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Just finished my character up, and I'm somewhat satisfied with the result. I'll certainly end up developing his personality as the RP plays out. Everyone's characters are looking good!
I'm still slowly chipping away on mine, haven't had much time to work on it with the holidays and all. I should be finished soon!
Name: Oskar Hartmann
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Physical Description: Oskar stands at 6’3 and weighs 190 pounds, with broad shoulders and long arms. Little fat is present on his frame, mostly sinewy muscle mass, though Oskar is far from a body builder’s physique. He earned his build through purely functional tasks, like swimming, running, and climbing, so he possesses no bulging forearms or beefy thighs. Oskar’s hands and feet are both extremely callused from years of gripping coarse rock. His skin, perhaps a little weather-beaten, is nicked with a scar or two here and there, but none very large. Oskar’s lean body type is reflected in his facial structure. His head is long and narrow, with a sharp jawline and defined cheekbones, though these features are slightly distorted by a stubbly beard that he maintains. Two scars mar Oskar’s left cheek; one mirrors the shape of his lower eyelid in a wide arc about an inch below his eye, and his second is half an inch below the other, extending two inches down before tapering off. Neither are very deep or ugly, but they are certainly unique. His chestnut-colored hair is cut in a long fade, swept upwards and to the side. Oskar’s hair does a good job of concealing the antlers that persistently grow from his head. The antlers are the same color and texture as bone, though much thicker and stronger than any in the human body save for the femur. When they grow, the antlers begin as a single spike, but gradually branch out into numerous points. Unlike deer or elk, Oskar’s antlers don’t have a velvet coating in early stages, and they grow quite rapidly. He cuts them down to the pedicle every morning, a fairly painless procure, to keep them hidden beneath his hair.
Mundane Skills:
-Graduated from the University of Munich with a major in journalism and minor in photography
-Avid hiker, mountain climber, swimmer, and rock climber
-Overall good physical condition
-Knowledgeable of basic survival skills (ex. Finding/making shelter, starting fires, foraging, navigational techniques)
Supernatural: Oskar has always felt a special connection to wildlife growing up in German’s countryside. After the reemergence of magic, this relationship took a strange turn. At first, it was barely noticeable. On his regular hiking trips, animals on the side of the trail seemed to linger a few seconds longer. Crickets and songbirds didn’t stop chirping as he walked right next to them. These irregularities, Oskar barely noticed. The connection slowly increased, although it was still hard to tell one was even present. When in nature, animals were more docile towards him, allowing themselves to be photographed before wandering off. Animals also appeared in higher frequency to Oskar while he wandered the woods, as they no longer actively avoided him. While Oskar found this strange, he figured that after spending so much time in nature, he was very relaxed when among animals, and the creatures could almost sense that he meant no harm.
Then wildlife began approaching him. The curious creatures, from ferocious carnivores to skittish herbivores, would slowly walk up to him, even allowing Oskar to touch them. He knew that, while it was rare, some animals who had never seen humans before didn’t see them as a threat, and therefore had no fear of them. However, these creatures had certainly seen man in the past. This was the first red flag for Oskar. Soon after, animals started actively following him. Both predator and prey could often be found following his footsteps in the wild, with wolves peacefully trotting alongside deer. When he went inside, a small flock of birds sitting on the telephone wires would often greet him once he walked outside. Some days when waking up, he could see a grey wolf from his window, almost as if the animal was guarding him while he slept. At this point, Oskar knew something was wrong, but he didn’t know how serious it was until two small bumps formed on his head. These bumps grew at a rapid speed, becoming full-fledged antlers in a matter of days. During this period, his bond to nature seemed the stronger, but Oskar quickly cut the antlers off when returning to civilization.
Character History: The Hartmann family can trace its origins back to the very first tribes that occupied modern-day Germany. His grandparents were both children during WWII, but saw little of the fighting that took place since they lived in a small town nestled beneath the Alps. The impact of the war, however, was quite harsh on them, and they grew up poor. Oskar’s grandparents worked hard to make sure their children, including Oskar’s mother and father, could attend school. His parents both lived in the same little town they grew up in, fell in love, an opened a lumber company together. Then, Oskar’s older brother, Dierter, was born, and Oskar followed five years after.
