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"Ronin"
AELOR KYR
NAME: Aelor Kyr
FACTION: None... yet
RANK: Apprentice level
SPECIES: Miraluka
AGE: 42
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 5'10"/180cm
WEIGHT: 201lbs
EYES: None; vestigal sockets take the place of eyes in favour of Force Sight
HAIR: Brown to black
SKIN: Lightly tanned to fair
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
Aelor's dueling style, though it matches lightsaber combat more, blends Forms II and V effectively together. Having used Force Sight as a cheat in gambling, he often has an edge on games of chance as a result.
His master had left him, not knowing of her fate is a source of emotional distress for him, enough to distract him, and enough to push him into darkness. Being of an apprentice level, his training is still relatively incomplete; he is still a little naïve in the ways of the Force, still only getting by with what he learned from his master and his ways with others from when he was a child, leaving him a little immature.
APPEARANCE:
Alternate dress includes cloth robes, like that of a Jedi, coloured in darker hues mixed with red, to match the scarf that hides what should be eyes. He wears no armour.
BIOGRAPHY:
The story of Aelor Kyr is not a long one, though his years belie a much more creative tale. Born a Miraluka on the Outer Rim, he was forced to hide his abilities many times, but it allowed him to exploit the witness visitors that would try to outfox a fox. He would say he was blind or had his eyes gouged out by a sore loser, a litany of sob stories to attract the hapless victim of his three-card Monty schemes. Of course, having Force Sight gave him the ability to suck his victims dry, whether it was a one-card draw Pazaak game or other such games of “chance”, and very few could cheat him. For those that did win, it was one-and-done, as the only way to cheat a Miraluka was one of two ways: Force sensitivity or blind luck; Aelor didn’t take a chance with either until one day, in his early teens, a particularly avid and mysterious player took to his table.
Aelor gave the usual spiel, this time about a wild bird attacking him and plucking his eyes out, but the woman gave him no heed. It was Sabacc today, and Aelor had already fleeced a few cool hands out of some guy named Luke, but this woman, she felt differently, and Aelor saw only white. There were blues and reds; the reds were especially fun to manipulate, but this white silhouette was almost distracting.
“You know you can be doing much more than this,” she said to him as he dealt the hand. He froze for a second, almost hesitant as she looked at her hand, choosing to stay. Aelor played his role and laughed it off, not paying attention as he busted on his draw. Again, he froze, flabbergasted, as she collected her credits and the crowd started pushing in, trying to take their turn. Aelor tried to say no, but, with the revealing of a knife, the woman lunged with a great suddenness from almost 20 yards away, heat passing across Aelor’s face as the Trandoshian’s arm fell from his body. Aelor gathered what little he had, even abandoning the credits, and ran to her.
“I knew you were a Jedi,” he said, struggling to cover his eyes as his cheap cloth tie burned away after the blow. She knelt with a warm smile and tore a strip of cloth from her robes, binding his eyes. “Why come to my table?” he replied.
From then, the years went by, and the answer was clear. Aelor, a whelping pup from a dingy Outer Rim world became the apprentice of a Jedi who took no name. She was human, from what he could tell, but he cared very little of the ways of who was what or why. From her, he received a vibroblade, so he could spar with her, as the vibroblade’s cortosis could resist the lightsaber in fair and equal combat. He would get better and better with each passing day, the Force manifesting in him with great excitement, his dueling abilities eventually matching hers, as she did her best to teach him the standard forms of lightsaber combat; his favourites were Forms II (Makashi) and V (Shien/Djem So). Eventually, there was no more she could teach him, as her age had advanced and her connection to the Force had been dwindling for some time. She got him passage onto a ship, but she left him with these parting words:
“Don’t be afraid to feel, my friend. You have always been your strongest when your emotions are controlled and channeled. You are like a ladalum, and watching you blossom has been a great joy to an old woman’s heart. Remember your training, remember who you are, and always remember that it’s okay to be afraid, to be angry, to feel pain; never give way to hate. If you are afraid, if you feel anger, if you hurt, it means you love, and that is one emotion that will carry you out of the darkness, no matter where you are.”
With a gentle kiss on the grown man’s forehead, she turned away as he boarded the cruiser, feeling everything as she described it, letting go of the first mother figure he could ever rely upon. She knew, he thought to himself, as he gripped the pommel of the blade at his side, losing sight of her except for the ignition of a lightsaber as he left the planet for good.
