Post by cloudedforcemaster on Feb 11, 2008 2:21:47 GMT -5
Name: Frell Gretuil
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Height: Six foot Eleven Inches (6'11")
Weight: one hundred eighty four pounds (184 lbs.)
Eye Color: Bright green
Hair Color: Dark brown
Skin Color: White
Skin tone: Pale
Tattoos: N/A
Scars: N/A
Piercings: N/A
Dress Code: Brown Clothe shirt, finely woven clothe Pants (Almost silk like.) Bare foot.
Weapons: Light Spear. (Think Light Staff with extended beams.)
Faction: Free Traders Fleet
Rank: Trader Dominate
Force Sesitive: Yes
Lightsaber Form: While seemingly untrained in the use of Light Sabre weapons, Frell has shown extreme skill in wielding various Light sabre types with out any real form.
Sword Form: Same as Lightsabre Form.
Force Powers:
Master: All Basic - 6 Improved - 8 Advanced
Skills: Merchantile, Speechcraft, Political maneuvering. (too many skills to list.)
Strengths & Weaknesses: Strengths: Deliberate, Quick to react, Slow to Anger. Weakness: Rarely speaks, Relays on his skills wiht the Force more than he should, rarely useing his Light Spear when he should.
Likes & Dislikes: Likes Sleep, Meditation, eating, thinking about things in a thurough manner. Dislikes Rude people with no respect.
Ship: Relfectant Justice
Type: Capital Ship with several Medium to small Domelike habitats attached to it.
Size: Large, fifty layers or levels, sections Alpha through Zeta.
Maximum speed: 855 Km
Weapons: Many, 439 Weapons in all
History: Frell, Born to a planet yet to be of any concern to anybody but its inhabitants. Frell is the last Fertile man from his planet. The few other inhabitants that remain on the planet are force users. Frell and these other force users have lived without the Dark and Light sides of the force, but have lived on the foundations of war.
While being the last remaining fertile human on his home planet, those who be the powers of law, knew that there have always been other humans out there, populating many worlds. A large capital ship was created, to take Frell out into the deep reaches of space to find other fertile humans and bring them back to his planet. The capital ship that Frell now calls home is equiped with state of the art weapons and sheilding systems as well as the latest life sustaining support systems.
At the age of thirteen Frell was taken aboard the ship, along with his force trainers. His training was long and extensive. Having been trained from such a young age he has become quite adept in the uses of the force. His old masters have all died while training Frell. The last one to die had graduated Frell and gave him instructions on how to make many types of a light Sabre. Frell chose to use a Light Spear. Similar in the dimentions of the Like Staff (Darth-Maul used one.) but has slightly longer, and stronger light beams. The Handle itself has been make of lightweight materials and has been made with aero-dynamic properties, as the light Spear is meant to be thrown or used with quick and successive manuveurs. The Light beams, though longer, with added strength, have also been thinned for better manuveurs.
Frell, having flown far from his home planet has seen many conflicts, so much that, his ship's Nav computer has been damaged, losing the co-ordinates to his home. With out these co-ordinates Frell has no way of finding his home again. Frell and the crew of his ship has built up a society that has quickly gained other inhabitants of numerous systems to join. The Society, is known to the general populace as an illegal traders syndicate. But is known as a free space traders paradice to any freelance merc or bounty hunter. The Free space Traders have formed a fleet around Frells large capitol ship, adding Several Dome like Habitats to the ship, turning it into a type of space station like ship. With numerous ships now surrounding Frell and his Ship. Frell has been named Trader Dominate. He provides for the numerous people who have taken up a new place in Frells ship or fleet. But the people who live in his ship or the surrounding ships must pay him a percentage of their profits.
Role Play Sample: Frell stepped out of his personal quarters. It was the largest in the ship. Consisting of a large living room for visitors to visit, a large room holding a large, soft bed with some of the finest materials in the universe, and a changing space. There was also a room to take care of bodily functions. Walking in a purposeful fasion, Frell knew where he was going and what he was about. Ever since that day the Navigations room was destroyed, he had never quite acted the same. Once a very talkative and sensitive young man that loved to tell jokes, now a seemingly dark man that keeps to himself and very rarely laughs any more. The door opened with s swoosh as he left the general living quarters and entered the trading district. People stepped lightly around Frell, instantly recognizing him in the crowd by his bright green eyes and tall slight muscular build and pale white skin covered with brown clothing. His bare feet seemed to step an inch above the actual floor. His strength in the force had only been tested by few others. They had claimed to be of strong orders. Three had called themselves Sith, while four had called themselves Jedi. After only four months they had proven that none of them could be trusted and so were now locked away as slaves aboard his ship. He knew that their strengths in the force would be strong, but not so much when he was finished. He had easily found the anatomy of these meddlesome creatures and had popped open their craniums. He had placed simple implants that worked to regulate the flow of the force within the creatures. Once done he simply closed them up and put them up for sale as common slaves. Now he strode among the people living on his ship, musing over his actions. Had had to have done the right thing. Those seven had caused an uproar, with their attacks on eatch other and having even attacked him. He had easily put them down and in the heat of it all had turned them all into slaves.
