Not sure if I will be able to write for this RP, but since you are taking two weeks to choose who is in, things might change by the end of the month.
"In the end we only regret the chances we didn't take."
N A M E
A G E
G E N D E R
S P E C I E S
A P P E A R A N C E
P E R S O N A L I T Y
S K I L L S
E Q U I P M E N T
H I S T O R Y
M O K R A T E M
"In the end we only regret the chances we didn't take."
G E N E R A L D A T A
N A M E
Mokra Tem
A G E
30
G E N D E R
Male
S P E C I E S
Kel Dorian
A P P E A R A N C E
Mo, as he is known by his closest associates has a dark peach complexion and black eyes with silver irises. Mokra's nose falls short of becoming a beak with a gaping hole that descends into his mouth, a toothless chasm with drooping fleshy strands. In place of teeth, Mokra has an upper and lower hard palate. Framing his head are extrasensory organs, which terminate in small black tusks next to his chin. As a Kel Dorian, Mokra wears an antiox breath mask and protective goggles. He cannot breathe oxygen, carbon dioxide or nitrogen, which are all fatal to him. He must breathe Helium and a gas unique to Dorin, his home planet. The mask also amplifies his voice when out of Dorin atmosphere. Due to the extrasensory organs in his head, Mokra has heightened reflexes. As a racial trait, Mokra is considered quick and wise, but of a weaker constitution. Mokra can communicate with other Kel Dorians by using his mind in a form of telepathy.
Mo wears molded body armor of a grayish blue hue with gray shoulder spaulders and ornate light gray gauntlets with fingerless black gloves, attached. He wears dark gray canvas britches with high black leather boots. Around his waist, is a black pistol belt and holster for his sidearm. The holster is hung low on his left hip to accommodate his dominant left hand. He has a coarse brown hooded cloak he occasionally wears. It is not always present, left on his hammock or in a closet; packed, but available when needed.
Mo wears molded body armor of a grayish blue hue with gray shoulder spaulders and ornate light gray gauntlets with fingerless black gloves, attached. He wears dark gray canvas britches with high black leather boots. Around his waist, is a black pistol belt and holster for his sidearm. The holster is hung low on his left hip to accommodate his dominant left hand. He has a coarse brown hooded cloak he occasionally wears. It is not always present, left on his hammock or in a closet; packed, but available when needed.
T E C H N I C A L D A T A
P E R S O N A L I T Y
Mokra Tem is a polite, respectful and positive Kel Dorian. He genuinely cares for others and works well in a team atmosphere. He may become enraged when he perceives harm done to others especially those who are closest to him, but he is generally calm, and cool. He works well with positive encouragement and fumbles when he feels he is overly criticized. The probability he will get something wrong increases when he makes mistakes. He is overly critical of his own actions; detrimentally affected more so than when others criticize him. Although, the words of others do have an effect on his behavior, he is actually quite confident. But even the most confident of people have doubts. Encouragement promotes good deeds.
Mo has an adventurous spirit, willing to take risks to overcome an obstacle or secure an objective. He can act impulsively if his confidence is up and he truly believes he is physically capable and mentally prepared to burst into action. His adventurous spirit has gotten him and accomplices into trouble from time to time, but his victories outweigh his failures.
His Kel Dorian warrior spirit, tactically evaluates each scenario he encounters. He is constantly thinking of how he would attack or defend any structure. In the vastness of space, he imagines the potential outcomes of various scenarios based on all available information. He is constantly aware of his surroundings, ready to react if needed.
Mo is motivated by desire, both for his team and for his personal needs. If he is committed to a group, he is all in and prepared to help the group in any way possible. In his mind, if the group succeeds, Mokra Tem succeeds. He is not greedy, requiring excess, just enough to improve or be slightly comfortable.
Mo has an adventurous spirit, willing to take risks to overcome an obstacle or secure an objective. He can act impulsively if his confidence is up and he truly believes he is physically capable and mentally prepared to burst into action. His adventurous spirit has gotten him and accomplices into trouble from time to time, but his victories outweigh his failures.
His Kel Dorian warrior spirit, tactically evaluates each scenario he encounters. He is constantly thinking of how he would attack or defend any structure. In the vastness of space, he imagines the potential outcomes of various scenarios based on all available information. He is constantly aware of his surroundings, ready to react if needed.
Mo is motivated by desire, both for his team and for his personal needs. If he is committed to a group, he is all in and prepared to help the group in any way possible. In his mind, if the group succeeds, Mokra Tem succeeds. He is not greedy, requiring excess, just enough to improve or be slightly comfortable.
