Post by Deleted on Sept 8, 2012 22:01:56 GMT -5
* Name- Solin Kaishor
* Age- 16
* Gender- Male
* Species- Felacatian
* Affiliation- Neutral (For the moment)
* Home-world- Axxila
* Appearance-
Besides his feline ears, tail, and being covered head to foot in fur. Solin is a young man who happens to be very thin, partially because of his harsh past, but he has never been able to gain much more weight anyways. He may not be appear like he has much muscle, but he actually is quite buff under his layers of fur, just because it doesn't stick out doesn't mean its not there.
* Weapons- His Claws at the moment
* Bio - Solin was born on Axxila as a single child to a less than loving father. His father often beat him much to the dislike of his mother; his mom was often the only person Solin could turn to. When Solin was five his father was killed for not paying his "Bills", when Solin's father was killed even though he was sad that he had lost his father he was slightly relieved because of his fear of his father’s constant beatings. Growing up Solin did everything that his mother told him, he never thought to disobey her he only did what she said, he grew a special bond with her and he hoped never to be separated from her; little did he know now his worst fear would come true.
From a young age he was constantly working in the cantina, either picking up bottles and cleaning the floor or getting supplies from the back room.
When Solin was seven he had gotten into a fight with a man who had a little too much to drink, unfortunately for the man the stress was too much for Solin.
Almost instantly his body tripled in size and large spike like protrusions shot out of his back, he had turned into his second form.
The man had let go as soon as Solin almost the same time as the spikes came out, he pulled out a blaster only to have it smacked out of his hand.
After Solin had destroyed the blaster he attacked in a rush of fear and anger.
Once the fight was over the man was covered in blood, several of his finger were missing and his leg was across the room.
Solin quickly got his mother and he broke out into tears, his mother had taken him out of the cantina for two years before she let him return even though it was only to visit her not to work.
When he was eight his mother was wounded on a trip, she had suffered burns to most of her body. Although Solin would never know his mother was a rogue Jedi, she had been on a trip for nothing but business, although when a sith happened to show up things got messy and although she escaped with her life her scars would never go away.
Well she was at home she had let Solin work at the cantina to help pay for their home.
He worked as both the bartender and the janitor for the cantina; he stayed working there for a few months.
When people asked about his age he stated that his race just looked young, as to not be taken out of the cantina, most of the time it worked and even more he had to ask people to leave when they asked too much questions...
Once his mother was better she came back to the cantina but let Solin keep working as the bartender, but only on certain occasions.
During the next two years Solin had only been found at either his home or the cantina because his mother liked to keep an eye on him.
When Solin was ten his mother fell into hard times and there home was taken, his mother was taken away and Solin never saw her again, thus his greatest fear had come to fruition. After loosing his mother Solin was sold to the huts as a slave, he was under service of the huts for a few months before they apparently got bored of him and he was put into a market and soon after put up for sale.
* Sample RP- Extended amounts of hyperspace on the Felacatian body was never a pretty picture, however when a young Felacatian is finally riving at his destination after hyperspace, it cant end well.
The ship set down slowly outside of the academy, landing with a soft thump. The ship looked completely thrashed, the outside burnt and falling apart from a attack in deep space. The Jedi pilot dead. The only thing left in the ship, was the large beast that was ruining what was left of the hull.
Solin paced up and down the halls of the ship, his body transformed into his beastly state, unable to control his actions. The sounds of claws raking against metal audible from outside the ship.
Sure he didn't mean to look like a menacing beast, but then again he couldn't help it after the amount of confusion and stress he had been through. He didn't even know why he was on this planet to begin with, he had been offered a new life that seemed to be stripped away from him after his savior died.
In anger he took another swipe out of a wall of the ship with his claws, ripping away another panel. Although it was about that time that he heard movement outside the ship, his ears perked up and he started walking through the halls faster.
Had he been in his anthro form he could of easily opened the landing gear and talked to whoever was outside.