Oskar’s youth was largely shaped by his grandparents, a kind, working-class couple who acted as a second set of parents for him. His grandmother, in particular, had a large impact on his life. The elder was always eager to tell her grandson old folktales, from Washington Irving to the Brothers Grimm, giving Oskar quite the knack for story-telling. She also told him of the Hartmann family history, some fact, with plenty of fiction to grab the attention of a young boy. Oskar’s grandmother told him stories of his ancestors living in Germany’s Black Forest, living in harmony with the nature around them and protecting the beasts of the woods from invaders. These tales stuck with Oskar, and he spent many hours playing in the forests with his older brother, making legends of their own.
Oskar’s teenage years were spent in a very similar fashion to his childhood. He spent a large amount of time outdoors hiking, rock climbing, and swimming to the point that his parents joked he was a feral child. When not running around like a wild man, Oskar was usually engulfed in a novel or newspaper, though he still enjoyed the occasional tall tale. Unsurprisingly, he decided to pursue a career in journalism, where he could enjoy both of his passions; writing and traveling. Following his brother, Oskar attended the University of Munich and graduated with a major in journalism and a minor in photography. Dierter, having met and fallen in love with an American girl at school, moved back with the woman and shortly after married her. Oskar took the complete opposite path, working as a freelance journalist and traveling the globe. His stories were never anything groundbreaking, generally restricted to cultural studies and wildlife examinations, but he managed to etch out a living and forge a decent reputation for himself. Oskar travelled extensively in South America, Africa, and South Asia, greatly maturing in this period.
Oskar hardly noticed the Emergence at first, his powers being so mundane they could be passed off as nothing. Animals were much friendlier to him, but that was about it. His brother contacted him and told Oskar of a family of albino white-tailed deer in the White Mountains near his home, suggesting it could make for an interesting story. Oskar agreed, seeing it as a chance to visit Dierter, and flew to New Hampshire. He tracked the family of deer for a week before finally finding them. During this period, a pair of antlers grew from his head, and when he returned home, Oskar promptly cut them off. Both he and his brother were reminded of the stories their grandmother told of their ancestors, the forest guardians, but knew his strange abilities were caused by the Emergence. Oskar desperately wanted to return to Germany, but his brother warned him that the government was actively hunting Emergents, and he would be rooted out in the airport and taken away. Dierter allowed Oskar to stay with him and his wife until it was safe.
Psychological Profile: The Emergence has Oskar rather scared, not just because of his powers, but the government’s reaction to the event. It is startlingly similar to his grandparent’s stories of their Jewish neighbors being rounded up like cattle and sent to the work camps. Although the US government says that no harm will become of them, Oskar has a feeling that the captured Emergents are subjected to either death or experimentation. He hasn’t heard word of any other government’s reaction, but only prays that he might be able to seek refuge in Germany. Oskar’s abilities aren’t overly obvious, so he hopes he can conceal them for as long as possible. Out of all the abilities that Oskar heard about on the TV, like inhuman strength and energy manipulation, he is quite pleased with his ability, although he would rather have none if possible. His power helps immensely with his work, as Oskar is now able to get shots of nature no photographer would ever dream of. He used to occasionally hunt wild game with his father and brother, but stopped after the Emergence, as the animals would walk up to him with absolute trust. Oskar eats much less meat than he used to as well.
For a man who spends most of his time alone, Oskar is a surprisingly social guy. He enjoys going out on the weekends, spending time with his friends, and meeting new people. What makes him almost introverted is that he doesn’t crave human interaction like most do; Oskar could spend a year isolated from the rest of the world just as easily as he could live in a large city, surrounded by people. In general, he is a laid-back individual who is very easy to talk to. He has a good heart, always trying to do right by the world, and this trait has caused him significant stress in recent days. As a journalist, Oskar knows he could bring the story of the Emergents to the world, exposing their strife, but this would undoubtedly result in his capture by the government. Besides, he is accustomed to writing stories about rare animals, adventures, and unique locations, not the oppression of an entire people.
Possessions:
-1970 BMW /5 motorcycle
-Assorted camping, climbing, and photography equipment
-Savage model 110 hunting rifle
Occupation: Freelance journalist/photographer
Relationships
Max - His three year old Leonberger, Oskar takes his faithful companion with him everywhere. He was given to Oskar by an Austrian trapper he wrote a story on; the man was so entertained by Oskar’s company that he gave him one of his pups that he bred. Max is a very loyal dog, but not overly aggressive. He’s quite large, although considered average in Leonberger standards, weighing 145 pounds and 30 inches tall at his withers.
