Post by Torin Korr on May 11, 2007 9:08:20 GMT -5
Name: Torin Korr
Race: Kel Dor
Age: 47 human years (unknown Kel Dorian years)
Height: 1.6 meters
Class: Force User, former Tradesman
Class Rank: Jedi Master
Jedi/Sith Class: Jedi Guardian
Weapons: Viridian Lightsaber
Personality: He is the strong, silent type. His seeming lack of ability to discuss matters has kept him off the council for many years. He prefers to wait for the decisions of the council, and then he acts fast and hard. Despite his silent ways, he displays in full the three pillars of Jedi strength: self-discipline, knowledge and the Force.
Strengths: Lightsaber combat, use of the Force
Weaknesses: Negotiation/communication
Force Powers: Force Repel, Dominate Mind, Destroy Droid, Force Heal, Precognition/Foresight
History: Born on the homeworld Dorin, he was deprived of his destiny from birth. The silver specks in his pitch black eyes were a sure sign that he would become a great Force User, but his parents were outsiders who did not believe in the way of the Baran Do, and so he was forced to join the families trades in rare metals and gases found only in the barren wastelands of their homeplanet. By an early age, he became an invaluable asset to his father, as his untrained force abilities seemed to guide them to the furthest yet most wealthy digging sites.
An elder of the Baran Do picked up on a still fairly young (8 years of age by human count) Torin's abilities, and he secretly informed the Jedi Council of the boys' talents. He feared that if they trained the boy themselves on Dorin, his family would rebel and war could break out between different clans. The Jedi sent a Kel Dorian Master undercover of a Diplomat to the planet, so as not to draw any suspicion, to look into the Baran Do's reports. The Master found that Torin displayed a very raw, very contained presence of the Force, and not only a presence but a love and curiosity for it. The Master informed the Jedi Council of his findings, and requested he be allowed to remain on Dorin to train the boy.
Five years after, Torin was trained and old enough to disregard the control his parents had over him, and make his own decision on whether or not to become a Jedi. He left with the Master soon after, but not before paying his dearest respects to the Baran Do for their help. On Coruscant, he was assigned to a very talented female Zabrak Jedi who helped him to progress his abilities. Finding that he was already adept in the ways of the Force, she concentrated more on his lightsaber techniques and within time he became a formidable Jedi Guardian.
He served the Jedi for twenty plus years as a decorated and worthy warrior, used more in times of chaos and war than in times when negotation and a subtle approach were required. Because he was not used to or comfortable communicating with others, he never took on a Padawan therefore had to make the transition from Knight to Master through the Advanced Trials. However, he would first have to prove that he was truley ready to face Advanced Trials and take on a Master status. He was given this oppurtunity during the First Sith Civil War, when he was sent after a young apprentice, Rando Casea, who departed for Korriban in a wreckless, unwitting self-proclomation that he was ready for trials and willing to prove it. When he returned, with the young apprentice at his side and unscathed, he took place in the next Master ceremony and became Jedi Master Torin Korr.
When the First Jedi Purge began, he fled to Dorin, where he was protected by its atmosphere (which was poisonous to all except the Kel Dor) and the two black holes that preceeded the planet and were near impossible to avoid without precise navigational coordinates. Toward the end of 3,950 BBY, news of the death of Atris travelled to the planet through merchants and smugglers, and Torin returned to the Galaxy core at the dawn of 3,949 BBY.
Rp Sample:
This RP is an excerpt from the escape of Torin Korr and Rando Casea from Korriban during the First Sith Civil War. It is mentioned above in the History section.
The footsteps grew louder as their makers closed in on Torin's position. Beside him, the young boy known as Rando Casea was finding it hard to control his breathing. Torin recognised the shifty eyes, the rapid rise and fall of the chest as the breather struggled to contain himself, the thudding heartbeat. Fear swept through the boys' body.
Good. It will stop him from doing anything so foolish in the future.
Torin thought, turning his attention back to their pursuers. They were getting impatient, he could feel their anger through the Force, and through the swells of their anger he could pinpoint exactly where they were standing. There were three of them pacing the ten meters of corridor outside the hatch he and the apprentice hid in. None of them seemed to be Force sensitive, but he couldn't rule it out. He definitely couldn't hear the hum of any lightsabers but, again, that didn't mean they didn't have any. In fact, if any of them were adept with a lightsaber, they would know that keeping the weapon ignited would only give their position away even more easily. Whoever they were, he could not risk attacking them. If they had lightsabers and knew how to use them, the boy would not stand a chance. If they were simply soldiers, attacking them would bring unwanted attention and more pursuers. He would just have to wait for them to move on.
What if they don't move on?
