Riven Black
Current of the Wind
Stigma of the Wind
"May the wind always be at your back."
May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind always be at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
and rains fall soft upon your fields,
And until we meet again,
May the force hold you in the palm of its hands.
FIRST NAME: Riven
MIDDLE NAME: Eurus
LAST NAME: Black
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 6'2 | 187cm
WEIGHT: 85.2 Kg | 188lbs
HAIR: Brown
EYES: Brown
SKIN: Light Skinned
AGE: 24
SPECIES: Ruusanian
RANK: Student of the Air
Martial Status: Single
Language: Galactic Standard, Ubese(Fluent), Dosh(Minor)
FACTION: N/A
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes.
Theme Song: Colors of the Wind
"Justice comes in many forms."
Riven stands at 6'2, weighing roughly one-hundred and eighty eight pounds. His body is slender, however, Riven has undergone tremendous amounts of training, molding his body for the currents of the wind. His hair is a dark brown and skin a mild color of tan and white. Riven's eyes are a common hazel, brown. His face shows a gentle youth. He wears a black shirt, a navy blue jacket, and grey pants.
"As transparent as air."
Riven is an interesting individual. With a soft-heart in a cruel galaxy he is quick to protect those in need. He has a positive attitude even during the worst of times. With his youth being filled with rigorous and strict rules, he prefers to be out in the open, taking in as many experiences as he can. Regarded as a good man, by most of the people he comes across, he still takes extra steps to thwart evil-doers. Justice is a strong, core element of his own. Killing is avoided at all costs, but ending another's life is sometime necessary to keep the galaxy safe.
Riven isn't all about keeping the galaxy safe, he's a man and like most men seeks comfort in women. Riven's natural thoughts have always been to find a wife of his own one day. Knowing and taught of the darkside throughout the history of his clan, he abandoned the Kor Var ways, becoming stigmatic and wandering the galaxy alone, to protect. Snacks, whether chips, sweets, fruit, and anything else he can get his hands on, he'll eat. Preferring to gamble over anything else when it comes to entertainment, he bets high, mostly loosing thousands, if not, more credits on a weekly basis. At least once a day he looks himself in the mirror and asks, "who are you?" Reflective and worried about where he is going in life, he constantly pushes forward to learn the arts of his culture. This is so that one day, he too, can teach another in the ways of a more lightsided practice of the Kor Var.
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
(+) Adventurous- Willing to try and experience everything the galaxy has to offer, allows him more insight to the many different beings of the galaxy and their traditions.
(+) Disciplined- The arts of his forefathers taught him to be fluid in his progression through the arts of Kor Var. On a daily basis for one hour he preforms a traditional excercise connecting him to the elements of his affinity.
(-) Soft-Hearted- Being compassionate for those in need, forces Riven to protect people. Sometimes this puts him into predicaments that prove difficult to handle.
(-) Autophobic- Afraid of aging without a sense of direction, leads him to worry of his future. A future that may leave him lonely and scarred.
(-) Perfectionist- Due to his autophobia he overcompensates with tedious amounts of work, training, and planning. This gives him hope, that through perfection, he will overcome his future worries.
"The wind guides me forward."
Tradition, it was the one thing that kept his people prospering. The planet of Kro Var held little promise, a barren waste that forced many younglings into their strict teachings. To many the Kro Var were a primitive form of force users, to the Kro Var, they were efficient and strong in the arts of their own methods. Nature was their calling, shamans with elemental affinities to conquer their foes. The teachings were brutal, not only during lectures, but also demonstrations. Some Cabals would even use students as an example of the power they held, enticing many to join their ranks, so long as the natural current of the force allowed it. The elements at their disposal were broken into four categories.
Earth, Fire, Water, and Air.
This lead many of the Kro Var to split, forming clans that lasted even now.
Riven was only a child when he was brought to the temple. His assigned Shaper cabal sent him there, his connection to the force was resilient and his aptitude to manipulate the air made him a perfect fit. The Temple of Zephyr or Temple of Strong Winds, was where he spent most of his childhood. Riven was taught everything there was to know about the shaping of air and the rigorous practices of the Kro Var instilled. Like clockwork he'd wake up, study, preform his stance of the seven winds and spar other shapers. Tone and deceivingly skinny, Riven was capable of using it to his advantage. His affinity with air lead him to increase his natural agility, the air around him creating swift and uncanny strikes. Mastering such techniques would take time and before his training was fully complete he would have to go through the Trials of Air. Many students of his own age by this time had failed, with his 14th birthday on the horizon he set his eyes on the prize.