Dierter Hartmann – Oskar’s brother and friend, the two have never grown apart despite the distance between them. Although Dierter is much more serious than his brother, when Oskar is around the two are extremely playful. Oskar is currently living with his brother until it is safe to return home.
Amanda Hartmann – His brother’s wife, almost as stern as her husband. She is pregnant, and already has a mother’s overprotective nature, particularly to Oskar.
Albert and Clara Hartmann – Oskar’s parents in Germany. He is close to both of them, but his work doesn’t allow him to visit much, so he is usually restricted to calling or skyping them. Although they both have blue-collar jobs at the family’s lumber yard, they are glad that both of their sons are better off than they are, just as they are better off than their own parents.
Irma Hartmann – Oskar’s only living grandparent. She is the biggest influence in Oskar’s life, embedding in him an interest in nature and story-telling. He talks to her almost every day on the phone, telling her of his adventures and exploits. Irma has a deep wanderlust, but having grown up in post-war Germany, she never had a chance to travel until she was old, so she lives vicariously through her grandsons.
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Physical Description: Oskar stands at 6’3 and weighs 190 pounds, with broad shoulders and long arms. Little fat is present on his frame, mostly sinewy muscle mass, though Oskar is far from a body builder’s physique. He earned his build through purely functional tasks, like swimming, running, and climbing, so he possesses no bulging forearms or beefy thighs. Oskar’s hands and feet are both extremely callused from years of gripping coarse rock. His skin, perhaps a little weather-beaten, is nicked with a scar or two here and there, but none very large. Oskar’s lean body type is reflected in his facial structure. His head is long and narrow, with a sharp jawline and defined cheekbones, though these features are slightly distorted by a stubbly beard that he maintains. Two scars mar Oskar’s left cheek; one mirrors the shape of his lower eyelid in a wide arc about an inch below his eye, and his second is half an inch below the other, extending two inches down before tapering off. Neither are very deep or ugly, but they are certainly unique. His chestnut-colored hair is cut in a long fade, swept upwards and to the side. Oskar’s hair does a good job of concealing the antlers that persistently grow from his head. The antlers are the same color and texture as bone, though much thicker and stronger than any in the human body save for the femur. When they grow, the antlers begin as a single spike, but gradually branch out into numerous points. Unlike deer or elk, Oskar’s antlers don’t have a velvet coating in early stages, and they grow quite rapidly. He cuts them down to the pedicle every morning, a fairly painless procure, to keep them hidden beneath his hair.
Mundane Skills:
-Graduated from the University of Munich with a major in journalism and minor in photography
-Avid hiker, mountain climber, swimmer, and rock climber
-Overall good physical condition
-Knowledgeable of basic survival skills (ex. Finding/making shelter, starting fires, foraging, navigational techniques)
Supernatural: Oskar has always felt a special connection to wildlife growing up in German’s countryside. After the reemergence of magic, this relationship took a strange turn. At first, it was barely noticeable. On his regular hiking trips, animals on the side of the trail seemed to linger a few seconds longer. Crickets and songbirds didn’t stop chirping as he walked right next to them. These irregularities, Oskar barely noticed. The connection slowly increased, although it was still hard to tell one was even present. When in nature, animals were more docile towards him, allowing themselves to be photographed before wandering off. Animals also appeared in higher frequency to Oskar while he wandered the woods, as they no longer actively avoided him. While Oskar found this strange, he figured that after spending so much time in nature, he was very relaxed when among animals, and the creatures could almost sense that he meant no harm.
Then wildlife began approaching him. The curious creatures, from ferocious carnivores to skittish herbivores, would slowly walk up to him, even allowing Oskar to touch them. He knew that, while it was rare, some animals who had never seen humans before didn’t see them as a threat, and therefore had no fear of them. However, these creatures had certainly seen man in the past. This was the first red flag for Oskar. Soon after, animals started actively following him. Both predator and prey could often be found following his footsteps in the wild, with wolves peacefully trotting alongside deer. When he went inside, a small flock of birds sitting on the telephone wires would often greet him once he walked outside. Some days when waking up, he could see a grey wolf from his window, almost as if the animal was guarding him while he slept. At this point, Oskar knew something was wrong, but he didn’t know how serious it was until two small bumps formed on his head. These bumps grew at a rapid speed, becoming full-fledged antlers in a matter of days. During this period, his bond to nature seemed the stronger, but Oskar quickly cut the antlers off when returning to civilization.
