Post by Deleted on Jul 18, 2013 1:21:59 GMT -5
Name: Brash Ulpierion
Class: Guardian
Age: 24 years
Sex: Male
Height/Weight: 6'3"/251 lbs.
Species: Human
Title: None
Appearance:
A behemoth of a man, Brash is quite the contrast to his name. Wearing ancestral armor from the nomadic tribe he belonged to, the soldier made additional use of the shield he bore on his right arm. The only times he ever took off this armor would be when he showered or polished it, upon which he did it piece by piece to make sure they were never too far from grasp. Silver hair that could not be tamed, and a muscular frame that bespoke years of training in the tundra, Brash was a man that also showed a very calm nature.
Despite him being quite a giant, Brash is also kiind and generous. Standing for benevolence and compassion in all its forms, Brash would never harm an innocent, and whenever he sees children, everyone would see him grin. In fact, his weakness is children, for whenever they come within his presence, for some reason, they see him the equivalent of a giant teddy bear and climb all over him like a jungle gym.
Base Stats
Strength: (9+1) 10
Speed: (7+1) 8
Stamina: (9+1) 10
Force Stats
Control: 8
Sense: 1
Alter: 1
Combat Stats
Lightsaber: 0
Unarmed: 8
Melee: 7
Range: 0
Personal Items:
Songsteel Armor
Songsteel Shield
Songshard Talisman and Shaman's Amulet
Starship: X-70B Phantom
Force Powers:
Telekinesis
Force Sense
Force Valor
Force Speed
Force Deflection
Skills:
Fighter
Conditioning
Critical Strike
Bio:
Brash was born on the planet of Oblis, on the northern pole where cities and metropoli could never reach. Part of a nomadic tribe that traveled throughout a wasteland of snow and destroyed ships, Brash learned at an early age how to survive. Raised on morals and the honor of one's tribe, he was taught the ways of battle and the hunt, where upon the men of his community would take him out into the tundra, quite frequently, and show him the ways of the predator. The Songshard tribe, known for it's beautiful armors, was the strongest of the communities of the north, and no one dared touch them. Although, just as their ferocity was known, kindness and respect were a dual life they walked. Also, the Songshard tribe was one of the select few that possessed shamanistic powers, reminiscent of the Force. Brash's parents were both Shamans of his tribe, and so, his affinity for such a gift was utilized and strengthened at a young age.
Their holy grounds were situated around a cavern of Songsteel, where adulthood was earned by travelling alone with no weapon, to the holy grounds, and forging their own armor. Few returned, but the ones that did were given the proper writ to hunt, for their determination to survive was proof enough. Having proven himself at the age of eighteen, Brash could hardly find enough ore to forge his armor, so, he created a shield, leggings, and gloves. The symbology of this act came after realization. His chest was wide open for anyone to harm, but he saw it in a different light. "My heart, I trust, in your hands."
Two years after his writ of passage, though, the wars of Civilization had encroached upon the nomadic territories. As a result, his tribe, and all of the others, were wiped off the northern pole by a huge explosion the likes of which no one could fully comprehend. Somehow, while hunting a monstrosity in deep tunnels below the earth, Brash was saved by this catastrophe, but since the discovery of his people's fate, his sorrow knew no bounds. After months of solitude, Brash's armor reminded him once more of what his purpose was in life. Even though he had never truly been in the cities, that did not mean the Songshard tribe had not taught him the ways of the ship, and so, Brash traveled into one of the new colonies in his region, hijacked a starfighter, and flew off as a nomad to the galaxy itself.
Class: Guardian
Age: 24 years
Sex: Male
Height/Weight: 6'3"/251 lbs.
Species: Human
Title: None
Appearance:
A behemoth of a man, Brash is quite the contrast to his name. Wearing ancestral armor from the nomadic tribe he belonged to, the soldier made additional use of the shield he bore on his right arm. The only times he ever took off this armor would be when he showered or polished it, upon which he did it piece by piece to make sure they were never too far from grasp. Silver hair that could not be tamed, and a muscular frame that bespoke years of training in the tundra, Brash was a man that also showed a very calm nature.
Despite him being quite a giant, Brash is also kiind and generous. Standing for benevolence and compassion in all its forms, Brash would never harm an innocent, and whenever he sees children, everyone would see him grin. In fact, his weakness is children, for whenever they come within his presence, for some reason, they see him the equivalent of a giant teddy bear and climb all over him like a jungle gym.
Base Stats
Strength: (9+1) 10
Speed: (7+1) 8
Stamina: (9+1) 10
Force Stats
Control: 8
Sense: 1
Alter: 1
Combat Stats
Lightsaber: 0
Unarmed: 8
Melee: 7
Range: 0
Personal Items:
Songsteel Armor
Songsteel Shield
Songshard Talisman and Shaman's Amulet
Starship: X-70B Phantom
Force Powers:
Telekinesis
Force Sense
Force Valor
Force Speed
Force Deflection
Skills:
Fighter
Conditioning
Critical Strike
Bio:
Brash was born on the planet of Oblis, on the northern pole where cities and metropoli could never reach. Part of a nomadic tribe that traveled throughout a wasteland of snow and destroyed ships, Brash learned at an early age how to survive. Raised on morals and the honor of one's tribe, he was taught the ways of battle and the hunt, where upon the men of his community would take him out into the tundra, quite frequently, and show him the ways of the predator. The Songshard tribe, known for it's beautiful armors, was the strongest of the communities of the north, and no one dared touch them. Although, just as their ferocity was known, kindness and respect were a dual life they walked. Also, the Songshard tribe was one of the select few that possessed shamanistic powers, reminiscent of the Force. Brash's parents were both Shamans of his tribe, and so, his affinity for such a gift was utilized and strengthened at a young age.
Their holy grounds were situated around a cavern of Songsteel, where adulthood was earned by travelling alone with no weapon, to the holy grounds, and forging their own armor. Few returned, but the ones that did were given the proper writ to hunt, for their determination to survive was proof enough. Having proven himself at the age of eighteen, Brash could hardly find enough ore to forge his armor, so, he created a shield, leggings, and gloves. The symbology of this act came after realization. His chest was wide open for anyone to harm, but he saw it in a different light. "My heart, I trust, in your hands."
Two years after his writ of passage, though, the wars of Civilization had encroached upon the nomadic territories. As a result, his tribe, and all of the others, were wiped off the northern pole by a huge explosion the likes of which no one could fully comprehend. Somehow, while hunting a monstrosity in deep tunnels below the earth, Brash was saved by this catastrophe, but since the discovery of his people's fate, his sorrow knew no bounds. After months of solitude, Brash's armor reminded him once more of what his purpose was in life. Even though he had never truly been in the cities, that did not mean the Songshard tribe had not taught him the ways of the ship, and so, Brash traveled into one of the new colonies in his region, hijacked a starfighter, and flew off as a nomad to the galaxy itself.