Post by Omni Krendale on May 17, 2008 11:20:09 GMT 1
Name: Omni Krendale
Age: 22
Speciality: Lightsaber
Appearance: 5' 11" tall, 185 lbs. His brown hair is kept in a crew cut, high on the top and tight on the sides. His eyes are a pale shade of blue, but scars cut down both of them across the iris. He prefers to wear green Jedi robes with red trim on the hems.
Description: Omni prefers to follow a set game plan, but he isn't afraid to take a gamble if he doesn't have a lot of options. His eyes tend to make people uncomfortable and edgy, something he's learned to take advantage of when it suits him. Above all else, though, he has a deeply-embedded moral compass that makes it extremely difficult for him to do anything he considers wrong; even lying is hard for him.
Example Roleplay:
10 years ago
“Come on, Cara!” Omni giggled as he stepped cautiously into the hanger. “Are you scared?”
“Yes!” Cara said in a hushed whisper. “Be quiet, Omni! Master Celias said we’re not allowed in here, remember? We’ll get in trouble if they catch us!”
“I’m not afraid of Master See-Less.” Omni grinned. “Come on, don’t you want to see the big starship?”
“From the walkway, not the hanger! We’re not supposed to be here!”
The two of them, Cara and Omni, were best friends at the Jedi Academy. Cara was the shorter, with flowing red hair that went halfway down her back and contrasted with her brown robe. Omni kept his cut close like he had seen the Republic soldiers do. The two of them had snuck away from their classes and into Hanger Lambada, the biggest hanger under the Jedi Temple and off-limits to younglings. On this particular day, the hanger was occupied by a large capital ship, the biggest either of them had ever seen. Cara had wanted to get a better look; Omni, always the troublemaker, had dragged her through the ventilation shafts and elevators into the hanger.
“Look at those guns!” Omni pointed at the turbolasers slung under the prow of the ship, almost a kilometer away from the engines they stood under. “I bet those could put a hole the size of a bantha in a Sith ship!”
“Cool.” Cara was still fidgeting as she looked up and down the length of the ship. “I wonder what kind of ship this is?”
“It looks like a cruiser.” Omni said in awe. “Those things always have the big guns, and they’re so big that they can never be killed.”
“Yes they can!”
“Can not!”
A low rumbling noise stopped the argument before it started. “What was that?” Omni looked around.
“Come on, Omni, let’s go.” Cara grabbed his hand and pulled-
WHAM!! The floor dropped out from under them. They both screamed as they fell twenty feet to the bottom of the pit, landing awkwardly. Omni barely used the Force in time to catch himself and soften the landing, though the impact still knocked the breath out of him. “Where are we?” he yelled as he rose shakily to his feet.
Above them, a section of the ship began to open. “Omni, I’m scared!” Cara cried as she grabbed his shoulder and held on. With an ear-splitting roar, the capital ship above them explosively vented it’s garbage dump. Ten tons of scrap metal, trash, and hazardous liquids slammed into the bottom of the pit, Omni and Cara at the bottom of it-
And time stopped.
“Cara Han-Sander was killed instantly.” A voice spoke mournfully. The image of the two children screaming shimmered and vanished, revealing the Jedi Council in the upper floor of the temple.
Omni was standing in the middle of the room, looking straight ahead, though he couldn’t see anything; the bacta-wrap still covered his eyes. He could hear, though, and feel the thoughts of the council as they looked at him. “Omni Krendale, as we can see, survived. He was saved by a scrap of metal that covered most of his body without crushing it, though fragments damaged his eyes.” The speaker continued. “He will see again, but the scars will never heal.”
“Do you have anything to say, Omni?” a new voice spoke.
Omni couldn’t think of what to say; his heart still ached for Cara, and he’d cried out of tears days ago. “I’m sorry.” He said in a hushed tone.
“That doesn’t do Cara any good, does it?” Omni didn’t sense anger the voice, just sadness and disappointment. “What should we do with you, Omni?”
“I…” Omni’s voice cracked as he felt another sob push through his throat. “I don’t… know.” He choked out. “I want Cara back. I’ll do anything!” he sobbed out, lowering his head.
There was silence. “Well?” the voice asked. “What shall we do with him?”
“Nothing.” The first voice replied. “There is to be no punishment. Omni will continue his training after he is recovered.” Omni picked his head up slowly and looked at the first voice. “Your scars will remind you, Omni, of the price Cara paid for your behavior. You will remember…”
Present Day
Omni jerked awake in a cold sweat, breathing hard. “Lights.” He said, and they flickered on ad he sat up and rubbed his eyes.
He hated that dream. He’d had it on and off for the past ten years. His eyes had healed, and he’d never forgotten Cara and what he’d done. Sometimes, he’d wished the council had kicked him out of the Order… He glanced in the mirror and saw the white scars etched into his eyes and instantly thought of Cara, like he always did. And like he always did, he silently asked her for forgiveness.
((Note: Until I get internet set up in my house, my access to this forum will be sketchy. If you guys send me messages or replies, it might take me a day or so to reply to them.))