Character History: The Hartmann family can trace its origins back to the very first tribes that occupied modern-day Germany. His grandparents were both children during WWII, but saw little of the fighting that took place since they lived in a small town nestled beneath the Alps. The impact of the war, however, was quite harsh on them, and they grew up poor. Oskar’s grandparents worked hard to make sure their children, including Oskar’s mother and father, could attend school. His parents both lived in the same little town they grew up in, fell in love, an opened a lumber company together. Then, Oskar’s older brother, Dierter, was born, and Oskar followed five years after.
Oskar’s youth was largely shaped by his grandparents, a kind, working-class couple who acted as a second set of parents for him. His grandmother, in particular, had a large impact on his life. The elder was always eager to tell her grandson old folktales, from Washington Irving to the Brothers Grimm, giving Oskar quite the knack for story-telling. She also told him of the Hartmann family history, some fact, with plenty of fiction to grab the attention of a young boy. Oskar’s grandmother told him stories of his ancestors living in Germany’s Black Forest, living in harmony with the nature around them and protecting the beasts of the woods from invaders. These tales stuck with Oskar, and he spent many hours playing in the forests with his older brother, making legends of their own.
Oskar’s teenage years were spent in a very similar fashion to his childhood. He spent a large amount of time outdoors hiking, rock climbing, and swimming to the point that his parents joked he was a feral child. When not running around like a wild man, Oskar was usually engulfed in a novel or newspaper, though he still enjoyed the occasional tall tale. Unsurprisingly, he decided to pursue a career in journalism, where he could enjoy both of his passions; writing and traveling. Following his brother, Oskar attended the University of Munich and graduated with a major in journalism and a minor in photography. Dierter, having met and fallen in love with an American girl at school, moved back with the woman and shortly after married her. Oskar took the complete opposite path, working as a freelance journalist and traveling the globe. His stories were never anything groundbreaking, generally restricted to cultural studies and wildlife examinations, but he managed to etch out a living and forge a decent reputation for himself. Oskar travelled extensively in South America, Africa, and South Asia, greatly maturing in this period.
Oskar hardly noticed the Emergence at first, his powers being so mundane they could be passed off as nothing. Animals were much friendlier to him, but that was about it. His brother contacted him and told Oskar of a family of albino white-tailed deer in the White Mountains near his home, suggesting it could make for an interesting story. Oskar agreed, seeing it as a chance to visit Dierter, and flew to New Hampshire. He tracked the family of deer for a week before finally finding them. During this period, a pair of antlers grew from his head, and when he returned home, Oskar promptly cut them off. Both he and his brother were reminded of the stories their grandmother told of their ancestors, the forest guardians, but knew his strange abilities were caused by the Emergence. Oskar desperately wanted to return to Germany, but his brother warned him that the government was actively hunting Emergents, and he would be rooted out in the airport and taken away. Dierter allowed Oskar to stay with him and his wife until it was safe.
Psychological Profile: The Emergence has Oskar rather scared, not just because of his powers, but the government’s reaction to the event. It is startlingly similar to his grandparent’s stories of their Jewish neighbors being rounded up like cattle and sent to the work camps. Although the US government says that no harm will become of them, Oskar has a feeling that the captured Emergents are subjected to either death or experimentation. He hasn’t heard word of any other government’s reaction, but only prays that he might be able to seek refuge in Germany. Oskar’s abilities aren’t overly obvious, so he hopes he can conceal them for as long as possible. Out of all the abilities that Oskar heard about on the TV, like inhuman strength and energy manipulation, he is quite pleased with his ability, although he would rather have none if possible. His power helps immensely with his work, as Oskar is now able to get shots of nature no photographer would ever dream of. He used to occasionally hunt wild game with his father and brother, but stopped after the Emergence, as the animals would walk up to him with absolute trust. Oskar eats much less meat than he used to as well.
