Jedi Order -=Year 243=-
Jedi Order Temple => Applications - The Jedi Order => Suspended or Denied => : Lulmali July 19, 2012, 11:48 AM
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1. Character Name:
Lulmali
2. Why you wish to join the Jedi Order:
I'm seeking an RP based guild, where I can have fun with other serious role players and hopefully enjoy what TOR has to offer with others ^_^
3. Time Zone:
GMT +/- 0
4. Your Class (and advanced class if applicable):
Jedi Knight (Guardian)
5. Short roleplaying biography of your character (please try not to use the quest storyline of TOR):
(First person)
Tak, tak, tak. I took each step with awe. All around me stood the glorious statues of the order, littering the walls of the great Tylothian Temple. What a grand sight it was. For awhile, it seemed i'd never reach it . . .
Perhaps I should start from the beginning eh?
So where shall we start . . . I'm Lulmali. -Just- Lulmali. No surname, it's been discarded. They said i'm to old to join the Order, 26 galactic years old. It made quite the fuss! Master Ya'amine fought for my admittance though. Heh, lucky to have her. I'm Human, Caucasian. Nothin' else to say really, in that respect.
As I said, becoming a Jedi seemed to be an impossible goal. It starts way back, from when I was a child. Sixteen years old, sparkle in my eye, yada yada. Imagine yourself surrounded by the great sprawling metropolis of Coruscant, massive skyscrapers casting their shadows all over the planet. And on one unspecified street, totally unimportant, weaves a young boy between the bustling crowds, totally insignificant. A sight seen plenty of times. Yet this day was different. As I darted through the populace, making my way to no-where in particular, I found myself hurtling towards what should of been certain doom. Slipping off a curb, I accidentally bumped into the -UGLIEST- Trandoshan I've ever seen. Well, when I say bumped . . . I sort of collided head-first into his stomach. I still remember the bile that shot out of his mouth and made its way into my hair. Took ages to wash out.
It just so happens that the aforementioned Trandoshan happened to be criminal scum. Nothing major, just a leader of a small gang. A small time petty criminal, that sort of thing. Needless to say, I was in big bantha poo-doo. Snarling viciously, after catching his breath of-course, he raised his blaster. Not sure what spec it was, never been interested in blasters. A rifle of some-kind. After cursing me with flith i shan't repeat, the beast seemed ready to vaporize me. But just then, something magnificent happened . . .
A sizzling green light hissed through the air, illuminating the dingy street as it swept down. A severed arm landed at my feet; i'm light skinned anyway but I must of been deathly pale with fear. And on the end of the green blade stood a Twi'lek. One whom i've mentioned before. A Jedi Knight named Ya'amina. And that's the moment I began to Idolize the Jedi.
She'd saved me. Such kindness, such care, completely undeserved. And I was nobody. No one important anyway. My family weren't exactly poverty stricken, but I suppose we wasn't the richest either. I was just some random kid. Such good fortune.
And now we time-skip. I'm Twenty-four. A lots happened since I was a teenager on Coruscant. Including it's sacking. Luckily I avoided that, catching a shuttle to Tatooine, about a month before. I spent everyday from the age of 16-18 practicing with my vibroblade. The only thought coursing through my head was the sheer determination to become a Jedi. But eventually, reality set in. I needed to get a job, to bring in credits. And I eventually fell in love. Lupix, Human, Female. Her long red hair was fabulous, i cascaded over her pale body and caressed it. She ended up being my everything. I lost everyone on Coruscant to the Sith.
We met in the Anchorhead Cantina. Both 18. She was serving drinks, and I was drowning my sorrows after a hard day of hunting. It's what I came to Tatooine to do; test my skills with my blade. Turns out I wasn't very good at it, I was barely surviving at the time.
And we got talking, and eventually fell in love.
Back to when i'm Twenty-four. And we're taking a trip in our land-speeder. Myself, Lupix and Tina. Our beautiful daughter Tina. She's five years old, and she's my world. I eventually moved on from hunting, getting a job in a generic store. After a few years I worked my way up and took over the business. And for awhile we lived comfortably, the three of us.
Then everything changed. This is going to sound like a 'Three Sith enter a bar' joke. It isn't.
It was a pretty average, boring day. I'd not had many customers in. The two suns were glaring down on the sand-covered planet, it was rather hot. In walk three Sith troopers, clad head to toe in armor. All they required were some simple necessities; food and water. Being an arrogant idiot, I refused them service. What a fool I was.
At that moment in stroll Lupix and Tina, hand in hand. They'd been out for a walk, nothing more, and just so happened to walk in as the three troopers took it upon their selves to deliver their brand of corrupt justice. I was lay in front of the desk, taking repeated blows to my body. Bone shattering, incredibly painful blows, I may add. Lupix lost her cool. Screaming, she ran at the troopers, tears rolling down her dust laden face. I suppose attacking Sith is a bigger offense than refusing them service. Without hesitating, one of the soldiers drew his blaster, and open fired. He missed.
