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NAME: Yakoza
FACTION: N/A
RANK: Apprentice
SPECIES: Yoda's Species
AGE: 489
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 0.665 m
WEIGHT: 17 kg
EYES: Acidic Yellow/Orange
HAIR: Green
SKIN: Green
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
(+)Ataru: Being such a tiny mobile form, Ataru seemed the best skill to seek upon allocation of his lightsaber. It is a truly devastating skill of his.
(+)Force Enhance: Yakoza is apt in the use of high speed leaping and diving etc, thanks to his many years of Ataru.
(-)Size: Being such a miniscule being, it is quite difficult to actually be a threat if met in combat. The ONLY way around this is attacking from all angles.
(-)Left Leg: His leg was severely wounded during the battle that resulted in his obtaining his lightsaber. A cane is required to walk.
(-)Telekinetic Ability: While the average person possess some ability in this form, he contains little to none. It is taxing, tiring and something he rarely uses.
(-)Swimming: No, go in that, I will not.
(-)Cold Environments: Thanks to his impairment, if in to cold a situation, the amount of concentration necessary to simply continue walking is truly immense. His leg cramps, and all around seems to cease working. (He most likely will never battle cryo specialist)
APPEARANCE:
Small, with light green fur, acidic yellow eyes, red saber
BIOGRAPHY:
Born many generations ago, on a planet that remained a secret to offworlder's, Yakoza was originally known as Boldur, being born to duo Force Sensitives. Thanks to this, when his family was killed during the height of the New Jedi Order, he believed he would be found and trained by the great Jedi that defeated the Empire.
He was wrong. Captured by a group of mercenaries and smugglers, the young being was treated as if he was non-sentient. Beaten mercilessly, deprived of food, and believing himself worthless, the man lived a horrendous life. For nearly the entirety of his first decade of life, he spent in a cage doing tricks on Coruscant, Nar Shadaa, and other populated planets.
For quite sometime things began to settle into this pattern of despicable acts. Boldur would rise, be fed moldy bread and any other disposable foods that weren't fit for consumption, then he would be forced to dance and do acts alongside some of the others - all acting as a front for the thieving mercs. But then finally, after such a life, Boldur got a chance to escape.
While his "owner" Mikhail moved about their small ship, filled to the brim with a drunken stupor, the furball watched intently. Then when Mik moved closer and closer, weaving and bobbing about as he hummed to himself, Boldur felt the anger he held within finally rise to the front. And for the barest of seconds, as Mikhail stilled, the furry being stared intently.
But then suddenly, there was screaming, the room spun uncontrollably and he passed out. When he awoke, he found the man whom had tormented him for so long now lay dead before himself. Burnt to a crisp, all the while the door to the cage - alongside most of the cell itself - was damaged and swinging ajar. Deciding that from that day that he would never be another's captive, he began to train.
First it was simply speed. Then it was more. Learning acrobatics while in constant motion; bouncing, leaping, spinning, and twirling in swift moves. Soon enough, the young being began a secondary form of training.
Force Training. This was his main obsession for a very long time.
Before to long, the furry green weapon came upon a Darth Tyran. The man wanted Boldur to explain what he was, and why he held such an odd signature to the Force. But the little guy had no idea how to, for he knew little to nothing of his past - save his torment. So the human Sith Lord decided to drag it out of him. Through blood.
What began as an attempt to slay Boldur, soon became a fight to survive. For the Sith Lord had believed himself far beyond the smaller being. He was wrong. The speed and agility held by Boldur was beyond anything the man had ever faced. Thus, when he fell, he willingly gave his weapon to the small man - his dieing words being to take the tool and slay the cosmos with it.
And so, he no longer felt he could retain his name. Thus he chose a new one, Yakoza, and with the saber in hand began his mark on the galaxies.
SHIP:
KILLS:
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ROLE-PLAYS:
FACTION: N/A
RANK: Apprentice
SPECIES: Yoda's Species
AGE: 489
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 0.665 m
WEIGHT: 17 kg
EYES: Acidic Yellow/Orange
HAIR: Green
SKIN: Green
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
(+)Ataru: Being such a tiny mobile form, Ataru seemed the best skill to seek upon allocation of his lightsaber. It is a truly devastating skill of his.
(+)Force Enhance: Yakoza is apt in the use of high speed leaping and diving etc, thanks to his many years of Ataru.
(-)Size: Being such a miniscule being, it is quite difficult to actually be a threat if met in combat. The ONLY way around this is attacking from all angles.
(-)Left Leg: His leg was severely wounded during the battle that resulted in his obtaining his lightsaber. A cane is required to walk.
(-)Telekinetic Ability: While the average person possess some ability in this form, he contains little to none. It is taxing, tiring and something he rarely uses.
(-)Swimming: No, go in that, I will not.
(-)Cold Environments: Thanks to his impairment, if in to cold a situation, the amount of concentration necessary to simply continue walking is truly immense. His leg cramps, and all around seems to cease working. (He most likely will never battle cryo specialist)
APPEARANCE:
Small, with light green fur, acidic yellow eyes, red saber
BIOGRAPHY:
Born many generations ago, on a planet that remained a secret to offworlder's, Yakoza was originally known as Boldur, being born to duo Force Sensitives. Thanks to this, when his family was killed during the height of the New Jedi Order, he believed he would be found and trained by the great Jedi that defeated the Empire.
He was wrong. Captured by a group of mercenaries and smugglers, the young being was treated as if he was non-sentient. Beaten mercilessly, deprived of food, and believing himself worthless, the man lived a horrendous life. For nearly the entirety of his first decade of life, he spent in a cage doing tricks on Coruscant, Nar Shadaa, and other populated planets.
For quite sometime things began to settle into this pattern of despicable acts. Boldur would rise, be fed moldy bread and any other disposable foods that weren't fit for consumption, then he would be forced to dance and do acts alongside some of the others - all acting as a front for the thieving mercs. But then finally, after such a life, Boldur got a chance to escape.
While his "owner" Mikhail moved about their small ship, filled to the brim with a drunken stupor, the furball watched intently. Then when Mik moved closer and closer, weaving and bobbing about as he hummed to himself, Boldur felt the anger he held within finally rise to the front. And for the barest of seconds, as Mikhail stilled, the furry being stared intently.
But then suddenly, there was screaming, the room spun uncontrollably and he passed out. When he awoke, he found the man whom had tormented him for so long now lay dead before himself. Burnt to a crisp, all the while the door to the cage - alongside most of the cell itself - was damaged and swinging ajar. Deciding that from that day that he would never be another's captive, he began to train.
First it was simply speed. Then it was more. Learning acrobatics while in constant motion; bouncing, leaping, spinning, and twirling in swift moves. Soon enough, the young being began a secondary form of training.
Force Training. This was his main obsession for a very long time.
Before to long, the furry green weapon came upon a Darth Tyran. The man wanted Boldur to explain what he was, and why he held such an odd signature to the Force. But the little guy had no idea how to, for he knew little to nothing of his past - save his torment. So the human Sith Lord decided to drag it out of him. Through blood.
What began as an attempt to slay Boldur, soon became a fight to survive. For the Sith Lord had believed himself far beyond the smaller being. He was wrong. The speed and agility held by Boldur was beyond anything the man had ever faced. Thus, when he fell, he willingly gave his weapon to the small man - his dieing words being to take the tool and slay the cosmos with it.
And so, he no longer felt he could retain his name. Thus he chose a new one, Yakoza, and with the saber in hand began his mark on the galaxies.
SHIP:
KILLS:
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ROLE-PLAYS: