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i like the outline the idea is good and 'awesome' but flesh it out and maybe make a narrative or something. seems like a great character bio outline cant wait to see what you make. :)
 

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--Note--
-This is for 'safekeeping' the character, so to say-

NAME: Kelric Thrain
FACTION: The Empire
RANK: Acolyte
SPECIES: Human.
AGE: 17 - Progresses as I see fit.
GENDER: Male.
HEIGHT: 189 Cm.
WEIGHT: 73 Kg.
EYES: Dark blue.
HAIR: Raven Black.
SKIN: White.
CREDITS: 1000 credits.
DISTINGUISHING MARKS:
DOMINATE HAND: Left handed.

APPEARANCE:
Kelric Thrain is a rather dashing youth with a sturdy, somewhat powerful build. His most prominent features are his angular face and outlined cheekbones, which is wrapped up in a mane of black hair. With an addition of some dark stubble on is chin, he has the appereance of a rugged, albeit intimidating young man.

Kelric's wardrobe consists of dark robes and dull leather which leaves little to the imagination. If he'd been given the opportunity, Kelric would find himself investing a moderate sum into his guise and worldly appereance.


FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes.

FORCE POWERS – Rankings:
|Untrained| = Can't use it. Knows of the technique's existence.
|Novice| |Intermidate|= Padawan
|Adept| |Refined| = Knight
|Powerful| |Master| = Master

~Practicing~


Battle Precognition - |Novice|
Empath - |Novice|
Sense - |Novice|
Telepathy - |Novice|
Telekinesis - |Novice|
Body-enhancement - |Novice|
Meditation - |Adept|

~Force Powers applied to Lightsaber Combat~

Dun Mòch - |Untrained|
Alter Damage - |Untrained|
Saber Throw - |Untrained|
Saber Barrier - |Untrained|
Telekinetic Lightsaber-Combat -|Untrained|

STRENGTH:
Above-average for someone his age. He has followed a rigorous training-routine all his life, which has been personally woven after his specific needs. One would describe him as a slim individual whom packs both power and strength; most would imagine him to be parallel to a well-trained soldier.

DEXTERITY:
In saber-combat and acrobatics, it is essential that the practioner's body is both nimble and agile. When training, Kelric presents himself as a man whom can display a plethora of exercises and techniques meant to underline the fact that he has excessive control of his faculties. Swift reflexes, smooth movements and eloquent control of his motorics is nothing but a given when you've been raised to be a warrior.

CONSTITUTION:
Kelric Thrain is equipped with a healthy dose of endurance, where his hardened body can undergo a variety of trials and challenges without halting, nor slowing down. His body speaks of nothing but physical prowess and an obsessive inclination of succeeding. Giving up means you end up dead, and that result isn't something young Thrain is keen to embrace.

INTELLIGENCE:
One can always describe Kelric as average with the addition of hard work and talent. He has a keen memory and isn't prone to forget information nor recently taught techniques and skills. His psychologist diagnosed him with Asperger's syndrome as a child, but he seems to have 'shaken' off all the tell-tale signs. The psychiatrist theorized that he might have taught himself to camouflage it properly, or that the Force has aided him. It works in mysterious ways, after all.

WISDOM:
Thrain knows what he have been taught, and what he himself have been able to discern from a variety of lessons thorough his life. Wise men have explored the world and learnt from their experiences - Kelric has still a whole life to live.

SKILLS:
He has been educated all his life. Kelric has been given the proper schooling one would expect from some such as he. He has taken his licenses and permits, be they for piloting a ship or handling a blaster.

Rigging a bomb. Cleaning his equipment. Hacking a console. Mend wounds. Create poisons. Surviving in the wilds. The list goes on, but do mind - he has no specializations and is naught but 17 years old boy. He was taught the essentials. As the years progress I have no doubts that he'll find himself developing further in these areas.

LIGHTSABER/SWORD FORMS:
|Basic Saber Training| - Novice

GEAR:
Transliterator.
Data-pad.
Glow-Rod - 4x
Distress Beacon.
Jet-Boots - Lightweight model.
Water Purifier.
Synthetic Rope - 750Kg

WEAPONRY:
Hunting knife - Smooth edge, 19cm.
Baton - Light-weight. Extendable & retractable.
Frag Grenades - 6x strapped to his belt.
Heavy Blaster Pistol - Packs a powerful punch.
Sonic Blaster - May shatter your eardrums.
Vibroblade - Alloyed with a thin layer of beskar. Heavy model meant to deal powerful blows.

