Juro
Member
NAME: Juro
FACTION: N/A
RANK: Sith Apprentice
SPECIES: Kel Dor (warrior)
AGE: 23
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 5’9”
WEIGHT: 170
EYES: Red outlined by yellow
HAIR:N/A
SKIN: Reddish Brown
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
Strengths:
FACTION: N/A
RANK: Sith Apprentice
SPECIES: Kel Dor (warrior)
AGE: 23
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 5’9”
WEIGHT: 170
EYES: Red outlined by yellow
HAIR:N/A
SKIN: Reddish Brown
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
Strengths:
Analytical- Being a Kel Dor makes him highly observant, but going beyond his racial attributes, Juro was always aware of his surroundings, and since his awakening with the force his senses and situational prowess has been heightened.
Patient- Juro will wait for the perfect opportunity to make his moves, he is very smart and strong willed.
Weaknesses:
Arrogance- Juro is truly an arrogant being. Having thwarted the only master he has ever had, he looks to test his strength and grow more powerful with the dark side of the force. He feels that being a Kel Dor gives him more understanding and perception, thus granting him a huge ego.
Easily tempted- The lure of power is so mesmorizing for Juro that he is easily tempted at the chance to become stronger. He may make more rash decisions, or poor decisions out of haste, if he feels it will lead him to a better understanding of the force.
APPEARANCE:
Juro has a muscular build as he is a Warrior Kel Dor, a sub race on Dorin. He has reddish brown skin and when he removes his mask on his home planet or on his ship there is a scar resting on his cheek. He is normally dressed in a long black robe, but on occasion has been known to dress proper. One hilt hung from each side of his waist, the one on his right looks ancient, with long points drawing past the hilt, and it was hand crafted on Dorin. The other is from his previous master, a standard looking black hilt, with a spiral column on the grip.
BIOGRAPHY:
Juro was a young man living on the planet Dorin. His father was a trader and left the planet frequently. Juro was very analytical from a young age. Kel dors as a species is a very observant race. Juro craved power from a young age and gravitated towards those he thought could help him achieve that. At the age of fifteen he began his journey to acquire his guardianship, a noble honor that would solidify in his mind that he was strong. He began working closely with a guardian by the name of Zokaw; he was a famous guardian who was highly respected by the monarchy.
Zokaw worked with Juro on his training. He explained the fastest way to earn praise with the Monarchy was to lead them to victories in battle. Crushing the rebellion would be a great leap forward. Juro trained for months in hand to hand combat and fighting with a rapier. It was customary that a famous smith would make a guardian rapier for all new guardians. Juro began getting stronger and being able to keep up with Zokaw on occasion.
It was time for Juro to prove himself. He was being sent to infiltrate and kill the leader of the rebellion a few hours from town. Zokaw whispered in his ear “Leave no survivors.” Juro’s eyes drifted to meet his serious gaze. “If there are survivors, there are heir’s to take his spot. If you want to crush them you need to kill them all.” Juro thought about this as he traveled towards the small camp. Though this was over kill it leads him to his goal of obtaining guardianship, and nothing would stand in his way.
It was nightfall when Juro finally arrived, he crouched behind some shelter as he analyzed his options, either he could charge right in, or sneak tent to tent and kill them in their sleep. Juro took the stealthier option as he cut a hole in the first tent, snuck in and killed all of the occupants. One by one the men would fall as Juro began slaughtering the rebels in their sleep. As he headed towards the final tent the leader came out, and he was ready for a fight. Full battle armor and a long sword, a helmet on his face hid his identity. He reached for his Rapier and darted towards his foe, but the commander would not simply roll over. Drawing his weapon his enemy laid down a deathly blow that surely would kill anything in its path. Juro suddenly felt his world around him as if it had slowed down. Seeing this fast attack start, Juro slid to the right and sliced his foe’s chest cavity as he darted past him, his target fell to his knees. Blood began pouring out all over the ground as he struggled to steady himself. Juro stood directly behind his mark, ready to give him the final blow, but something caught his eye. A shadowy figure was approaching from the wood line. It was Zokaw, “You did well Juro, I think this is a great first step in your training, now finish him.”