For a man who spends most of his time alone, Oskar is a surprisingly social guy. He enjoys going out on the weekends, spending time with his friends, and meeting new people. What makes him almost introverted is that he doesn’t crave human interaction like most do; Oskar could spend a year isolated from the rest of the world just as easily as he could live in a large city, surrounded by people. In general, he is a laid-back individual who is very easy to talk to. He has a good heart, always trying to do right by the world, and this trait has caused him significant stress in recent days. As a journalist, Oskar knows he could bring the story of the Emergents to the world, exposing their strife, but this would undoubtedly result in his capture by the government. Besides, he is accustomed to writing stories about rare animals, adventures, and unique locations, not the oppression of an entire people.
Possessions:
-1970 BMW /5 motorcycle
-Assorted camping, climbing, and photography equipment
-Savage model 110 hunting rifle
Occupation: Freelance journalist/photographer
Relationships
Max - His three year old Leonberger, Oskar takes his faithful companion with him everywhere. He was given to Oskar by an Austrian trapper he wrote a story on; the man was so entertained by Oskar’s company that he gave him one of his pups that he bred. Max is a very loyal dog, but not overly aggressive. He’s quite large, although considered average in Leonberger standards, weighing 145 pounds and 30 inches tall at his withers.
Dierter Hartmann – Oskar’s brother and friend, the two have never grown apart despite the distance between them. Although Dierter is much more serious than his brother, when Oskar is around the two are extremely playful. Oskar is currently living with his brother until it is safe to return home.
Amanda Hartmann – His brother’s wife, almost as stern as her husband. She is pregnant, and already has a mother’s overprotective nature, particularly to Oskar.
Albert and Clara Hartmann – Oskar’s parents in Germany. He is close to both of them, but his work doesn’t allow him to visit much, so he is usually restricted to calling or skyping them. Although they both have blue-collar jobs at the family’s lumber yard, they are glad that both of their sons are better off than they are, just as they are better off than their own parents.
Irma Hartmann – Oskar’s only living grandparent. She is the biggest influence in Oskar’s life, embedding in him an interest in nature and story-telling. He talks to her almost every day on the phone, telling her of his adventures and exploits. Irma has a deep wanderlust, but having grown up in post-war Germany, she never had a chance to travel until she was old, so she lives vicariously through her grandsons.
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The Ebon Hawk’s regulated temperature and humidity didn’t feel so comfortable for the Tusken huddled away in the ship’s cargo bay, his tan rags tightly wrapped around his frame. Mrak had spent the entire night, or at least what he interpreted as a night aboard the ship, in the depths of the cargo hold rather than join the other jedi recruits in the cramped barracks. The thought of shedding his robes and sleeping in a single room with a group of strangers sent chills down his spine, though that might have been from the ship’s temperature as well. Although Thul had done his best to acclimate the Tusken to modern civilization, Mrak’s tribal customs still persisted. Exposing bare flesh to anyone who wasn’t your mate within the confines of your own tent was a death sentence in Tusken culture, and Mrak could barely stand to go without his mask, let alone his robes. No, Mrak would rather freeze to death in the cargo bay than break his old habits; it was too much of a shock for him to handle. Upon initially boarding the Ebon Hawk on Tatooine, the young Tusken eagerly explored the ship in awe, examining the engine bay in particular, though was completely unfamiliar with the system. The most advanced piece of machinery he ever operated was a small speeder, and Mrak was fascinated by the idea of a “speeder” this large. His infatuation was quickly cut off, however, when he found himself in the cockpit as the ship took off into the atmosphere. The pilots had a good laugh when the Tusken ran in terror as the ship left the ground. After this incident, he became even more reclusive.
