Post by Trik Overmore on Sept 8, 2005 22:21:44 GMT -5
Trik Overmore, a name that nearly no one knew and even fewer ever remembered. There was nothing special about Trik except his force sensitivity, and even then, only force users could sense that.
Trik was 17, young, slightly naive, and didn't have an extraordinary build. His body was slender, but muscular in a skinny way, and his skin was a pale colour. His hair, blowing slightly in the wind, had grown to be around 3 inches in length.
His hazel eyes scanned the area and he found he was alone in a gigantic entrance area. He had been instructed to wait until the council had disbanded for the day, when he'd be examined. It made him nervous to have to await judgment.
Trik, not being overly tall at 5'7", put his hands inside his cloak and propped himself against a great pillar made of a stone he did not recognize. It felt cold even through the maroon robes he wore. His boots clakked against the ground before everything fell silent again, but the hum of transports and traffic.
Trik's past had been great, overall. He still had both his parents, though he knew that he would not be able to see them again for quite some time. His mother, Sasa Overmore, was almost pure blooded Corellian and had beautiful features even in her old age. His father, Jacob Overmore, was a strong man with a strong face and wrinkles everywhere on his body. They had raised him in a respectful home that never was very 'touchy-feely' oriented. He rarely ever recieved hugs or kisses, but many compliments and praises.
Being a bright kid, Trik had excelled in his schooling on Corellia and transferred to a private school on Coruscant when his parents decided to move and open up a custom datapad company. They hand-made datapads up to custom specifications until it became so popular, they had to hire several other hands the help, including droids.
Trik, being curious about many things, often tinkered and made his own personal datapad, which was encrypted and was actually programmed with an AI. He also repared his father's droids whenever they broke down.
However, Trik always had a nagging feeling that there was something wrong, but he never found out what until his 16th birthday and his graduation from private school, two years ahead of schedule.
Trik Overmore was distantly related to a couple of Dark Jedi who served under Exar Kun. The blood that was passed down sometimes drove his family members to take up arms and resort to dark things, but very few ever were force sensative.
Trik was always extremely hard to antagonize, simply because he was generally uninterested in petty insults. His true weakness, however, is that he works entirely too hard and too much. He generally gets little sleep when he has an idea or a project to work on, and becomes frustrated when he cannot figure out problems.
Trik closed his eyes and smiled gently, trying to master the art of meditation. Little did he know that everything he had learned about it would soon change...
Trik was 17, young, slightly naive, and didn't have an extraordinary build. His body was slender, but muscular in a skinny way, and his skin was a pale colour. His hair, blowing slightly in the wind, had grown to be around 3 inches in length.
His hazel eyes scanned the area and he found he was alone in a gigantic entrance area. He had been instructed to wait until the council had disbanded for the day, when he'd be examined. It made him nervous to have to await judgment.
Trik, not being overly tall at 5'7", put his hands inside his cloak and propped himself against a great pillar made of a stone he did not recognize. It felt cold even through the maroon robes he wore. His boots clakked against the ground before everything fell silent again, but the hum of transports and traffic.
Trik's past had been great, overall. He still had both his parents, though he knew that he would not be able to see them again for quite some time. His mother, Sasa Overmore, was almost pure blooded Corellian and had beautiful features even in her old age. His father, Jacob Overmore, was a strong man with a strong face and wrinkles everywhere on his body. They had raised him in a respectful home that never was very 'touchy-feely' oriented. He rarely ever recieved hugs or kisses, but many compliments and praises.
Being a bright kid, Trik had excelled in his schooling on Corellia and transferred to a private school on Coruscant when his parents decided to move and open up a custom datapad company. They hand-made datapads up to custom specifications until it became so popular, they had to hire several other hands the help, including droids.
Trik, being curious about many things, often tinkered and made his own personal datapad, which was encrypted and was actually programmed with an AI. He also repared his father's droids whenever they broke down.
However, Trik always had a nagging feeling that there was something wrong, but he never found out what until his 16th birthday and his graduation from private school, two years ahead of schedule.
Trik Overmore was distantly related to a couple of Dark Jedi who served under Exar Kun. The blood that was passed down sometimes drove his family members to take up arms and resort to dark things, but very few ever were force sensative.
Trik was always extremely hard to antagonize, simply because he was generally uninterested in petty insults. His true weakness, however, is that he works entirely too hard and too much. He generally gets little sleep when he has an idea or a project to work on, and becomes frustrated when he cannot figure out problems.
Trik closed his eyes and smiled gently, trying to master the art of meditation. Little did he know that everything he had learned about it would soon change...
