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[fancybox2]BASIC INFORMATION[/fancybox2]
FULL NAME: Owen Ashta
ALTERNATE NAMES: None
CURRENT AGE: 25
SPECIES: Human
SEX: Male
EYE COLOR: Blue
HAIR COLOR: Light Brown
SKIN COLOR: Fair though tanned
APPROXIMATE HEIGHT: 6'1"
APPROXIMATE WEIGHT: 200 LBS
MARKINGS: None
BUILD: Medium but fit build
AFFILIATION: Independant
RANK: None
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PERSONALITY TRAITS
Owen is a cunning, intelligent, and above all carefree individual. When it comes to non-combat situations, he kind of comes off as lazy and a slacker. Granted, they tend to show him in a negative light, but in reality he is as kindhearted and compassionate as his master. He is a loyal man to a fault when it comes to friends, however much like his Master before him, when he is betrayed Owen may be forgiving but it will be a long time before his trust is restored in that person. His sense of honor and beliefs are something he inherited from Korbin Koga, his Master in the arts of the Force. Owen is also one who tends to be a practical joker when inspired, especially when on the job.
The situations when he is in combat is another side to him entirely. When forced to engage and fight, Owen reveals his true self: a disciplined, cunning, and quick fighter. He often prefers strategy and careful planning over direct assault, but if push comes to shove Owen's not a pushover as he can easily hold his own in a fight. He tends to get tunnel vision and follow the plan he has in his head already before any group can set up any full plan out, which gets him into trouble on more than one occasion. Owen, when he's like this, comes off as cold, especially after taking a life. Overall these two sides make up a complex and unusual individual that is Owen Ashta.
BIOGRAPHY:
"Recording I guess...This is Owen Ashta, making a recording of my history. I uh, I don't know what good it will do, but I guess it could make for good listening. So I think I'll start with the beginning. I was born a long time ago, 25 if I remember my age right, on Corellia with my brother Luka. Our mother died giving birth to us, I think her last name was Ashta according to our Master Korbin Koga. He, uh, what can I say he practically raised us from birth as if we were his own kids saying that he owed it to both us and our Mother.
The man was like a father to us, feeding us, clothing us, teaching us right from wrong. We were everything to Korbin, never letting us out of his sight and protecting us from what we couldn't handle, even our own abilities. It was when we were seven each...we were born twins...that our Force-Sensitivity emerged, prompting Korbin to begin our training. I enjoyed his teachings, listening to what he had to say. My brother on the other hand, he preferred learning how to use the power with a more hands on approach, especially lightsaber combat. I can still remember him grumbling how we had to use wooden sticks before moving to making our own lightsabers and sparring with them.
I just preferred listening to what Korbin had to say, taking in the importance of balance and so forth. I learned that the Light and the Dark Sides are at balance and need to be. One cannot live without the other or there would be overall chaos on both sides of the spectrum, whether that be stagnation and corruption for the Light or infighting and self-destruction for the Dark. I took these lessons to heart, attempting to balance the Dark and the Light inside me, because from my point of view if all life forms work together for the common goal of survival aka symbiosis, so must both sides of the Force for its own sake. Those teachings were not the only ones, another was that one must show compassion for all living things even for those who do not return it. Korbin once said that, 'No one deserves to suffer, not even our worst enemies'. He once noted that compassion was a sign one had a good heart.
Though I did prefer to listen, I also trained, becoming pretty good with my lightsaber, though my brother was the better duelist in terms of technique. He was always gifted, with me and Korbin seeing him destined for great things with his abilities. However, when it came to Luka, he was...arrogant, impatient, angry all the time and under the impression that Korbin was holding back more powerful skills and secrets of the Force from us. He once confided in me that we should force him to reveal those secrets. I tried to tell him that if Korbin wanted us to learn more he would teach us when the time came, but for the time being be patient and wait for that time to come. Alas, my words fell on deaf ears with Luka being more angry at me and Korbin than ever. Over the course of eight years, we continued to train, getting ever stronger and better with ourselves. All that time, I thought we were doing pretty well. That all came crumbling down on that day.
I was out meditating with a friend of Korbin's, an old Shistavanen Jedi Knight name Artyom. I sensed something terrible had happened, rushing towards my home to see smoke. My heart raced like crazy as I ran fast, finding the home I had lived in for fifteen years in flames. I drew my Lightsaber, igniting its crystal blue blade as I ran into the house. What I saw next made my heart sink. My brother, Luka, stood over the body of our Master, our Teacher--a man that was the closest thing to a Father to us--with his lightsaber in hand.
