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I'm slacking with Huey. I'll have something up in the next day.
Proof that I've been playing a Gnome Protection Warrior in WoW for far too long...
I know that Corporal Lance planned on running a Kokiri as well, and I'm actually familiar with that character. If approved, I'll adjust Solan as I need to so not to contradict his vision of the Kokiri race (we've run our characters in the same game in the past, so I don't imagine that would be a huge problem. But if it is, I'm flexible).
Name: Solan
Age: 65
Gender: Male
Race: Kokiri
Non-Battle Occupation: Woodcutter/Carpentry
Height: 4'5"
Weight: 62 lbs.
Distinctive Proportions: Brilliant red hair and forest green eyes. His head seems large in comparison to his body, as is the case with humanoid children.
Frame: Preadolescent (round and reedy limbs, no muscle definition)
Description of looks: Solan looks like a young Hyrulian boy of about 9 or 10 years of age. His round face displays some childhood fat around the cheeks, which have a speckling of freckles that cross the bridge of his nose. His red hair is said to be an omen of blood and is as wild as he is. He wears the traditional woodland tunic of the Kokiri of the Kokiri Forest. For a more visual reference, picture Young Link with red hair and green eyes.
Main Weapon (Required): Replica Kokiri Sword
Sub Weapon (Optional): Buckler (Shield)
Type of Artes: Sword-and-Board, Hand-and-a-Half Sword
Fighting Style: The Tank. Solan is a Berserker with strong protective instincts, propelling him into the middle of a fight like a corgi nipping at the heels of a thousand pound cattle. Fast and nimble, Solan is comparable to a mosquito for his ability to harass an opponent while avoiding incoming blows.
Tools: Water gourd, bedroll, whittling knife, carpenter's plane, woodcutting hatchet
Physical Weaknesses: Fire, and the obvious need for food, water, oxygen, sleep, etc.
Physical Strengths: Agility. What Solan lacks in strength, he makes up for with dexterity.
Personal Weaknesses: Solan weighs less than a sack of potatoes, and he can't lift much more than his body weight. He also has the energy level of a child, so while he can sustain bursts of high activity above that of an adult in the short term, he exhausts more quickly than an adult in longer fights and requires more rest than an adult does.
Personal Strengths: Conviction (Stubborn/Pig-Headed). Solan is totally dedicated to what he sets his mind to; which is typically the defense of someone in need.
Perks: Leaving this blank for now.
Elemental Immunity: Nature.
Limit Breaker: Full on berserker. Solan throws his shield aside and goes at his opponent with violent strokes of his sword and reckless abandon, seemingly absorbed into a singular bloodlust that will only be satiated by his death or the death of his opponent.
I know that Corporal Lance planned on running a Kokiri as well, and I'm actually familiar with that character. If approved, I'll adjust Solan as I need to so not to contradict his vision of the Kokiri race (we've run our characters in the same game in the past, so I don't imagine that would be a huge problem. But if it is, I'm flexible).
Name: Solan
Age: 65
Gender: Male
Race: Kokiri
Non-Battle Occupation: Woodcutter/Carpentry
Height: 4'5"
Weight: 62 lbs.
Distinctive Proportions: Brilliant red hair and forest green eyes. His head seems large in comparison to his body, as is the case with humanoid children.
Frame: Preadolescent (round and reedy limbs, no muscle definition)
Description of looks: Solan looks like a young Hyrulian boy of about 9 or 10 years of age. His round face displays some childhood fat around the cheeks, which have a speckling of freckles that cross the bridge of his nose. His red hair is said to be an omen of blood and is as wild as he is. He wears the traditional woodland tunic of the Kokiri of the Kokiri Forest. For a more visual reference, picture Young Link with red hair and green eyes.