”We’ve now landed on Dantooine,” a voice declared seemingly from nowhere. Mrak searched for the source, fearing his hiding spot was compromised, but couldn’t find anyone. “Please gather your things and head to the docking ramp.” After a couple more minutes of exploring the cargo bay, Mrak figured the person must have left, so he decided to simply follow their instructions. He grabbed his bag, filled with his armor and various other belongings, and made his way towards the landing bay. Although he only ventured through the ship for a brief time before retreating to the cargo bay, Mrak knew exactly where to go. His sense of direction was uncanny, developed from years of trekking through the endless desert landscape. At the ramp, Mrak was met by the other recruits, a wide variety of species from all reaches of the galaxy. The Tusken kept his distance from them, as he was completely unfamiliar with almost anything other than native people of Tatooine. With a hiss of the hydraulics, the ramp lowered, letting in a gust of warmer air and much needed natural light. Here, Mrak was one of the first off the ship, eager to get his feet on familiar ground. When he hit the landing pad, however, the world around him was anything but familiar. The first anomaly Mrak noticed was the world’s lack of a second sun; it felt cold without it, and dark. The climate, while warmer than the ship, was still uncomfortable for the Tusken. He sighed, immediately longing for his harsh homeworld. The architecture of Dantooine struck Mrak as curious as well; why were these buildings constructed of metal and concrete, rather than clay, like the great cities of Tatooine? They failed to complement blend into the surrounding environment, a sweeping green and yellow landscape. He had little time to take in the world before the group shuffled off, and he trailed behind, his eye still observing every minute detail of Dantooine.
Upon entering the dormitories, Mrak tossed his pack into the nearest empty room, hoping no one would join him. Seeing a bed positioned across from his made him uncomfortable, knowing that he might have a roommate, but it was better than the barracks on the shio. The idea of segregating housing based on gender struck him as odd, but he made no complaint. Mrak followed the jedi with the other recruits to the council chambers, where he was introduced to his future instructors. He was unsure how a female, Briana, would be capable of training him in saber combat, since combat positions in Tusken culture are generally restricted to men, but Mrak knew he was in a whole other world now. Force training, he dreaded. Thul, his old friend, had attempted to teach Mrak the basics of Force “tricks”, but to limited success. The lore section interested the Tusken though, as he greatly enjoyed the stories his tribe’s shaman would tell; perhaps this would be similar. When he was handed a datapad, however, Mrak’s heart sank. He peered into the screen, which contained the strange symbols Thul identified as Basic. He had a rudimentary grasp of the written language, but the text on the screen was beyond his level. Mrak had faced challenges in the past, but always focused on physical, rather than mental strength. When Thul said he would be trained to become a great warrior, Mrak assumed it would simply be combat training, not history lessons. This would be a struggle, but the Tusken was certain he would prevail. He had to. Once weapon training was mentioned, however, Mrak’s spirits rose, and his confidence was restored. He needed the familiar feeling of a weapon in his rugged hands in the unfamiliar world. Before the group disbanded, a strange, furry creature raised his hand, and suddenly all eyes were upon him. The beast reminded Mrak of his bantha mount at home, and the thought of riding this sentient creature around the temple forced him to stifle a chuckle.
”We’ve now landed on Dantooine,” a voice declared seemingly from nowhere. Mrak searched for the source, fearing his hiding spot was compromised, but couldn’t find anyone. “Please gather your things and head to the docking ramp.” After a couple more minutes of exploring the cargo bay, Mrak figured the person must have left, so he decided to simply follow their instructions. He grabbed his bag, filled with his armor and various other belongings, and made his way towards the landing bay. Although he only ventured through the ship for a brief time before retreating to the cargo bay, Mrak knew exactly where to go. His sense of direction was uncanny, developed from years of trekking through the endless desert landscape. At the ramp, Mrak was met by the other recruits, a wide variety of species from all reaches of the galaxy. The Tusken kept his distance from them, as he was completely unfamiliar with almost anything other than native people of Tatooine. With a hiss of the hydraulics, the ramp lowered, letting in a gust of warmer air and much needed natural light. Here, Mrak was one of the first off the ship, eager to get his feet on familiar ground. When he hit the landing pad, however, the world around him was anything but familiar. The first anomaly Mrak noticed was the world’s lack of a second sun; it felt cold without it, and dark. The climate, while warmer than the ship, was still uncomfortable for the Tusken. He sighed, immediately longing for his harsh homeworld. The architecture of Dantooine struck Mrak as curious as well; why were these buildings constructed of metal and concrete, rather than clay, like the great cities of Tatooine? They failed to complement blend into the surrounding environment, a sweeping green and yellow landscape. He had little time to take in the world before the group shuffled off, and he trailed behind, his eye still observing every minute detail of Dantooine.