I looked at his fast, seeing that smirk on his face, his eyes not normal--all yellow and such--I felt cold, afraid, anger. I sensed his heart had fallen to shadow. He looked up at me and I asked him why he did it. He told me that he grew tired of being held back, but now he had found some people who could give him the power he wanted. I told him he could have just left, he just laughed and said he couldn't leave without burning his past behind. The next thing I knew he lunged at me, slicing down at me. I did the best I could but the next thing I knew my lightsaber's emitter was sliced off and the rest was knocked out of my hand. Then the burning sensation came across my chest as I yelped in pain, feeling my brother's aura push me deeper into the flaming house. Next thing I knew...shadow...darkness...heat.
When I awoke I thought I was dead. Instead, I found myself in a bed with bandages across my body. I looked up to find Artyom and his family looking in. Artyom's wife, Kiki, stepped in with fresh bandages and went about swapping out my stained ones. I looked down, finding the massive lightsaber gash across my chest. My brother arrogantly believed that a light cut could kill me and didn't hit any vital organs. It was by the grace of the Force that I survived. Alas, My master did not. I wept for a long time, the loss nearly made me lose my will to live.
I don't know what kept me going after that. Was it my need to avenge Korbin? Was it the belief that Luka was lied to and maybe I could save him? I don't know what it was, but I resolved to find my brother again, bring him home...save him. Artyom saw the fire in my eyes apparently, cause he gave me Korbin's lightsaber and his cloak, along with recovering our old droid R2-XO. I was happy to see the little droid, thankful I didn't lose him either.
With Korbin's lightsaber, I continued my saber techniques, more than making my Force powers evidently. I spent three years with Artyom, training hard and preparing for the day I may have to face Luka again. By the time I was eighteen, I had by Artyom standards completed my training concerning Lightsabers. I was ready to leave but...I had no ship. Ironically, Korbin's holocron saw to that. I somehow got the darn thing working and it led me to a ship nearby. Engraved across the bow was the name Pilgrim. I couldn't help but grin as me and XO boarded her. 18 Years of being hidden away and it was still in working order. I couldn't help but chuckle as we took off. Me and XO were what the ship embodied, Pilgrims amongst the stars...and we were on a pilgrimage...what it led to only the Force knew..."
[fancybox2]STATS[/fancybox2]
FORCE SENSITIVITY: Yes, Trained by Korbin Koga from when he was seven years old.
STRENGTH: 7/10 Owen can be described as a strong individual thanks to his hard training and diets of all kinds. He's not as strong as a wookie, but he can hold his own in a fight.
DEXTERITY: 6/10 Due to the strains of lightsaber combat and the disciplines of the Force, Owen has learned to balance his strength with agility.
CONSTITUTION: 5/10 Granted he's healthy as a horse, but he's not without his scars that range from bruises via a barroom brawl, to lightsaber slashes thanks to an unruly Sith.
INTELLIGENCE: 6/10 Owen is not the brightest bulb when it comes to a field of things, but he is a quick and willing learner if he sees the study either valuable or amusing.
WISDOM: 5/10 Though his knowledge of the Force and the Teachings of his Master, Owen has yet to comprehend their meanings and their overall lessons. He still has a long way to go before he can call himself a wise man.
CHARISMA: 3/10 His biggest problem is that he's honest...a little too honest for ones taste. He is blunt as he is brave and for lack of a better word, his lack of finesse has landed him on peoples bad side in one form or another.
CREDITS:1000
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SKILLS: Aside from his Ligthsaber Training and connection to the Force, Owen has some skills in mechanics (or at least enough to either keep a ship in one piece...or hot-wire one), some proficiency in some (but not all) firearms, and several languages. In the latter's case, he is well fluent in Basic, Mandoa, Binary, Shriwook, and Huttesse. He is also a practitioner of Wú Jiàn Hand-To-Hand Combat, in which only a handful of people outside the Jedi Order were experts let alone masters in.
PREFERRED LIGHTSABER/SWORD FORMS: Owen's style of combat is as complex as him. The basis of his footwork and swordplay comes from the Lightsaber Form V, which he is proficient in both Shein and Djem So. Due to the draw backs of the form, he compensates it with a combination of Form III and I, along with the use of Force Powers based on Form VI. He also combines this with other forms of swordplay that he had found over the years as his profession as a bounty hunter and mercenary.
