Name:Zeven Ron
Age: 19
Sex: Male
Species: Human
Force Sensitive: Yes
Affiliation: Zeven is not a part of a particular order, he is more or less looking for someone to teach him.
Appearance:
Abilities: Zeven has some basic abilities in the force, but has little beyond that. He is moderately skilled when it comes to using his saber though.
Possessions: A training saber (green), simple blaster pistol, handful of credits, and his old master's lightsaber (purple, does not use in combat, yet)
Personality: Zeven is a little bit quiet sometimes, but once he's comfortable he becomes more outgoing.
OPTIONAL BACKSTORY: Zeven Ron was born on a small mining planet along the rim worlds. At a young age he showed signs of force sensitivity, but did his best to hide these signs from those around him. His father was a guard for the mining site, and he never knew his mother. His father had ttold him that she had died during child birth. At the age of eleven his father had begun teaching him how to shoot a blaster, and also how to handle a vibro blade. By the age of thirteen Zeven had become a fairly good shot, and could handle himself in melee. He had also been secretly trying to figure out how to use the force.
At the age of fourteen a group of pirates had begun to raid local mining planets. As a result to this a Jedi, that was the advisor to the government of the system, and a few government ships arrived. As soon as the jedi landed he had sensed Zeven, but couldn't find him fast enough. The pirates managed to get around the government ships and attempted to raid my home. Miners tried to run for refuge, while those who could fight tried to stand their ground. Zeven was in the main building in the center of the mining site. His father had told me to run there and that he'll meet him their... he never came...
An hour later he walked out of the main building to see the jedi surrounded by Dead pirates. Next to him on the ground was his father. He was covered in blood and dirt.
Zeren to him and fell to my knees, hugging his lifeless form. The jedi had placed a hand on his shoulder, "His last words were that he loved you, and that he wanted me to train you in the force." Zeven looked up at him, "so he knew that I was hiding it?"
That day he left his home to train under this jedi. Turns out that his father had been keeping in touch with him about my force sensitivity. His now master, who's name was Raden Vron, taught him the basics of the force. Though he never wanted Zeven to join his order. He wanted to, "keep my mind open to other options," was how he put it.
5 years later his master had developed strange symptoms of sickness. He would cycle through fits of sudden rage to forgetting everything. Half of the time he would drop into a coma. Before he had the chance to finish his training he had passed away.
Now masterless and not completely trained Zeven heads to the this Jedi meeting in hope of finding someone to finish his training.
Other: does not plan on using his master's lightsaber unless he is taught how to dual wield them.
Age: 19
Sex: Male
Species: Human
Force Sensitive: Yes
Affiliation: Zeven is not a part of a particular order, he is more or less looking for someone to teach him.
Appearance:
Abilities: Zeven has some basic abilities in the force, but has little beyond that. He is moderately skilled when it comes to using his saber though.
Possessions: A training saber (green), simple blaster pistol, handful of credits, and his old master's lightsaber (purple, does not use in combat, yet)
Personality: Zeven is a little bit quiet sometimes, but once he's comfortable he becomes more outgoing.
OPTIONAL BACKSTORY: Zeven Ron was born on a small mining planet along the rim worlds. At a young age he showed signs of force sensitivity, but did his best to hide these signs from those around him. His father was a guard for the mining site, and he never knew his mother. His father had ttold him that she had died during child birth. At the age of eleven his father had begun teaching him how to shoot a blaster, and also how to handle a vibro blade. By the age of thirteen Zeven had become a fairly good shot, and could handle himself in melee. He had also been secretly trying to figure out how to use the force.
At the age of fourteen a group of pirates had begun to raid local mining planets. As a result to this a Jedi, that was the advisor to the government of the system, and a few government ships arrived. As soon as the jedi landed he had sensed Zeven, but couldn't find him fast enough. The pirates managed to get around the government ships and attempted to raid my home. Miners tried to run for refuge, while those who could fight tried to stand their ground. Zeven was in the main building in the center of the mining site. His father had told me to run there and that he'll meet him their... he never came...
An hour later he walked out of the main building to see the jedi surrounded by Dead pirates. Next to him on the ground was his father. He was covered in blood and dirt.
Zeren to him and fell to my knees, hugging his lifeless form. The jedi had placed a hand on his shoulder, "His last words were that he loved you, and that he wanted me to train you in the force." Zeven looked up at him, "so he knew that I was hiding it?"
That day he left his home to train under this jedi. Turns out that his father had been keeping in touch with him about my force sensitivity. His now master, who's name was Raden Vron, taught him the basics of the force. Though he never wanted Zeven to join his order. He wanted to, "keep my mind open to other options," was how he put it.
5 years later his master had developed strange symptoms of sickness. He would cycle through fits of sudden rage to forgetting everything. Half of the time he would drop into a coma. Before he had the chance to finish his training he had passed away.
Now masterless and not completely trained Zeven heads to the this Jedi meeting in hope of finding someone to finish his training.
Other: does not plan on using his master's lightsaber unless he is taught how to dual wield them.
from Star Wars : Shattered Galaxy role play
