Post by Solin on May 19, 2009 19:51:06 GMT -5
Peace is a lie, there is only passion.
Solin Kaishor[/size]
Full Name: Solin Kaishor
Race:Felacatian
Age:14
Gender: Male
Height: 5"
Weight: 120
Bithplace: Axxila
Rank: Dark Jedi Acolyte
Lightsaber: None so far
Color: N/A
Through passion, I gain strength.
Lightsaber Skills and Forms:
Shii-Cho: 0
Makashi: 0
Soresu: 0
Ataru: 0
Shien / Djem So: 0
Niman: 0
Juyo: 0
Jar'Kai: 1
Double-bladed Lightsaber Combat: 0
Mounted Lightsaber Combat: 1
Through strength, I gain power.
Force Sensitive Abilities and Practices:
Force Manipulation: 2
Force Senses: 2
Protection: 1
Healing: 1
Force Powers - Destruction: 2
Through power, I gain victory.
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 2
Intelligence: 2
Speed: 3
Leadership: 1
Unarmed Combat: 2
Through victory, my chains are broken.
Force Attunement: -2
Appearance: Besides his feline ears, tail, and being covered head to foot in fur. Solin is a young man who happens to be very thin, partially because of his harsh past, but he has never been able to gain much more weight anyways. He may not be appear like he has much muscle, but he actually is quite buff under his layers of fur, just because it doesn't stick out doesn't mean its not there.
Personality: Solin is a speak when spoken to kid, he obeys orders and doesn’t talk back.
Being a slave he knows what he is supposed to do and he usually does it without any remorse.
Being a Felacatian he tries his hardest not to become stressed due to his "Other side".
Even though he seems calm all the time he is honestly sad and doesn’t like his way of life, and has almost lost all shreds of his humanity from living in a cage and being beaten constantly.
Although in his more recent years he has started to toughen up a little more, trying to show his sith masters that he isn't worthless. Although he still has one major problem and that is the fact that he is completely afraid of killing anyone.
History:Solin was born on Axxila as a single child to a less than loving father. His father often beat him much to the dislike of his mother; his mom was often the only person Solin could turn to. When Solin was five his father was killed for not paying his "Bills", when Solin's father was killed even though he was sad that he had lost his father he was slightly relieved because of his fear of his father’s constant beatings. Growing up Solin did everything that his mother told him, he never thought to disobey her he only did what she said, he grew a special bond with her and he hoped never to be separated from her; little did he know now his worst fear would come true.
From a young age he was constantly working in the cantina, either picking up bottles and cleaning the floor or getting supplies from the back room.
When Solin was seven he had gotten into a fight with a man who had a little too much to drink, unfortunately for the man the stress was too much for Solin.
Almost instantly his body tripled in size and large spike like protrusions shot out of his back, he had turned into his second form.
The man had let go as soon as Solin almost the same time as the spikes came out, he pulled out a blaster only to have it smacked out of his hand.
After Solin had destroyed the blaster he attacked in a rush of fear and anger.
Once the fight was over the man was covered in blood, several of his finger were missing and his leg was across the room.
Solin quickly got his mother and he broke out into tears, his mother had taken him out of the cantina for two years before she let him return even though it was only to visit her not to work.
When he was eight his mother was wounded on a trip, she had suffered burns to most of her body. Although Solin would never know his mother was a rogue Jedi, she had been on a trip for nothing but business, although when a sith happened to show up things got messy and although she escaped with her life her scars would never go away.
Well she was at home she had let Solin work at the cantina to help pay for their home.
He worked as both the bartender and the janitor for the cantina; he stayed working there for a few months.
When people asked about his age he stated that his race just looked young, as to not be taken out of the cantina, most of the time it worked and even more he had to ask people to leave when they asked too much questions...
Once his mother was better she came back to the cantina but let Solin keep working as the bartender, but only on certain occasions.
During the next two years Solin had only been found at either his home or the cantina because his mother liked to keep an eye on him.
When Solin was ten his mother fell into hard times and there home was taken, his mother was taken away and Solin never saw her again, thus his greatest fear had come to fruition. After loosing his mother Solin was sold to the huts as a slave, he was under service of the huts for a few months before they apparently got bored of him and he was put into a market and soon after put up for sale.
After a few weeks of being in sale a man walked into the store and decided to buy Solin, little did he know the man was a Sith and had other purposes for Solin besides being a slave.
Although the shop keeper decided to get rid of Solin completely instead of selling him off; hearing this Solin panicked and his second side burst out, he lunged through his cage killing the shopkeeper and passed out.
When he awoke the man was standing over him, Solin had no idea what had happened a few moments earlier until he saw the mangled corpse of the shop keeper on the floor.
Shocked at the events that had happened he soon found himself a slave to the man who had bought him.
As the two were leaving Solin staid on the man’s ship, and after a while a few men came towards him, one who seemed to be injured.
Solin let them on board much to his better judgment, and soon found out that they were enemies of his master.
The men tried to get Solin to come with him, although he obeyed his master’s wishes and staid on the planet; although little did he know the men were Jedi and they were trying to help him.
As soon as Solin had been taken under his masters wing he soon found himself traveling to the planet Thule, he didn't know what would happen there or what it would be like but he knew what his master had told him. He was to find a cave on the planet, somewhere hidden. He was left with no coordinates, and no food.
He traveled for many days before he even found the cave, and once there it took him several more days just to construct his saber. It had frustrated him but he knew that he had to succeed before he could go see his master.
As soon as he finished he raced back to where his master had left him, only to find a derelict ship torn away by the storms that barraged the barren planet. At first he had given up hope, but he decided to wait for his master there. So he made a makeshift shelter out of the wreckage and staid there, doing odd things to pass the time. He even made a mask for himself, not that he really needed it but he just liked the way it looked.
It took him a year on that planet, a long hellish year alone before he could finally leave. He had salvaged parts from his shelter and used them on another ship he had found, crashed into the planet. He was able to get a communications console working, and using the coordinates his master had sent him the year before, he was able to send a signal to get himself off of the barren rock.
Although when he found himself returning he soon found his former master had perished, he was alone in the sith world and left to travel around from planet to planet running errands for his sith overlords.
The Force shall free me.