Riven stepped into the chamber, the vast scope of the dark lit room presented itself with candles along the dreary hallways. Echoes sank into his mind as he approached the center of the room. A voice called out to him, asking for his help. Another urging him to ignore. He couldn't choose between the two until he felt it in the air. The mist of speckled water splashed in front of him. Streams of air sliced forward as he shifted his feet, controlling the center gravity of his body. The smooth motions of his hands were like eagles, flying to the sky, then striking it's prey. The wind sliced through the stream of water that assaulted him. A loud booming voice making itself known.
"Enough!"
A clan leader, or what many of the Kro Var called Battleshamans, stopped the fight. The trial was over, at least that's what Riven thought. The old human elder walked down the sturdy steps, his name not quite drilled into Riven's mind, like the others. He was a high elder, the armor represented his achievements in all four elements, a feat that not only came with pride but shame among his first tribe.
"You are Riven, the one Kleg'Nor keeps praising. A prodigy in the arts of wind. Show me, Riven, your resolve!"
The old man spewed a roaring fire forward, taken back by it's range, Riven manipulated the air around him, guiding his way to the side. The flames missing their mark as he channeled the force. Then, when he least expected it a heavy blow to the stomach sent him coughing, his feet parting from the ground floor. Trying to follow the elders movements he was blown backwards, the force of the turbulent wind slamming him against the wall. Iron, the taste of blood reached his mouth. Riven was no longer fighting a student, he was fighting something beyond comprehension. The elder's moves were unpredictable, even though Riven was already being guided by the element of air. Gaining his will to fight he waved his arm to the left then sliced forward, a thick white line of bold air shot through the room. The elder was stationary as he waited for the impact. A loud sonic boom shook the temple. stones breaking free from the ground.
"What force!" said the elder, his eyes widening with excitement. "Give into your anger, Riven. It's the only way to best me. Heh!"
Riven refused, the whole idea of the treacherous teachings of his own kind made him sick. Times were changing and yet tradition, even if morally wrong, continued to prosper. Calming his soul, Riven darted for the elder. His palms blacked in succession as the two sent flurries of strikes at one another, both matched in speed and agility. Riven had broke the elders guard, his knee finding the side of his head. The elder spiraled backwards, like a rocket being released from a starship. Catching himself the elder slid across the stone floor and laughed.
"You pass..."
Riven had become a true shaper of Kro Var, but for how long?
The fundamental teachings of his people bothered him, however, in the backdrop of his mind, being an outcast meant loneliness. It was due to the separation of his parents, at such a ripe age, that left him cold to the thought. Only years later would he be forced to escape the teachings of such dark and twisted brainwashing. He wanted to use his power to protect. Hero's apparently were scarce and the Jedi he had read about were conflicted in their ways. Riven was ready for the chance to take to the skies, exploring the rest of the galaxy and spreading the influence of the Kro Var was his dream. Only, because of his affinity for the air element they sought for a new cabal, to teach those next of kin. While an honor, Riven had no plans to become stuck on the barren wastes of Kro Var.
Regardless of his wants he would have to respect the tradition and follow through. So he did.
Years Later...
Like a dream they came to him, rather it came to him. A gift from the force, through the grace of his practices and kind nature, he was bestowed. Precognition's were given, the vivid images of future events played through his mind. Day in and day out he would watch the events unfold, each of them as accurate as the next. This was an unfortunate gift, but also a blessing. It was Riven's escape. The Kro Var, were unruly and unjust in their ways. The galaxy couldn't be confined to one small planet and having visions of the future was considered a treasonous practice. It was the tradition that set everything in motion. Riven knew if his secret got out he would be killed, known as a warlock and a traitor to the ways of the Kro Var. Through the years of learning and teaching the next of kin he found solace in stirring clear of confrontations, protecting those that were deemed unworthy to the elders. This no longer was his responsibility and with the guidance of the wind, found a way out of the life he was forced into.
Leaving without warning, Riven escaped on a republic ship. Starting his journey to the stars, ready to make his mark on the world, with the power of his airbending.
"It's an art, ya know?"
{III III III III III}
{Elemental Student - Shaper Adept - Advanced Shaper - Master of the Element - Elder}
General
Medical Efficiency
{III III III}
Riven is no stranger to helping people. Ever since he left Kro Var he's taken the time to study the ways of medical applications. This has lead him to learn a number of procedures and other useful tricks to keep another, or himself alive.
