Post by Jenno on Nov 23, 2006 12:42:25 GMT -5
Name: Rajun Kaisen
Race: Human
Age: 20
Height: 6’0
Weight: 190 lbs
Appearance: Rajun is quite muscular; his voice is deep and echoes through people which makes his abilities with speeches a great asset. His hair is black, and his eye’s are brown. He is rarely seen out of his battle armour.
starwars.wikia.com/images/1/18/Jensaarai.JPG
(One on the left)
Bio:
‘Out of the ashes of the old something new is born.’
Rajun Kaisen was born on the small moon Susevfi in the Suarbi System. He was born on the day of ultimate destruct, the day of ultimate sacrifice for the Jedi, many saw it as an omen, good or bad, that was dependant upon the person.
As Rajun grew up as a child, the people of his home world realized that he was no ordinary child, he could make things move with his mind, this happened more frequently when he became angry or upset. At his first day of school, a boy twice Rajun’s size started calling him names and pushing him around. Rajun turned and looked the boy dead in the eye, the boy began to choke and died, many of the children witnessed this and no-one would dare approach Rajun, word spread of Rajun and his ‘gift’ quite quickly. But nothing of significant happened until he was 7 years old. On his seventh birthday in fact.
Seven years after the great battle and the Jedi went into hiding, that was to be the day that Rajun’s life began its true journey. Rajun had had dreams of this day, he knew what was to happen. As he sat at home with friends and family, there was a loud noise as the front door of the house was kicked down and in walked what looked like four Sith, all in battle armour. People fled as the four people moved towards Rajun. Soon the room had cleared except for Rajun’s father, who remained by his son. Rajun admired his courage, but not his stupidity. After grabbing his blaster, Turan Kaisen directed it at the four ‘Sith’, his hand shaking a bit.
“Wh… what do you want?”
The ‘Sith’ at the head of the group looked back to his companion, then to Rajun, and then back at Turan.
“The child.”
For a moment Turan’s eye’s opened in fear before he grasped his blaster harder and gritted his teeth.
“What is this about?”
Rajun turned and faced his father and looked him deep in his eyes, working his ‘magic’.
“Father, I must go with them, I have been awaiting their arrival.”
The ‘Sith’ all looked at each other, quite perplexed. Turan however, was under Rajun’s trance. Rajun got off of his chair and began to follow the ‘Sith’ as they left his house. However, Turan was not as weak minded as he seemed and he managed to break free of the trance. After shaking away the after shock he raised his blaster and aimed it at the back of one of the ‘Sith’. But Rajun stopped, he knew something was wrong, and before his father could get a shot off, he was being propelled into the wall from the force push that had emitted from Rajun’s now raised hand. Turan was sent flying into the opposite wall, where his head was crushed against the self. As the blood spat out from his dead father’s head Rajun and the ‘Sith’ turned and left, soon they were on a ship and Rajun was leaving his home town.
After a short flight the all five stepped off the transport, the four ‘Sith’ removed their battle helmets. The group was compromised of three men and one woman, after they had entered the nearby compound the party had sat in one of the many chambers, the compound was quite big but Rajun knew that the four people sitting before him were the only inhabitants.
The ‘Sith’ began to explain themselves to Rajun. It appeared that they were no ‘Sith’ nor were they ‘Jedi’ in fact, they were what remained of the Jensaarai. It seemed that the Jensaarai studied both the ways of the Sith and the Jedi, they were of neutral faction and valued both the light and dark side of the force. Rajun realised why the Jensaarai had brought him here. They were the last of their race, they had come to him, to train him so that he would become their saviour, the leader of the Jensaarai.
The Jensaarai had a hierarchy similar to that of the Jedi, the four that sat before him were ‘Defenders’, they seemed to be a cross between the level of Jedi Knight and Master. Although he was only seven years old, Rajun understood everything. And then he took on his role as apprentice to all four Jensaarai, which was never done before, it was usually only one apprentice to one defender.