The turned his glance, as the voice in his head had not been his own, but the boys. For a split second, he had thought the boy was telepathically communicating, which was a skill rarely seen, even amongst the most powerful of Jedi, but it seemed he had only plucked the thought from the boys mind unknowingly. It was a fair point. Drawing his lightsaber from his belt, he motioned to the boy, signalling him to go left and to the end of the corridor. The boy nodded, and drew his own lightsaber. Torin took a moment to locate the three pursuers again, and waited until they were all on the right side of the hatch before kicking the door open and stepping out. The boy dashed left, out of Torin's sight as he turned to face his three opponents. Two of them were young men, no older than twenty-five. The other was a little older, or maybe only a few years younger than Torin himself. It was hard to tell. He was the only one with a lightsaber, the other two wielded vibroblades.
The teacher and his students.
Torin thought, igniting his lightsaber and holding it with the hilt against his waist, so that the blade rose along the centre of his body, motionless and only inches from his face. He scanned the three men before him, taking in the calm stance of each. He could tell none of them were cautious of him, after all it was three on one and the boy counted for maybe a half.
It does not matter. None of them will pass me.
One of the two students lunged forward, his vibroblade thrusting out from his body. A stab at Torin's lower leg. The Jedi turned his wrist, bringing the lightsaber down to protect his left side, and there was a crackle of energy as the sword was deflected. The second student took the oppurtunity to lift his own sword high over his head, and then arc it down to his right, bringing the blade around in a deadly swing that would've cut Torin in half had he not leapt back a couple of feet. Both students advanced quickly now, their blades moving just as quick but with no accuracy. Torin parried the attacks with ease, moving backward very slowly. Beyond the clash of lightsaber and vibroblade, he could see the teacher taking slow step after slow step toward the skirmish. Either he felt his students could handle this foe alone, or he was uninterested in handicap fights. Torin pushed back against the two students with the Force, giving them no choice to step back a little or be thrown off their feet. He advanced a half-step, knocking one vibroblade away from his body and then following it with his lightsaber, slipping it under the students wrist and slicing through the muscle and bone. The student yelped in pain and collapsed against the wall, clutching the stub at the end of his arm where his hand had once been. The other student watched his ally in shock, giving Torin enough time to kick out with his boot, knocking the vibroblade from his one remaining foes hand. He brought his lightsaber up under the students chin, a silent warning not to reach for the fallen weapon. The student obeyed and began to retreat, only to be caught from behind by the red blade of his teacher.
"Weak. Pathetic."
The teacher said, pushing the lifeless body of his former student to the floor. Torin brought his saber back into close proximity with his body, ready to defend. He could feel Rando behind him, still at the end of the corridor, struggling to decide whether or not to help out. He sent out a little push through the Force, not enough to knock the boy over, just enough to persuade him to stand back.
"I thought the Jedi would've been happy to sit back and watch us all kill ourselves. But no. Anything to reinforce this 'guardians of the peace' trick you have the whole Galaxy believing."
The teacher said, his hatred for the Jedi and everything related to it seething through his exterior like a supernova. Torin did not reply. He swept his Viridian blade to the left and back to the right, mirroring that of the teachers red blade. It was an old defence form he had learned on Dorin, but to anybody who did not know it (which was a huge percentage) it seemed more of a taunt. The teacher leapt forward off his feet, his blade held in front of him. He moved so quick and unexpectedly, that Torin only had time to place his own blade between himself and his enemy and take the full weight. They both grunted at the sudden impact, their lightsabers crackling with the fuse of energy. The teacher had his teeth gritted, his brow creased, every inch of his body screaming that he was trying his best to break through Torin's defense, but he could not beat the Jedi's strength.
"You will die here, Jedi!"
He screamed, putting his last burst of energy into the lock, dropping his head a little as if it helped. A mistake. An opening. Torin stepped sideways, releasing the lock and sending the teacher tumbling to the ground. The red blade swung from under the felled body, striking out in an arc that threatened to knock Torin off his guard. He jumped over it instead, bringing his blade across his own body as he landed to deflect the teachers blade as he brought it back round from behind him.
"Die!"
The teacher cried, rolling forward and back onto his feet, turning to plunge his blade into Torin's gut. But Torin had not followed the teacher, and he still stood out of range. Now, as the teacher got to his feet, he advanced, blocking a few weak and desperate attempts from the teacher as he straight to stay afoot. Torin sped up his wrist work, getting in a few stabs and crosses between his parrying until the teacher had no choice but to retreat into a fully defensive stance. Torin kept on with his onslaught, slowly wearing his opponents down until, finally, the teacher could hold his blade no more and he let it fall to the ground, bringing his hands up before him. It was his only chance to survive. He knew the Jedi did not kill prisoners. Torin launched a swift, hard kick that connected with the teachers jaw, knocking him against the wall and unconscious. Deactivating his lightsaber, he walked quickly to the end of the corridor, grabbed Rando by the sleeve and began to run.
