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Far-Far-Away Vice Captain
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 Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2007 10:36 am
Korvo Vos This is the DataPad for Korvo Vos, whose sponsor is Ryugen. Unless you have explicit permission from Korvo Vos or his sponsor, please refrain from using this DataPad.
Personal Information
Name: Korvo Vos
Sponsor: Ryugen
Planet of Origin: Kiffu
Racial identity: Kiffar
Sex: Male
Age: Fifteen
Rank: Jedi Apprentice
Personal Stats
Logic: 18
Intuition: 41
Agility: 22
Strength: 10
Force Awareness: 61
Experience: 81 Completed Training Sessions
Session No: oo1
Session No: oo2
Session No: oo3
Session No: oo4
Session No: oo5
Session No: oo6
Session No: oo7
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Posted: Sat Jul 21, 2007 6:11 am
Navigation:
-this will be more informative when there's actually enough here to require navigation-
1) General Information
2) Navigation
3) Racial Profile/Personality Profile
4) Sponsor:
5) Holograms (Art) and Freinds/Foes.
6) Things
7) Quick History
8 ) Diary
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Posted: Sat Jul 21, 2007 6:15 am
Racial Profile: Kiffar ( credits to Wookieepedia!) - The Kiffar were a species of Near-Humans from the planet Kiffu. As such, they were sometimes mistakenly called "Kiffu". About one in a hundred had the ability to read the memories of inanimate objects by touch, or psychometry. Visually, they were comparable to any Human except for their distinct facial markings. These markings, applied as tattoos when young, were passed down through families on the mother's side, except for on those rare occasions where an individual's mother was not a Kiffar, in which case the father's markings were taken on. Such was the case of Korto Vos, the son of Kiffar Jedi Master Quinlan Vos and Human mother Khaleen Hentz. Clan membership seemed to be passed down on the father's side, although it is unclear what occurred when the father was not a Kiffar, in the case of Ailyn Vel. The Kiffar resided on the planets of Kiffu and Kiffex, and their skin came in as many varying shades as that of Humans. The traditional colors of the facial tattoos were red, yellow, and green. Various patterns and designs were used to identify the clan. -Psychometry: Psychometry or telemetry was a Force power that was a mental technique of picking up impressions and traces of information about the object touched and the events that have surrounded it. This power allowed the user to view events as if they were there, including the sights, sounds, and feelings, both emotional and physical, that the wielder of the object experienced. This power was easier to use on personal objects that were used frequently. Objects that were used once or by several people often made the use of this power difficult, though it was still possible. About one in one hundred Kiffar were able to use this power. The Vos line of Kiffar had more than their share of psychometrically-abled Kiffar. Most with this ability became Kiffar Guardians. Quinlan Vos often used psychometry, being the Kiffar of his time most skilled at it. The power could taint the user if the object had been used to execute dark side related actions, like murder. Use of the dark side enabled possessors of the power to use it on living beings, ripping memories from their brains. The Jedi Council strongly discouraged the use of psychometry on dead bodies as the emotions prior to a violent death are so strong that the deceased would have likely brushed with the dark side. This endangered Jedi by exposing them to these powerful emotions. Additionally, at the time of the Invasion of Naboo, the Jedi Council frowned upon excessive use of this power, as it allowed the user to experience intense emotions, which might make him more susceptible to the dark side of the Force. Personal Profile: Korvo Vos Korvo is larely what one would expect of an young Kiffar his age, save perhaps an overdeveloped sense of curiosity, and perhaps less consistant control over his Telemetry than he, or his clan, would probably like. He also currently feels as though he is walking in the shadow of one of the previous Kiffar to become a Jedi, one who's history is spotted and dubious at best. How his research into these peacemeal historys will affect his own choices isn't yet clear, but he feels, on a certain level, like an appology for the past.