Age: 22
Speciality: Lightsaber
Appearance: 5' 11" tall, 185 lbs. His brown hair is kept in a crew cut, high on the top and tight on the sides. His eyes are a pale shade of blue, but scars cut down both of them across the iris. He prefers to wear green Jedi robes with red trim on the hems.
Description: Omni prefers to follow a set game plan, but he isn't afraid to take a gamble if he doesn't have a lot of options. His eyes tend to make people uncomfortable and edgy, something he's learned to take advantage of when it suits him. Above all else, though, he has a deeply-embedded moral compass that makes it extremely difficult for him to do anything he considers wrong; even lying is hard for him.
Example Roleplay:
10 years ago
“Come on, Cara!” Omni giggled as he stepped cautiously into the hanger. “Are you scared?”
“Yes!” Cara said in a hushed whisper. “Be quiet, Omni! Master Celias said we’re not allowed in here, remember? We’ll get in trouble if they catch us!”
“I’m not afraid of Master See-Less.” Omni grinned. “Come on, don’t you want to see the big starship?”
“From the walkway, not the hanger! We’re not supposed to be here!”
The two of them, Cara and Omni, were best friends at the Jedi Academy. Cara was the shorter, with flowing red hair that went halfway down her back and contrasted with her brown robe. Omni kept his cut close like he had seen the Republic soldiers do. The two of them had snuck away from their classes and into Hanger Lambada, the biggest hanger under the Jedi Temple and off-limits to younglings. On this particular day, the hanger was occupied by a large capital ship, the biggest either of them had ever seen. Cara had wanted to get a better look; Omni, always the troublemaker, had dragged her through the ventilation shafts and elevators into the hanger.
“Look at those guns!” Omni pointed at the turbolasers slung under the prow of the ship, almost a kilometer away from the engines they stood under. “I bet those could put a hole the size of a bantha in a Sith ship!”
“Cool.” Cara was still fidgeting as she looked up and down the length of the ship. “I wonder what kind of ship this is?”
“It looks like a cruiser.” Omni said in awe. “Those things always have the big guns, and they’re so big that they can never be killed.”
“Yes they can!”
“Can not!”
A low rumbling noise stopped the argument before it started. “What was that?” Omni looked around.
“Come on, Omni, let’s go.” Cara grabbed his hand and pulled-
WHAM!! The floor dropped out from under them. They both screamed as they fell twenty feet to the bottom of the pit, landing awkwardly. Omni barely used the Force in time to catch himself and soften the landing, though the impact still knocked the breath out of him. “Where are we?” he yelled as he rose shakily to his feet.
Above them, a section of the ship began to open. “Omni, I’m scared!” Cara cried as she grabbed his shoulder and held on. With an ear-splitting roar, the capital ship above them explosively vented it’s garbage dump. Ten tons of scrap metal, trash, and hazardous liquids slammed into the bottom of the pit, Omni and Cara at the bottom of it-
And time stopped.
“Cara Han-Sander was killed instantly.” A voice spoke mournfully. The image of the two children screaming shimmered and vanished, revealing the Jedi Council in the upper floor of the temple.
Omni was standing in the middle of the room, looking straight ahead, though he couldn’t see anything; the bacta-wrap still covered his eyes. He could hear, though, and feel the thoughts of the council as they looked at him. “Omni Krendale, as we can see, survived. He was saved by a scrap of metal that covered most of his body without crushing it, though fragments damaged his eyes.” The speaker continued. “He will see again, but the scars will never heal.”
“Do you have anything to say, Omni?” a new voice spoke.
Omni couldn’t think of what to say; his heart still ached for Cara, and he’d cried out of tears days ago. “I’m sorry.” He said in a hushed tone.
“That doesn’t do Cara any good, does it?” Omni didn’t sense anger the voice, just sadness and disappointment. “What should we do with you, Omni?”
“I…” Omni’s voice cracked as he felt another sob push through his throat. “I don’t… know.” He choked out. “I want Cara back. I’ll do anything!” he sobbed out, lowering his head.
There was silence. “Well?” the voice asked. “What shall we do with him?”
“Nothing.” The first voice replied. “There is to be no punishment. Omni will continue his training after he is recovered.” Omni picked his head up slowly and looked at the first voice. “Your scars will remind you, Omni, of the price Cara paid for your behavior. You will remember…”
Present Day
Omni jerked awake in a cold sweat, breathing hard. “Lights.” He said, and they flickered on ad he sat up and rubbed his eyes.
He hated that dream. He’d had it on and off for the past ten years. His eyes had healed, and he’d never forgotten Cara and what he’d done. Sometimes, he’d wished the council had kicked him out of the Order… He glanced in the mirror and saw the white scars etched into his eyes and instantly thought of Cara, like he always did. And like he always did, he silently asked her for forgiveness.
((Note: Until I get internet set up in my house, my access to this forum will be sketchy. If you guys send me messages or replies, it might take me a day or so to reply to them.))