Slade Moon
New Member
NAME: Zade Mannox
FACTION: Jedi
RANK: Unspecified
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 47
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 6’3”
WEIGHT: 167 lbs.
EYES: Ghost blue
HAIR: Blonde, dark.
SKIN: White, tanned.
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
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STRENGTHS and WEAKNESSES:
A mind of minds, Zade places great emphasis on all aspects of stretching his intellect and advancing his knowledge to near droid-level capacity. No matter the situation, the brain is indeed his most powerful weapon.
A savant. . . of the basics. In combat, it's better to master a conservative few effective techniques than to waste precious memory space on a vast array of energy dumps and oxygen burners.
A dangerous curiosity, what he may consider a waste of effort in the realm of combat. Academia is entirely a different subject----a worthy one!
Maladaptive maladies, as often theorized, those with a fierce lust for knowledge and a talent for scholarly pursuits often suffer dearly from the cruel deviations of the social norm. An inflexible grip of some monstrous force far outside the control of even the most centered Master. Zade is no different, a perplexing heap of fleshy devastation not fit to breathe the fair air of his peers. But from this has the Jedi emerged quite a formidable Artisan, Researcher and budding Seer. Testament to the vitalizing power of the Light.
Darkness at every turn. Despite his persevering will, Zade struggles at times. A diagnosed Schizoaffective, forever locked in battle not just with the Dark side and its many practitioners, but perhaps, the greatest enemy anyone could ever face. Himself.
Socially broken, given his nature and shortcomings, Zade is wholly self taught in the ways of the Force currently and is thus lacking the practiced tutelage of a sanctioned Master.
APPEARANCE:
Tall and athletically slender----bordering gaunt—Zade stands as a pillar of Jedi strength and fortitude. A well-learned Scholar in what seems a mind numbingly vast amount of knowledge. His hands, slender and defined, strongly veined, have tested themselves vigorously in their fair share of Artisans tasks. His stride is rugged, sure footed from a life traversing rough grounds at dig sites, Temple ruins, and all manner of terrains across the Galaxy proper.
In combat he flows as water, fluid grace---mark of a potentially great Consular—never a move made in waste, nor a strike without purpose. A tall, left-handed, defensive tactician. Zade, when pressured to fight, erodes his foes down like a constant current over stone.
But, just as he attempts to break down the offense of his enemy. So too does he shatter. Most days, his weather-worn features bare the grim bluntness of his constant struggles. The despair of such recurrent misery floating as lonesome ice in those glacial blue pools.
BIOGRAPHY:
Insightful, disciplined, broken. Words that describe Zade Mannox in complete detail, a motto that his life functions on in some subliminal and, at times, overwhelming way. Exact details of his life are hard to pinpoint and verify, but the words spoken of him are neither of a wildly courageous ilk, or awe-inspiring like a great many of his peers today. In a Galaxy of chaos, for instance, his weapon---a meager Training Lightsaber, for now—has been drawn only twice.
A statistical oddity that comically plays on the fact that one of his only social vices is dueling. For a self-taught man, with never the knowledgeable guidance of a dedicated Master, his skill in the art of Soresu is impressively high. Oft regarded by scorned peers as a boring challenge with a nigh impregnable defense and awkward left-handed style.
Zade's true passion is in the more intellectual arts of the Force.
A mainstay of Temple Libraries, Ruins and Jedi occupied Research sites. A shadow on the wall, as if opening his intellect to a vast many pursuits of the mind. At times allowing his immutable curiosity to delve him in to a great many subjects—some even, that could be frowned upon by the doctrine of most Lightside practitioners.
His life, sadly, is occupied by incredible, almost frantic, highs. Where his studious nature soars further and harder than any Master could aid him, or so he tells himself. But just on the other side of this looking glass are the deathly lows that have left him as little more than a mysterious player on the far Fringe of life.
Zade, a documented Schizoaffective, yearns deeply to shed his nomadic nobody persona. To shed the mysterious fog that shrouds him, to prove his worth in this Galaxy. He is a beacon of Jedi fortitude, with the right guidance he knows he has more to offer—or so he tells himself.
