Anomalie
Member
NAME: Arrik Terran
FACTION: Neutral
RANK: Rogue Jedi
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 18 years old.
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: Approximately 6'1
WEIGHT: 187 pounds
EYES: The distinctive eyes of the rogue can be rather unnerving in a conversation. Light Brown with a ring of yellow on the inner iris give his eyes a very unsettling feel to them.
HAIR: The young man's short hair is snow white, a color that makes him easy to spot in a crowd and easier to catch. He dyes it when trying to keep a low profile, but it always returns to it's natural state.
SKIN: Terran is rather light skinned, though not particularly pale either.
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES: Arrik is a well trained man, almost prodigy level in the light saber and powerful in the force. He is capable of doing great and terrible things with the power he posseses, used mostly for benevolent purposes. His strengths are definitely something he had going for him, however...he is rather lacking in every other sense.
Arrik is quickly angered, a trait that never got him far in the Jedi temple. He has a very quick temper and can be tricked into doing something, not with the force, but through simple words. He is brash, arrogant, and stubborn to a tee.
To add onto that, Arrik is a horrible shot. He can't handle a blaster to save his life, relying on the force and his trusty saber to keep to him safe. His marksmanship is truly something pathetic to behold, meaning that if his connection to the force is severed and his blade lost? Hes almost useless.
On the plus side, Arrik is a perfectly adequate pilot. He can maneuver any startship he has to with relative ease, but is certainly no expert in the field. His negotiating skills are also a little shoddy as he struggles to keep his cool when he feels insulted or relatively provoked in general.
APPEARANCE: Arrik is a moderately tall man with scars covering his chest and back. His hair falls around his shoulders and is either left down or placed up into a pony tail. Typically the latter is used during combat situations. Arrik possesses very distinct eyes that are light brown but verging on almost yellow. This is due to the ring of yellow on the inner iris.
He is well muscled handsome, typically wearing a sly grin across his face. He typically keeps himself clean shaven, but occasionally will let his brown stubble grow into a beard. He bares no specific marks or scars across his body save for a few on his chest and back. He is not tattooed nor is he pierced along his body at any point.
BIOGRAPHY: Born on a world he barely remembers to parents he has forgotten, Arrik was essentially raised by the Jedi order. Specifically his master. He viewed the woman as a motherly figure, teaching him right from wrong and the tenants of the Jedi Order. He was trained by her, molded by her to become one of the most efficient Jedi on the field.
And then...she fell. Arrik watched as she was struck down by the saber of a sith acolyte. A young man who he then engaged in a duel. Just as his master had died by pure luck on the siths part, Arrik won entirely on luck. In the seconds before the sith went to kill him, fellow jedi stormed into the fight. Arrik wasted no time decapitating him in the distraction. Arrik stood over the corpse of his master, weeping bitterly for the loss.
When he returned to the temple he was in pieces, the woman who raised him...dead. He had no one else to turn too. He was alone. He was offered the rank of Jedi Knight but turned it down, knowing he was still only an apprentice. They offered their condolences for the loss of his master...but this did little to satiate his growing hatred for the sith and many of the Jedi for their complacency to their own kind.
He requested he be sent with a few others to whatever planet the Sith had fled to, and hunt them down. One by one. Of course, the Jedi refused. Sternly warning him not to let his hatred and pain corrupt him. But it was far too late for that.
Arrik had made up his mind, the Jedi wouldn't allow him to seek what he deemed right. So he followed the words his master taught him long ago, "there will come a time when the whole world will tell you what you do is wrong. That you must die for what you do. But you must do it anyway. You must strive for justice even if it is the hard path. That, my son, is what you must do."
And so he left, in the night he fled from the Temple. Carrying nothing but his saber and stealing a ship Arrik set out on his journey to do what he saw as justice, to eliminate the threat to the Galaxy. He would renounce the Jedi if he had too...but he wouldn't forget his quest...and what his master told him long ago. At this time, he lost his place in the temple. His status revoked. As if all he had done meant nothing anymore.
Arrik hunts down those who do wrong across the Galaxy, taking bounties and hunting down any and all evil doers. Of course. His methods of justice are far too brutal to match the Jedi Order who send his fellow jedi to bring him back. Not a single one has yet to succeed.
Arrik has no group, no faction, no allegiance. He has shipped from group to group, taking bounties for cartels or just wandering about. He has yet to find a faction willing to fight for his brand of justice.
SHIP: Arrik has traveled from place to place, his old ship sold for credits. He's in the market for a new one...but is slightly...in need of funds.
KILLS: None as of yet
BOUNTIES COLLECTED: Several small, unimportant bounties on criminals and the occasional warlord or two. No PC yet.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
ROLE-PLAYS:None as of now
FACTION: Neutral
RANK: Rogue Jedi
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 18 years old.
