Post by gemidifett on Feb 9, 2010 22:29:26 GMT -5
Name: Gemidi Vhett
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Race: Kiffar
Height: 5' 6"
Weight: 126 lbs.
Eye color: emerald green
Hair Color: brown with gold highlights
Skin Color: "white"
Skin tone: tan(has scars)
Tattoos: Yes, a black and white rose decorates the left side of her face(covers the eye)
Scars: many from squabbles none are very "interesting"
Piercings: no
Dress Code: wears her armor most of the time, when in her ship she'll just wear her flight suit. Sometimes she wear clothes just for walking around in.
Weapons: 2 besk'ad and a blue-green lightsaber
Faction: Mando'ade(Mandlorians)
Rank: Private
Force Sensitive: yes
Lightsaber Form: Sokan
Sword Form: Nasaad murci't (No prisoners, LOTF reference)
Force Powers: Force push, Force Levitate, Immunity, Burst of speed
Skills: Gemidi is a close combat duelist, she is a up-close-and-personal fighter, she just about hates using blaster, but isn't afraid to use one if she needs to.
Strengths & Weaknesses:
Strengths:
close combat expert
good pilot
lone fighter
Weaknesses:
Not a very social, hates people who look down on her.
dose not like blasters
Likes & Dislikes: Likes:strills, fighting, nerf, and the Black Rose I(Her ship)
Dislikes:Snobby people, blasters, nosy people.
Ship: the Black Rose I
Type: Dynamic-class freighter
Size: Length:27.24m Width:25.94m
Maximum speed: 800 km/h(atmosphere max.)
Weapons: Twin turbolaser turrets (dorsal and ventral)
Heavy dual laser cannon turrets (port and starboard)
History:
When I was young..
Gemidi wasn't always a Mando or Gemidi. Her first name was Nulas Frilacy and that was when she was a jedi. Gemidi grew up as a jedi, never knowing her parents or relatives. She would often have times of great sadness because she wanted family. Her master, whose name she has long forgotten, could pull her out of depression and get her happy again.
That fateful day...
When Gemidi was about 14, she, her master, and 5 other jedi had been sent to a remote planet to scout for signs of Mandalorian war forces, in fear of invasion. As they group was walking though a field a loud ringing shot has pierced the air and one of the jedi fell. Slowly the jedi were picked off, one by one by snippers. Gemidi's had been hit though the shoulder,s ending enough pain though her nerves to make her pass out. The remaining jedi, 3 including Gemidi's master, ran away escaping the deadly mando'ade, leaving a still alive, wounded, Gemidi behind.
Family at last..
After the Mandalorians had chased the jedi away, another group went up to the dead bodies. When the snipper that shot her tried to take her lightsaber, Gemidi reacted unconsciously violent, lashing out with her lightsaber. The blade only left a burn on the beskar armor, but the man was surprised. He was finally able to convince the small group to let him take her back to camp to heal her.
When Gemidi woke up she saw that she was in a tent and could smell something cooking outside. When wandered outside she noted she was in the Mando's camp. She met the person who shot her, then saved her life, Darsim Vhett and his wife Tepiy Vhett. She stayed in the camp for weeks, growing a strong bond with the Vhett family. Finally the day before the mando's attack, Darsim and Tepiy adopted Nulas and she adopted the name Gemidi Vhett from that point on.
Now she fights with honor and courage against the jedi, believing that she wouldn't of almost died if the Jedi had tried to save her.
Role Play Sample: Planet:unknown Time:about noon
Nulas walked quietly beside her master, using her Force senses to try to find any mando's. But she kept getting distracted. the Force flowed strong on the planet, there were many life forms and it was hard to tell what was human and what was not.
"Nulas? Are you even watching where you’re going?" Nulas's master.
"Yes Master, there’s just so much to take in." Nulas said with disdain. Her master went quiet. He paused at the edge of a field, the rest of the Jedi behind him stopped to glancing around.