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES: Aside from Owen's connection to the Force, he has some aptitude for mechanical engineering to work on droids, ships, and a few other pieces of equipment. He is also an experienced Bounty Hunter and Warrior, with an inability to back down from a cause worth getting involved in. Sadly, much like his Master, he has developed a nasty temper when he see something he doesn't like. Another problem with Owen is though his techniques with the Lightsaber and the philosophy of his Master are well versed, his skills in the force are...Average, and not as on par as one would expect. Owen also has his own streak of stubbornness, however unlike his former master, he is open to suggestions and is willing to learn. Owen can easily get tunnel vision, forgetting whats going on around him (example: if hes focusing on fixing his lightsaber, he'll forget the roast he has is on the fire.) Owen also, much like his master has an uncanny capacity for compassion. Seeing someone suffer is something that will set him off, making Owen either compel to help that person or give into his anger on the person inflicting pain on the one suffering. Whether this is his greatest strength or his greatest weakness is yet to be determined.
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Clothes: Aside from his usual trousers, shirt and undergarments, he usually will wear whatever he can find.
Armor: Owen typically wears light body armor that can deflect solid ammunition and knives, but is poodoo compared to energy weapons.
Weapons: Owen carries a Blaster and His master's Lightsaber. He also carries a small vibroknife for utilitarian purposes.
MISC.: Owen has a belt with several pouches and such, including a communicator so that he can be reached. But the one thing he has and is considered precious to him is his Master's Holocron, the thing other than Korbin's droid, ship, and lightsaber Owen has left of his Master.
SHIP: His old master's ship, The Pilgrim. The Pilgrim is an old XT-07 "StarHawk Class" Light Escort Freighter with some minor modifications that include two sets of quad laser cannons located on the dorsal and ventral hulls of the ship and some beefed up shielding to keep him out of trouble.
DROIDS: His master's old droid, R2-XO.
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[fancybox4=http://www.thestarwarsrp.com/forum/index.php?attachments/kenric-ashta-jpg.2600/]Owen Ashta[/fancybox4]
[fancybox2]BASIC INFORMATION[/fancybox2]
FULL NAME: Owen Ashta
ALTERNATE NAMES: None
CURRENT AGE: 25
SPECIES: Human
SEX: Male
EYE COLOR: Blue
HAIR COLOR: Light Brown
SKIN COLOR: Fair though tanned
APPROXIMATE HEIGHT: 6'1"
APPROXIMATE WEIGHT: 200 LBS
MARKINGS: None
BUILD: Medium but fit build
AFFILIATION: Independant
RANK: None
[fancybox4=http://www.thestarwarsrp.com/forum/index.php?attachments/serveimage-png.2599/]MISCELLANEOUS INFORMATION[/fancybox4]
PERSONALITY TRAITS
Owen is a cunning, intelligent, and above all carefree individual. When it comes to non-combat situations, he kind of comes off as lazy and a slacker. Granted, they tend to show him in a negative light, but in reality he is as kindhearted and compassionate as his master. He is a loyal man to a fault when it comes to friends, however much like his Master before him, when he is betrayed Owen may be forgiving but it will be a long time before his trust is restored in that person. His sense of honor and beliefs are something he inherited from Korbin Koga, his Master in the arts of the Force. Owen is also one who tends to be a practical joker when inspired, especially when on the job.
The situations when he is in combat is another side to him entirely. When forced to engage and fight, Owen reveals his true self: a disciplined, cunning, and quick fighter. He often prefers strategy and careful planning over direct assault, but if push comes to shove Owen's not a pushover as he can easily hold his own in a fight. He tends to get tunnel vision and follow the plan he has in his head already before any group can set up any full plan out, which gets him into trouble on more than one occasion. Owen, when he's like this, comes off as cold, especially after taking a life. Overall these two sides make up a complex and unusual individual that is Owen Ashta.
BIOGRAPHY:
"Recording I guess...This is Owen Ashta, making a recording of my history. I uh, I don't know what good it will do, but I guess it could make for good listening. So I think I'll start with the beginning. I was born a long time ago, 25 if I remember my age right, on Corellia with my brother Luka. Our mother died giving birth to us, I think her last name was Ashta according to our Master Korbin Koga. He, uh, what can I say he practically raised us from birth as if we were his own kids saying that he owed it to both us and our Mother.
The man was like a father to us, feeding us, clothing us, teaching us right from wrong. We were everything to Korbin, never letting us out of his sight and protecting us from what we couldn't handle, even our own abilities. It was when we were seven each...we were born twins...that our Force-Sensitivity emerged, prompting Korbin to begin our training. I enjoyed his teachings, listening to what he had to say. My brother on the other hand, he preferred learning how to use the power with a more hands on approach, especially lightsaber combat. I can still remember him grumbling how we had to use wooden sticks before moving to making our own lightsabers and sparring with them.
