Post by Alain T. Sheehy on May 13, 2006 14:20:55 GMT -5
Character's Full Name:
Alain Theirn Sheehy
Age:
19
Gender:
Male
Species:
Human
Home Planet:
Corellia
Allegiance:
Jedi
Lightsabre colour//weapon of choice:
His green lightsabre is indeed his weapon of choice, after which can be listen the Force and his very own body.
Preferred Rank:
Padawan
Physical Description:
Standing on feet of average length that provide him with – though this can be debated – the best of balance, Alain is 6’ 1”; thereby considered adequately tall. His skin has a mild tanned complexion, and he is fairly well-muscled - not bulging, but righteously defined. The padawan’s movements are soft and gentle, he moves with the air of someone approaching a slightly tempered nexu. Topping his height is his hair; black, and a trifle wavy. It varies in length all around his head, but one can say it reaches to about his chin. Behind his right ear - an ear which, by the way, is as normal as can be – the padawan plait can be found, dangling lazily onto his shoulder. Light, almond-shaped green eyes observe the world with a whiff of scepticism.
As for his clothes, he wears Jedi robes, however; in stead of the cloth tabards, his are made of darker leather. Other than that, there is nothing particularly interesting about the outfit, apart from the fact that he refrains from the light colours. The lightsabre, food capsules and pouches are to be found in his belt. He avoids disguises fiercely, yet with time may come a slight breach of that particular wall.
Personality:
Alain was, prior to the start of his initiate training, a rough mannered youngling. As a kid he did not hesitate on pestering others, yet refrained from such behaviour in the vicinity of pundits. Strangely enough, he had a flare for subtle manipulation, not quite grasping the entire context of this. Embarking upon the everlasting task of a Jedi, he readjusted his ruthless self. Now he appears gentler, but he exudes a rash power. A worthy ally, and though he does not readily trust, others can certainly feel free trusting him. He believes in the power of body and mind intertwined, and the fierceness of life and love. He is somewhat loyal, courteous, and courageous, and does not shy away from overt praise. A very proud character, though for what is unknown.
Though, and this being a major flaw, Alain is not particularly patient. As a matter of fact, the young man harbours no such stoicism, thus preferring to get things out of the way instantly. Still, he is composed and calm under most circumstances, and knows very well the codex and the fatality of not responding correctly to authority. It is not in his nature to be overly friendly, but he can, if it is in his interest, be quite the pleasant companion – nonetheless, his humour is not entirely up-to-date, obnoxious and sarcastic rather than mild and jokingly. He is indeed quick-witted and a dedicated learner, yet up until recently he was easily controlled by frustration. That time has swiftly passed, and even though he does not grasp something instantly, he will hopefully continue to try relentlessly.
Character History:
Born into a somewhat large family relying entirely on the father’s indigent income, one can say Alain was not as fortunate as many of the merchant sons in the neighbourhood. Yet he was only to be a part of this hapless life for four years, as he then was found rather accidentally by two passing Jedi, in Corellia on official business. Since then, he has never been contacted by his family, nor has he had the urge to do so.
Brought to Coruscant, he was taught - along with other younglings - the codex and nature of the Universe. This fell him a trifle too tedious, and (as mentioned above) Alain found other means of entertaining himself, mostly on the costs of his fellow students. Few things are kept secret from the Masters, however, and some years later he could congratulate himself with an early position as a padawan – perhaps for the sole reason of keeping an eye on him.
Ironically, as it often ends for the early tiresome, Alain never connected deeply with another human being, quickly finding himself positively alone. During days of no training, he was either wandering around (never did he seem undecided, being particularly assiduous on never looking out of place), or holding his stance in the library. Combined with the few excursions he had indulged in, it expanded his view utterly. With all this information followed longing for the matters he had left behind, yet he manages to suppress these urges by training more ardent than ever, packing all his passion into wielding the blade and body as perfectly as feasible.
Employment:
Being a padawan, Alain’s main issue at the moment is growing in the ways of the Force.
Other:
Abilities
Due to inherited physics and lengthened training, Alain can pride himself with an agility few adequately aged can match. This has resulted in him focusing upon how the Force can aid him in battle, thereby making his knowledge in jumping, running and other means of stretching earthly bounds somewhat substantial. The importance of walls or other means of artificially protecting himself has been swiftly overlooked, and he is nothing but averagely skilled in throwing or otherwise wielding objects channelled through the Force. Never really upholding social chit-chat, only staying to observe and evaluate, Alain’s way of getting under people’s skin can be seen as admirable. Thus having found himself a favoured target, he has had the necessity to block people out of his mind.
Picture?
None.
RP sample:
A bundle of cloth revealed the nature of the character standing by one of the transparent walls, green eyes hunting the sleek exterior of a fire fighter. Clearly, yet another heedless citizen had been ruefully ignorant when it came to precautions. With some satisfaction, obviously under the impression that justice was to be served, the tall young man turned, robes rustling around his slender figure. Long fingers softly touched the texture of the new outfit, carefully lifting it up in order to examine it properly. The quick search altered not his view on the matter; he had no real need of another.
Yet it was not his decision to make, and the verdict was reluctant acceptance. Once again letting it slip through his grasp, the robe fluttered onto the modest bed. Alain preferred it this way. Nothing all too exaggerated. Perhaps was it his ancestry, in the back of his mind. The Jedi life was pulsating about it; to live a peaceful and cleverly manipulated life, deprived from all feelings, they were to be the rocks at the bottom of the sea – forever still. He had troubles settling in. And these were thoughts he was not supposed to ponder. Rolling his shoulders tentatively, he emerged into the corridor.