"Let’s go." he said and he walked out on to the field.
Nulas grabbed the lightsaber at her belt for comfort. She let her force senses expand over the surrounding areas. She felt the jedi behind her and...
Wait a second? I feel 10 people, yet there are only 8 people in this party. Nulas quick drew her lightsaber as one man’s head jerked back and he fell to the ground, dead. The groups lightsabers came on as one as a female Rodian Jedi fell to the ground.
"Snipers!" the Nulas master yelled as her started to sprint to cover. Two more fell behind Nulas as she ran.
Then a blinding pain shot though her whole body, her eyes blackout and she fell to the ground.
Nulas master hesitated for a moment then kept running with the rest of the Jedi, not checking to see if she was dead.
15 minutes later after the Jedi were chased out of system.
A group of Mandalorian quietly stalks out of the bushes. There are 5 of them. 4 of them walk over to the small pile of Jedi and they took the lightsabers from their rightful owners.
One jogged over to Nulas and stopped his eyes raking over the body.
"Darsim! Look I found your Jedi!" A middle aged man with black hair, light brown eyes, and grey armor ran over to where Nulas laid crumpled on the ground.
"Shame I had to kill this young one. But she is the enemy." He paused for a moment leaning down and started to pry to lightsaber from Nulas.
Nulas felt someone trying to take her lightsaber. She thought it was some animal so she thumbed the blade and lashed out hoping to scare it away.
Darsim felt back as the lightsaber left an ugly black mark across his chest. "Shab." Darsim got back up and started to talk quietly to his friends. Then he walked back over and pick Nulas up. A speeder roared out fo the bushes and the driver got off.
"Here take her back on this, but don't exspect a friendly welcome." A hard-faced woman in red armor said.
Darsim nodded and drove the speeder back to camp, one hand steering, one holding on to the almost dead person.
~~~
Run get away, your being attacked. Nulas lay figeting on the ground, covered up with multiblue blankets. Then she sat upright sweat glimming on her forehead. She looked around then saw she was in a tent. She stood up and staggered over to where her lightsaber was lying on the ground she picked it up and turned in on as a man in grey armor walked in. He took a surpised step back, he was carrying wound rappings. Then Nulas felt a pain shoot up from her shoulder.
"Udesii, jetii! I saved you after your friend left you to go join the shabla Force." the man said. "I couldn't leave you to die out there in the feild so I brought you back here."
Nulas starred warly at the man. "You saved me?"
The man chuckled, "Sure I did, jetii. your shab-faced friends left you to die." he paused his brown eyes look at her left shoulder. "Now are you going to let me treat the wound or you going to slice me to haran?"
Nulas smiled, feeling mo troulble or mistrust in the Force. "Go ahead."
~~~
After spending two weeks under the faithful protection of Darsim and his wife Tepiy Vhett, Nulas was soon almost a full mando girl. Picking uo the profancies first, learning the rest later.
"Nulas?" Tepiy said as she touched Nulas shoulder.
"What Tep'buir?" Nulas said. She galnced behind Tepiy and saw Darsim appoching.
Tepiy was about to say something but Darsim got to it first. "We wanted to ask if we could formally adopt you into the family."
Nulas heart lept. Finally! A family! Inside she was leapinga round like a little child. Nulas nodded. "Yes please."
Darsim and each claped one of Nulas hand. "Ni kyr'tayl gai sa'ad, I now see you as my child Nulas." Darsim looked very happy, and Tepiy looked even happier.
"Buir, wait." Darsim ahd started to turn around but stopped. "I don't want to be Nulas any more." Nulas was tierd of the name, and it didn't seem to fit. "Please buir, call me Gemidi from now on."
Darsim nodded. "Sure, now come joing around the fire, ad'ika, lets celebrate."
Nulas, now Gemidi, nodded and raced Drsim across the camp, glowing with the happyness inside her. But one day, master, I just might show you what happened to me after all.