I just preferred listening to what Korbin had to say, taking in the importance of balance and so forth. I learned that the Light and the Dark Sides are at balance and need to be. One cannot live without the other or there would be overall chaos on both sides of the spectrum, whether that be stagnation and corruption for the Light or infighting and self-destruction for the Dark. I took these lessons to heart, attempting to balance the Dark and the Light inside me, because from my point of view if all life forms work together for the common goal of survival aka symbiosis, so must both sides of the Force for its own sake. Those teachings were not the only ones, another was that one must show compassion for all living things even for those who do not return it. Korbin once said that, 'No one deserves to suffer, not even our worst enemies'. He once noted that compassion was a sign one had a good heart.
Though I did prefer to listen, I also trained, becoming pretty good with my lightsaber, though my brother was the better duelist in terms of technique. He was always gifted, with me and Korbin seeing him destined for great things with his abilities. However, when it came to Luka, he was...arrogant, impatient, angry all the time and under the impression that Korbin was holding back more powerful skills and secrets of the Force from us. He once confided in me that we should force him to reveal those secrets. I tried to tell him that if Korbin wanted us to learn more he would teach us when the time came, but for the time being be patient and wait for that time to come. Alas, my words fell on deaf ears with Luka being more angry at me and Korbin than ever. Over the course of eight years, we continued to train, getting ever stronger and better with ourselves. All that time, I thought we were doing pretty well. That all came crumbling down on that day.
I was out meditating with a friend of Korbin's, an old Shistavanen Jedi Knight name Artyom. I sensed something terrible had happened, rushing towards my home to see smoke. My heart raced like crazy as I ran fast, finding the home I had lived in for fifteen years in flames. I drew my Lightsaber, igniting its crystal blue blade as I ran into the house. What I saw next made my heart sink. My brother, Luka, stood over the body of our Master, our Teacher--a man that was the closest thing to a Father to us--with his lightsaber in hand.
I looked at his fast, seeing that smirk on his face, his eyes not normal--all yellow and such--I felt cold, afraid, anger. I sensed his heart had fallen to shadow. He looked up at me and I asked him why he did it. He told me that he grew tired of being held back, but now he had found some people who could give him the power he wanted. I told him he could have just left, he just laughed and said he couldn't leave without burning his past behind. The next thing I knew he lunged at me, slicing down at me. I did the best I could but the next thing I knew my lightsaber's emitter was sliced off and the rest was knocked out of my hand. Then the burning sensation came across my chest as I yelped in pain, feeling my brother's aura push me deeper into the flaming house. Next thing I knew...shadow...darkness...heat.
When I awoke I thought I was dead. Instead, I found myself in a bed with bandages across my body. I looked up to find Artyom and his family looking in. Artyom's wife, Kiki, stepped in with fresh bandages and went about swapping out my stained ones. I looked down, finding the massive lightsaber gash across my chest. My brother arrogantly believed that a light cut could kill me and didn't hit any vital organs. It was by the grace of the Force that I survived. Alas, My master did not. I wept for a long time, the loss nearly made me lose my will to live.
I don't know what kept me going after that. Was it my need to avenge Korbin? Was it the belief that Luka was lied to and maybe I could save him? I don't know what it was, but I resolved to find my brother again, bring him home...save him. Artyom saw the fire in my eyes apparently, cause he gave me Korbin's lightsaber and his cloak, along with recovering our old droid R2-XO. I was happy to see the little droid, thankful I didn't lose him either.
With Korbin's lightsaber, I continued my saber techniques, more than making my Force powers evidently. I spent three years with Artyom, training hard and preparing for the day I may have to face Luka again. By the time I was eighteen, I had by Artyom standards completed my training concerning Lightsabers. I was ready to leave but...I had no ship. Ironically, Korbin's holocron saw to that. I somehow got the darn thing working and it led me to a ship nearby. Engraved across the bow was the name Pilgrim. I couldn't help but grin as me and XO boarded her. 18 Years of being hidden away and it was still in working order. I couldn't help but chuckle as we took off. Me and XO were what the ship embodied, Pilgrims amongst the stars...and we were on a pilgrimage...what it led to only the Force knew..."
[fancybox2]STATS[/fancybox2]
FORCE SENSITIVITY: Yes, Trained by Korbin Koga from when he was seven years old.