His Society was different from the others. The common folk didn't have to struggle to get by, like so many others he had learned about. The economy was surprisingly stable. Slaves weren't treated any thing like any one would at first assume. The slaves here were well cared for and could do things on their own. But they had to take care of their master and tend the home or shops. In order to own a slave, one must fisrt meet the regulations. Must always give at least three fair sized meals to each slave a day, and must always get the slaves new clothes ever month, no matter what the slave is meant to do. Slaves must have adequate living quarters and be treated fairly and many other things must be taken care of. If some one were to fail in keeping the regulations, they would become the Trader Dominates personal slave. All the persons posesions would then become the property of various slaves and they would be free.
Now Frell was on his way to collect a new slave, a Human female who had used her slaves in ways that broke nearly all the regulations. He stepped up to the store front. The two males behind the counter were clearly sex slaves. They had nearly nothing on. "Mistress Jer Zell, no stalling." The two men quickly left the counter and through a door. after a whole minute of various voices speaking. A woman stepped out the door. She wore a Cloak, one that looked vaguely like that of one of those Jedi. "You have broken nearly every regulation regarding the owner ship of slaves, come with me now." Frell spoke deliberately, an edge on his voice that spoke in volumes. Volumes the woman didn't understand. Her cloak billowed open as her arms moved with speed. a light Sabre in her right hand. She wore only undergarments underneath her cloak. Frell was quick to act. He lifted his arm and flicked his wrist at her Sabre. The weapon flew from her hand and landed on the ground, deactivated. Opening his hand, palm out, he grabbed at the air, manipulating the force to grab the womans hair. Pulling toward him then pushing his arm down, the woman let out a yell of pain as her hair was pulled toward him then into the ground. She had no choise but to follow the as the force slammed her face into the floor. With that single blow, she was out. Frell lifted her up, using the force. Using his right hand, he picked up the discarded Sabre and pocketed it. He walked away, the woman following after him in the air.
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Height: Six foot Eleven Inches (6'11")
Weight: one hundred eighty four pounds (184 lbs.)
Eye Color: Bright green
Hair Color: Dark brown
Skin Color: White
Skin tone: Pale
Tattoos: N/A
Scars: N/A
Piercings: N/A
Dress Code: Brown Clothe shirt, finely woven clothe Pants (Almost silk like.) Bare foot.
Weapons: Light Spear. (Think Light Staff with extended beams.)
Faction: Free Traders Fleet
Rank: Trader Dominate
Force Sesitive: Yes
Lightsaber Form: While seemingly untrained in the use of Light Sabre weapons, Frell has shown extreme skill in wielding various Light sabre types with out any real form.
Sword Form: Same as Lightsabre Form.
Force Powers:
Master: All Basic - 6 Improved - 8 Advanced
Skills: Merchantile, Speechcraft, Political maneuvering. (too many skills to list.)
Strengths & Weaknesses: Strengths: Deliberate, Quick to react, Slow to Anger. Weakness: Rarely speaks, Relays on his skills wiht the Force more than he should, rarely useing his Light Spear when he should.
Likes & Dislikes: Likes Sleep, Meditation, eating, thinking about things in a thurough manner. Dislikes Rude people with no respect.
Ship: Relfectant Justice
Type: Capital Ship with several Medium to small Domelike habitats attached to it.
Size: Large, fifty layers or levels, sections Alpha through Zeta.
Maximum speed: 855 Km
Weapons: Many, 439 Weapons in all
History: Frell, Born to a planet yet to be of any concern to anybody but its inhabitants. Frell is the last Fertile man from his planet. The few other inhabitants that remain on the planet are force users. Frell and these other force users have lived without the Dark and Light sides of the force, but have lived on the foundations of war.
While being the last remaining fertile human on his home planet, those who be the powers of law, knew that there have always been other humans out there, populating many worlds. A large capital ship was created, to take Frell out into the deep reaches of space to find other fertile humans and bring them back to his planet. The capital ship that Frell now calls home is equiped with state of the art weapons and sheilding systems as well as the latest life sustaining support systems.