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Posted: Sat Jul 21, 2007 6:21 am
The Sponsor: This information is currently classified (Not yet finished)
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Posted: Sat Jul 21, 2007 6:29 am
Holograms: Showing off Korvo and Jiri showing off by one of Silv's freinds. <3 "Company Picnic" by Fallen Kitsune Theif <3
Youngling Korvo's original art. <3 Freinds and Foes: Tu: Zain: Kailey: -she says She's a Grey Jedi. I don't know if I believe it. She's very strong in the force, but I don't think Jedi are supposed to push people around at all. When Quinlan Vos did things like that in the history's, people said he had gone to the darkside, not that he was 'grey'. Braith: Jiri Yim: YounglingI don't know what to think of her yet. SHe looks strange, but so do a lot of non Kiffar. She pronounses Jedi as "Jeedai" and says she doesn't speak our language. But she says it in our language. I guess it's a translator or something. I wonder if it's like a droid? She wants to be a Jedi like me, so I suppose she can't be -all- bad, unless she's like the old lady. We did the second lesson together. She said she felt a 'blank spot' when she tried the first time, but she did fine with me. I think she'll be an amazing Jedi. She can project emotions already, a little.Apprentice I still think I was right about Jiri, she's going to be an impressive Jedi, maybe more than I even guessed, the more I find out about her race. And she's pretty. Which doesn't really have to do with anything. I hope becoming an apprentice doesn't mean I won't get to train with her again. Pael: He said he wants to be a sith ... but he kind of squeaked. Ok we all sort of did. Except for Jiri Yim. That seemed so odd to me....I haven't seen much of him since then. I wonder if he still squeaks.
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2007 3:38 am
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2007 3:52 am
Diary:
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So I'm on my way to being a Jedi....maybe? Or thats what I asked to be...
So did this other girl, I don't know her very well yet. She has blue tattoos on her face. She says she doesn't speak the language we do, but it sounds like she does. I'll have to ask her how that works. I'm really curious.
Not everyone chose Jedi though. It surprised me maybe more than it should. A boy who kind of squeaked said he wanted to be a Sith. Maybe thats why he wanted to be a Sith? I know they're supposed to be sort of different than they once were... But it's still strange. It still feels bold to say you want to belong to the darker side of things, but maybe thats the point. Does that make the rest of us less brave? Or does it mean we're just all trying to be the way we think we should be?
He just didn't sound at all like someone I thought would join the Sith temple. I was listening to everyone before and they all sounded... like ok people. It made me feel a lot better when I got here, since I didn't ever get to meet so many different races before.
What does that mean about the temples? I always sort of thought you were or you weren't Jedi or Sith. Maybe I don't understand anything at all...
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Posted: Sat Sep 08, 2007 4:23 am
It really did sound simple in theory. And then if you thought about it, it stopped sounding nearly so simple. Had anyone ever -failed- the first lesson? He wondered, making his way back out to the courtyard. He could hear the fountain in the center and made his way that direction, attracted by the sound of falling water, and sitting down on the edge of the fountain, his knees tucked up to his chin, arms wrapped around them. It wasn't exactly a traditional meditative stance, but he didn't want to touch something by mistake. He was trying to touch the force, not someone elses memories, though he wondered how many would have been left behind on the polished stones and other parts of the courtyard. How much history was here? And How much history were they going to make?
None at all for him if he couldn't figure out how to do this...
Sparks, life... he thought about the way Master Svarsika-la-toa ((there was a tounge twisting name. He wouldn't be surprised if he messed it up a few times... or maybe a lot of times.)) had talked about it, and advised her Jedi students to 'seek tranquility'.
It was pretty tranquil here, but to be honest he didn't feel any different, and sighed, burrying his head in his arms. Of course then again he didn't feel very tranquil either. He felt nervous. Pressured.
try to relax, stupid... He chided himself, sighing again, and trying to push back a faint wave of homesickness. He'd been excited a little while ago, all the new faces and new things...
He really had to calm down. He wasn't going to run home. He wasn't.
He listened to the fountain, which reminded him of home, maybe what was making him home sick. He'd always liked the water, he wanted to go see ocean planets someday. He just wanted to see other planets actually, really see what set Kiffar apart.
The sound of the water was relaxing, at any rate, and he lifted his head back up, resting his chin on his knees and watching the courtyard as he slowly unwound. Was the force like telemetry? Did you sometimes see things you weren't supposed to see? Or might not want to? Was that the difference between the dark side and the light side? No...somehow he thought it ought to be different, more than just someone elses memories. He just wasn't sure -how- different. Was telemetry related to the force? He'd have to ask.