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: Approximately 6'1
WEIGHT: 187 pounds
EYES: The distinctive eyes of the rogue can be rather unnerving in a conversation. Light Brown with a ring of yellow on the inner iris give his eyes a very unsettling feel to them.
HAIR: The young man's short hair is snow white, a color that makes him easy to spot in a crowd and easier to catch. He dyes it when trying to keep a low profile, but it always returns to it's natural state.
SKIN: Terran is rather light skinned, though not particularly pale either.
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES: Arrik is a well trained man, almost prodigy level in the light saber and powerful in the force. He is capable of doing great and terrible things with the power he posseses, used mostly for benevolent purposes. His strengths are definitely something he had going for him, however...he is rather lacking in every other sense.
Arrik is quickly angered, a trait that never got him far in the Jedi temple. He has a very quick temper and can be tricked into doing something, not with the force, but through simple words. He is brash, arrogant, and stubborn to a tee.
To add onto that, Arrik is a horrible shot. He can't handle a blaster to save his life, relying on the force and his trusty saber to keep to him safe. His marksmanship is truly something pathetic to behold, meaning that if his connection to the force is severed and his blade lost? Hes almost useless.
On the plus side, Arrik is a perfectly adequate pilot. He can maneuver any startship he has to with relative ease, but is certainly no expert in the field. His negotiating skills are also a little shoddy as he struggles to keep his cool when he feels insulted or relatively provoked in general.
APPEARANCE: Arrik is a moderately tall man with scars covering his chest and back. His hair falls around his shoulders and is either left down or placed up into a pony tail. Typically the latter is used during combat situations. Arrik possesses very distinct eyes that are light brown but verging on almost yellow. This is due to the ring of yellow on the inner iris.
He is well muscled handsome, typically wearing a sly grin across his face. He typically keeps himself clean shaven, but occasionally will let his brown stubble grow into a beard. He bares no specific marks or scars across his body save for a few on his chest and back. He is not tattooed nor is he pierced along his body at any point.
BIOGRAPHY: Born on a world he barely remembers to parents he has forgotten, Arrik was essentially raised by the Jedi order. Specifically his master. He viewed the woman as a motherly figure, teaching him right from wrong and the tenants of the Jedi Order. He was trained by her, molded by her to become one of the most efficient Jedi on the field.
And then...she fell. Arrik watched as she was struck down by the saber of a sith acolyte. A young man who he then engaged in a duel. Just as his master had died by pure luck on the siths part, Arrik won entirely on luck. In the seconds before the sith went to kill him, fellow jedi stormed into the fight. Arrik wasted no time decapitating him in the distraction. Arrik stood over the corpse of his master, weeping bitterly for the loss.
When he returned to the temple he was in pieces, the woman who raised him...dead. He had no one else to turn too. He was alone. He was offered the rank of Jedi Knight but turned it down, knowing he was still only an apprentice. They offered their condolences for the loss of his master...but this did little to satiate his growing hatred for the sith and many of the Jedi for their complacency to their own kind.
He requested he be sent with a few others to whatever planet the Sith had fled to, and hunt them down. One by one. Of course, the Jedi refused. Sternly warning him not to let his hatred and pain corrupt him. But it was far too late for that.
Arrik had made up his mind, the Jedi wouldn't allow him to seek what he deemed right. So he followed the words his master taught him long ago, "there will come a time when the whole world will tell you what you do is wrong. That you must die for what you do. But you must do it anyway. You must strive for justice even if it is the hard path. That, my son, is what you must do."
And so he left, in the night he fled from the Temple. Carrying nothing but his saber and stealing a ship Arrik set out on his journey to do what he saw as justice, to eliminate the threat to the Galaxy. He would renounce the Jedi if he had too...but he wouldn't forget his quest...and what his master told him long ago. At this time, he lost his place in the temple. His status revoked. As if all he had done meant nothing anymore.
Arrik hunts down those who do wrong across the Galaxy, taking bounties and hunting down any and all evil doers. Of course. His methods of justice are far too brutal to match the Jedi Order who send his fellow jedi to bring him back. Not a single one has yet to succeed.
Arrik has no group, no faction, no allegiance. He has shipped from group to group, taking bounties for cartels or just wandering about. He has yet to find a faction willing to fight for his brand of justice.
SHIP: Arrik has traveled from place to place, his old ship sold for credits. He's in the market for a new one...but is slightly...in need of funds.
KILLS: None as of yet
BOUNTIES COLLECTED: Several small, unimportant bounties on criminals and the occasional warlord or two. No PC yet.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
ROLE-PLAYS:None as of now