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"I believe that the Force should not serve to harm an enemy... The Force is an ally, and there is much to gain by empowering oneself to overcome circumstances rather than using the Force to get them out of the way. By using the Force to make myself last longer rather than finishing a battle or conflict faster, I strive to grow; Because it is much easier to destroy than it is to create or even protect."
Samueel Tomorrol
I guess this is the part I tell you about me. About who I am. I am Samueel Tomorrol; I was born in the lower levels of Coruscant, and all I know of my parents is that I was born out of a Human father and Miraluka mother, from whom I got my eyes. Striving not to keep me in the life they had in the lower levels, my father contacted the Jedi Temple and gave me up for a greater cause, and a greater life.
I never heard from them. Not ever.
Life in the Jedi Temple was alright. I got to grow there, and I never knew another home. I lived with the other Younglings, I learned along side them. Lightsaber usage, Core Powers of the Force... I followed the Jedi's teaching's without flawing them, I saw them as being unique. I was just not well imformed enough; that thought assaults me everytime this feeling crosses my mind.
I was taken as Padawan at the age of eleven years old. My Master was a Knight who's name shall not be revealed. I liked him, and we were very close. He taught me the basis to who I am today. But with the years, I could feel my master begin to get more distant, like his goals started to differ from mine, or even those from the Order. Something must have been wrong. The years turned into nearly a decade when Samueel's relation with his Master was severed, and by no one else than his Master himself. Driving them to a rogue moon in the Middle Rim, he craved a dangerous item kept in the guard of a small cult within the Moon's florest. I felt that something was out of line, something was wrong with his Master... but in a last vow of hope towards the man, he kept guard at the entrance of the temple; a wierd task, one not assigned to him in all the time they served together. Once his Master was inside, if didn't take long for the Force to ripple and scream off the temple; a massacre was occuring inside... and it was signed by his Master. He had been able to hide it for most of the time, but now it was out: and it wasn't giving chance to others. Entering on the temple, and fighting my own Master to the extent of my knowledge, I was downed by my master and my right forearm was struck, severing my hand. Weakened, I crawled my way towards my master as he grew in power within the Dark Side, but as he did, he became oblivious to what was not happening to him and as such he only realized me striking him down far too late. I came to realize, that moment, how I disliked the feeling of a soul joining the Force; I disliked killing.
A group of mercenaries agreed to help me get help; as long as they were paid, they cared little about asking questions. Taking a time off from the Order, I began to wonder what had taken his master down and away from his goals and views, and I reached the conclusion that the Order's narrow viewpoint was the weakness that cracked my Master. Rennouncing the Order, I driffted through the galaxy wondering endlessly to find an answer for my questions. In these years, I took what my master taught me and molded my own ways. Taking the knowledge on Soseru left to me, I began to strive to perfect it's practice, as well as adding Djem So to create a highly counter-active style between the use of Form III and V. I worked as a personal bodyguard to a small private's army chairman, but along those years, someone came along: Musari. He had an interesting quest, and for our own sanity's sake, his and mine, I decided to help him with his goal of helping other beings in the Galaxy and to ultimately bring balance. I taught him what I myself knew, and together we learned new things within the Force. Now a Harbringer of the Crimson Knights, I'm just waiting to do my bit for the Galaxy.
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NAME: Samueel Tomorrol; FACTION: Crimson Knights; RANK: Harbringer; SPECIES: Miraluka; AGE: 38; GENDER: Male; CREDITS: 1,000; DISTINGUISHING MARKS: A scar that shows on his left eyes vertically, paralell to his hair line, and his right forearm being a robotic implant; FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
Apprearance
Samueel is a bit stocky, having broad shoulders, tough rib cage and a wall of bricks for abdomen. He keeps his body quite in shape, believing that only through a sane body can a sane mind exist. He is 5'9ft, and he has no apparent fat, being made out of fibrous and compact muscle which furthers to his stocky appearance. White globes fill his eye sockets, and he will usually wear the hood of his robe over his eyes, covering his charismatic look of a leader, and hiding his shoulder length blonde hair. He wears a white shirt, and over it a brown vest. His shorts go just below the knee and has knee high boots. Over this, he will usually wear a crimson robe, again, with the robe helping to mask his eyes.
Attributes/Skills
Despite not caring about how his body looks, Samueel does care about how his body performs. He keeps himself fit, taking care of how he treats his body, what he eats and how well he rests. He isn't someone found amongst the books; for him, pratical knowledge beats any theory, though he admits theory is the waypoint to experience. Charismatic and wise, he has seen his share of the Galaxy, and is open minded and humble enough to share what he knows and to learn from others.
Overall, Samueel is a fierce duelist with a neat balance between his skill with a lightsaber and his will to use it to resolve situations. Usually a charismatic man, he could apply his charisma in much better ways, but the way it is now is just fine and has helped him already. A tactical mind, Samueel has become known to be a very defensive unit, striving to protect a goal and making through hardships by resilient counter-action, using an attackers tactic and offensive against himself and remaining alive no matter what.