He considered this a few moments, letting his fingers trail in the water, listening to the sound of a light breeze through the leaves. Maybe the force was more like water. It was in almost everything here, in the other children, in the bushes, in the trees, in the clouds...
He thought he felt a flicker of something like a memory in the water, but it was vague, a little uncertain compared to what he was used to, and pushed at it curiously. Did water carry memories? It could, he supposed, if something strong enough happened there.
He let his imagination wander, imagining the water from the fountain reaching out into the roots under the courtyard, and up into the branches and leaves around them. It really was all connected in some way. He could almost see it, like a warm blanket, threads brancing outward and touching everything. Little rivers...
Something went -plunk- into the fountain and startled him, making him sit up sharply, grabbing the edge of the fountain, which gave him a sharp mental image of earlier, a brief fragment of one of the other children. Nervous, exhilerated, proud, and looking at the others, including himself. The water was actually quite cold, and he pulled his hand out, startled by the contradiction.
Had he just? Was that?
He looked around, uncertainly, wiping his wet hand on his shirt, looking for something to verify that he hadn't just nodded off.
Maybe he really had actually done it? He wasn't entirely sure it hadn't just been his telemetry, but he thought maybe. Juuuust maybe maybe. He might have done it.
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Posted: Fri Sep 21, 2007 2:35 pm
He sat on the edge of his bed, rubbing his thumb over and over on the holoprojector he'd brought from home. It was full of pictures of his family, but he wasn't looking at them just at the moment. He could still feel -them- on it. Looking through his parents memories, the way they'd felt when they'd handed him the holo was a little odd. Seeing himself through their eyes, but it was a 'home' feeling. And he was feeling a little home sick.
Maybe it was talking to Jiri, he pondered, putting the holo down beside him. She'd talked about listening to "Jeedai" stories where she'd come from, and made him think of all the times he'd asked for stories about them himself.
They'd done the second excersise together. She'd talked also about feeling a 'void' when she tried to first connect to the force. That wasn't what he had felt, nothing like it.
But even though he'd felt some of the connection in things through the force he still felt a very long way from home. She'd seemed to be handling herself pretty well though.
....Blast. He was being such a -baby-. He thumped his heels on the floor petulantly and stared at the holo cube again...then stood up. He'd flip through the pictures later. He wasn't going to be a baby when they'd been so proud of him.... he just.... wasn't.
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Posted: Thu Oct 11, 2007 3:05 pm
The orb dropped to the floor of his room with an awkward and definitive -thump-. Outlining another failure to make it levitate, even momentarily. It was getting to be distressing, which wasn't helping his concentration, especially when he was fairly sure the rest of the class must be miles ahead of him by now. He stared mutely at the sphere with his elbows resting on his knees. What was he supposed to do? He'd managed the other parts alright, given enough time, but this was really different. This was -really hard-. What if they decided he wasn't good enough to be a jedi -afterall-?
He continued to stare at it in frustration, wishing for home, or for advice and comfort not for the first time.
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Posted: Mon May 05, 2008 3:16 pm
The lesson on levitation proved to be one of the hardest ones to master out of the early set, and when he'd finally gotten a response, the first one was rather more enthusiastic than he'd been planning on, as though when it finally 'clicked'...a rubber band had snapped, and he'd given himself a rather impressive bruise on the cheekbone, but he'd finally...finally gotten to a point where he could balance it, even move it carefully, though things tended to get a bit more interesting when he was distracted. It was just that much different than using telemetry, which was a sense of things, maybe that was why he found it such a particular challenge, but he as exceedingly proud when he could finally, really say he could do it.
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Posted: Tue May 13, 2008 2:28 am
Lesson 4:
"Ow!" He protested, rubbing his shoulder from this latest bump. It was -extremely- slow going, his nervousness at running into things making it hard to tap into the force he remembered, so at best, he had a vague sense that -something- was near by, but he wasn't entirely sure if this was memory, sound, or an actual sign that he was doing things right.
