; the mechanisms of his brain clicking together in epiphany. Each syllable is lingered upon, tasted by eager ears, and awaiting his turn to speak.
Whilst words are recognized and thoughts are sent spiraling, a treacherous finger of the padawan creeps silently from side to the hilt of his saber, threateningly caressing the ignition button. ...The piece of metal feels so comforting within his palm.
"A truth? Even in lies one can find truth. It makes us who we are."
Age: Seventeen years, four months, and three days.
Gender: Male.
Race: Human.
Height: Six feet, one inch.
Weight: An athletic trim of an estimated 195 pounds, though the exact weight is rather varying in the dependency of action.
Eye color: Brown, the hue of mud.
Hair color: Black, a deep raven.
Skin color: Tan, a sun-kissed shade.
Skin tone: Medium, tan.
Tattoos: A single tattoo over the crest of his right eyebrow, an intricate Jedi design that is decorative in the mere designation of passing his tests.
Scars: None, though is subject to change with ongoing events.
Piercings: None, though is subject to change with ongoing events. You never know, right?
Dress Code: Cordial to a fault, this male tends to wear the traditional rank-and-attire of his position, which is currently that of a padawan.
Weapons: A single-bladed green lightsaber.
Faction: Jedi
Rank: Padawan, without a master. Again, subject to change with ongoing events.
Force Sensitive: The average of the Jedi sort.
Lightsaber Form: Makashi, Form II.
Sword Form: A descendant variant of Shii-Cho, the simplest form.
Force Powers: Padawan; Force Push, Burst of Speed, Force Levitate.
Skills: Lightsaber combat seems to come naturally to him.
Strengths: Very adaptable and quite differential in accordance with his race, his
personality is quite flexible. He is able to maintain a fairly cool head under pressure, and is natural at the art of Lightsaber combat.
Weaknesses: An evident willingness to please a woman by doing her bidding, he is easier to seduce than others, and quite faulted in the gullibility based on gender.
Ship: None.
History:
The very history of the young human that goes by the name of Kaden Frihl is not the mysterious sort; his father was a space-faring merchant, his mother left at home to care for the single child that is Kaden. At a young age, he was recognized as force sensitive, and to the cordial rites of the Jedi accustomed to the willing departure for the Jedi Academy.
Soon enough, his home became that unnamed world, and that blessed establishment; his life, training. Stronger, faster, bigger, more agile, more competent, more intelligent, more cunning; it did not matter. Every area of expertise has been invaded by the stalwart and determined mind of Kaden and explored with a thorough taste. Though, despite mastering none and still in the early ages of being a Jedi, the ambition of becoming the greatest of Jedi, and mastering all virtues and aspects of being such is his biggest goal.
There is no blatant moment in his past that defines him, leaving him a mold yet to be touched by either darkness or light. Like all Jedi before him, he had built his lightsaber from crystal to focus, hilt to ignition. And, like all padawan, he awaits the day where he gains a master, and begins his journey out into the galaxy.
Role-Play Sample:
The subtle action of narrowed eyes are ensued, employed in a cunning lack of haste by the young man known as Kaden Frihl as the words seep so insidiously from his counterpart's mouth; the mechanisms of his brain clicking together in epiphany. Each syllable is lingered upon, tasted by eager ears, and awaiting his turn to speak.
Whilst words are recognized and thoughts are sent spiraling, a treacherous finger of the padawan creeps silently from side to the hilt of his saber, threateningly caressing the ignition button. ...The piece of metal feels so comforting within his palm.
"A truth? Even in lies one can find truth. It makes us who we are."