Ilal Application: Draft 1

[Application]

Player Name: Nabi
RP Experience: Next to None
Contact Info: [e-mail]

Name: Ilal
Age: 43
Race: Human
Class: Jedi
Rank: Jedi Master/ Jedi Council Member
Faction: Jedi Order/ Republic
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 190 lbs.

Physical Description: Ilal has large, black eyes which emit little emotion. Brown skin, shaven head and a small goatee of black hair grace his features. Oddly enough, he is the only Jedi Master who might be considered portly. He usually smiles and cracks jokes at random to ease tension and relax, but will often discuss serious matters inside such jokes.
He has unusually quick reaction times, and can move with amazing speed in counterattack, but is slow on the attack and more mobile aspects of combat. He has prosthetic knees which limit his speed and mobility over distance due to a genetic disorder inherited from his father's side.

He is usually seen in a simple brown robe, pulled completely over his body matched to a pair of pink and green sandals, along with a pair of faux cat's paws dangling from his neck on a chain, next to a small gem. Like all aspects of his life, these items are not worn at random, and each carries with it a specific meaning to Ilal.

Personallity: Ilal tends to be humourous and off-center, while still staying surpisingly bland in tone. He is known for deep insight, incredible loyalty, compassion and insight. He takes great pride in his station asn Jedi Council Member, rightly viewing it as the greatest achievement he has ever made in his entire life. However, he does have a good deal of suppressed anger at how some Jedi Council Members have treated him in the past, and while most of those responsible have either left the council or died, the feeling itself is still alive and well. But this is something he keeps to himself for the most part, and he often plays the role of lovable goof with practical jokes, and is surprisingly good with younglings, producing extremely competent, stable and outgoing students. He is quite brave, a stoic at heart, and will not back down from a necessary conflict, as more than one enemy has found to their suprise.

Strengths: Ilal is primarily a philosipher and a healer when it comes to the Force. He has studied it's relationship to life and the soul intently, and is extremely well-acquainted with the various phsyiologies and diseases afflicting various species, often performing the role of medic when traveling with a group of Jedi. He is also a very effective bodyguard, and has stopped more than one Sith assasin from doing anything more than ignite their saber, and even his staunchest critics will sing his praises on this talent.

Weakness: Due to previous experiences with certain Council members in the past, Ilal has a strong inferiority complex, as well as a desire to placate powerful members of the Council. The result is that he often points out potential problems with a degree of levity, out of fear that his advice will be disregarded based on personal prejudices, as has happened more times than once. He is sometimes silent when he should speak, and speaks when he out to be silent, although this has changed due to previous positive experiences with the former head of the Jedi Council. He also still carries the resentments from those past experiences as well, and the inclinations that go with them for revenge and demonstrated superiority.

Fears: What is not common knowledge amongst the Jedi Council is Ilal's lifemate, a Tileaxu female by the name of Umi L-Khalir. The proverbial love of his life, his care for her is matched only by his fear that one day his fellow Council members will discover her exsistance and demand that he abandoan her. For a man who spent much of his life trusting none but a few close friends and one family member, with long streches of loneliness in between, he values his friends intensely, and Umi more than all of them put together. To choose between that and his self image would be a loss that would be virtually incalcuable.

Dreams: Ilal dreams of being assured that his current relationship will be tolerated by the new leader of the Council, and that a similair relationship with the new leader will emerge with an increase in Ilal's position therin from one of the most junior members to one of the most respected.

Equipment: Lightsaber: Ilal posseses an unkown number of small lightsabers, each small metallic cylinders resembling a female cosmetic product utilized near the respiratory openings. Each saber has a blade with a distinct color, and can range from one to thirty inches. Known colors included choral, lava red, mocha and glitter pink. Rumors of a rig allowing four or more blades to be employed on the same hand are not yet confirmed, although Ilal has joked about creating a so-called "Five Shade System".