SHIP:
N/A
ITEMS:
A vibroblade that he wears, a gift from his former Master, a Grey Jedi
A Pazaak deck
FORCE POWERS:
KILLS:
N/A
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
N/A
ROLE-PLAYS:
N/A
NAME: Aelor Kyr
FACTION: None... yet
RANK: Apprentice level
SPECIES: Miraluka
AGE: 42
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 5'10"/180cm
WEIGHT: 201lbs
EYES: None; vestigal sockets take the place of eyes in favour of Force Sight
HAIR: Brown to black
SKIN: Lightly tanned to fair
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
Aelor's dueling style, though it matches lightsaber combat more, blends Forms II and V effectively together. Having used Force Sight as a cheat in gambling, he often has an edge on games of chance as a result.
His master had left him, not knowing of her fate is a source of emotional distress for him, enough to distract him, and enough to push him into darkness. Being of an apprentice level, his training is still relatively incomplete; he is still a little naïve in the ways of the Force, still only getting by with what he learned from his master and his ways with others from when he was a child, leaving him a little immature.
APPEARANCE:
Alternate dress includes cloth robes, like that of a Jedi, coloured in darker hues mixed with red, to match the scarf that hides what should be eyes. He wears no armour.
BIOGRAPHY:
The story of Aelor Kyr is not a long one, though his years belie a much more creative tale. Born a Miraluka on the Outer Rim, he was forced to hide his abilities many times, but it allowed him to exploit the witness visitors that would try to outfox a fox. He would say he was blind or had his eyes gouged out by a sore loser, a litany of sob stories to attract the hapless victim of his three-card Monty schemes. Of course, having Force Sight gave him the ability to suck his victims dry, whether it was a one-card draw Pazaak game or other such games of “chance”, and very few could cheat him. For those that did win, it was one-and-done, as the only way to cheat a Miraluka was one of two ways: Force sensitivity or blind luck; Aelor didn’t take a chance with either until one day, in his early teens, a particularly avid and mysterious player took to his table.
Aelor gave the usual spiel, this time about a wild bird attacking him and plucking his eyes out, but the woman gave him no heed. It was Sabacc today, and Aelor had already fleeced a few cool hands out of some guy named Luke, but this woman, she felt differently, and Aelor saw only white. There were blues and reds; the reds were especially fun to manipulate, but this white silhouette was almost distracting.
“You know you can be doing much more than this,” she said to him as he dealt the hand. He froze for a second, almost hesitant as she looked at her hand, choosing to stay. Aelor played his role and laughed it off, not paying attention as he busted on his draw. Again, he froze, flabbergasted, as she collected her credits and the crowd started pushing in, trying to take their turn. Aelor tried to say no, but, with the revealing of a knife, the woman lunged with a great suddenness from almost 20 yards away, heat passing across Aelor’s face as the Trandoshian’s arm fell from his body. Aelor gathered what little he had, even abandoning the credits, and ran to her.
“I knew you were a Jedi,” he said, struggling to cover his eyes as his cheap cloth tie burned away after the blow. She knelt with a warm smile and tore a strip of cloth from her robes, binding his eyes. “Why come to my table?” he replied.
From then, the years went by, and the answer was clear. Aelor, a whelping pup from a dingy Outer Rim world became the apprentice of a Jedi who took no name. She was human, from what he could tell, but he cared very little of the ways of who was what or why. From her, he received a vibroblade, so he could spar with her, as the vibroblade’s cortosis could resist the lightsaber in fair and equal combat. He would get better and better with each passing day, the Force manifesting in him with great excitement, his dueling abilities eventually matching hers, as she did her best to teach him the standard forms of lightsaber combat; his favourites were Forms II (Makashi) and V (Shien/Djem So). Eventually, there was no more she could teach him, as her age had advanced and her connection to the Force had been dwindling for some time. She got him passage onto a ship, but she left him with these parting words:
“Don’t be afraid to feel, my friend. You have always been your strongest when your emotions are controlled and channeled. You are like a ladalum, and watching you blossom has been a great joy to an old woman’s heart. Remember your training, remember who you are, and always remember that it’s okay to be afraid, to be angry, to feel pain; never give way to hate. If you are afraid, if you feel anger, if you hurt, it means you love, and that is one emotion that will carry you out of the darkness, no matter where you are.”
With a gentle kiss on the grown man’s forehead, she turned away as he boarded the cruiser, feeling everything as she described it, letting go of the first mother figure he could ever rely upon. She knew, he thought to himself, as he gripped the pommel of the blade at his side, losing sight of her except for the ignition of a lightsaber as he left the planet for good.
SHIP:
N/A
ITEMS:
A vibroblade that he wears, a gift from his former Master, a Grey Jedi
A Pazaak deck
FORCE POWERS:
- Sight (amplfied Sense)
- Push
- Minor Heal
- Mind Trick
- Choke
- Fear
- Drain Life
KILLS:
N/A
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
N/A
ROLE-PLAYS:
N/A