S K I L L S
Computers: Mokra understands several programming languages and coding. He can hack into servers protected by encryption codes. He has formal training in a school of computers on Dorin.
Martial Arts: Mokra is proficient in the use of the Dorin unarmed combat style as well as the use of bladed weapons in personal combat. His martial training has allowed him to use techniques to compensate for what may be perceived as a diminished strength.
Force Cloak: Mo has an innate ability to use Force Cloak, but does not fully understand how to use it. With training from a Jedi, he might be able to put this ability to good use. For now, it is a nuisance that comes and goes, but is never available when he needs it. This annoying trait may pop on when he is frightened, enraged or emotionally off balance.
Telepathy: This is a racial trait to communicate with other Kel Dorians. He once spoke unintentionally to a human friend telepathically. This ability is another that could be refined with time and training with the help of an experienced Jedi Master.
Pilot: Mokra can fly most medium and smaller space travelling vessels, but prefers smaller more agile craft to large cumbersome vessels.
Blaster use: He has some experience with the use of a blaster. He can hit the broad side of a barn at a hundred paces, but has never fired one in anger nor has one been discharged in his general direction.
Heightened reflexes: As a racial trait, Mokra is considered quick and wise, but of a weaker constitution. He may appear muscular, but is slightly weaker than a comparable human counterpart.
Martial Arts: Mokra is proficient in the use of the Dorin unarmed combat style as well as the use of bladed weapons in personal combat. His martial training has allowed him to use techniques to compensate for what may be perceived as a diminished strength.
Force Cloak: Mo has an innate ability to use Force Cloak, but does not fully understand how to use it. With training from a Jedi, he might be able to put this ability to good use. For now, it is a nuisance that comes and goes, but is never available when he needs it. This annoying trait may pop on when he is frightened, enraged or emotionally off balance.
Telepathy: This is a racial trait to communicate with other Kel Dorians. He once spoke unintentionally to a human friend telepathically. This ability is another that could be refined with time and training with the help of an experienced Jedi Master.
Pilot: Mokra can fly most medium and smaller space travelling vessels, but prefers smaller more agile craft to large cumbersome vessels.
Blaster use: He has some experience with the use of a blaster. He can hit the broad side of a barn at a hundred paces, but has never fired one in anger nor has one been discharged in his general direction.
Heightened reflexes: As a racial trait, Mokra is considered quick and wise, but of a weaker constitution. He may appear muscular, but is slightly weaker than a comparable human counterpart.
E Q U I P M E N T
Mokra Tem does wear armor, tailor fitted to him and paid for by his family. His father Jun Tem also gave his son a DL-18 Blaster Pistol as well as four replacement power packs. The boy acquired a curved finely folded steel sword with wood/leather scabbard while training in his teen years. The distinctive curved, slender, single-edged blade is 26" in length with a circular or squared guard and long grip to accommodate two hands. A few pouches are fastened along his gun belt to hold the power packs and other trinkets he has picked up along the way. His coarse brown hooded cloak he wears on planets with cold climates.
H I S T O R Y
3983 BBY - Born on Dorin during a time of peace, Mokra's parents welcomed the young Force Sensitive infant into their lives. They knew as a toddler, he was strong with the force and could join the Baran Do Masters at the Kel Dor Enclave shortly after his fifth birthday as a Youngling student. His parents anticipated they would lose their son to the Jedi Order, regardless of the past conflicts. The order was maintained in secret in order to protect them from those who would do them harm.
Mokra Tem never made it to the surviving Baran Do Masters. Soon after he turned five years old, his parents died in an off-world accident. Mokra Tem was by their side to witness their tragic demise. He was taken in by an elderly couple and raised as their son with no intention of ever turning the youngling over to the Jedi Masters of the Kel Dor Enclave. Jun and Ro Tem named their adopted son Mokra, meaning "gift from the heavens" and raised them as a Tem. He slowly lost all memory of his biological parents while adapting to his new living conditions.
The Tems cared for their new son as their own, cherishing their time with him. They taught him how to survive in a dangerous universe. He was instructed in the ways of the martial art form of the Dorin people. He even studied the use of bladed weapons as well as how to use a blaster. He found the blaster amusing, but preferred training and fighting with fists or with a blade than with the crudeness of a blaster.