Ships: The “Custard Cart” is a medium sized freighter with about the same elegance and attraction as a flying brick. A flying, pink brick. A flying, pink brick that's past it's prime. Based on an old Bothan trading freighter, with a rectangular hull design and outlay that was pokey twenty years ago and is out of date today, it has a level of age and tackiness rarely seen except for chemically-induced hallucinations. It is however extremely well-armored, incredibly fast and agile in navigating through hyperspace, and capable of holding deceptively large amounts of cargo or troops with little risk of detection. Outside racks allow the mounting of up to 6 turbolaser cannons if adequate crew are on board to maintain and fire them, allowing intensive fire support when engaging from the ground. However, it is usually three smaller cannons, concealed under folding panels inside the ship, along with a special burst proton torpedo launcher capable of firing five torpedos (from a six round magazine) at the same time accurately at widely seperated targets. The ship is not however at all manuverable in an atmosphere, and while capable of quick bursts of speed and manuver in space it tends to fly like a drunken bat in the air, and usually touches down instead of risking an atmospheric engagement. The result is a ship that can provide good protection for it's crew and troops on the ground, and a quick escape in space, but somewhat of a disadvantage in the air or in sustained space engagements.

Associates: Bilal is virtually always followed by several of his "associates" at all times. They follow the Jedi on a line of small, floating repulsor discs in a line half a meter behind him.

Joe: A small, blue fish in a transparisteel fishbowl, Joe is often seen feeding Bilal in Council meetings. Sometimes called "Fluffy" for some reason.

Frank: Small squaking blue parrot with beatiful plumage. Very loyal. Not seen after an incident involving another Jedi's pain medication that bore a strong resemblance to birdseed.

Theodore: A small, carefully groomed tree sculpted into an ancient tribal symbol.

Bubbles: Small fountain, often used by Bilal for washing hands. Visitation rights to the Council temporarily suspended after a splashing incident.

Rock: A small rock, approxmately half a kilogram in weight. Smooth.

Moochie: Pink snake, supported on a tree. Sometimes known as the "Snake of Truth." Posseses a long time capable of consuming small insects.



Background:

Ilal's family consisted of a loose association of shippers and part-time smugglers eeking out a living on old trading routes. If someone wanted to ship something outside of established routes, either to avoide surveillance or to ensure delivery, they would send one of Ilal's family members, often keeping Ilal as a line-in hostage at various port cities to ensure delivery. There are few records of where the family came from. Most of the members are self-educated, the grand-sons of minor criminals on worlds where bias towards illegal ventures can extend down generations. The family compensated by joining a local religious cult that was designed to redeem the children of career criminals into a life of adequacy by a variety of biochemical treatments, designed to strentghen the nerves and deaden pain. However, outside of numbing the pain the cult offered little in the way of betterment, and it was only due to the relative kindness of many of Ilal's captors that the boy was allowed an education outside the world of smuggling, shipping and petty crime.

Searching for a more lucrative career, his mother apprenticed him out to a local crime family to learn the finer points of extortion, intimidation and assasination, with both familes garnering substantial portions of the resultant earnings. But the inquisitve nature of the child, and his ability to listen in on the various tongues spoken in the entry room provoked further interest. On a whim, the crime lord passed him off to the organization's doctor to see what could be made of him: The doctor, a local Hutt, decided to train him as a physician and give him a way out of a life of crime. This failed however, as the family religion forbade dealing with "snakes" as the Hutts were called. The training also had a secondary edge: The Hutt was also an undercover operative for the Jedi Counsel investigating the family, and managed to instill some basic training excercises under the guise of physical education. But after seven years of such training, his parents discovered the boy was being trained by a Hutt, and due to religious views of Hutts as "snakes", they reintroduced him to their old biochemical treatments, which submerged his abilities. He fell off the Jedi radar after that, and many wondered what happend to the young child known as Yali by his old tutor.

After dodging from port to port, Ilal worked with whatever gang needed an extra man, picking up knowledge about additional species whenever he got the chance. After a job went south and the freighter Ilal worked on was boarded mid-atmosphere, he ended up in a penal colony for smuggling.

