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"STOP. QUOTING. ME." Jb, 2019, quoted in 2022." Roland, 2022, quoted in 2022.
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7 yrs ago
Gone fishing for a week, will return soon.
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Happy New Year!
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Merry Yuletide, one and all! Gods bless.
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Greetings,

I am Jb; Briton by birth, roleplayer by my own hand, and lover of literature. I am also an amateur historian, a receiver of a Bachelors degree in Ancient and Medieval History - quite a useless degree, actually - and would like to think that I'm a fair, honest and open guy.

As far as RP'ing goes, I'm pretty open to most things really, all you need to do is ask! :)

So, if you've ever any questions for me, wish to speak about RP's involving myself or run by myself, or simply feel like a chat, don't be afraid to get in touch.

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@CyraniaI shall accept here as my Padawan, if only for the dances....eeeeerrrr...similar mindset...yes, mindset.

In all seriousness, I'd be happy with it, feel free to PM me any ideas you might have and we'll see how we can link them.
Okay, so I have now laid out the setting of the RPG as I have decided.

The Vilayet Sea, a central inland sea ruled by the Hyrkanians and Turanians, and littered with pirates, islands of mystery, and many a trade route. The Road of Kings, the greatest and longest trade route of this time, meets the Vilayet sea at its western shore in the city of Aghrapur and then continues eastwards from its eastern shores. This is the center of the world during the Hyborian Age, equal ways from the far east as it is from Aquilonia.

So, anyone interested?

Or are we going to hear only crickets?


Jedi Knight T'ish Keth


Name: T'ish Keth

Age: 54

Species: Kel Dor

Appearance: This Kel Dor stands at the taller end of the scale - measuring in at a rather respectable six feet and four inches tall - the usually willowy figure of his people not to be found in this toned wall of muscle, years of intensive training lending him a quite obvious physical difference between he and his brethren with his broad shoulders and muscular physique lending a visible bulk uncommon in others of his species; as far as the rest of him is concerned, he is quite average, the usual organs and body wrinkles of the Kel Dor in all the correct places, his skin a rather crimson hue and his dark eyes with there unique silver iris obscured by the usual eye-goggles of a Kel Dor off world.

His tusked breather mask, however, is perhaps his most treasured possession after his lightsaber, the triangular object inscribed around the edge with Kel Dorian runes by the Baran Do Sages of his homeworld; although the actual meaning would make no sense in Galactic Basic, it is both a blessing on him and a curse upon his enemies.

Clothing wise, he is a traditionalist and a minimalist, wearing the cream and brown robes of the Jedi Order he dedicated his life to almost every moment. The only time this changes is in open battle, as opposed to a one-on-one duel, altered clone armour protecting his torso and vulnerable extremities.
Force Abilities:
  • Basic Abilities: Is fully capable in all the basic abilities of the Jedi, though does no excel at any one in particular.
  • Control Pain: Through thorough meditation and bodily exercises, as well as digging deep into the Force, T'ish is able to control his own pain. Whether a saber cut, a blaster burn, or a broken bone, this Kel Dor is able to keep on fighting when others would have succumbed long before.
  • Battle Precognition: Most helpful for combining with the natural heightened reflexes of the Kel Dor, the ability to predict an adversaries movements before they even realise can only be a good thing.
  • Force Comprehend: Saves having to have a translator droid hovering around your head!
  • Force Valour: Using the Force to enhance his already considerable abilities, this Knight is able to push his body above-and-beyond what it would usually be capable of. Although it gives him an edge, it is also draining on body and mind once battle is ended and requires time to recover from.

Non-Force Abilities:
  • Lightsaber Combat: Combat with the chosen weapon of the Jedi is somewhat of this Knights forte, his skills with a blade far exceeding that of his force capabilities; throughout his early training, as well as his Trials, this was quite obvious to his Master as well as his peers. Like most Jedi he became quite proficient in Form I (Shii-Cho) during his early years, but gradually moved on toward more specific goals with his training in mind.

    This specialised - and far more focused - training, saw T'ish begin a personal task of bending Form VI or Niman to his will.