During his years as an apprentice, he created his two sabers, Demonic Inferno and Divine Will. That was only a small challenge compared to the task of creating his own battle armour. After researching the reasons behind the different styles of armour, Rajun decided to style his armour around the powerful Reek (as seen in picture). After 7 years as an apprentice, the four Defender’s all decided it was time to promote Rajun to the rank of Defender. They would have promoted him earlier, but they were moulding him, creating into something special and when they promoted him, they all knew that he was stronger than each of them.
Now selected as the head Defender of the group Rajun set about adding more numbers to the Jensaarai, however, no one was taken against their will, but soon the small band began to grow larger and larger.
On his 20th Birthday, 2 decades since the fall of the Jedi, Rajun finally (with the approval of the other Jensaarai) went for the position of Saarai-Kaar, the leader of the Jensaarai, there had only ever been one Saarai-Kaar in the history of the Jensaarai, and her story wasn’t very impressive. As he was just about to accept the title of Saarai-Kaar Hurlan Fankor, the recently promoted Apprentice of Rajun, challenged his old master for the position, instantly there was an uproar, but Rajun merely raised his hand and the commotion ceased.
“Hurlan, I do not wish to bring death to you this early on in your journey, I suggest that, for your own good, you back down.”
This only served to anger Hurlan.
“We shall duel to the death the winner will claim the title of Saarai-Kaar. Will you accept?”
After a few moments of thinking and some muttering form the observing Jensaarai. Rajun accepted the challenge. The two moved to an open area. With Demonic Inferno and Divine Will in his hands, Rajun new victory was certain. In fact, a vision from the force had shown him. That was the reason he was so confident. Donned in his battle armour, Rajun was a terrifying sight. Hurlan drew his crimson blade and charged straight for Rajun, who stood staring face down at the floor, Demonic Inferno in his left hand and Divine Will in his right. Rajun was watching Hurlan’s movements through the force, in extreme slow motion.
Hurlan span his deadly blade around in his hand as he approached Rajun at the last moment, he lept into the air and placed his saber over his head. Soon gravity began to work upon the body of the hopeful Hurlan and soon he was heading straight back down to the ground, bringing his blood thirsty saber crashing down onto the still silent Rajun. As the crimson blade soared through the air straight for Rajun’s head, he just stood their, not moving from path of the blade. But he could sense it, sense every movement around them.
When the blade was but a few inches from Rajun’s head that’s when he made his move. Moving faster than Hurlan could see he brought up his arms over his head and crossed over the blades into an X. Holding the shocked Hurlan in place, Rajun spent no time in kicking the boy in the gut, sending him sprawling backwards onto the harsh, unwelcoming floor. In that moment Hurlan realized what he had gotten himself into and he was already regretting it. But to give up now, he would not be able to live with himself, so, he attacked again. This time he targeted the torso area lashing out at one side before bring his saber about and striking towards the other.
However, to Rajun, this threat posed no problem. He quickly blocked to his left and to his right. Then, using the positioning of his body he brought his second saber onto Hurlan’s blade. Shifitng his feet slightly Rajun landed a powerful jab with his elbow into the exposed chest of Hurlan, who proceeded to fall to the ground, dropping his saber a few feet away from him. As Hurlan positioned himself to stand up again, he could feel the heat begin to press upon his skin and as he opened his eyes he saw Demonic Inferno’s satanic red glow in front of his neck.
“Hurlan, you have disgraced the Jensaarai with your interruption of today’s ceremonies. Such a dishonour can not go without punishment. I shall spare your life. However, you are here-by banished from the order of the Jensaarai, never to return. Should you return then you shall feel the bite of my sabers around your neck. Now, go.”
It has only been a few days after this event but Rajun has already set about his plans to begin recruiting and training lost Jedi and Sith. He left the HQ on his own with only a fighter to see if he could find any worthy to join his cause.
Lightsaber: Double sabers.
Color: Red (Demonic Inferno) and Blue (Divine Will).