Race: Kel Dor
Age: 47 human years (unknown Kel Dorian years)
Height: 1.6 meters
Class: Force User, former Tradesman
Class Rank: Jedi Master
Jedi/Sith Class: Jedi Guardian
Weapons: Viridian Lightsaber
Personality: He is the strong, silent type. His seeming lack of ability to discuss matters has kept him off the council for many years. He prefers to wait for the decisions of the council, and then he acts fast and hard. Despite his silent ways, he displays in full the three pillars of Jedi strength: self-discipline, knowledge and the Force.
Strengths: Lightsaber combat, use of the Force
Weaknesses: Negotiation/communication
Force Powers: Force Repel, Dominate Mind, Destroy Droid, Force Heal, Precognition/Foresight
History: Born on the homeworld Dorin, he was deprived of his destiny from birth. The silver specks in his pitch black eyes were a sure sign that he would become a great Force User, but his parents were outsiders who did not believe in the way of the Baran Do, and so he was forced to join the families trades in rare metals and gases found only in the barren wastelands of their homeplanet. By an early age, he became an invaluable asset to his father, as his untrained force abilities seemed to guide them to the furthest yet most wealthy digging sites.
An elder of the Baran Do picked up on a still fairly young (8 years of age by human count) Torin's abilities, and he secretly informed the Jedi Council of the boys' talents. He feared that if they trained the boy themselves on Dorin, his family would rebel and war could break out between different clans. The Jedi sent a Kel Dorian Master undercover of a Diplomat to the planet, so as not to draw any suspicion, to look into the Baran Do's reports. The Master found that Torin displayed a very raw, very contained presence of the Force, and not only a presence but a love and curiosity for it. The Master informed the Jedi Council of his findings, and requested he be allowed to remain on Dorin to train the boy.
Five years after, Torin was trained and old enough to disregard the control his parents had over him, and make his own decision on whether or not to become a Jedi. He left with the Master soon after, but not before paying his dearest respects to the Baran Do for their help. On Coruscant, he was assigned to a very talented female Zabrak Jedi who helped him to progress his abilities. Finding that he was already adept in the ways of the Force, she concentrated more on his lightsaber techniques and within time he became a formidable Jedi Guardian.
He served the Jedi for twenty plus years as a decorated and worthy warrior, used more in times of chaos and war than in times when negotation and a subtle approach were required. Because he was not used to or comfortable communicating with others, he never took on a Padawan therefore had to make the transition from Knight to Master through the Advanced Trials. However, he would first have to prove that he was truley ready to face Advanced Trials and take on a Master status. He was given this oppurtunity during the First Sith Civil War, when he was sent after a young apprentice, Rando Casea, who departed for Korriban in a wreckless, unwitting self-proclomation that he was ready for trials and willing to prove it. When he returned, with the young apprentice at his side and unscathed, he took place in the next Master ceremony and became Jedi Master Torin Korr.
When the First Jedi Purge began, he fled to Dorin, where he was protected by its atmosphere (which was poisonous to all except the Kel Dor) and the two black holes that preceeded the planet and were near impossible to avoid without precise navigational coordinates. Toward the end of 3,950 BBY, news of the death of Atris travelled to the planet through merchants and smugglers, and Torin returned to the Galaxy core at the dawn of 3,949 BBY.
Rp Sample:
This RP is an excerpt from the escape of Torin Korr and Rando Casea from Korriban during the First Sith Civil War. It is mentioned above in the History section.
The footsteps grew louder as their makers closed in on Torin's position. Beside him, the young boy known as Rando Casea was finding it hard to control his breathing. Torin recognised the shifty eyes, the rapid rise and fall of the chest as the breather struggled to contain himself, the thudding heartbeat. Fear swept through the boys' body.
Good. It will stop him from doing anything so foolish in the future.
Torin thought, turning his attention back to their pursuers. They were getting impatient, he could feel their anger through the Force, and through the swells of their anger he could pinpoint exactly where they were standing. There were three of them pacing the ten meters of corridor outside the hatch he and the apprentice hid in. None of them seemed to be Force sensitive, but he couldn't rule it out. He definitely couldn't hear the hum of any lightsabers but, again, that didn't mean they didn't have any. In fact, if any of them were adept with a lightsaber, they would know that keeping the weapon ignited would only give their position away even more easily. Whoever they were, he could not risk attacking them. If they had lightsabers and knew how to use them, the boy would not stand a chance. If they were simply soldiers, attacking them would bring unwanted attention and more pursuers. He would just have to wait for them to move on.
What if they don't move on?
