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* Name- Cyrus Starr
* Age- 16
* Gender- Male
* Species Human
* Affiliation- Republic/Jedi
* Home-world-Nar Shaddaa
* Appearance- Cyrus wears or he is forced to wear normal Jedi Robes and gear. Hazel eyes off set his face that bares a scar on his right check. To top off his boyish face is a mop of raven black hair cut short.
* Weapons- A pair of light sabers/The Force
* Bio Cyrus born on Nar Shaddaa to a known pirate and a world class thief Zaan Starr. But his childhood was uprooted as the huts started a hunt for his family. At the age of 10 he was given to the Jedi order to protect from the death mark on his head. It been six years and Cyrus is finally ready for a Master. However has been a few problems Cyrus has his family’s sticky fingers. And then there is the Clone War. Most of the Masters are tied up in it, and don’t have time.
* Sample RP-
Cyrus sat in a deep trance in front him slowing coming together slowly was a light saber. Sweat was forming on his brow. A young one doing this without a master’s help was dangers and probably deadly. Cyrus was still willing to try. Driven by an overwhelming feeling of loneliness and longing he would try again. Footstep entered his ear followed by “Young one what are you doing!” The yell shock Cyrus from his trace casing the almost complete Light saber to come apart breaking his original parts. The young boy hung his head as he heard lecture number 6 again. ‘The Dangers of Light saber building without a Master; again.
Cyrus wasn’t disrespectful it was just hard to wait for a master to choose him. He bowed to the master Jedi who was lecturing him as she left him be, and started picking up the parts of the light saber that had been on the floor. He looked over shoulder and looked at the sculpture of Qui-Gon Jinn. “Life trains you better then books can. But having a Master to learn from wouldn’t hurt either” He said to himself.
Yourself
Name- Nate
Age- to old
Years of (RP) experience- lost count of the years in true I am a little rusty
Character Roster n/a
* Age- 16
* Gender- Male
* Species Human
* Affiliation- Republic/Jedi
* Home-world-Nar Shaddaa
* Appearance- Cyrus wears or he is forced to wear normal Jedi Robes and gear. Hazel eyes off set his face that bares a scar on his right check. To top off his boyish face is a mop of raven black hair cut short.
* Weapons- A pair of light sabers/The Force
* Bio Cyrus born on Nar Shaddaa to a known pirate and a world class thief Zaan Starr. But his childhood was uprooted as the huts started a hunt for his family. At the age of 10 he was given to the Jedi order to protect from the death mark on his head. It been six years and Cyrus is finally ready for a Master. However has been a few problems Cyrus has his family’s sticky fingers. And then there is the Clone War. Most of the Masters are tied up in it, and don’t have time.
* Sample RP-
Cyrus sat in a deep trance in front him slowing coming together slowly was a light saber. Sweat was forming on his brow. A young one doing this without a master’s help was dangers and probably deadly. Cyrus was still willing to try. Driven by an overwhelming feeling of loneliness and longing he would try again. Footstep entered his ear followed by “Young one what are you doing!” The yell shock Cyrus from his trace casing the almost complete Light saber to come apart breaking his original parts. The young boy hung his head as he heard lecture number 6 again. ‘The Dangers of Light saber building without a Master; again.
Cyrus wasn’t disrespectful it was just hard to wait for a master to choose him. He bowed to the master Jedi who was lecturing him as she left him be, and started picking up the parts of the light saber that had been on the floor. He looked over shoulder and looked at the sculpture of Qui-Gon Jinn. “Life trains you better then books can. But having a Master to learn from wouldn’t hurt either” He said to himself.
Yourself
Name- Nate
Age- to old
Years of (RP) experience- lost count of the years in true I am a little rusty
Character Roster n/a