HIs time in prision was a major change in his life. Due to his interests in alien species, his family decided against paying off the local government, and Ilal was greeted with 5 years of harsh labor and neurological treatments to ensure docility and repentance. His fifth year in, he was visited by a local Jedi brought in to investigate allegations of torture at the facilities. Curious that a being with his level of education would be in for such a low-level charge, the Jedi formed a friendship with Ilal, and eventually discovered a barely submerged Force potential, smothered by the biochemical treatments given to him at a young age. It was a relatively inexpensive procedure to counteract the chemcial reagents, and slowly but surely his nervious system reverted to normal.

But the results could hardly have been expected. The treatment was not equally effected, and Ilal's leg suffered extensive nerve damage. At the same time, Ilal gained intense Force sensitivity for the first time in his life, and almost went insane from the rush of new data and the resultant telekinetic abilities, half-remembered from childhood dreams. He progressed quickly however, and after ten years of probation and testing, his inherently decent and compassionate nature blossomed fully, and became renowned as a solid prospect for becoming a Jedi Knight. He spent much of his time apprenticed out to various physicians working on the Rim, learning more and more and growing deeper and deeper into the Force. He grew strong in combat capabilities as well, and began to serve as bodyguard to his Master. Both were tasked with increasingly controversial missions as crime lords became increasingly powerful on the skirts of Republic Space.

When new territory became difficult to conquer, local crime lords began to try to solidify their hold and began fighting over the now lucrative local rackets. Unsatisfied with petty intimidation, many turned to individually tailored biological weaponry: diseases or organisms that would attack anyone with a specific gene marker. Anyone related to a target as far back as ten generations would die. If such localized methods proved unsatisfactory, then biological carpet bombing would be used, sending layer after layer of diverse and divergent diseases impossible to combat with local medical resources. After three months, everyone would be dead, and the weapons would cease to reporoduce, leaving the planet clean of any further resistance.

After three colonies were cleaned off in this fashion, the Jedi Council sent Ilal and his master off to garner the tools of these crime lords, and create effective countermeasure. It was during this time that Ilal earned his rank of Jedi Knight, providing cover for his Master who was gathering samples and stealing data to look for a weakness. The level of protection he was able to provide, as well as his contribution to the analysis after the snuck off planet, earned him the title of Jedi Knight. The two were able to develop an effective series of vaccines to protect other colonies, and in exchange for this Ilal was moved to Coruscant. Where the real work began....





All scales refer to a one in 10 grading system.

Personality Scale
Anger: 5
Fear: 6
Emotional Sensitivity: 10
Reflexes/Quick Thinking: 9
Patience: 7
Patience: 6

Physical Abilities
Stentgh: 7
Endurance: 9
Aggresion: 6
Recovery: 8
Physical Reflexes: 8

Force Powers
Force Push: 3
Force Pull: 9
Note* Ilal has a special manuver called the "Black Hole" which he develops late in life. To compensate for his relatively slow mobility, he basically functions as a whirlwind around a fixed arena, pulling his opponents into the area to destroy them, compensating for his lack of locomotive speed.
Force Grip: 10
Force Heal: 10
Mind Trick: 1
Force Absorb: 7
Force Lightening: 0
Overall Force Sensistivity: 9

Lightsaber Skills
Aggresive: 7
Defensive: 9
Speed: 9

Dark/Light Stance:
6

Notation: This application is incomplete. An attempt at dialogue will be placed here shortly. Prior, any commentary is appreciated.

[Kayura]

This is good material. It's good to see a Jedi with a couple of demons. It's detailed and well-thought out, so already I'm going to give it props, but as per the rules of the application process, this one is still pending until we get a sample RPG for the application.

--Kayura

[Sidro Haanc]

yea this is the best app in a while but rules are rules mate. Just finish that last thing and its all good

[nabi]

<<Here's what I got...apologies for the lateness. Thoughts/Suggestions Appreciated.>>

Ilal was late. It was New Year's on Coruscant, his knees hurt yet again, and he was late. He sighed, muttering into the air. It was that damned speeder bus again. It was never on time when it was vital. No, only when he had just gotten lambasted by a Master, or when he had to come in and do some drudgery, day-to-day work, or apologize for one of his associates was it on time.