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Race: Kiffar
Height: 5' 6"
Weight: 126 lbs.
Eye color: emerald green
Hair Color: brown with gold highlights
Skin Color: "white"
Skin tone: tan(has scars)
Tattoos: Yes, a black and white rose decorates the left side of her face(covers the eye)
Scars: many from squabbles none are very "interesting"
Piercings: no
Dress Code: wears her armor most of the time, when in her ship she'll just wear her flight suit. Sometimes she wear clothes just for walking around in.
Weapons: 2 besk'ad and a blue-green lightsaber
Faction: Mando'ade(Mandlorians)
Rank: Private
Force Sensitive: yes
Lightsaber Form: Sokan
Sword Form: Nasaad murci't (No prisoners, LOTF reference)
Force Powers: Force push, Force Levitate, Immunity, Burst of speed
Skills: Gemidi is a close combat duelist, she is a up-close-and-personal fighter, she just about hates using blaster, but isn't afraid to use one if she needs to.
Strengths & Weaknesses:
Strengths:
close combat expert
good pilot
lone fighter
Weaknesses:
Not a very social, hates people who look down on her.
dose not like blasters
Likes & Dislikes: Likes:strills, fighting, nerf, and the Black Rose I(Her ship)
Dislikes:Snobby people, blasters, nosy people.
Ship: the Black Rose I
Type: Dynamic-class freighter
Size: Length:27.24m Width:25.94m
Maximum speed: 800 km/h(atmosphere max.)
Weapons: Twin turbolaser turrets (dorsal and ventral)
Heavy dual laser cannon turrets (port and starboard)
History:
When I was young..
Gemidi wasn't always a Mando or Gemidi. Her first name was Nulas Frilacy and that was when she was a jedi. Gemidi grew up as a jedi, never knowing her parents or relatives. She would often have times of great sadness because she wanted family. Her master, whose name she has long forgotten, could pull her out of depression and get her happy again.
That fateful day...
When Gemidi was about 14, she, her master, and 5 other jedi had been sent to a remote planet to scout for signs of Mandalorian war forces, in fear of invasion. As they group was walking though a field a loud ringing shot has pierced the air and one of the jedi fell. Slowly the jedi were picked off, one by one by snippers. Gemidi's had been hit though the shoulder,s ending enough pain though her nerves to make her pass out. The remaining jedi, 3 including Gemidi's master, ran away escaping the deadly mando'ade, leaving a still alive, wounded, Gemidi behind.
Family at last..
After the Mandalorians had chased the jedi away, another group went up to the dead bodies. When the snipper that shot her tried to take her lightsaber, Gemidi reacted unconsciously violent, lashing out with her lightsaber. The blade only left a burn on the beskar armor, but the man was surprised. He was finally able to convince the small group to let him take her back to camp to heal her.
When Gemidi woke up she saw that she was in a tent and could smell something cooking outside. When wandered outside she noted she was in the Mando's camp. She met the person who shot her, then saved her life, Darsim Vhett and his wife Tepiy Vhett. She stayed in the camp for weeks, growing a strong bond with the Vhett family. Finally the day before the mando's attack, Darsim and Tepiy adopted Nulas and she adopted the name Gemidi Vhett from that point on.
Now she fights with honor and courage against the jedi, believing that she wouldn't of almost died if the Jedi had tried to save her.
Role Play Sample: Planet:unknown Time:about noon
Nulas walked quietly beside her master, using her Force senses to try to find any mando's. But she kept getting distracted. the Force flowed strong on the planet, there were many life forms and it was hard to tell what was human and what was not.
"Nulas? Are you even watching where you’re going?" Nulas's master.
"Yes Master, there’s just so much to take in." Nulas said with disdain. Her master went quiet. He paused at the edge of a field, the rest of the Jedi behind him stopped to glancing around.