SHIP:
None!

PETS:
None!

GOALS:
Survive.
Master it all.
Reach new heights.
[Retracted] - Secret!
Aid The Empire in Galactic Domination.
Become a source of respect and reverence.

PERSONALITY:
Kelric Thrain is a hardworking and pragmatic individual whom will take facts at face-value. He accept things as they are, and move onwards from there. As a man, he can be described as someone that's hard-headed with passion for self-actualization and personal development.

It is empowering to experience a conquest, especially if it leaves you standing atop of past trials and what was once hazardous difficulties. The greater the strain to overcome a hurdle, the sweeter the satisfaction of victory will be. That's why Kelric believes in taking action to further himself as a person so he can avoid stagnation and "Become whom I'm meant to be."
Some have said that he's frighteningly obsessive about this concept of 'development', but Kelric will simply retort in a humored tone and say "It keeps me busy, and you know me; I hate to lose.".

Kelric has always been an ambitious man, and with grand thoughts comes the base emotion of curiosity, where an individual want something; knowledge. "What heights can I reach?"

Knowledge stimulates his mental faculties and builds a foundation of independence and capability. It is the fount of leadership; without it, society would crumble and wage war. With it, the Galaxy prospers.

He knows very well that ignorance is a cruel mistress, meant for the uneducated masses. This is why they need the help and guidance only a marvel such as he can provide. After all, humanoids are weak-willed, prone to fall far and succumb to their temptations. Led astray and left to their own machinations, species are bound to degenerate. That is why Kelric is here. He is not a product of the industrialized wheels of society. Nor bound and strapped by the institutions and their schematic rules. No, Kelric is a divine construct of Hope, meant to abolish the global apostasy that has struck the people. He is a champion, a servant of those in need! Born to function as a celestial light, meant to shine upon others and share with them his dogma, his virtues!

Justice and Strength!
The weak are sacrificed, used as stepping-stones for those of worth!
Those with strength create the rules that govern the world! They ensure that justice shape it!
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In his daily life, Kelric is a patient form with a calculating, yet friendly gaze. His poised figure speaks of an inner furnace, a zealous wall of confidence and heat.

Armed with a fiery sense of justice, you won’t find him avoiding trouble. As sabers clash and spells are flung, the dominant force will rise victorious, be it through might, ingenuity or knowledge. The righteous will win, to then stand proud and tall, for all to see. For those victorious are the individuals whom shape the course of history, and their word is law.

To achieve great things, one must be willing to sacrifice what you hold dear, and put yourself at risk. No matter the cost, hard work is rewarding by itself. After all, in the long run, unpleasant events might contribute to the greater good. It is not a shame to admit that society, in general, is a selfish and cynical thing. It needs mending, with whatever means possible.

With a dogged determination, Thrain is a constant whirr of clockwork and grinding gears. He knows pause, and enjoys it; but he’d rather spend it by stimulating his spatial faculties. Be it through conversation, dusty scrolls or the practice of a sword. One can say his true moments of serenity are spent in meditations, or the bed of a woman.

Companionship is something he’s keen to accept and welcome with open arms. Friends, acquaintances, it’s all something to enjoy. Yet, he condemns those lacking the spark of life, wasting their days away on nothing but lazy dawdling. Life is meant to be savored, tasted, lived and explored. Not thrown away at dull idiocy.





HISTORY:
Kelric was never anything special, except from his nigh obsessive need to work hard and be perfect at whatever he could practice - being better than others meant that he wasn't punished.

As a child, he was average and quite energic – Fond of exploring and always full and steaming of mirth and thoughts of new adventures. Of course, he was raised by those in The Empire since he was a mere child. It was his life, it was what he knew – The teachings began early on, as it was obvious that this little child was sensitive to the ways of the force.
First began the connection of the Force – The teachings of meditation; followed up with the basics of telekinesis and the ability to feel the emotions of others, to sense the life around himself.

Years passed. Aspects of battle and the Force developed as time spun. They were filled with hardships, tears, laughter and more. Daily meditations and streneous exercises was but part of life, and discipline was mandatory.