Main Weapon (Required): Replica Kokiri Sword
Sub Weapon (Optional): Buckler (Shield)
Type of Artes: Sword-and-Board, Hand-and-a-Half Sword
Fighting Style: The Tank. Solan is a Berserker with strong protective instincts, propelling him into the middle of a fight like a corgi nipping at the heels of a thousand pound cattle. Fast and nimble, Solan is comparable to a mosquito for his ability to harass an opponent while avoiding incoming blows.
Tools: Water gourd, bedroll, whittling knife, carpenter's plane, woodcutting hatchet
Physical Weaknesses: Fire, and the obvious need for food, water, oxygen, sleep, etc.
Physical Strengths: Agility. What Solan lacks in strength, he makes up for with dexterity.
Personal Weaknesses: Solan weighs less than a sack of potatoes, and he can't lift much more than his body weight. He also has the energy level of a child, so while he can sustain bursts of high activity above that of an adult in the short term, he exhausts more quickly than an adult in longer fights and requires more rest than an adult does.
Personal Strengths: Conviction (Stubborn/Pig-Headed). Solan is totally dedicated to what he sets his mind to; which is typically the defense of someone in need.
Perks: Leaving this blank for now.
Elemental Immunity: Nature.
Limit Breaker: Full on berserker. Solan throws his shield aside and goes at his opponent with violent strokes of his sword and reckless abandon, seemingly absorbed into a singular bloodlust that will only be satiated by his death or the death of his opponent.
For all the talk about how scary this planet was supposed to be, Nar Shadda didn't look like much.
It looked kinda like a junk barge on Coruscant, except the junk barge was the whole planet from what Zak could see. Now he understood why Master Deja said he wouldn't want to go swimming here. Everything was dirty, and the smell radiating from piles of refuse strewn along the dusty roads was a combination of rotting fish and humanoid waste. As the first wiff burned the inside of the youngling's nose, the boy shuddered with all the feeling of his skin crawling. "Eww..." the boy whined plaintively, covering his nose with both hands. "It smells like poodoo here," the Nautolan boy complained.
Being barefoot, he began paying particular attention to where he stepped.
Shadowing the two knights more closely than the adventurous Nautolan, the black haired Anzati reared his head back as though he'd just heard or seen something. Or rather, felt something. "Master, I..." Sor-Jan began, falling silent in awareness of what his own words might reveal. But the body language said what he couldn't. There was a disturbance in the Force.
While Zak didn't know anything about a disturbance in the Force -- what did that even feel like? -- the Nautolan was aware of a sound echoing from elsewhere. Another time, the youngling might have thought it was fireworks. But now he could say that it was a sound he had heard before. In the Jedi Temple.
It was a sound he wouldn't forget.
"Blasters," Zak noted, though the shooting, where ever it had taken place, had stopped almost as soon as the boy realized what he was hearing. The sound left the boy disquieted however, so he moved closer to Kraytan and Deja as they continued toward the warehouse that Master Kraytan had set out for.
It looked kinda like a junk barge on Coruscant, except the junk barge was the whole planet from what Zak could see. Now he understood why Master Deja said he wouldn't want to go swimming here. Everything was dirty, and the smell radiating from piles of refuse strewn along the dusty roads was a combination of rotting fish and humanoid waste. As the first wiff burned the inside of the youngling's nose, the boy shuddered with all the feeling of his skin crawling. "Eww..." the boy whined plaintively, covering his nose with both hands. "It smells like poodoo here," the Nautolan boy complained.
Being barefoot, he began paying particular attention to where he stepped.
Shadowing the two knights more closely than the adventurous Nautolan, the black haired Anzati reared his head back as though he'd just heard or seen something. Or rather, felt something. "Master, I..." Sor-Jan began, falling silent in awareness of what his own words might reveal. But the body language said what he couldn't. There was a disturbance in the Force.
While Zak didn't know anything about a disturbance in the Force -- what did that even feel like? -- the Nautolan was aware of a sound echoing from elsewhere. Another time, the youngling might have thought it was fireworks. But now he could say that it was a sound he had heard before. In the Jedi Temple.