STRENGTH: 7/10 Owen can be described as a strong individual thanks to his hard training and diets of all kinds. He's not as strong as a wookie, but he can hold his own in a fight.
DEXTERITY: 6/10 Due to the strains of lightsaber combat and the disciplines of the Force, Owen has learned to balance his strength with agility.
CONSTITUTION: 5/10 Granted he's healthy as a horse, but he's not without his scars that range from bruises via a barroom brawl, to lightsaber slashes thanks to an unruly Sith.
INTELLIGENCE: 6/10 Owen is not the brightest bulb when it comes to a field of things, but he is a quick and willing learner if he sees the study either valuable or amusing.
WISDOM: 5/10 Though his knowledge of the Force and the Teachings of his Master, Owen has yet to comprehend their meanings and their overall lessons. He still has a long way to go before he can call himself a wise man.
CHARISMA: 3/10 His biggest problem is that he's honest...a little too honest for ones taste. He is blunt as he is brave and for lack of a better word, his lack of finesse has landed him on peoples bad side in one form or another.
CREDITS:1000
[fancybox2]KNOWN SKILLS, STRENGTHS, AND WEAKNESSES[/fancybox2]
SKILLS: Aside from his Ligthsaber Training and connection to the Force, Owen has some skills in mechanics (or at least enough to either keep a ship in one piece...or hot-wire one), some proficiency in some (but not all) firearms, and several languages. In the latter's case, he is well fluent in Basic, Mandoa, Binary, Shriwook, and Huttesse. He is also a practitioner of Wú Jiàn Hand-To-Hand Combat, in which only a handful of people outside the Jedi Order were experts let alone masters in.
PREFERRED LIGHTSABER/SWORD FORMS: Owen's style of combat is as complex as him. The basis of his footwork and swordplay comes from the Lightsaber Form V, which he is proficient in both Shein and Djem So. Due to the draw backs of the form, he compensates it with a combination of Form III and I, along with the use of Force Powers based on Form VI. He also combines this with other forms of swordplay that he had found over the years as his profession as a bounty hunter and mercenary.
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES: Aside from Owen's connection to the Force, he has some aptitude for mechanical engineering to work on droids, ships, and a few other pieces of equipment. He is also an experienced Bounty Hunter and Warrior, with an inability to back down from a cause worth getting involved in. Sadly, much like his Master, he has developed a nasty temper when he see something he doesn't like. Another problem with Owen is though his techniques with the Lightsaber and the philosophy of his Master are well versed, his skills in the force are...Average, and not as on par as one would expect. Owen also has his own streak of stubbornness, however unlike his former master, he is open to suggestions and is willing to learn. Owen can easily get tunnel vision, forgetting whats going on around him (example: if hes focusing on fixing his lightsaber, he'll forget the roast he has is on the fire.) Owen also, much like his master has an uncanny capacity for compassion. Seeing someone suffer is something that will set him off, making Owen either compel to help that person or give into his anger on the person inflicting pain on the one suffering. Whether this is his greatest strength or his greatest weakness is yet to be determined.
[fancybox2]GEAR[/fancybox2]
Clothes: Aside from his usual trousers, shirt and undergarments, he usually will wear whatever he can find.
Armor: Owen typically wears light body armor that can deflect solid ammunition and knives, but is poodoo compared to energy weapons.
Weapons: Owen carries a Blaster and His master's Lightsaber. He also carries a small vibroknife for utilitarian purposes.
MISC.: Owen has a belt with several pouches and such, including a communicator so that he can be reached. But the one thing he has and is considered precious to him is his Master's Holocron, the thing other than Korbin's droid, ship, and lightsaber Owen has left of his Master.
SHIP: His old master's ship, The Pilgrim. The Pilgrim is an old XT-07 "StarHawk Class" Light Escort Freighter with some minor modifications that include two sets of quad laser cannons located on the dorsal and ventral hulls of the ship and some beefed up shielding to keep him out of trouble.
DROIDS: His master's old droid, R2-XO.
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Another Lead...Another Hunt...Another Dead End -Incomplete
War on Borgo Prime -Incomplete
TAXI! -Incomplete
Avoiding Capture Wasn't So Easy... -Complete
The Jedi, The Sith, and the Child -Incomplete
...The traffic and locals were friendly though -Complete
Entering the Void -Incomplete
War on Borgo Prime -Incomplete
TAXI! -Incomplete
Avoiding Capture Wasn't So Easy... -Complete
The Jedi, The Sith, and the Child -Incomplete
...The traffic and locals were friendly though -Complete
Entering the Void -Incomplete
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