He is a skilled pilot and duelist. His lightsaber combat forms include Form III Soseru, taught by his Master and in which he is a proficient user, and Form I, taught to him at the Academy and in which he is moderate user; over the years, he learned through first hand experience and practice how to use both Forms individually and how to mix them up mid battle for greater efficiency.
Force Powers
Telekinesis
[Push/Pull/Wave -- Proficient Use]
Core Powers
[Jump, Sight, Sense, Telepathy, Empathy...]
Force Absortion
Shatterpoint [Very limited use; Never trained with it, and it only comes to him at random times of need]
Force Heal
Force Persuade
Lightsaber
Unlike most members of the Crimson Knights, Samueel never felt the need to carry around his very own blaster or slugthrower; in his words, "when the time comes that I need one of those, there'll be plenty of them scattered in the ground". Instead, he gives his full attention to the lightsaber; in dire situations where the only possible negotiation becomes hostile negotiation, it's to this marvel of technology he resorts. It's hilt has a simple design, and it bears an orange Solari crystal which produces a wider blade, allowing more effectiveness when deflecting blaster bolts. It is said that only someone pure of spirit and ardent follower of the Light Side of the Force could use this crystal. Fortunately for Samueel, he's quite up to the task.
Samueel's Solari Crystal Powered Lightsaber
Personality
Samueel has quite a reputation. He is known to pursue an objective with determination, and willing to take his mission to the end. He is caring for others, though his trust is handpicked on who it rests with. Someone who upholds his friends in great esteem, its very hard to gain his trust, and nearly impossible to regain it if it is lost. He doesn't believe in finishing life, and he always tries to let his opponents live to face the destiny they deserve; that is one of the Jedi ways he has not lost. As such, he adopted a style that would allow him to protect those he needed to protect, and also only bring battles to the extreme end of finishing another's life if there is no other way around. He's virtually incorruptible, following the Light Side of the Force with such passion that he has never feared falling to the Dark Side after the incident with his Master, which triggered his belief on the Light Side and respective disbelief on the Jedi Order's view of it.
He tries to teach others what he has learned; it is not uncommon for him to be giving a bit of advise here and there. While it may sound arrogant, it's the kind of arrogant that despite being present, it's a very subtle thing, and almost works out for his way as he is but merely trying to be helpful.
He loves strawberries and has an irrational fear of heights [acrophobia], unless it is combined with the motion of, for example's sake, a ship, in which case it doesn't show. If he is merely on top of a tall building and he is outside the wall's safety's [a balcony or even the roof] his acrophobia will most likely lead him to panic and become an inderance towards him, preventing him from reaching comfort with safety.
Role Plays
Still Coping with a Loss(Jayce Anzel Training)
A Brand New Initiate(Mardu Vas)
Trouble on Bastooine
Samueel Tomorrol
I guess this is the part I tell you about me. About who I am. I am Samueel Tomorrol; I was born in the lower levels of Coruscant, and all I know of my parents is that I was born out of a Human father and Miraluka mother, from whom I got my eyes. Striving not to keep me in the life they had in the lower levels, my father contacted the Jedi Temple and gave me up for a greater cause, and a greater life.
I never heard from them. Not ever.
Life in the Jedi Temple was alright. I got to grow there, and I never knew another home. I lived with the other Younglings, I learned along side them. Lightsaber usage, Core Powers of the Force... I followed the Jedi's teaching's without flawing them, I saw them as being unique. I was just not well imformed enough; that thought assaults me everytime this feeling crosses my mind.
I was taken as Padawan at the age of eleven years old. My Master was a Knight who's name shall not be revealed. I liked him, and we were very close. He taught me the basis to who I am today. But with the years, I could feel my master begin to get more distant, like his goals started to differ from mine, or even those from the Order. Something must have been wrong. The years turned into nearly a decade when Samueel's relation with his Master was severed, and by no one else than his Master himself. Driving them to a rogue moon in the Middle Rim, he craved a dangerous item kept in the guard of a small cult within the Moon's florest. I felt that something was out of line, something was wrong with his Master... but in a last vow of hope towards the man, he kept guard at the entrance of the temple; a wierd task, one not assigned to him in all the time they served together. Once his Master was inside, if didn't take long for the Force to ripple and scream off the temple; a massacre was occuring inside... and it was signed by his Master. He had been able to hide it for most of the time, but now it was out: and it wasn't giving chance to others. Entering on the temple, and fighting my own Master to the extent of my knowledge, I was downed by my master and my right forearm was struck, severing my hand. Weakened, I crawled my way towards my master as he grew in power within the Dark Side, but as he did, he became oblivious to what was not happening to him and as such he only realized me striking him down far too late. I came to realize, that moment, how I disliked the feeling of a soul joining the Force; I disliked killing.