A searing red bolt illuminated Tina's chest. For a moment immense fear flooded her eyes, and a second later they were cold. A scream tore its way from my throat, heart-wrenching pain flooding me. But I was too beaten to move. Becoming even more frenzied, Lupix continued attacking the beasts, but she was soon put down like a savage dog. And once again, it was just me. For whatever reason, they decided to leave me alive. Perhaps it was to punish me; it's worse to see your loved ones dead, than to go with them. As they left, I managed to regain my senses. Making my way over to my daughters smoldering remains, I cried heavily into her chest. But only for a few minutes. I understand why the Jedi reject love. A blood curdling rage flooded me. Without thinking, I retrieved my old, trusted vibroblade, and chased after the Sith. Lump in my throat and adrenaline pumping.
They were strolling through Anchorhead nonchalantly, as if they hadn't just murdered a woman and a child. Without even thinking, I charged after them. And I had the element of surprise. Swiftly, I swung my blade, and it seemed all my practice had paid off. The razor edge managed to find its way between the troopers helmet and armor, slicing through the mesh and lopping the bastard's head off. Before the other two could react, I'd pierced a second through the chest, ending his malice filled life.
And then it was just one on one. I was now at a major dis-advantage. I'd had no where near the same amount of training as the soldier. Drawing his own blade, he released a torrent of swings, which for a while I barely managed to fend off. A crowd of onlookers watched us battle, a mix-match of people staring from under robes and bindings. Eventually, the Sith proved too much, disarming me. My blade scurried away, bouncing over the sand out of my grasp.
This was the moment everything truly changed. On the floor with a blade to my throat, something deep inside was released. A Dormant power, that only now was apparent to me. As the demon raised his blade to strike me down, a burst of power emanated from me. It tore through the very fabric of the air around me, invisible particles moving together, the universes life force fighting with me. I was utilizing the force.
A Large ball of power hurtled towards the Sith soldier, hitting him square in the chest. As it slid over the dunes, it was at this point a by-stander decided to reveal herself from the crowd.
The force works in strange ways.
There stood the Jedi I met on Coruscant, Ya'amina. She was now a Jedi master, and upon seeing my ability as a force sensitive, she had intervened in the battle. I suppose if I hadn't by some miracle released my hidden potential, I would have been left to my fate. Jumping in front of me, she swiftly cut the Sith down.
And that's where my two year journey to the order began.
I was whisked to a make shift meeting with the council straight away. They said I was too old, and tainted with the dark-side. This was true, I had given into my anger. But Ya'amina defended me, and pleaded with them. With proper training, I could be a exemplar Jedi, she said. The only way to protect him from the dark-side, is teach him to control his powers, she reasoned. Not fully agreeing, the Council sent us both away, with a test. I would spend two-years under the tutelage of Ya'amina, and at the end of it, there would be another meeting with the council.
And so for two years I trained. I learnt the code, practiced my blade techniques, harnessed the force. And eventually I learnt. There is no emotion, there is peace.
My master even allowed me to take the trials of crafting a lightsaber. The quest took me across Tatooine, where she was training me. I learnt a lot along the way. There is no passion, there is serenity.
I would discard my past. I wouldn't lament on the deaths of my loved ones. There would be no hate, no ignorance, no chaos. I would be a keeper of the peace. I would be a Guardian of the republic, and of the force.
And now all I await is the Councils judgement.
(Sorry for the length, I kinda got carried away ^_^;)
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And now you are here, and soon you will discover that everything you've learned up to now was just a mere fraction of what is out there to learn. You won't be along on your path, there will be other masters guiding you and fellow companions to trial together. It won't be an easy path, but if you are committed enough, it will bring greatest rewards.
I, Knight Elod-hora Faria of Alpheridies, welcome you, aspirant jedi. We will accept you in our halls, to see you and to judge you. The way of the Jedi is reserved for few. Read our Code (http://www.jediorderclan.com/forums/index.php?board=170.0), so you won't be imprepared when the time of your training shall start. Be active, participative, positive. And don't give up. It's difficult time, people entered our ranks on much more advanced age.
May the Force guide you.
((impressive bio, I got really carried away as well :D . The only thing I've noticed is that the Sith were portraited a bit too negative, while the Jedi positive (on doesn't just cut someone in a mid of burstling street). But, in the end, it's perfectly within psycologic explanation, so no comments about that! Again, great job with you bio!
You'll be soon invited in-game if not yet, as a hopeful for now, and... well, see you around!))
Regards,
Elod-hora
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Thank you, Knight Elod-Hora, I hope to prove my worth and aspire to become a great Knight myself.
And also you, brother.
(Yeah, I just went for the typical Sith = Evil/Jedi = Good stuff, didn't really think through their motives :( I hope to be seeing you all soon :D)