When Mokra Tem was seven years old he knocked over a vase in his parent's house. It was a cherished artifact of some sentimental value. His mother, Ro Tem heard the vase break and yelled Mokra's name. Out of fear for being caught doing something wrong, Mokra wished himself invisible. The panic of the desperate moment coupled with a desire to be invisible, and his back to a wall, he successfully photo-kinetically bent light and sound waves around him, making himself invisible to his mother. She stood over him looking left and right; everywhere but at him. Mokra did not realize at first, she could not see him. He was simply frightened, saying nothing for several seconds. As Ro Tem gave up looking for him, Mokra revealed himself to her. The boy did not know she could not see him. He relaxed and his cloak disappeared. She then learned he was standing in front of her the whole time. Both parent and child were shocked. They stood, staring at one another for at least a full minute.
"How did you do that, Mokra!?" Ro exclaimed as she dropped to one knee grabbing him by both shoulders.
The boy shook his head in anxious fear. He sobbed and shuddered, "I do not know, mother." He was frightened by both what happened to him and the unknown punishment his mother would certainly dole out.
Ro Tem noted the boy’s frightened state and honesty about not knowing what happened. Forgetting about the broken vase, she pulled Mokra close and gave him a warm loving embrace. She reassured her young son, that his well-being was more important than her husband's vase.
It is a racial trait of the Kel Dorians to communicate telepathically. Often, communication in the Tem household was silent. Mokra grew up accustomed to the silent communication of the Kel Dorian people in his own home. Often when out in public, they would use voice communications. Mokra is quite comfortable and accustomed to telepathy amongst his own kind.
Once when he was 19 years of age, he was with a human friend on the planet, Coruscant. The pair of young men were imbibing alcohol at a local establishment and got into a fight with a pair of seedy Balosars. The local constabulary pursued Mokra and his friend across several city blocks. During a high stress moment, Mokra shouted to his friend telepathically. The human did not realize it was telepathic communication, but responded appropriately to Mokra's instruction. It wasn't until after they lost their pursuers they realized what happened. Mokra has not been able to repeat this ability since that rare moment. He has never forgotten that event.
As a young man, Mokra Tem learned everything there is to know about computers. He studied them daily and became quite proficient in several programming languages as well as how to bypass encryption codes and hack into secure servers. This skill has served him quite well in his adult life. He received formal training in computers as a teenager in school on the planet, Dorin.
After Mokra became an adult, he pursued a career as a pilot. He traveled to Coruscant to learn to fly. He trained on several different craft. He was eventually certified in most light and medium sized freighters as well as lighter single-seat aircraft. Although, he prefers to work with the smaller more agile vessel, he plies his skills as a pilot aboard freighters as a means to earn a living.
For the past decade, Mokra Tem has been travelling the known universe working for ship captains serving either as pilot, navigator or deck hand aboard various ships. Three years ago, he made friends with a man named Del Quin’jorra, who captained a small freighter named Quillwing. The two found themselves on the shit end of the Hutt Cartel more often than Mo would like to admit. They smuggled spice, weapons and even people across the known universe. At first everything seemed fine, but the more they worked for Frizo the Hutt, the more things seemed to be slipping out of their control. It seemed as the Hutts, well at tleast Frizo was attempting to set up Del and Mo to be their property. Frizo would often refer to the Quillwing as his ship, implying he owned it and its crew. When Mo and Del lost a shipment of slaves heading to a spice mine, Frizo got upset, eventually banishing the pair to the inner rim. Work was slim and the they found it difficult to make ends meet.
Finally, a call came in for them to run some weapons out of Nar Shaddaa. Mo and Del both agreed this was exactly what they needed to get their operation back up and running. They were more than eager to head to one of the largest crime capitals of the Galaxy, Nar Shaddaa. Once they arrived, their worst fears were imagined. Frizo the Hutt took ownership of their ship, leaving the pair stranded on the Smuggler’s Moon.
When Mokra believed all was lost. He was stuck on this hell hole with his friend, Del and no way to leave. He was desperate and felt compelled to take whatever deal, the Zabrak, Mol was planning to offer them.
Mokra Tem never made it to the surviving Baran Do Masters. Soon after he turned five years old, his parents died in an off-world accident. Mokra Tem was by their side to witness their tragic demise. He was taken in by an elderly couple and raised as their son with no intention of ever turning the youngling over to the Jedi Masters of the Kel Dor Enclave. Jun and Ro Tem named their adopted son Mokra, meaning "gift from the heavens" and raised them as a Tem. He slowly lost all memory of his biological parents while adapting to his new living conditions.
