Screen Name: ArcGamer
Character you wish to play: Deroke Hashadna
Race: Rodian
Faction: Currently, with the New Republic.
Background: Deroke was born in the underworld of Nar Shadaa. Being one of the last of the tetsu clan, He and his family had grown up away from the rodian homeworld. Though do to much turmoil and danger, they attempted to flee when Deroke was of the age of 16. His parents met their demise to some pirates extorting fleeing civilians from the planet. Deroke, fueled by his rodian blood, he swore to get revenge on the pirates but do to a small window of opportunity and lacking the necessary skills, He snuck onto a crowded frigate and was hauled off-world. Deroke, although used to violence and death, was not prepared to be out on his own. He cursed the pirates for making him an orphan, and cursed his parents for not raising him in a suitable environment. It wasn't until he woke up at the next space port that he realized his life would make a drastic turn. for, better or worse he knew not.
As Deroke snuck off the ship, skills he had learned from living in the undercity, he was accidentally seen by one of the crew, an older man, talking to a man in a cloak. The man yelled something and Deroke turned and almost ran into another crew member. Deroke's emotions flared up again, and when he put his hand up, he felt a small force flow through him, the crewman seemed to be shoved back aways. Shocked at this power and ability he didn't know he had, he stepped back, this time he bumped into the cloaked figure. The figure slowly dropped to knee and whispered gently to Deroke. "It's all right, young one. These men will not harm you." The cloaked figure nodded at the crewman who begrudgingly turned away. Deroke felt a calming aura and turned around to see a warm face smiling at him. "That was quite a feet you just accomplished. Where did you learn such a trick." Deroke managed to stammer a response. "It just happened...I..I d.din't know I..I could." Still smiling the cloaked figure said, "Well you seem to be either all by yourself, and in need of some guidance, I think the Jedi temple is a good place for you to learn control over your abilities." and with a knowing look said."and find some purpose to fill your life." Deroke felt like the guilt and anger he had been holding had just been struck and released. He nodded at the figure and then proceeded to board a ship and fly to the jedi temple where he would begin his new life.
Character Class (choose one): Force Sensitive(Padawan)
Items (Created Characters Must Be Thorough! What major weapons and the like does your character carry? Such as a lightsaber, a rigged Sabaac deck, a blaster pistol, vibro-knife, wookie crossbow, telescopic lenses, etc):
Currently aside from the clothes on his back, he left with the figure having no excess items, but on becoming a padawan, now carries a blue lightsaber.
Character Personality (Created Characters Must Be Thorough! Give a solid description on how your character acts, their morals, etc):
Like most Rodians, Deroke was a hot head.Although he never grew up on Rodia or within an actual clan. He still remained apt to violence and surges of emotion. Deroke, is not one to kill without reason. His family raised him with a good moral upbringing despite, him living in the sludge of the undercity. He knows the stories of his people, but feels a disconnect from them and is not likely to have any outlying loyalty to an Rodians he encounters, the jedi at the temple became his new family. A bit competitive by nature Deroke usually competes due to a strive to prove himself more so then be the the best. He has slight manners and no real acknowledgement of authority. He still clings to thoughts of revenge for his parents, and anger at them for orphaning him, but he also blames himself for his weakness and inability to protect them.
Character Alignment (Choose one): Light side, potential for walking the line.
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Sample Post (write a sample post that is at least 4 paragraphs long and containing at least 3 lines of dialogue or meet the RPG Advanced guidelines of 12 lines):
Deroke woke up slowly and rubbed his eyes. *Today is the day I find out who my master will be.* He thought, half excitedly, and half groggily. He sat and turned on his bed cupping his head in his hands. He often wondered what his parents would have thought him becoming a jedi. *Would they be proud, or would they despise me.* He thought back to the stories. *They never mentioned Rodian Jedi... but there must have been some.* he thought. self justifying himself. He definitely new there were warriors and bounty hunters, like Greedo, but Jedi? Deroke pushed the thought from his head. *It doesn't matter now, I'm going to be one whether there has been or not.
He heard a sharp but quick knock on the door. He lazily jogged to the door and opened it a crack. *A messenger, probably here to inform me of the meeting.* He thought, almost proud that he had improved in that area of the force. "Excuse me sir, but Master Skywalker has told me to inform you that they will be expecting you in the main room in ten minutes."
"Thank you." Deroke said quickly, but politely. The messenger nodded and with a corner smile he added.
"Good luck." Then he turned and bustled off down the hall. *no doubt has more messages to deliver.* Deroke thought as he closed the door and began readying himself mentally, and physically. After a quick change of clothes, and a second to calm his nerves. He left his room, locked it and begin his walk to the main room. He passed by a few people here and there, most gave a polite nod but all seemed to be busy in some sort of task. He let the thoughts go just as quickly as they came and then entered the big room. *This is it.* He thought, *Remember all the things the elder jedi taught me on the ride to the temple.* He ran through the list of things, careful not to let them overcome him as he waited to be spoke to by the masters.
I was hoping I could use my sample post for my first post, and also If anyone of the jedi wanted to take me on as a padawan.