Craftsman of Melee Weapons
{III III}
His time with the Kro Var Shamans, taught him to create his own weaponry. His abundant study during his lineage made him an accurate replicator when it came to blades and axes. He consistently tries to keep up with the practice, but finds it difficult, while constantly traveling.
Drawing
{III III}
When he finds the time to, he sketches. His travels have taught him that many cultures draw to speak through art. Some of his work is rarely shared due to the lack of confidence in such a relaxing hobby.
Astronomer
{III III III III}
The study of the stars has brought Riven a thematic understanding of folktales and unique knowledge of ancient past times. Not only has he studied the stars, he has been mapping out the planetary systems for a few years, making him an incredible asset to the exploration of space. With his own utensils and means, the galaxy is revealed one step at a time.
Collector
{III III I}
Being able to determine if something is of value or not is a gift. One that Riven has used to make profit, to continue his veil of justice over the galaxy. Every so often, he'll keep unique items found in his adventurers, some things are more valuable to a man with nothing.
Combat
{III III II}
A form of martial arts that allows a diverse range of stances to eliminate threats. It is highly recommended that the user has carnal knowledge of each posture. When used incorrectly, it can result in broken wrists and arms. Solely focused around palm strikes, this allows Riven a fluid form of hand to hand combat.
Agile
{III III III}
The element that chose Riven, allows him to imbue his movements effortlessly. With grace and fast reaction times, Riven is a deadly adversary.
Exotic Swordsman
{III III I}
While it's taken him a long time to get to where he is at with the Fiber corded, linked, lightsabers in his possession it allows him to use the currents of air to control the weapon more gracefully than others. Still learning the weapons downfalls and upsides, Riven could potentially become a master in such an exotic form.
Gunslinging
{II}
Like most Kro Var, Riven has little knowledge of technology. Having used maybe two or three guns ever, the thought of their power is disgraceful to him. With little practice, his bullets stray far from where intended.
Concentration
{III III}
It takes a wise man to realize that anything worth doing, takes work. Focus in the arts of Riven's teachings are necessary. Having left prior to the fulfillment of such a simple task, Riven is forced to learn the patience of the wind by himself. Many abilities of air, demand a concentrated user.
"Things come and go, but tools remain the same."
Fiber Corded, Linked Lightsabers - Riven has two lightsabers, each given to him through his travels. Both are a vibrant white. At the end of the hilts sits an extendable fiber cord, capable of being used in a whip like state. This gives Riven access to range and the ability to become unpredictable in a fight.
Medical Bandage Patches - Riven's study of the unknown had brought him tools of many trades. One such trade involved the usage of medical bandages to heal incsiouns and other likely wounds.
Polished Wooden Box - Being a collector means that preservation and authenticity is keep to snagging a great price. Most, if not all; tiny, knick-knacks find themselves within.
Backpack of tools - A backpack filled with the following: Hammer, Combat Knife, Sketch Book and Utensils, Scalpel, Surgery Clamps, Fiber Cord, Two Empty Cylinder Containers, and Water.
Scrolls of the Wind - Leaving his tutelage behind, Riven took scrolls of his teachings to preform and progress through the stages of his element.
"The force is like the Wind, you can't see it but you can feel it."
Air Manipulation - By using careful, fluid motions; an Air Shaper can build pressure through the force. This pressure is then released as a massive source of energy. Rapid hand movements that mimicked the element of wind, came in circular patterns. This allowed the Shaper to manipulate the air into circular attacks, creating small gusts of wind and cyclones.
Wind Wall - The air can be risen from the lowest of areas, building a rapid flow of wind to surge upward. This creates a wall, capable of deflecting energy bolts and other force powers, looking to maim the user. Riven is far from mastering this move and as such can only block a few attacks, if not one, depending on the opponents resolve.
Air Blast - Similar to force push, the Air Shaper builds on the aspects of manipulation, by concentrating the energy of the force into one's palm and releasing a torrent of wind, capable of knocking someone over, or at mastery level, pushing them a great distance away.
Air shield - Most assume that the element of air, is offense. Only those who have been taught the ways of Kro Var know the truth behind the manipulation of air. Defensive at it's purest form air can deflect, shift, and counter other moves sent in its wake. Riven uses this ability a lot, almost mastering it within the years his garnered in his adventure.