Ilal sighed, and picked up the pace. He didn't want to be any latter, and using the force managed to strengthen the nerves and joints in his legs and manage a quick jog, holding a small black bag behind him that bounced off his brown robes in tune to his movements.

The New Year’s on Coruscant was the only true planet-wide holiday the city had. With cultural and religious diversity in such high quantity, celebrating the globe’s rotation was the only really inclusive and innocuous holiday available. And under the current Grandmaster’s rather….eccentric administration, the Council itself had begun to make it a point to celebrate the New Year at a little get-together inside the Jedi temple. “There is little to fear in moderate frivolity” the Vratix had responded, with a chuckling click. And, given the recent departure of some of the strongest pillars of the Jedi Council, Ilal conceded that it might be a good way for the Council to become more tightly knit, and more relaxed amongst each other, perhaps even have a bit of fun from time to time.

It….took a bit of getting used to. The first New Year had the atmosphere of coffee break. Council members drank, talked about work, and generally sat around looking wise, cryptic and mildly uncomfortable. It was only after Grandmaster Qaim had threatened the members with mandatory party hat usage that the Council members decided to treat the event as a genuine opportunity to relax..

The next New Year was a marked improvement. Council members gossiped about current events, exchanged amusing anecdotes and laughed a little over cheaply priced food products, mild recreationalliqueurss, and amusing vids imported from the Holonet. While nowhere near asraucouss as some of the parties Ilal remembered, the new events had an informality and leisure that was a welcome contrast to day-to-day affairs at the Temple.

This trend continued, until now the event was one of almost warm camaraderie in the Temple. And while Ilal still had his tensions with some of the remaining members, he enjoyed the event, and had even started to look forward to it.

Then the gifting started. Someone had made ananonymouss suggestion that starting a random giving of minor gifts or tokens between members might make the institution even more amusing. A Council Member would be selected at random, and the one designated had And as long as the items were limited to minor decorations for clothes or office, and below a certain cost (22.95 credits to beprecisee) it shouldn't violate the normal rules of the order. And Grandmaster Qaim had decided to test it out, on an experimental basis, though it stood in sharp contrast to the traditional Jedi rulings on personal property. While sometimes described as "the bare essentials", the doctrine was known among the younglings somewhat more accurately as the "Rule of Two". The meaning behind this phrase was that you could only own what you could hold comfortably in front of you in your twooutstretchedd hands. And although there were some minor gripes about the frequency of laundry, the order was mostly adhered to.

For most of the Jedi, this whole gifting issue was basically an uncomfortable inconvenience, but little more. Few responded to it with much enthusiasm, viewing the more material parts of their world as amusinginsignificancess distinct from the beauty and music that was the Living Force. And the gifts last year matched this viewpoint, as Ilal was able to decorate his office with a bobble-headed Jedi Master, a finger-sized see-through ion engine that worked as a humidifier, and a set of still-life candied Sarlaacs, each with a Jawa in mid-chomp.

But it was a more difficult for Ilal because he was primarily a Healer. His most mainstreamspecialtiess was diseases of the cognitive and neurological organs of a variety of sentient and non-sentient species, a varied and demanding field. And like doctors everywhere, he relied upon regular contact with the specialists in his community to keep him up to date. Techniques, new experimental data, trends in disease/treatment paradigms, all had to be examined on a regular basis. The result was that he had to spend a great deal of time utilizing the Order's Holocam transceivers, so that he could attend conferences via the HoloNet with other members of his community and pass on information. Thus, he often ended up trying to justify the funds necessary for a great deal of HoloNet time from the accountants on the 23rd level.

The Jedi Order's financial department, known officially as Bureau 13, and unofficially as the "near Sith" was well-known for it's stringency on how Order membersutilizedd their credit lines. The 23rd floor saw itself as the guardians of purity and virtue in the Jedi Order...and tended to treat everyone except the Grandmaster ascon artistss looking for a quick grift. With Ilal's criminal background and lack of childhood training with the Council, Bureau 13 was even less helpful. They tended to look askance whenever he tried to garner funds to utilize new medical treatments, even when all documentation was provided. The only way he managed to garner HoloNet time was by continuously arguing that the only other way to keep up his personal connections would have been to travel to the locations in person.