Upon entering the dormitories, Mrak tossed his pack into the nearest empty room, hoping no one would join him. Seeing a bed positioned across from his made him uncomfortable, knowing that he might have a roommate, but it was better than the barracks on the shio. The idea of segregating housing based on gender struck him as odd, but he made no complaint. Mrak followed the jedi with the other recruits to the council chambers, where he was introduced to his future instructors. He was unsure how a female, Briana, would be capable of training him in saber combat, since combat positions in Tusken culture are generally restricted to men, but Mrak knew he was in a whole other world now. Force training, he dreaded. Thul, his old friend, had attempted to teach Mrak the basics of Force “tricks”, but to limited success. The lore section interested the Tusken though, as he greatly enjoyed the stories his tribe’s shaman would tell; perhaps this would be similar. When he was handed a datapad, however, Mrak’s heart sank. He peered into the screen, which contained the strange symbols Thul identified as Basic. He had a rudimentary grasp of the written language, but the text on the screen was beyond his level. Mrak had faced challenges in the past, but always focused on physical, rather than mental strength. When Thul said he would be trained to become a great warrior, Mrak assumed it would simply be combat training, not history lessons. This would be a struggle, but the Tusken was certain he would prevail. He had to. Once weapon training was mentioned, however, Mrak’s spirits rose, and his confidence was restored. He needed the familiar feeling of a weapon in his rugged hands in the unfamiliar world. Before the group disbanded, a strange, furry creature raised his hand, and suddenly all eyes were upon him. The beast reminded Mrak of his bantha mount at home, and the thought of riding this sentient creature around the temple forced him to stifle a chuckle.
The Emperors Blade said
OK Shivershiver this is my apology to you. I jumped the gun with my assumptions about your character. Truth be told its beautifully written and deep. I very much enjoyed actually reading it. If only for the sake of watching you rp I think I will join this.
Oh jeez, thanks! Pressure is on now :P Looking forward to have you onboard!
I'll probably post Saturday, I still have to write a paper for school that'll occupy my time until then. On a side note, I recall seeing a couple of people who posted in the interest check, but haven't made it to the OOC. Should we contact them, or are we well off as it is?
knighthawk said
Tusken are technophobes, the lightsaber would be a sin to them, but perhaps a jedi katana would be more likely.
While I certainly don't deny Tuskens despise technology, I'd say that their admiration for combat prowess overrules the culture's aversion to technology. Since lightsabers, unlike blasters and other weapons, rely upon physical strength, form, and dexterity, it is likely that they would accept this weapon because their culture puts a high value on these traits. In fact, several Tusken tribes united under the warlord Sharad Hett, a fallen jedi who wielded a lightsaber, so it's not impossible they wouldn't shun the weapon. It is also important to remember that there are various tribes of Tusken Raiders who undoubtedly differ in culture and beliefs, but haven't been documented because of their xenophobic nature, so some deviation from what we know is possible.
The Emperors Blade said
I was going to join until i saw a "tusken jedi" which isnt really plausible.. The only "Tusken" jedi there was was Darth Krayt and he wasn't even really a Tusken.
I didn't state he was a true Tusken; he's a human, just like Darth Krayt. I never actually knew about Darth Krayt up until you mentioned him, but now I realize that my character's background is quite similar to Krayt's. Also, my character isn't a jedi (along with the rest of the characters, actually), just a force-sensitive who was pushed towards jedi training. There's no guarantee he'll succeed in his endeavor. Although, now that I think about it, I'm not sure why a true Tusken/Ghorfa wouldn't be able to become a jedi. They seem sentient enough. It's probably due to the fact they're very hostile and reclusive, so even if there were force-sensitive among them, no jedi would be able or want to recruit them.
Sorry to deter you from joining this RP.
Sep said
One thing I got in there reading it, Tuskens don't change robes. They just add layer and layer of cloth on top. You got a good knowledge of tuskens though :P....but that's nitpicking and this isn't my RP.
Awh shoot, knew I'd get something wrong. Might I ask where you learned that? I'd like to read up on Tuskens before starting this, since my knowledge of them is currently limited to the films and wookiepedia :P
TheUnknowable said
wow. That's a very interesting character. sure you can join.Ok. then that's fine. The jedi love to turn people away from the dark side.
Thank you! Again, just let me know if I need to make any adjustments.
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