Miraluka's would have this test so easy...
He sulked over the thought, then gave himself a mental kick for prodding at the 'unfairness' of it like someone might poke at a sore tooth.
Ok, it was hard. He would bet you didn't hear Jiri complaining. Tu maybe. That was a funny mental image, he could kind of imagine Tu with his weird little horns stuck in something, trying to get out again. The masters he was sure could do it, but of course THEY could. That was the point.
He sighed, trying to get his thoughts together again and tapped his fingers impatiently on his hip.
Concentrate He'd done this before, and he was pretty sure it hadn't just been a fluke. He wouldn't -be- here if he didn't have -some- skill. He tentatively reached for it, again, feeling like a blind person reaching through the dark to try and find something, feeling for that sense of being a very small thread in a very large tapestry, chewing on his lip in concentration. He edged forward again, half feeling with his toes, reaching for that vague sense of things.
Maybe he'd been imagining them?
No...there it was, like when you knew someone was standing in a dark room with you...then more clear than that. More certain.
It came and went a bit with wavering but stubborn child's determination, but he moved forward again, making a very cautious path down the corridor, uncertain of himself.
It took him about three times as long as normal to find his room, finding the wrong doors twice by mis-count, and almost opening one until an wisp of memory surprised him through his telemetry, which seemed somehow sharper, clearer seen through the haze of the force, and startled him out of concentration briefly, making him find it again.
If anyone had looked in on him later though, it would have been to find him with an greater sense of elation than his previous lessons as he typed out a note:
Dear mother and father....
Today we did the strangest lesson....
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2008 1:55 am
Lesson: 005
It had been starting to feel a little easier to tap into 'the Force', at least before this particular new wrinkle was added. In this case the faint sounds you might have been able to hear from the droid were even harder to pick up because of the sound of the practice-sabre itself.
Remaining calm was the tricky part. It was difficult to keep calm when there was a tiny, obnoxious droid drifting around firing at random. He was pretty sure his clothing had a few singe marks.
Heck, he had a singe mark or two, though he thought he was doing alright. He 'felt' the room around him, shoulders stiff with anticipation as he tried to search out the thing.
There! Getting better, but then he'd been at this for some time, trying to learn to get his training blade to be where the blast would be. Early had been the most misses, then near misses...finally a balance of near misses or almost misses. It was hard to catch up to, and the beam and bolt were small. Like hammering a nail blindfolded.
This time he hit it squarely, and felt a burst of triumph at the impact.
It made him feel a little as though he were finally, really starting to accomplish something, instead of stumbling blindly around with a handful of puzzle peices when he didn't know what the picture was supposed to be.
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Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2008 2:34 am
Lesson 6: (Beginning)
Remember Jiri? The one who had all the stories about her culture, and the force heretics? Since where she comes from the Force is this big heretical thing, but it still sounds amazing.
She's going to help me with lesson six. Thats going to be difficult, since working with just the droid was tough, and Jiri's even tougher. She catches on fast, maybe because shes got so much to prove, especially to some of the few other students that know that she's a Yuuzong Vong. I studied a little bit about them, though not a huge amount.
Some of it sounds like Jiri, some of it doesn't. I guess it just proves you can't tell what individual people are like based on their race. Am I different from a normal Kiffar? Probably not so much. It's not so unusual for us to have the force, no more so than anyone else.
I want to keep up, she's my measuring post right now. I like her a lot....
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Posted: Wed Jul 09, 2008 2:41 am
Lesson 6: (complete)-- Like I was saying, remember Jiri? I said she was tough, and I meant it. I guess maybe I'm getting a bit tougher too, which I think is a good thing...
Since I won. Barely. It was difficult, but some of the things we learned early on come into play... if you can concentrate enough to use them.
I got a few good burns from it though, especially when Jiri got me upside the head.
That was my fault. You can't really stop in the middle of a fight to make sure everyone is ok, even if they're not really someone who you normally fight.
Then we both ended up falling into the fountain, well....
I attacked, Jiri got hit and fell over...then she grabbed me.
Not exactly the most dignified close to the fight. But then we met this Mirialan Jedi....
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