"Let’s go." he said and he walked out on to the field.
Nulas grabbed the lightsaber at her belt for comfort. She let her force senses expand over the surrounding areas. She felt the jedi behind her and...
Wait a second? I feel 10 people, yet there are only 8 people in this party. Nulas quick drew her lightsaber as one man’s head jerked back and he fell to the ground, dead. The groups lightsabers came on as one as a female Rodian Jedi fell to the ground.
"Snipers!" the Nulas master yelled as her started to sprint to cover. Two more fell behind Nulas as she ran.
Then a blinding pain shot though her whole body, her eyes blackout and she fell to the ground.
Nulas master hesitated for a moment then kept running with the rest of the Jedi, not checking to see if she was dead.
15 minutes later after the Jedi were chased out of system.
A group of Mandalorian quietly stalks out of the bushes. There are 5 of them. 4 of them walk over to the small pile of Jedi and they took the lightsabers from their rightful owners.
One jogged over to Nulas and stopped his eyes raking over the body.
"Darsim! Look I found your Jedi!" A middle aged man with black hair, light brown eyes, and grey armor ran over to where Nulas laid crumpled on the ground.
"Shame I had to kill this young one. But she is the enemy." He paused for a moment leaning down and started to pry to lightsaber from Nulas.
Nulas felt someone trying to take her lightsaber. She thought it was some animal so she thumbed the blade and lashed out hoping to scare it away.
Darsim felt back as the lightsaber left an ugly black mark across his chest. "Shab." Darsim got back up and started to talk quietly to his friends. Then he walked back over and pick Nulas up. A speeder roared out fo the bushes and the driver got off.
"Here take her back on this, but don't exspect a friendly welcome." A hard-faced woman in red armor said.
Darsim nodded and drove the speeder back to camp, one hand steering, one holding on to the almost dead person.
~~~
Run get away, your being attacked. Nulas lay figeting on the ground, covered up with multiblue blankets. Then she sat upright sweat glimming on her forehead. She looked around then saw she was in a tent. She stood up and staggered over to where her lightsaber was lying on the ground she picked it up and turned in on as a man in grey armor walked in. He took a surpised step back, he was carrying wound rappings. Then Nulas felt a pain shoot up from her shoulder.
"Udesii, jetii! I saved you after your friend left you to go join the shabla Force." the man said. "I couldn't leave you to die out there in the feild so I brought you back here."
Nulas starred warly at the man. "You saved me?"
The man chuckled, "Sure I did, jetii. your shab-faced friends left you to die." he paused his brown eyes look at her left shoulder. "Now are you going to let me treat the wound or you going to slice me to haran?"
Nulas smiled, feeling mo troulble or mistrust in the Force. "Go ahead."
~~~
After spending two weeks under the faithful protection of Darsim and his wife Tepiy Vhett, Nulas was soon almost a full mando girl. Picking uo the profancies first, learning the rest later.
"Nulas?" Tepiy said as she touched Nulas shoulder.
"What Tep'buir?" Nulas said. She galnced behind Tepiy and saw Darsim appoching.
Tepiy was about to say something but Darsim got to it first. "We wanted to ask if we could formally adopt you into the family."
Nulas heart lept. Finally! A family! Inside she was leapinga round like a little child. Nulas nodded. "Yes please."
Darsim and each claped one of Nulas hand. "Ni kyr'tayl gai sa'ad, I now see you as my child Nulas." Darsim looked very happy, and Tepiy looked even happier.
"Buir, wait." Darsim ahd started to turn around but stopped. "I don't want to be Nulas any more." Nulas was tierd of the name, and it didn't seem to fit. "Please buir, call me Gemidi from now on."
Darsim nodded. "Sure, now come joing around the fire, ad'ika, lets celebrate."
Nulas, now Gemidi, nodded and raced Drsim across the camp, glowing with the happyness inside her. But one day, master, I just might show you what happened to me after all.