At the age of thirteen Frell was taken aboard the ship, along with his force trainers. His training was long and extensive. Having been trained from such a young age he has become quite adept in the uses of the force. His old masters have all died while training Frell. The last one to die had graduated Frell and gave him instructions on how to make many types of a light Sabre. Frell chose to use a Light Spear. Similar in the dimentions of the Like Staff (Darth-Maul used one.) but has slightly longer, and stronger light beams. The Handle itself has been make of lightweight materials and has been made with aero-dynamic properties, as the light Spear is meant to be thrown or used with quick and successive manuveurs. The Light beams, though longer, with added strength, have also been thinned for better manuveurs.
Frell, having flown far from his home planet has seen many conflicts, so much that, his ship's Nav computer has been damaged, losing the co-ordinates to his home. With out these co-ordinates Frell has no way of finding his home again. Frell and the crew of his ship has built up a society that has quickly gained other inhabitants of numerous systems to join. The Society, is known to the general populace as an illegal traders syndicate. But is known as a free space traders paradice to any freelance merc or bounty hunter. The Free space Traders have formed a fleet around Frells large capitol ship, adding Several Dome like Habitats to the ship, turning it into a type of space station like ship. With numerous ships now surrounding Frell and his Ship. Frell has been named Trader Dominate. He provides for the numerous people who have taken up a new place in Frells ship or fleet. But the people who live in his ship or the surrounding ships must pay him a percentage of their profits.
Role Play Sample: Frell stepped out of his personal quarters. It was the largest in the ship. Consisting of a large living room for visitors to visit, a large room holding a large, soft bed with some of the finest materials in the universe, and a changing space. There was also a room to take care of bodily functions. Walking in a purposeful fasion, Frell knew where he was going and what he was about. Ever since that day the Navigations room was destroyed, he had never quite acted the same. Once a very talkative and sensitive young man that loved to tell jokes, now a seemingly dark man that keeps to himself and very rarely laughs any more. The door opened with s swoosh as he left the general living quarters and entered the trading district. People stepped lightly around Frell, instantly recognizing him in the crowd by his bright green eyes and tall slight muscular build and pale white skin covered with brown clothing. His bare feet seemed to step an inch above the actual floor. His strength in the force had only been tested by few others. They had claimed to be of strong orders. Three had called themselves Sith, while four had called themselves Jedi. After only four months they had proven that none of them could be trusted and so were now locked away as slaves aboard his ship. He knew that their strengths in the force would be strong, but not so much when he was finished. He had easily found the anatomy of these meddlesome creatures and had popped open their craniums. He had placed simple implants that worked to regulate the flow of the force within the creatures. Once done he simply closed them up and put them up for sale as common slaves. Now he strode among the people living on his ship, musing over his actions. Had had to have done the right thing. Those seven had caused an uproar, with their attacks on eatch other and having even attacked him. He had easily put them down and in the heat of it all had turned them all into slaves.
His Society was different from the others. The common folk didn't have to struggle to get by, like so many others he had learned about. The economy was surprisingly stable. Slaves weren't treated any thing like any one would at first assume. The slaves here were well cared for and could do things on their own. But they had to take care of their master and tend the home or shops. In order to own a slave, one must fisrt meet the regulations. Must always give at least three fair sized meals to each slave a day, and must always get the slaves new clothes ever month, no matter what the slave is meant to do. Slaves must have adequate living quarters and be treated fairly and many other things must be taken care of. If some one were to fail in keeping the regulations, they would become the Trader Dominates personal slave. All the persons posesions would then become the property of various slaves and they would be free.
Now Frell was on his way to collect a new slave, a Human female who had used her slaves in ways that broke nearly all the regulations. He stepped up to the store front. The two males behind the counter were clearly sex slaves. They had nearly nothing on. "Mistress Jer Zell, no stalling." The two men quickly left the counter and through a door. after a whole minute of various voices speaking. A woman stepped out the door. She wore a Cloak, one that looked vaguely like that of one of those Jedi. "You have broken nearly every regulation regarding the owner ship of slaves, come with me now." Frell spoke deliberately, an edge on his voice that spoke in volumes. Volumes the woman didn't understand. Her cloak billowed open as her arms moved with speed. a light Sabre in her right hand. She wore only undergarments underneath her cloak. Frell was quick to act. He lifted his arm and flicked his wrist at her Sabre. The weapon flew from her hand and landed on the ground, deactivated. Opening his hand, palm out, he grabbed at the air, manipulating the force to grab the womans hair. Pulling toward him then pushing his arm down, the woman let out a yell of pain as her hair was pulled toward him then into the ground. She had no choise but to follow the as the force slammed her face into the floor. With that single blow, she was out. Frell lifted her up, using the force. Using his right hand, he picked up the discarded Sabre and pocketed it. He walked away, the woman following after him in the air.