The Tems cared for their new son as their own, cherishing their time with him. They taught him how to survive in a dangerous universe. He was instructed in the ways of the martial art form of the Dorin people. He even studied the use of bladed weapons as well as how to use a blaster. He found the blaster amusing, but preferred training and fighting with fists or with a blade than with the crudeness of a blaster.
When Mokra Tem was seven years old he knocked over a vase in his parent's house. It was a cherished artifact of some sentimental value. His mother, Ro Tem heard the vase break and yelled Mokra's name. Out of fear for being caught doing something wrong, Mokra wished himself invisible. The panic of the desperate moment coupled with a desire to be invisible, and his back to a wall, he successfully photo-kinetically bent light and sound waves around him, making himself invisible to his mother. She stood over him looking left and right; everywhere but at him. Mokra did not realize at first, she could not see him. He was simply frightened, saying nothing for several seconds. As Ro Tem gave up looking for him, Mokra revealed himself to her. The boy did not know she could not see him. He relaxed and his cloak disappeared. She then learned he was standing in front of her the whole time. Both parent and child were shocked. They stood, staring at one another for at least a full minute.
"How did you do that, Mokra!?" Ro exclaimed as she dropped to one knee grabbing him by both shoulders.
The boy shook his head in anxious fear. He sobbed and shuddered, "I do not know, mother." He was frightened by both what happened to him and the unknown punishment his mother would certainly dole out.
Ro Tem noted the boy’s frightened state and honesty about not knowing what happened. Forgetting about the broken vase, she pulled Mokra close and gave him a warm loving embrace. She reassured her young son, that his well-being was more important than her husband's vase.
It is a racial trait of the Kel Dorians to communicate telepathically. Often, communication in the Tem household was silent. Mokra grew up accustomed to the silent communication of the Kel Dorian people in his own home. Often when out in public, they would use voice communications. Mokra is quite comfortable and accustomed to telepathy amongst his own kind.
Once when he was 19 years of age, he was with a human friend on the planet, Coruscant. The pair of young men were imbibing alcohol at a local establishment and got into a fight with a pair of seedy Balosars. The local constabulary pursued Mokra and his friend across several city blocks. During a high stress moment, Mokra shouted to his friend telepathically. The human did not realize it was telepathic communication, but responded appropriately to Mokra's instruction. It wasn't until after they lost their pursuers they realized what happened. Mokra has not been able to repeat this ability since that rare moment. He has never forgotten that event.
As a young man, Mokra Tem learned everything there is to know about computers. He studied them daily and became quite proficient in several programming languages as well as how to bypass encryption codes and hack into secure servers. This skill has served him quite well in his adult life. He received formal training in computers as a teenager in school on the planet, Dorin.
After Mokra became an adult, he pursued a career as a pilot. He traveled to Coruscant to learn to fly. He trained on several different craft. He was eventually certified in most light and medium sized freighters as well as lighter single-seat aircraft. Although, he prefers to work with the smaller more agile vessel, he plies his skills as a pilot aboard freighters as a means to earn a living.
For the past decade, Mokra Tem has been travelling the known universe working for ship captains serving either as pilot, navigator or deck hand aboard various ships. Three years ago, he made friends with a man named Del Quin’jorra, who captained a small freighter named Quillwing. The two found themselves on the shit end of the Hutt Cartel more often than Mo would like to admit. They smuggled spice, weapons and even people across the known universe. At first everything seemed fine, but the more they worked for Frizo the Hutt, the more things seemed to be slipping out of their control. It seemed as the Hutts, well at tleast Frizo was attempting to set up Del and Mo to be their property. Frizo would often refer to the Quillwing as his ship, implying he owned it and its crew. When Mo and Del lost a shipment of slaves heading to a spice mine, Frizo got upset, eventually banishing the pair to the inner rim. Work was slim and the they found it difficult to make ends meet.
Finally, a call came in for them to run some weapons out of Nar Shaddaa. Mo and Del both agreed this was exactly what they needed to get their operation back up and running. They were more than eager to head to one of the largest crime capitals of the Galaxy, Nar Shaddaa. Once they arrived, their worst fears were imagined. Frizo the Hutt took ownership of their ship, leaving the pair stranded on the Smuggler’s Moon.
When Mokra believed all was lost. He was stuck on this hell hole with his friend, Del and no way to leave. He was desperate and felt compelled to take whatever deal, the Zabrak, Mol was planning to offer them.
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