The turned his glance, as the voice in his head had not been his own, but the boys. For a split second, he had thought the boy was telepathically communicating, which was a skill rarely seen, even amongst the most powerful of Jedi, but it seemed he had only plucked the thought from the boys mind unknowingly. It was a fair point. Drawing his lightsaber from his belt, he motioned to the boy, signalling him to go left and to the end of the corridor. The boy nodded, and drew his own lightsaber. Torin took a moment to locate the three pursuers again, and waited until they were all on the right side of the hatch before kicking the door open and stepping out. The boy dashed left, out of Torin's sight as he turned to face his three opponents. Two of them were young men, no older than twenty-five. The other was a little older, or maybe only a few years younger than Torin himself. It was hard to tell. He was the only one with a lightsaber, the other two wielded vibroblades.
The teacher and his students.
Torin thought, igniting his lightsaber and holding it with the hilt against his waist, so that the blade rose along the centre of his body, motionless and only inches from his face. He scanned the three men before him, taking in the calm stance of each. He could tell none of them were cautious of him, after all it was three on one and the boy counted for maybe a half.
It does not matter. None of them will pass me.
One of the two students lunged forward, his vibroblade thrusting out from his body. A stab at Torin's lower leg. The Jedi turned his wrist, bringing the lightsaber down to protect his left side, and there was a crackle of energy as the sword was deflected. The second student took the oppurtunity to lift his own sword high over his head, and then arc it down to his right, bringing the blade around in a deadly swing that would've cut Torin in half had he not leapt back a couple of feet. Both students advanced quickly now, their blades moving just as quick but with no accuracy. Torin parried the attacks with ease, moving backward very slowly. Beyond the clash of lightsaber and vibroblade, he could see the teacher taking slow step after slow step toward the skirmish. Either he felt his students could handle this foe alone, or he was uninterested in handicap fights. Torin pushed back against the two students with the Force, giving them no choice to step back a little or be thrown off their feet. He advanced a half-step, knocking one vibroblade away from his body and then following it with his lightsaber, slipping it under the students wrist and slicing through the muscle and bone. The student yelped in pain and collapsed against the wall, clutching the stub at the end of his arm where his hand had once been. The other student watched his ally in shock, giving Torin enough time to kick out with his boot, knocking the vibroblade from his one remaining foes hand. He brought his lightsaber up under the students chin, a silent warning not to reach for the fallen weapon. The student obeyed and began to retreat, only to be caught from behind by the red blade of his teacher.
"Weak. Pathetic."
The teacher said, pushing the lifeless body of his former student to the floor. Torin brought his saber back into close proximity with his body, ready to defend. He could feel Rando behind him, still at the end of the corridor, struggling to decide whether or not to help out. He sent out a little push through the Force, not enough to knock the boy over, just enough to persuade him to stand back.
"I thought the Jedi would've been happy to sit back and watch us all kill ourselves. But no. Anything to reinforce this 'guardians of the peace' trick you have the whole Galaxy believing."
The teacher said, his hatred for the Jedi and everything related to it seething through his exterior like a supernova. Torin did not reply. He swept his Viridian blade to the left and back to the right, mirroring that of the teachers red blade. It was an old defence form he had learned on Dorin, but to anybody who did not know it (which was a huge percentage) it seemed more of a taunt. The teacher leapt forward off his feet, his blade held in front of him. He moved so quick and unexpectedly, that Torin only had time to place his own blade between himself and his enemy and take the full weight. They both grunted at the sudden impact, their lightsabers crackling with the fuse of energy. The teacher had his teeth gritted, his brow creased, every inch of his body screaming that he was trying his best to break through Torin's defense, but he could not beat the Jedi's strength.
"You will die here, Jedi!"
He screamed, putting his last burst of energy into the lock, dropping his head a little as if it helped. A mistake. An opening. Torin stepped sideways, releasing the lock and sending the teacher tumbling to the ground. The red blade swung from under the felled body, striking out in an arc that threatened to knock Torin off his guard. He jumped over it instead, bringing his blade across his own body as he landed to deflect the teachers blade as he brought it back round from behind him.
"Die!"
The teacher cried, rolling forward and back onto his feet, turning to plunge his blade into Torin's gut. But Torin had not followed the teacher, and he still stood out of range. Now, as the teacher got to his feet, he advanced, blocking a few weak and desperate attempts from the teacher as he straight to stay afoot. Torin sped up his wrist work, getting in a few stabs and crosses between his parrying until the teacher had no choice but to retreat into a fully defensive stance. Torin kept on with his onslaught, slowly wearing his opponents down until, finally, the teacher could hold his blade no more and he let it fall to the ground, bringing his hands up before him. It was his only chance to survive. He knew the Jedi did not kill prisoners. Torin launched a swift, hard kick that connected with the teachers jaw, knocking him against the wall and unconscious. Deactivating his lightsaber, he walked quickly to the end of the corridor, grabbed Rando by the sleeve and began to run.