Allegiance/Faction: Jensaarai
Race: Human
Age: 20
Height: 6’0
Weight: 190 lbs
Appearance: Rajun is quite muscular; his voice is deep and echoes through people which makes his abilities with speeches a great asset. His hair is black, and his eye’s are brown. He is rarely seen out of his battle armour.
starwars.wikia.com/images/1/18/Jensaarai.JPG
(One on the left)
Bio:
‘Out of the ashes of the old something new is born.’
Rajun Kaisen was born on the small moon Susevfi in the Suarbi System. He was born on the day of ultimate destruct, the day of ultimate sacrifice for the Jedi, many saw it as an omen, good or bad, that was dependant upon the person.
As Rajun grew up as a child, the people of his home world realized that he was no ordinary child, he could make things move with his mind, this happened more frequently when he became angry or upset. At his first day of school, a boy twice Rajun’s size started calling him names and pushing him around. Rajun turned and looked the boy dead in the eye, the boy began to choke and died, many of the children witnessed this and no-one would dare approach Rajun, word spread of Rajun and his ‘gift’ quite quickly. But nothing of significant happened until he was 7 years old. On his seventh birthday in fact.
Seven years after the great battle and the Jedi went into hiding, that was to be the day that Rajun’s life began its true journey. Rajun had had dreams of this day, he knew what was to happen. As he sat at home with friends and family, there was a loud noise as the front door of the house was kicked down and in walked what looked like four Sith, all in battle armour. People fled as the four people moved towards Rajun. Soon the room had cleared except for Rajun’s father, who remained by his son. Rajun admired his courage, but not his stupidity. After grabbing his blaster, Turan Kaisen directed it at the four ‘Sith’, his hand shaking a bit.
“Wh… what do you want?”
The ‘Sith’ at the head of the group looked back to his companion, then to Rajun, and then back at Turan.
“The child.”
For a moment Turan’s eye’s opened in fear before he grasped his blaster harder and gritted his teeth.
“What is this about?”
Rajun turned and faced his father and looked him deep in his eyes, working his ‘magic’.
“Father, I must go with them, I have been awaiting their arrival.”
The ‘Sith’ all looked at each other, quite perplexed. Turan however, was under Rajun’s trance. Rajun got off of his chair and began to follow the ‘Sith’ as they left his house. However, Turan was not as weak minded as he seemed and he managed to break free of the trance. After shaking away the after shock he raised his blaster and aimed it at the back of one of the ‘Sith’. But Rajun stopped, he knew something was wrong, and before his father could get a shot off, he was being propelled into the wall from the force push that had emitted from Rajun’s now raised hand. Turan was sent flying into the opposite wall, where his head was crushed against the self. As the blood spat out from his dead father’s head Rajun and the ‘Sith’ turned and left, soon they were on a ship and Rajun was leaving his home town.
After a short flight the all five stepped off the transport, the four ‘Sith’ removed their battle helmets. The group was compromised of three men and one woman, after they had entered the nearby compound the party had sat in one of the many chambers, the compound was quite big but Rajun knew that the four people sitting before him were the only inhabitants.
The ‘Sith’ began to explain themselves to Rajun. It appeared that they were no ‘Sith’ nor were they ‘Jedi’ in fact, they were what remained of the Jensaarai. It seemed that the Jensaarai studied both the ways of the Sith and the Jedi, they were of neutral faction and valued both the light and dark side of the force. Rajun realised why the Jensaarai had brought him here. They were the last of their race, they had come to him, to train him so that he would become their saviour, the leader of the Jensaarai.
The Jensaarai had a hierarchy similar to that of the Jedi, the four that sat before him were ‘Defenders’, they seemed to be a cross between the level of Jedi Knight and Master. Although he was only seven years old, Rajun understood everything. And then he took on his role as apprentice to all four Jensaarai, which was never done before, it was usually only one apprentice to one defender.