So, to compensate for having to pay out the money for calls, the Bureau compensated by being as late as it could be with Ilal's operational funds, and going after his personal allowance. While the latter sum was small for everyone at the Temple, since room and board were already provided, Ilal constantly had his allowance held in abeyance or suspended after asking for payments for his operational expenses, due to "ongoing financial investigations" that lasted for months at a time. There were years when he couldn't have purchased a gum ball, let alone a token gift.

This year though, he had been lucky. The 23rd floor had been in arelativelyy good mood, and had granted him this month's allowance on time, just enough to get a cheap, yet decent tapestry for Jedi Master Las' office. And with the relief that this gift afforded him, Ilal checking into the Temple, past the guard station, into theturbo-liftt, and got off just outside the room designated for this New Year, with small red, ornate lettering.

Ilal walked in, and strode over to Ismayyli, an old friend of his who was pushing various cheese-based snacks on a small plate. “Hey Izzy, how’s the fish floating this time of year?” The Mon Calamari laughed at the nickname. “Same old, same old. Left and right, like day and night”, giggling slightly at the old song. “How’s your hairstyle Ilal?” The perennially bald Human chuckled. “Eh, it’s getting a bit too long this year. I’m thinking I should give it a trim, maybe try something a bit more conservative, less of that
long-haired rebel kind of look.” “Yes, you really are quite out there in your current get-up” Izzy replied. “Between the brown robe and the regulation boots, I was starting to wonder if I should call the Temple guard.” “Well, I am a rather daring outlaw in some circles” Ilal added with a chuckle. Izzy, as he liked to call Ismayyli, was the most optimistic and outgoing of the Council members. Izzy was also by far the most dangerous of the Jedi with a lightsaber. She had devoted her life to the study of lightsaber combat, and had served as a catch-up tutor to Ilal, as well as his pupils, on multiple occasions. She was also an easy touch for a laugh, and Ilal started off by telling her about the first New Years for the Council, six years ago. “You remember Qaim’s quip about frivolity? I mean, talk about inspirational! I wanted to drape a sign over the entrance to the Council Chambers: “Let The Moderate Frivolity Begin!” Izzy rasped her throat and swiveled her eyes in a manner connotating laugher..”You crazy rock hugger! Wait…” she paused….”You didn’t actually get that…” Ilal smiled lightly. “I hang it over the entry doorway in my office chamber. Would you like to see it?” Izzy tilted her head in mild amusement….”You know, I think I would at some point. So how is the…”
The general buzz in the room subsided in the room when the Grand Master entered. Ilal didn't pay much attention. He was busy looking over at Master Bo Ri, and worrying over what he was talking over with one of the newer Council members. But after a minute, Ilal was shocked by seeing a familiar green/blue insectoid hand in front of him, offering a small box.

"For the New Year" Qaim said, ending with a series of lightly formal clicking sounds as he handed Ilal the gift. He liked Qaim. The being was probably the closest thing Ilal had to a confidant on the Council, and hadlistenedd patiently to him when he had delivered long, wandering lectures about the relationship between the Force, the body and the spirit. Although he still feared him, being the Grandmaster of the Council and thus marked with incredible power in the order, Ilal though the being far more compassionate and insightful than some of the people who had been nominated for that role, and had been relieved when he was elected all those years ago.

The insectoid passed over the small purple plastic box, bound in a cloth tie. Ilal opened the gift gingerly.

"What is this?" He said as he extracted the gift from it's compartment. It seemed by all accounts to be a small faux cat paw, ringed with fur dyed a variety of colors with a chain allowing it to be worn on the neck. But the paw was...

"It's a faux paw, in honor of your new associate: that poor cat you recently obtained, a pet animal from the Twi-lek homeworld of Ryloth I believe."

"Well, I" Ilal stammered out, "That's nice but.."

Then he read the card. In laser etched traditional script, it read:

[glow=red,2,300]"To remind you of your darling, when you are far from home. Enjoy both, and be happy."[/glow]

Ilal didn't know what was going on. He opened his mouth as if to say something, asking what the Grandmaster had heard, he didn't have anything from Ryloth...

