Rairoh Azcua

[Rhan]

Rairoh Azcua

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NAME: Rairoh Azcua
FACTION: New Jedi Order
RANK: Padawan
SPECIES: Miraluka
AGE: 17
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 5,6 feets
WEIGHT: 156 pounds
EYES: None
HAIR: Black
SKIN: Olive
CREDITS: 1000
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Vestigial eye sockets
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes

STRENGTH: 3/10
DEXTERITY: 5/10
CONSTITUTION: 5/10.
INTELLIGENCE: 8/10
WISDOM: 9/10
CHARISMA: 6/10​

PERSONALITY:

Rairoh is a dreamer, a pacifist, his dream is to fill the world with art, and maybe achieve true inner peace that way. He is an artist at heart, and even though he shows an interest in learning the Jedi ways, he isn't interested at all in violence, he is faithfull that one day the war will end, to live in a world filled with harmony. Rairoh is confident, and really curious, inquisitive even, always trying to learn whatever is next.
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BIOGRAPHY:

Rairoh was born blind, as most Miraluka tend to be, yet he showed great promise to his parents, they saw an aura emanating from his body that was quite blindly to those trained with Force Sight yet not trained enough to see past the shining, his parents were both Jedi, in a way, or at least the were proficient in the force, so they decided to study him, while rising him, they shouldn't have done that, their findings were stolen, by a weird doctor who checked up on Rairoh every once in a while, he sold this data to the wrong guy, who sold it to the wrong guy, who sold it to another wrong guy, who got killed by a Sith, whom acquired this information by "luck". The Azcua family found out about what their Doctor had done, so they immediately left the planet, they fled in a Transport only to find their demise in that same Transport, a Sith, THE Sith, Rairoh's father took him to an escape pod while his mother fought against the Sith, only armed with the Force the Mother struggled, and finally died, the Sith rushed to find the kid, that had already escaped in a pod thanks to his father, Rairoh never learnt what happened to his parents, he was too young.
Rairoh was now a young boy, he's been living with a weird old guy for as long as he can remember, this old guy taught Rairoh everything he knows, and helped Rairoh in his inner fight, that fight everyone fights. The old guy taught Rairoh that peace wasn't the ultimate truth, yet it was a lovely illusion to draw, he taught him that trough art there is life, trough art there is force, the force is nothing but a masterpiece that's always being worked on by all of us. This old guy even taught Rairoh to craft lightsabers, it was amazing, from even the most crude materials a lightsaber Rairoh could craft, he once used salt as a crystal, I mean, the saltsaber dissolved when hitting anything yet the ability to make a lightsaber out of salt is bound to be useful. Rairoh continued to learn as much as he could with the old guy until one day, Rairoh came back home from looking for crystals to build more sabers, and he found the old guy lying on his bed, Rairoh worried, as he had never seen him tired, when Rairoh approached him the old guy started coughing, and he said "heh, it's finally time for me to tell you as much as I can. I'm a Jedi, or I was..." Rairoh says "Well of course, you taught me all I know..." the old guy burst "SSHH YOUNG ONE, I'm on my dying bed, give me a rest, sheezh, I will tell you that your parents had nothing to do with me, you fell on a pod nearby, the only logic I can find is that the force brought you to me, a beutifull thought that is, art in motion. If you want you can investigate about your parents, I have a datapad with all the information the fallen pod had, it didn't have much but it had enough, although, I give you a chance, I already contacted the Jedi Order about your existence, they are probably traveling here now and should reach you soon, it's your choice, you can dwell on your past, see who you were, or dream of the future, imagine who you'll be, I know you are like me, an artisan, I know what you'll choose, but It only seems fair to give you the choice, remember Rairoh, Art IS the force, art isn't you, you are art, you are the force, right?" and with a single tear Rairoh answered "Right old man, I'm art thus I'm the force", Rairoh then proceeded to stand up and headed to the door, he grabbed the datapad the old man was talking about, and some other stuff he considered important and left the room, waiting for his future, the Jedi Order...​

FORCE POWERS:​

Force Sight (Master)
Telekinesis (Adept)
Force Push (Beginner)
Force Pull (Beginner)
Force Stealth (Medium)
Force Sense (Adept)​

SKILLS:​

Arts (Sculpture, Drawing, Crafting, He is proficient at this and more)
Lightsaber Crafting​

LIGHTSABER/SWORD FORMS:​

Form 0​

STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
Rairoh is almost completely useless in combat, mostly the offensive side of it at least, even though he lacks any fighting abilities he compensates it with his great ability of getting out of a fight.

GEAR:
Lightsaber Shoto, custom crafted, made out of wood, lightweight, not made for lightsaber duels.
Double-bladed Lightsaber, custom crafted, lightweight, made for duels.
Standard Lightsaber, custom crafted.
(Every lightsaber is regulated as a training lightsaber, with a highly intensified electromagnetic containment field )


SHIP:
N/A

DROIDS:
N/A

PETS:
N/A

KILLS:
None

BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
N/A

DUELING RING MATCHES:
No

GRAND TOURNAMENT MATCHES:
Nope

ROLE-PLAYS:
Soon​

 

[Ral]

I'd suggest spacing those paragraphs to make it easier to read, and lowering his wisdom to an 8/10. He's a little young to be more than that really. Hard to have experienced life enough to be so wise.