He is currently hoping that a Master will take him under his' or hers' wing, to teach him the ways of the Force.

KILLS:
None!

DUELING RING MATCHES:
None!

GRAND TOURNAMENT MATCHES!
None!

ROLE-PLAYS:
None!



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Dojo - A training room in one of The Empire's many Temples

Jerrac and Kelric's blades crashed together in a barrage of sparks, interlocking the weapons against eachother as neither of them wanted to relent; creating wisps of smoke that rose to the skies. Yet, to Kelric's satisfaction, he found himself paving way to a seemingly flawless victory using naught but the sheer strength of his figure and the weight of his taller, somewhat wider body. His muscled arms bulged as he broke their impassè with a flutter of steps; marking a retreat as he struck another stance. Bringing a palm to his sweaty forehead, he wiped off some salty droplets as he panted; feeling his limbs tarry some as he circled his opponent. He would need to bring this joust to an end, and soon at that; for both his might and conviction was leaving him at an alarming rate.

There was no time for thought, though, for Kelric reacted and acted as he was attacked once more; bringing up his ray of plasma in a parry as he was struck. Their blades of crimson met once more as the clash was renewed. The buzzing pair of sabers spun back and forth as a flicker of light was discarded upon each impact, illuminating the combatants time and time again. Strikes were parried and slashes found themselves countered in a deadly display of prowess which went on for quite some time, dragging them both down in the chasms of exhaustion. Whilst he exchanged blows, Kelric found himself ecstatic, enjoying himself immensively as the battle raged on - it was what kept him going; this frenzy of a sort. His countenance was contorted into an expression of twisted glee as he utilized some fringed maneuver from Ataru, which saved him from having his arm chopped off. He'd have to be more careful!

Pushing his opponent back, Kelric found himself laughing heartily, almost deliriously as he saw an opening, which resulted in him lunging forward in an attempt to brutalize his opponent's knee-cap... "Aaaurgh!" Kelric fell to his knees; his laughter broken by an exclamation of pain. "You dissappoint me, young Thrain." Dropping his lightsaber, he found himself disarmed and seared across the wrist - the cut was several inches deep, and would most likely bear a scar if he didn't mend it with bacta. "I expected you to keep me entertained for another minute or so; but exhaustion takes its toll, no doubt." A leathery boot was raised, to so be thrust in Kelric's face; effectively breaking his nose. "Hnnnnrrgh!" Blood began to seep forth from his fractured face, blending itself with roused tears and slick sweat. A pitiful sight. "Why would yo- Auhnng!" Another foot met his stomach several times in quick succession, extinginguishing whatever words were left on his tongue; for he had no air to breathe them.

He heard a loud snap from his ribcage, was a lung punctured? He had trouble breathing. "This is a disciplinary lesson, Kelric, which you volunteered for. I'll be the first to admit that I admire your determination, but a Sith, especially a student as young as you, need more than that to survive here. You asked a blind, one-armed man to give you a lesson in pain; well, don't you doubt it, we've only just begun." Kelric groaned weakly as he rolled into a ball; he couldn't help it, he was in agony, and the harrowing voice of his instructor, Master Jerrac, did nothing to help this. A few minutes passed where he was nothing but a ball, and the pain was reaching new heights as the adrenaline began to wear off. Embrace it, he heard Jerrac whisper, Feed from it, echoed in his mind. Immerse yourself in your own suffering and find strength in it - elevate yourself above it. This is why you came to me, no? True, that was why Kelric had come. He wanted to transform the very idea of pain; make it so that it no longer encumbered him. He needed to adapt and change, making it so that his sufferings no longer halted him. To make it so his agonies became an asset that fueled his abilities, he'd need to know it at a deep, personal level. Jerrac spoke to him once more, the voice ringing in his head, and, doing as instructed, he attempted to stand tall, ready for whatever else was thrown at him. Dueling until exhausted, to so be given grievous wounds were no small task. What would come next? "You are... An interesting specimen, Kelric - in constant motion, willing to set yourself through the most hazardous of trials to reach higher and achieve your goals. I'll make you regret it though; now, get on your feet. Properly! Stand like you mean it! Get up, get up! Use a stimpack if necessary!"

Pain, it is a powerful tool when it comes to the Force, as long as you know how to channel it; feed off of it.

"It gives you focus, makes you stronger!"

-Palpatine
 
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