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(This is definitely a wip, posting on a phone for another month or so, sorry)
FACTION: Jedi
RANK: Unspecified
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 47
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 6’3”
WEIGHT: 167 lbs.
EYES: Ghost blue
HAIR: Blonde, dark.
SKIN: White, tanned.
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
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STRENGTHS and WEAKNESSES:
A mind of minds, Zade places great emphasis on all aspects of stretching his intellect and advancing his knowledge to near droid-level capacity. No matter the situation, the brain is indeed his most powerful weapon.
A savant. . . of the basics. In combat, it's better to master a conservative few effective techniques than to waste precious memory space on a vast array of energy dumps and oxygen burners.
A dangerous curiosity, what he may consider a waste of effort in the realm of combat. Academia is entirely a different subject----a worthy one!
Maladaptive maladies, as often theorized, those with a fierce lust for knowledge and a talent for scholarly pursuits often suffer dearly from the cruel deviations of the social norm. An inflexible grip of some monstrous force far outside the control of even the most centered Master. Zade is no different, a perplexing heap of fleshy devastation not fit to breathe the fair air of his peers. But from this has the Jedi emerged quite a formidable Artisan, Researcher and budding Seer. Testament to the vitalizing power of the Light.
Darkness at every turn. Despite his persevering will, Zade struggles at times. A diagnosed Schizoaffective, forever locked in battle not just with the Dark side and its many practitioners, but perhaps, the greatest enemy anyone could ever face. Himself.
Socially broken, given his nature and shortcomings, Zade is wholly self taught in the ways of the Force currently and is thus lacking the practiced tutelage of a sanctioned Master.
APPEARANCE:
Tall and athletically slender----bordering gaunt—Zade stands as a pillar of Jedi strength and fortitude. A well-learned Scholar in what seems a mind numbingly vast amount of knowledge. His hands, slender and defined, strongly veined, have tested themselves vigorously in their fair share of Artisans tasks. His stride is rugged, sure footed from a life traversing rough grounds at dig sites, Temple ruins, and all manner of terrains across the Galaxy proper.
In combat he flows as water, fluid grace---mark of a potentially great Consular—never a move made in waste, nor a strike without purpose. A tall, left-handed, defensive tactician. Zade, when pressured to fight, erodes his foes down like a constant current over stone.
But, just as he attempts to break down the offense of his enemy. So too does he shatter. Most days, his weather-worn features bare the grim bluntness of his constant struggles. The despair of such recurrent misery floating as lonesome ice in those glacial blue pools.
BIOGRAPHY:
Insightful, disciplined, broken. Words that describe Zade Mannox in complete detail, a motto that his life functions on in some subliminal and, at times, overwhelming way. Exact details of his life are hard to pinpoint and verify, but the words spoken of him are neither of a wildly courageous ilk, or awe-inspiring like a great many of his peers today. In a Galaxy of chaos, for instance, his weapon---a meager Training Lightsaber, for now—has been drawn only twice.
A statistical oddity that comically plays on the fact that one of his only social vices is dueling. For a self-taught man, with never the knowledgeable guidance of a dedicated Master, his skill in the art of Soresu is impressively high. Oft regarded by scorned peers as a boring challenge with a nigh impregnable defense and awkward left-handed style.
Zade's true passion is in the more intellectual arts of the Force.
A mainstay of Temple Libraries, Ruins and Jedi occupied Research sites. A shadow on the wall, as if opening his intellect to a vast many pursuits of the mind. At times allowing his immutable curiosity to delve him in to a great many subjects—some even, that could be frowned upon by the doctrine of most Lightside practitioners.
His life, sadly, is occupied by incredible, almost frantic, highs. Where his studious nature soars further and harder than any Master could aid him, or so he tells himself. But just on the other side of this looking glass are the deathly lows that have left him as little more than a mysterious player on the far Fringe of life.
Zade, a documented Schizoaffective, yearns deeply to shed his nomadic nobody persona. To shed the mysterious fog that shrouds him, to prove his worth in this Galaxy. He is a beacon of Jedi fortitude, with the right guidance he knows he has more to offer—or so he tells himself.
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(This is definitely a wip, posting on a phone for another month or so, sorry)