Then he knew. And he was barely able to hide it.

He felt that he was hit by a mack truck, but put all his effort into keeping his manner calm. "Thanks...I'll remember this when I'm cleaning up the cat hair." Qaim replied with a mild, amused click. "You're welcome, Ilal", and walked his low-set frame over to some kind of holo-vid about a wookie sleeping over a steam vent. Ilal walked back to his plate, munched on a few items, and then made a trip to the facilities a few minutes later so as to seem unalarmed.

Once in the bathroom, he panicked. Or, as much as he could without tipping off his Council associates next door, and utilized all his skill and calm to control his emotional projection, and think through it.

Qaim had given him a gift to remind him of his cat from Ryloth. Ilal had no cat from Ryloth. He had never been seen with a cat from Ryloth. There would be no reason to assume Ilal had a cat from Ryloth. All Ilal's associates/pets were freely visible in display in his office, and sometimes brought to Council meetings. It meant something else. Qaim was not mad. He was not insane. He never made suggestions about new directions to take in research. He would never ask Ilal to study a cat from Ryltoh. Ummi was a Twi-lek. Twi-leks came from Ryloth. So Qaim knew about...about....

Ilal had to control himself...he was on the verge of tears with fear, shaking visibly under his robe. His hands pressed into the plastic sink of the restroom. He forced the calm on himself again....and his mind spewed out the link of reasoning, with frightening speed, but remarkable clarity:

Qaim knew about his partner. Ilal had not heard about Qaim's knowledge, so Qaim was keeping it to himself. There was no indication of blackmail. Qaim seemed to be the least likely person on the Council to engage in blackmail. Qaim was very friendly and sympathetic to Ilal in general. Ilal was often treated as a confidant by Qaim. Qaim sometimes shared his own secrets with Ilal. The gift referred to Ilal's most personal secret. It did so in a way that no one else would perceive it as out of the ordinary. The note on the gift would not givesuspicionn. Ilal was often affectionate and sentimental to his "pets". A pet gift would not arousesuspicionn. The note indicated that Ilal should enjoy his "darling". There was no cat. The "darling" must refer to Ummi.

Ilal sat down. Did this mean that Qaim knew? That he was...was...was...

Of course I knew. And of course I am.

How did you? I mean, was it ob...

It's hard to hide joy from the people you trust. I know you, Ilal. And I was glad to see you find this.

But the rules...

Conflict. Let us hope the others never learn of it. But did you think I would rob you of something this valuable over wording?

So I may...

Of course. With my blessing.

Ilal broke off the connection, and was barely able to erect a concealing emotional bubble before he began to fervently weep. After 10 minutes of this, he re-engaged the connection with Grandmaster Qaim:

Thank you.

Ilal then broke the connection, and stood, happier perhaps than he had ever been in his life. It was official. Qaim was granting his unofficial sanction to Ilal and his relationship. He would have to pray to the Creator that this was never made public. Then, maybe even Qaim couldn't save his career in the order. But it was approved. It might be against the rules, but it wasn't against the spirit behind them. He could enjoy his time with Ummi, and not feel like a traitor, not have to hide something so important to him from everyone he knew.

He stopped crying, and felt a wave of respect, love and admiration for his Master. Using the Force, he calmed his facial features, dried his face and eyes, and walked back into the party just in time to see the vid of the Wookie jumping three meters in the air to avoid an emission of steam. He reintegrated himself into the group, and asked one of the Council Members what he thought about the brooch he had been given as his New Year's gift.

Ilal chuckled to himself. The only thing to do now was to get himself a cat from Ryloth....

[icethorne]

damn good... I think that this is a good app... great writing ability as well.

[Kayura]

Ah! Good news mate!...you just saved 15% or more on your landspeeder insurace by switching to Geico...And now for something compltely different...

Your character application is now apporved. All conditions of the application have been met. You are cleared RPG at will. Welcome aboard!

--Kayura

[Sidro Haanc]

wow you went a tad overboard on the RP example....I LOVE IT! thats awsome, start rpin right away, and since your on the council of the Jedis Ill PM you the info you need soon.