Alain Theirn Sheehy
Age:
19
Gender:
Male
Species:
Human
Home Planet:
Corellia
Allegiance:
Jedi
Lightsabre colour//weapon of choice:
His green lightsabre is indeed his weapon of choice, after which can be listen the Force and his very own body.
Preferred Rank:
Padawan
Physical Description:
Standing on feet of average length that provide him with – though this can be debated – the best of balance, Alain is 6’ 1”; thereby considered adequately tall. His skin has a mild tanned complexion, and he is fairly well-muscled - not bulging, but righteously defined. The padawan’s movements are soft and gentle, he moves with the air of someone approaching a slightly tempered nexu. Topping his height is his hair; black, and a trifle wavy. It varies in length all around his head, but one can say it reaches to about his chin. Behind his right ear - an ear which, by the way, is as normal as can be – the padawan plait can be found, dangling lazily onto his shoulder. Light, almond-shaped green eyes observe the world with a whiff of scepticism.
As for his clothes, he wears Jedi robes, however; in stead of the cloth tabards, his are made of darker leather. Other than that, there is nothing particularly interesting about the outfit, apart from the fact that he refrains from the light colours. The lightsabre, food capsules and pouches are to be found in his belt. He avoids disguises fiercely, yet with time may come a slight breach of that particular wall.
Personality:
Alain was, prior to the start of his initiate training, a rough mannered youngling. As a kid he did not hesitate on pestering others, yet refrained from such behaviour in the vicinity of pundits. Strangely enough, he had a flare for subtle manipulation, not quite grasping the entire context of this. Embarking upon the everlasting task of a Jedi, he readjusted his ruthless self. Now he appears gentler, but he exudes a rash power. A worthy ally, and though he does not readily trust, others can certainly feel free trusting him. He believes in the power of body and mind intertwined, and the fierceness of life and love. He is somewhat loyal, courteous, and courageous, and does not shy away from overt praise. A very proud character, though for what is unknown.
Though, and this being a major flaw, Alain is not particularly patient. As a matter of fact, the young man harbours no such stoicism, thus preferring to get things out of the way instantly. Still, he is composed and calm under most circumstances, and knows very well the codex and the fatality of not responding correctly to authority. It is not in his nature to be overly friendly, but he can, if it is in his interest, be quite the pleasant companion – nonetheless, his humour is not entirely up-to-date, obnoxious and sarcastic rather than mild and jokingly. He is indeed quick-witted and a dedicated learner, yet up until recently he was easily controlled by frustration. That time has swiftly passed, and even though he does not grasp something instantly, he will hopefully continue to try relentlessly.
Character History:
Born into a somewhat large family relying entirely on the father’s indigent income, one can say Alain was not as fortunate as many of the merchant sons in the neighbourhood. Yet he was only to be a part of this hapless life for four years, as he then was found rather accidentally by two passing Jedi, in Corellia on official business. Since then, he has never been contacted by his family, nor has he had the urge to do so.
Brought to Coruscant, he was taught - along with other younglings - the codex and nature of the Universe. This fell him a trifle too tedious, and (as mentioned above) Alain found other means of entertaining himself, mostly on the costs of his fellow students. Few things are kept secret from the Masters, however, and some years later he could congratulate himself with an early position as a padawan – perhaps for the sole reason of keeping an eye on him.
Ironically, as it often ends for the early tiresome, Alain never connected deeply with another human being, quickly finding himself positively alone. During days of no training, he was either wandering around (never did he seem undecided, being particularly assiduous on never looking out of place), or holding his stance in the library. Combined with the few excursions he had indulged in, it expanded his view utterly. With all this information followed longing for the matters he had left behind, yet he manages to suppress these urges by training more ardent than ever, packing all his passion into wielding the blade and body as perfectly as feasible.
Employment:
Being a padawan, Alain’s main issue at the moment is growing in the ways of the Force.
Other:
Abilities
Due to inherited physics and lengthened training, Alain can pride himself with an agility few adequately aged can match. This has resulted in him focusing upon how the Force can aid him in battle, thereby making his knowledge in jumping, running and other means of stretching earthly bounds somewhat substantial. The importance of walls or other means of artificially protecting himself has been swiftly overlooked, and he is nothing but averagely skilled in throwing or otherwise wielding objects channelled through the Force. Never really upholding social chit-chat, only staying to observe and evaluate, Alain’s way of getting under people’s skin can be seen as admirable. Thus having found himself a favoured target, he has had the necessity to block people out of his mind.
Picture?
None.
RP sample:
A bundle of cloth revealed the nature of the character standing by one of the transparent walls, green eyes hunting the sleek exterior of a fire fighter. Clearly, yet another heedless citizen had been ruefully ignorant when it came to precautions. With some satisfaction, obviously under the impression that justice was to be served, the tall young man turned, robes rustling around his slender figure. Long fingers softly touched the texture of the new outfit, carefully lifting it up in order to examine it properly. The quick search altered not his view on the matter; he had no real need of another.
Yet it was not his decision to make, and the verdict was reluctant acceptance. Once again letting it slip through his grasp, the robe fluttered onto the modest bed. Alain preferred it this way. Nothing all too exaggerated. Perhaps was it his ancestry, in the back of his mind. The Jedi life was pulsating about it; to live a peaceful and cleverly manipulated life, deprived from all feelings, they were to be the rocks at the bottom of the sea – forever still. He had troubles settling in. And these were thoughts he was not supposed to ponder. Rolling his shoulders tentatively, he emerged into the corridor.