A group of mercenaries agreed to help me get help; as long as they were paid, they cared little about asking questions. Taking a time off from the Order, I began to wonder what had taken his master down and away from his goals and views, and I reached the conclusion that the Order's narrow viewpoint was the weakness that cracked my Master. Rennouncing the Order, I driffted through the galaxy wondering endlessly to find an answer for my questions. In these years, I took what my master taught me and molded my own ways. Taking the knowledge on Soseru left to me, I began to strive to perfect it's practice, as well as adding Djem So to create a highly counter-active style between the use of Form III and V. I worked as a personal bodyguard to a small private's army chairman, but along those years, someone came along: Musari. He had an interesting quest, and for our own sanity's sake, his and mine, I decided to help him with his goal of helping other beings in the Galaxy and to ultimately bring balance. I taught him what I myself knew, and together we learned new things within the Force. Now a Harbringer of the Crimson Knights, I'm just waiting to do my bit for the Galaxy.
Available Data
Basic
NAME: Samueel Tomorrol; FACTION: Crimson Knights; RANK: Harbringer; SPECIES: Miraluka; AGE: 38; GENDER: Male; CREDITS: 1,000; DISTINGUISHING MARKS: A scar that shows on his left eyes vertically, paralell to his hair line, and his right forearm being a robotic implant; FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
Apprearance
Samueel is a bit stocky, having broad shoulders, tough rib cage and a wall of bricks for abdomen. He keeps his body quite in shape, believing that only through a sane body can a sane mind exist. He is 5'9ft, and he has no apparent fat, being made out of fibrous and compact muscle which furthers to his stocky appearance. White globes fill his eye sockets, and he will usually wear the hood of his robe over his eyes, covering his charismatic look of a leader, and hiding his shoulder length blonde hair. He wears a white shirt, and over it a brown vest. His shorts go just below the knee and has knee high boots. Over this, he will usually wear a crimson robe, again, with the robe helping to mask his eyes.
Attributes/Skills
Despite not caring about how his body looks, Samueel does care about how his body performs. He keeps himself fit, taking care of how he treats his body, what he eats and how well he rests. He isn't someone found amongst the books; for him, pratical knowledge beats any theory, though he admits theory is the waypoint to experience. Charismatic and wise, he has seen his share of the Galaxy, and is open minded and humble enough to share what he knows and to learn from others.
Overall, Samueel is a fierce duelist with a neat balance between his skill with a lightsaber and his will to use it to resolve situations. Usually a charismatic man, he could apply his charisma in much better ways, but the way it is now is just fine and has helped him already. A tactical mind, Samueel has become known to be a very defensive unit, striving to protect a goal and making through hardships by resilient counter-action, using an attackers tactic and offensive against himself and remaining alive no matter what.
He is a skilled pilot and duelist. His lightsaber combat forms include Form III Soseru, taught by his Master and in which he is a proficient user, and Form I, taught to him at the Academy and in which he is moderate user; over the years, he learned through first hand experience and practice how to use both Forms individually and how to mix them up mid battle for greater efficiency.
Force Powers
Telekinesis
[Push/Pull/Wave -- Proficient Use]
Core Powers
[Jump, Sight, Sense, Telepathy, Empathy...]
Force Absortion
Shatterpoint [Very limited use; Never trained with it, and it only comes to him at random times of need]
Force Heal
Force Persuade
Lightsaber
Unlike most members of the Crimson Knights, Samueel never felt the need to carry around his very own blaster or slugthrower; in his words, "when the time comes that I need one of those, there'll be plenty of them scattered in the ground". Instead, he gives his full attention to the lightsaber; in dire situations where the only possible negotiation becomes hostile negotiation, it's to this marvel of technology he resorts. It's hilt has a simple design, and it bears an orange Solari crystal which produces a wider blade, allowing more effectiveness when deflecting blaster bolts. It is said that only someone pure of spirit and ardent follower of the Light Side of the Force could use this crystal. Fortunately for Samueel, he's quite up to the task.
Samueel's Solari Crystal Powered Lightsaber
Personality
Samueel has quite a reputation. He is known to pursue an objective with determination, and willing to take his mission to the end. He is caring for others, though his trust is handpicked on who it rests with. Someone who upholds his friends in great esteem, its very hard to gain his trust, and nearly impossible to regain it if it is lost. He doesn't believe in finishing life, and he always tries to let his opponents live to face the destiny they deserve; that is one of the Jedi ways he has not lost. As such, he adopted a style that would allow him to protect those he needed to protect, and also only bring battles to the extreme end of finishing another's life if there is no other way around. He's virtually incorruptible, following the Light Side of the Force with such passion that he has never feared falling to the Dark Side after the incident with his Master, which triggered his belief on the Light Side and respective disbelief on the Jedi Order's view of it.
He tries to teach others what he has learned; it is not uncommon for him to be giving a bit of advise here and there. While it may sound arrogant, it's the kind of arrogant that despite being present, it's a very subtle thing, and almost works out for his way as he is but merely trying to be helpful.
He loves strawberries and has an irrational fear of heights [acrophobia], unless it is combined with the motion of, for example's sake, a ship, in which case it doesn't show. If he is merely on top of a tall building and he is outside the wall's safety's [a balcony or even the roof] his acrophobia will most likely lead him to panic and become an inderance towards him, preventing him from reaching comfort with safety.
Role Plays
Still Coping with a Loss(Jayce Anzel Training)
A Brand New Initiate(Mardu Vas)
Trouble on Bastooine
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