Juro’s eyes locked with Zokaw and he took in the situation. Why would he follow to simply watch me kill, is he trying to protect me, or test me.
Zokaw spoke quickly “I expected more Juro.” Sounding disappointed he held his hand out and ripped away the commander’s helmet and it flew through the air and into his grasp. Juro was stunned, he practically willed something to happen and it did. Glancing down at the commander he recognized a familiar face, it was his father. Without hesitating to this unexplained act he spun 180 degrees and decapitated his father’s head. It landed and rolled towards the tent. Stunned Zokaw looked at Juro. Juro’s breathing slowed as he looked to his master and said “You will not claim my kill, he was reserved for me…” A wicked smile on Zokaw’s face grew as he replied. “This is just the beginning my apprentice.
After completing his sacrifice, Zokaw took Juro as his apprentice. He was taught about the force and trained with a rapier and eventually a light-saber. He studied and practiced in Niman “the way of the rancor” and Ataru “The way of the Hawk-Bat”, though they are drastically different fighting styles he trained and was taught when to utilize each technique. Basic force understanding and manipulation was studied and practiced.
It was the moment Juro was waiting for, it was time for him to be met by the monarchy and be appointed a guardian. This was the fulfillment he was sure he was searching for. In the last few months he was being taught about the force, and the importance of feeling and using it appropriately. It would grant him strength to fight anyone. Zokaw was to be the one to present him with his Guardian Rapier at the end of the ceremony; it was going to be great.
Juro was in front of thousands, ready to receive his nobility. The entire royal family was there to present it. The head of the monarchy approached him and began speaking of his great triumphs. The crowd cheered and they finally called Zokaw to bring the cherished weapon of the guardians. Zokaw approached with a beautifully hand-crafted box no bigger than the blade of his Rapier, The king seemed confused as he glanced at the box that appeared too small. Juro raised his right hand and the box opened and a hand crafted hilt few to his hand. The king stepped back startled. Zokaw dropped the box and kicked the back of the king’s legs dropping him to his knees. Juro rose to his feet and raised his hood to cover his face. He walked behind the king and a red glow illuminated grew from the hilt and everyone was awestruck. With both hands on the hilt, Juro sliced through the king in front of thousands of spectators. This was going to be a rise to a new regime.
Zokaw whispered in his ear “…If you want to crush them you need to kill them all…” before he finished his sentence Juro dashed towards the rest of the family and left them in ruin, the grand monarchy on Dorin had fell at the hands of this new warrior. Guardians swarmed the scene and Zokaw and Juro ran towards their ship. They were fulfilling a contract for another powerful family on Dorin, now they needed to escape before they were killed. Juro realized that the guardians would catch them both, he needed to escape.
“We are almost to the ship” Zokaw breathed out as he ran
“Thank you master…”Juro whispered as he ran next to Zokaw, he then drew his light saber from his belt and cut off one of Zokaw’s legs dropping him to the ground face first. Juro knew that one of them would have to fall for the other to get away, and realizing that sooner rather than later allowed him to strike before Zokaw could. Reaching his free hand behind him he force pulled Zokaw’s light-saber hilt to his grasp. His sacrifice was all Juro needed to board his newly acquired ship, “Dorin’s Phoenix” part of his arrangement for taking the bounty. The ship rose off the ground, Juro glanced one final time at Dorin, and Zokaw watching the guardians surround him. Injured and weaponless they would surely kill him for his treason, better him than Juro. Sliding his mask over his mouth he prepared for his journey to find more power, starting with finding a new sith master.
SHIP:
Dorin’s Phoenix
[SIZE=11pt] Dorin's Phoenix is the Fastest ship from Dorin. It was a gift given to Zokaw and Juro for killing the monarchy in Dorin, though Zokaw never made it to the ship, it has served Juro well. It is manned with two pilots and an engineer.
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