    Being both a warrior and a scholar, this scion of the Keth family had studied Jedi records and history as thoroughly and as far back as he possibly could. Names of great Jedi were commonplace, but the name of Exar Kun - arguably the greatest duelist of his era - struck a chord with the young Kel Dor during the time he was only beginning to find his feet. Of course, his studies also showed him what the temptations of the Dark Side and ones own arrogance could do to a being, something he was determined would not happen in his own case.

    Decades of study and training followed, focused far more on the blending of lightsaber movements and skills than those force techniques which were supposed to accompany a Niman practitioner in combat, T'ish giving his blood, sweat and energy in his quest to master the Sixth Form...a quest which continues to this day.
  • Unarmed Combat: As with most Jedi, T'ish initially learnt the basic movement and forms of unarmed combat prescribed to by the Jedi Order, delving deeper into the archives and questioning his instructors in order to discover and attempt to learn other forms of martial arts from various worlds and cultures; not an expert in any specific art, he can nonetheless defend himself in a proficient way should he become disarmed.
  • Single Mindedness: Once he has found something to latch his mind onto he will not stop, sometimes to the detriment of himself or others, pursuing it with the precision and perfection of a obsessed craftsman at work.
  • Black and White: The Kel Dor as a species have always viewed 'the law' as an extremely simple thing, leading them to have their own firm sense of what is right and what is wrong. Being equally as unimaginative, though profoundly influenced by his time serving the Order, he nevertheless has managed to rile others on more than one occasion with his choices.
  • Competent Pilot: He is an adequate, but not especially skilled, pilot, able to fly fighters and small craft without finesse but also without trouble.
  • Warrior-Scholar: Somewhat of the archetypical warrior-monk, T'ish combines his almost possessive study of lightsaber combat with a rigorous and focused regime of texts, as such he has gained great knowledge in many things and wisdom beyond his current years. Whether he chooses to actually use any of it is another matter.
  • Focused Meditation: Meditation is a daily occurence for this Jedi, having become almost a necessity by now, it has allowed him to hone the force powers that he commonly uses on his own body, as well as giving him a somewhat isolationist air in the company of others. Truly, when not training, he spends more time within his own mind than anywhere else.

Personality/Motivation: T'ish has ever sought to become a great warrior, constantly strengthening himself internally and sharpening his outward technique, sometimes neglecting the study of the Force that was in fact the entire point of Niman in the first place! Nevertheless, he is well read and contains an almost innate sense of compassion for others - something very hard to see behind his few words, strong moral direction, and limited but important personal goals.

Some within the Order see his behaviour and attitude actively going against what the Jedi stand for, and it is very likely that this is the reason - in spite of his advanced humanoid age - that he has never been offered the rank of Master. The truth is that he has never been anything but loyal to the Jedi Order, to the principles which they uphold, and to the Light Side of the force as a whole...although he has never really seemed to care much for any of the former either, except to advance his own studies.

In short, he is a blunt, sometimes aggressive, but usually emotionally distant being. He is loyal to his friends, and even warm to those that might get close enough to him to see, impossible to distract from his duties once he has began them, and said by more than one of his superiors to be a credit to the Order.



Secrets:

Inner Conflicts: Due to his species' innate sense of right and wrong, as well as his dedication to martial training, T'ish is regularly plagued by internal conflicts of various sorts. Most recently, he had been pondering once more on the path that was taken by the once-Jedi Exar Kun, how letting in some of the Dark Side clearly enchanced his prowess with the lightsaber, but also led him down a path to his own destruction. Such thoughts are dangerous to a Jedi, even more so in the current climate - so uncertain as the future is, and clouded by the very same Dark Side - and the Kel Dor swordsman does his very best to keep such thoughts under wraps and to himself.

Relations:

  • Falak Doo-Tar: Rodian Jedi Master, Former Master.
@Peik@agentmanatee@Hank@Dead Cruiser@Pripovednik Truth be told, Drake was not really listening to the Navigator, nor did he need the mutant to tell him that something was not quite right with the outpost and its inhabitants; even though he was, without a doubt, the spoilt child of a rich family of aristocrats, he nevertheless appeared to possess a predators intuition when it came to dangerous situations. This was also likely to have been honed by his time spent among the Terran upper-classes, avoiding multiple assassination attempts from his family and close friends throughout his life.