Yourself
Name- Kyle
Age- 18
Years of (RP) experience- Around 4 or 5 now
Character Roster- N/a
* Age- 16
* Gender- Male
* Species- Felacatian
* Affiliation- Neutral (For the moment)
* Home-world- Axxila
* Appearance-
Besides his feline ears, tail, and being covered head to foot in fur. Solin is a young man who happens to be very thin, partially because of his harsh past, but he has never been able to gain much more weight anyways. He may not be appear like he has much muscle, but he actually is quite buff under his layers of fur, just because it doesn't stick out doesn't mean its not there.
* Weapons- His Claws at the moment
* Bio - Solin was born on Axxila as a single child to a less than loving father. His father often beat him much to the dislike of his mother; his mom was often the only person Solin could turn to. When Solin was five his father was killed for not paying his "Bills", when Solin's father was killed even though he was sad that he had lost his father he was slightly relieved because of his fear of his father’s constant beatings. Growing up Solin did everything that his mother told him, he never thought to disobey her he only did what she said, he grew a special bond with her and he hoped never to be separated from her; little did he know now his worst fear would come true.
From a young age he was constantly working in the cantina, either picking up bottles and cleaning the floor or getting supplies from the back room.
When Solin was seven he had gotten into a fight with a man who had a little too much to drink, unfortunately for the man the stress was too much for Solin.
Almost instantly his body tripled in size and large spike like protrusions shot out of his back, he had turned into his second form.
The man had let go as soon as Solin almost the same time as the spikes came out, he pulled out a blaster only to have it smacked out of his hand.
After Solin had destroyed the blaster he attacked in a rush of fear and anger.
Once the fight was over the man was covered in blood, several of his finger were missing and his leg was across the room.
Solin quickly got his mother and he broke out into tears, his mother had taken him out of the cantina for two years before she let him return even though it was only to visit her not to work.
When he was eight his mother was wounded on a trip, she had suffered burns to most of her body. Although Solin would never know his mother was a rogue Jedi, she had been on a trip for nothing but business, although when a sith happened to show up things got messy and although she escaped with her life her scars would never go away.
Well she was at home she had let Solin work at the cantina to help pay for their home.
He worked as both the bartender and the janitor for the cantina; he stayed working there for a few months.
When people asked about his age he stated that his race just looked young, as to not be taken out of the cantina, most of the time it worked and even more he had to ask people to leave when they asked too much questions...
Once his mother was better she came back to the cantina but let Solin keep working as the bartender, but only on certain occasions.
During the next two years Solin had only been found at either his home or the cantina because his mother liked to keep an eye on him.
When Solin was ten his mother fell into hard times and there home was taken, his mother was taken away and Solin never saw her again, thus his greatest fear had come to fruition. After loosing his mother Solin was sold to the huts as a slave, he was under service of the huts for a few months before they apparently got bored of him and he was put into a market and soon after put up for sale.
* Sample RP- Extended amounts of hyperspace on the Felacatian body was never a pretty picture, however when a young Felacatian is finally riving at his destination after hyperspace, it cant end well.
The ship set down slowly outside of the academy, landing with a soft thump. The ship looked completely thrashed, the outside burnt and falling apart from a attack in deep space. The Jedi pilot dead. The only thing left in the ship, was the large beast that was ruining what was left of the hull.
Solin paced up and down the halls of the ship, his body transformed into his beastly state, unable to control his actions. The sounds of claws raking against metal audible from outside the ship.
Sure he didn't mean to look like a menacing beast, but then again he couldn't help it after the amount of confusion and stress he had been through. He didn't even know why he was on this planet to begin with, he had been offered a new life that seemed to be stripped away from him after his savior died.
In anger he took another swipe out of a wall of the ship with his claws, ripping away another panel. Although it was about that time that he heard movement outside the ship, his ears perked up and he started walking through the halls faster.
Had he been in his anthro form he could of easily opened the landing gear and talked to whoever was outside.
Yourself
Name- Kyle
Age- 18
Years of (RP) experience- Around 4 or 5 now
Character Roster- N/a