It was a sound he wouldn't forget.
"Blasters," Zak noted, though the shooting, where ever it had taken place, had stopped almost as soon as the boy realized what he was hearing. The sound left the boy disquieted however, so he moved closer to Kraytan and Deja as they continued toward the warehouse that Master Kraytan had set out for.
Well, Krayten (Caboose) and Zak are in the warehouse district if your PC might have cause to be snooping around there. A human adult male, Cathar female, a human looking kid and a Naotolan youngling... So they don't stick out much!
I shall endeavor to make up for this oversight.
Is Vorloch Guardian? I thought he was Sentinel.
Sentinels are okay in Zak's opinion. They're not cool, but at least somewhere between "dude" and "nerf herder". And then there are Consulars, but Zak questions whether those really qualify as Jedi.
Edit: and wow, Vor'loch is Guardian. Man the fan club has been slacking.
Sentinels are okay in Zak's opinion. They're not cool, but at least somewhere between "dude" and "nerf herder". And then there are Consulars, but Zak questions whether those really qualify as Jedi.
Edit: and wow, Vor'loch is Guardian. Man the fan club has been slacking.
Woot! A Guardian knight!
Just a word of warning Draknyia may have a Nautolan fan following.
Just a word of warning Draknyia may have a Nautolan fan following.
"Come, young one."
The small Nautolan looked up at the voice that was undeniably speaking to him, finding himself staring up at the Cathar Jedi Sentinel. The feline knight had traded her temple guard armor for the appearance of a merchant-noble. The white, tan, and gold accented tunic and robe had been re-sewn into a dress and cloak that hung off the shoulders of the cat-like warrior. Placing her hand on the small of the child's back, the Sentinel steadied the boy as he hopped off of the crate, then began ushering him toward the off-ramp.
"Stick close to me," Deja cautioned gently, as the pair approached where Kraytan and the other youngling were waiting. "In case we are separated, Sor-Jan will go with Kraytan and you'll stay with me," the temple guard added, giving a brief look up at Kraytan as she spoke, as though seeking affirmation of what she'd just proposed.
Reaching down with one arm, the woman patted the small cylinder at the youngling's side. "Keep that out of sight, but keep it with you. If we're not cautious, there could be trouble," the Cathar explained, stooping down to remove the small lightsaber and tuck it into one of the folds the boy's tunic.
"Master, do you think we might stop at some water on this planet?" the youngling inquired hopefully.
"If we do, I doubt you'd want to go swimming in it," Deja answered wryly. "The Hutts aren't known for clean environments."
The small Nautolan looked up at the voice that was undeniably speaking to him, finding himself staring up at the Cathar Jedi Sentinel. The feline knight had traded her temple guard armor for the appearance of a merchant-noble. The white, tan, and gold accented tunic and robe had been re-sewn into a dress and cloak that hung off the shoulders of the cat-like warrior. Placing her hand on the small of the child's back, the Sentinel steadied the boy as he hopped off of the crate, then began ushering him toward the off-ramp.
"Stick close to me," Deja cautioned gently, as the pair approached where Kraytan and the other youngling were waiting. "In case we are separated, Sor-Jan will go with Kraytan and you'll stay with me," the temple guard added, giving a brief look up at Kraytan as she spoke, as though seeking affirmation of what she'd just proposed.
Reaching down with one arm, the woman patted the small cylinder at the youngling's side. "Keep that out of sight, but keep it with you. If we're not cautious, there could be trouble," the Cathar explained, stooping down to remove the small lightsaber and tuck it into one of the folds the boy's tunic.
"Master, do you think we might stop at some water on this planet?" the youngling inquired hopefully.
"If we do, I doubt you'd want to go swimming in it," Deja answered wryly. "The Hutts aren't known for clean environments."
Call me jaded, but if I went up to random people in the street I suspect more people could identify Tony Ramo than they could Pol Pot.
..and part 2 is posted.
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