Taking a moment to make sure that his honour guard kept close, but not so close as to surround him, he ignored the three-eyed Navigators clear cowardice - not that he expected much from one who's duty it was to guide ships through the warp - and advanced forward.

One pace..two paces...three paces toward the nearest corridor-like street and...

"By the Emperor's shrivelled scrotum, what the Eye is this?!"

He had very nearly placed one well-booted foot straight down into a manhole, one that had quite suddenly opened below his feet, and would have probably had his body follow shortly after, the mohawk of hair emerging from the subterranean depths to be followed swiftly enough by the scarred features of a bronze-skinned man in leather clothing.

"You...you bloody barstard!" Growled the nobleman, his chainaxe already in his hand and poised to deliver a decapitating blow as soon as he pressed the activation stud of the weapon, "who the Horus do you think you are?" It was a serious question, and he expected a serious answer, otherwise 'the Dagger' would be meeting an end that he had very nearly escaped from.

Now standing quite visibly in the centre of the port, it would be quite easy for the situation to draw attention to them all, for anyone watching at least.

Meanwhile the pressure on the station was about to reach boiling point, bloodshed heralded by multiple explosions - random and not particularly powerful perhaps, but easily able to be seen from an elevated point - black smoke billowing into the air, followed near instantly by the crack and ricochet of assorted gunfire. It was not long before the confederation of gangs under the banner of the Bloodied Fist, as well as those both neutral and adamantly opposed, spilled out onto the streets of the Outpost and proceeded to escalate the entire thing into a vicious urban conflict.

People fought everywhere, from the highest spire to the basements of stores and dives and brothels, men hacking at others simply due to their allegiance, and those women and children caught up in this suffering an equal fate to their menfolk.

With an armament that included RPG's, grenades, various forms of gas, and heavy weapons, it was only a matter of time before the entirety of Outpost Fifty-Seven went up in a conflagration of death and an orgy of bloodshed.






@Kingfisher@Flagg Typho looked from one face to another, the disgusting blob of Blisspontis and the greasy expression of man he may have even considered to be an acquaintance, and decided that he truly had had enough.

Uncaring of his own fate, and refusing to be used as a pawn in anyones game - as well as knowing full well what his brother would do to him, should he fall into his almost daemonic clutches, he launched himself out of his seat and, with a speed certainly belied by his venerable visage, threw himself toward the doorway of the office.

Unsuspecting, the mercenary guards moved somewhat slower than they should have, and Typho had very nearly reached the doorway...

[OOC: You've got a number of options, so it's up to you both whether you want to shoot him, re-capture him, or anything else. I would advise, however, that you don't hold him in that room for much longer.]




@Durandal@Lone Wanderer You're good, so feel free to advance yourselves in whatever direction you choose. I would say that you may want to leave the market before it gets overrun though.
@KingfisherOf course! I'm still perplexed by your love of obese characters, but I'm a benevolent deity and don't discriminate. :)
Once you've got him completed, we'll see about accepting him. :)
@BlackbeardIt's all good, and no worries!

Just note, he may be a Psyker, but I'd imagine that - should you wish to, of course - reading her mind would only confirm her chosen identity; I like to think she'd have a 'mind within a mind' so to speak, her outer mind being completely as Sister of Battle, while the inner mind is her own.

...or she could always just kill you. :P
@ZetsukoWouldn't say so, no. Just that the paranoid psyker has just happened to pick the only assassin in the group to put on his radar... :P
@BlackbeardLoving the post, just one question; why would he be suspicious in such an immediate manner toward my character alone? Why is he not suspicious of the Guardsman as well? She's playing a pitch-perfect replica of the real (but deceased) Sister Hospitaller, and I'm just curious as to how this would actually make him believe she were anything else.

I do understand, he's overly paranoid, but don't do any metagaming...or else.
@FlaggNo worries, bro!

If the manatee doesn't post something soon, I shall simply carry this thing forward anyway - we'll just assume that our resident Navigator is somewhere around.
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