During his years as an apprentice, he created his two sabers, Demonic Inferno and Divine Will. That was only a small challenge compared to the task of creating his own battle armour. After researching the reasons behind the different styles of armour, Rajun decided to style his armour around the powerful Reek (as seen in picture). After 7 years as an apprentice, the four Defender’s all decided it was time to promote Rajun to the rank of Defender. They would have promoted him earlier, but they were moulding him, creating into something special and when they promoted him, they all knew that he was stronger than each of them.
Now selected as the head Defender of the group Rajun set about adding more numbers to the Jensaarai, however, no one was taken against their will, but soon the small band began to grow larger and larger.
On his 20th Birthday, 2 decades since the fall of the Jedi, Rajun finally (with the approval of the other Jensaarai) went for the position of Saarai-Kaar, the leader of the Jensaarai, there had only ever been one Saarai-Kaar in the history of the Jensaarai, and her story wasn’t very impressive. As he was just about to accept the title of Saarai-Kaar Hurlan Fankor, the recently promoted Apprentice of Rajun, challenged his old master for the position, instantly there was an uproar, but Rajun merely raised his hand and the commotion ceased.
“Hurlan, I do not wish to bring death to you this early on in your journey, I suggest that, for your own good, you back down.”
This only served to anger Hurlan.
“We shall duel to the death the winner will claim the title of Saarai-Kaar. Will you accept?”
After a few moments of thinking and some muttering form the observing Jensaarai. Rajun accepted the challenge. The two moved to an open area. With Demonic Inferno and Divine Will in his hands, Rajun new victory was certain. In fact, a vision from the force had shown him. That was the reason he was so confident. Donned in his battle armour, Rajun was a terrifying sight. Hurlan drew his crimson blade and charged straight for Rajun, who stood staring face down at the floor, Demonic Inferno in his left hand and Divine Will in his right. Rajun was watching Hurlan’s movements through the force, in extreme slow motion.
Hurlan span his deadly blade around in his hand as he approached Rajun at the last moment, he lept into the air and placed his saber over his head. Soon gravity began to work upon the body of the hopeful Hurlan and soon he was heading straight back down to the ground, bringing his blood thirsty saber crashing down onto the still silent Rajun. As the crimson blade soared through the air straight for Rajun’s head, he just stood their, not moving from path of the blade. But he could sense it, sense every movement around them.
When the blade was but a few inches from Rajun’s head that’s when he made his move. Moving faster than Hurlan could see he brought up his arms over his head and crossed over the blades into an X. Holding the shocked Hurlan in place, Rajun spent no time in kicking the boy in the gut, sending him sprawling backwards onto the harsh, unwelcoming floor. In that moment Hurlan realized what he had gotten himself into and he was already regretting it. But to give up now, he would not be able to live with himself, so, he attacked again. This time he targeted the torso area lashing out at one side before bring his saber about and striking towards the other.
However, to Rajun, this threat posed no problem. He quickly blocked to his left and to his right. Then, using the positioning of his body he brought his second saber onto Hurlan’s blade. Shifitng his feet slightly Rajun landed a powerful jab with his elbow into the exposed chest of Hurlan, who proceeded to fall to the ground, dropping his saber a few feet away from him. As Hurlan positioned himself to stand up again, he could feel the heat begin to press upon his skin and as he opened his eyes he saw Demonic Inferno’s satanic red glow in front of his neck.
“Hurlan, you have disgraced the Jensaarai with your interruption of today’s ceremonies. Such a dishonour can not go without punishment. I shall spare your life. However, you are here-by banished from the order of the Jensaarai, never to return. Should you return then you shall feel the bite of my sabers around your neck. Now, go.”
It has only been a few days after this event but Rajun has already set about his plans to begin recruiting and training lost Jedi and Sith. He left the HQ on his own with only a fighter to see if he could find any worthy to join his cause.
Lightsaber: Double sabers.
Color: Red (Demonic Inferno) and Blue (Divine Will).
Allegiance/Faction: Jensaarai
