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Full Name: Kif Colto
Nickname: N/A
Age: 24
Birth Planet: Glee Anselm
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Specie: Nautolan
Height: 180 cm
Weight: 80 kg.
Jedi/ Sith Way: "Never forget past mistakes, as they will make you avoid future ones."
Personality: Kif Colto is a very humble individual--the sort of man who would listen to ramblings of a mad man for hours without comment. Since his incident with his master, Kif does not feel it is his place to argue with others, or consider his actions better than that of others. Unless his voice is requested, he will rarely expess his opinion. Even so, he is not what one would consider a "flake." While he does obey others, Kif Colto is a noble individual, driven by a strong sense of honor and devotion that will bring him to do what is right in any situation... unless the Jedi Council commands otherwise. Even if the Jedi Council will lead him through the path of darkness, he will blindly follow as he feels deep conviction towards the Council for forgiving him. In some ways, Kif Colto became a puppet after rejoining the Jedi, but in other ways he became a stronger individual. He has the power to carry out virtually any order, and the personality to not flaunt this.
Since Kif was a young Padawan, emotions have been a driving force behind his actions. Sometimes, they would give him more ability, making him a stronger Jedi. Other times, they would lead him astray from the teachings of the Jedi. Through many struggles, Kif has managed to restrain his emotions. Most of the time. Extreme emotions are still difficult for him to avoid, and these he knows are the most deadly. For these reasons, he tries to make sure any and every conflict is not personal. However, his passion leaves a gaping hole for darkness to exploit.
Master(s):
• Forren Zane - deceased
Apprentice/ Padawan: N/A
Planet: Coruscant
Side: Light
Rank: Jedi Knight
Main Class: Jedi Guardian
Subclass: Jedi Peacekeeper
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Energy Pool: 235
Fighting Style: Power Style
Force Connetion: Light & Universal
Force Color: Teal
Force Manifestation: Appears like murky water
Strengths:
• Dueling
• Defense
Weaknesses:
• Technology
• Flying/Aerial Combat
Fears:
• Killing another
• Falling to the Dark Side
Class Attributes:
• Accomplished Skill: Able to wield weapon with advanced prow
• Force Refinement: Power of force skills increased
Reductions:
• Learn universal force techniques two [2] posts faster
• Learn lightsaber style one [1] post faster
Personal Attributes:
• Learn lightsaber styles one [1] post faster
• Dueling: when fighting an opponent one-on-one, attacks are slightly faster and more accurate
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Credit: 0
AC: 0
Missions Complete:
D Rank :: 0
C Rank :: 0
B Rank :: 0
A Rank :: 0
S Rank :: 0
Limitations:
• Force Skills : : 07 / 06
• Combat Style : : 00 / 01
• Lightsaber/ Weapon Styles: : 02 / 02
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Weapon Type: Standard Lightsaber
Weapon Range: 120 cm.
Weapon Weight: 3 kg.
Weapon Location:
• [x] Right Hip
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• Comm Link
• x10 Concussion Grenades
• x10 Frag Grenades
• x9 Gas Grenades
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▬▬┤|The Force
The Basic Instincts:
• Force Sensing
• Weak Force Jump
• Weak Force Push/ Throw
• Weak Force Speed
• Art of Movement
Light
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Universal
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Strong Arm Grappling
• Up through A-Rank Abilities mastered
▬▬┤|Lightsaber/ Weapon Style
Form I: Shii-Cho
Stage One
• Cho Si - Rank E
• Cho Se - Rank E
• Shii-Cho Yuu: Closed Stance - Rank E
• Sun Djem - Rank E
Stage Two
• Cho Mai - Rank E
• Cho Dai - Rank D
• Cho Sun - Rank D
• Cho Run - Rank D
Stage Three
• Cho Mo - Rank C
• Shiak - Rank C
• Cho Mok - Rank C
• Shiak Cho Mok - Rank C
Stage Four
• Sai Cha - Rank B
• Sai Tok - Rank B
• Sai Mu-Chi - Rank B
• Shii-Cho Yun: Open Stance - Rank B
Stage Five
• Flowing Water - Rank A
• Falling Leaf - Rank A
• Dulon - Rank A
• Leaping Sweep - Rank A
Stage Six
• Sai Cho Muun - Rank A
Form II: Makashi
Stage One
• Pivot - Rank E
• Flick - Rank E
• Light Thrust - Rank E
Stage Two
• Prospective Defense - Rank D
• Deceptive Parrying - Rank D
• Counter Flicker - Rank D
• Makashi Rapier Stance - Rank D
Stage Three
• Impulsive Slash - Rank C
• Sway Sweep - Rank C
• Makashi Thrust - Rank C
• Striving Pivot - Rank C
Stage Four
• Collective Fencing - Rank B
• Open Deflect - Rank B
• Makashi Open Stance - Rank B
• Makashi Salute Stance - Rank B
Stage Five
• Tranquil Sweep - Rank A
• Makashi Djam - Rank A
• Steering Strikes - Rank A
• Compelled Elegance - Rank A
Form III: Soresu
• Up through A-Rank Abilities mastered
Form IV: Ataru
• Up through A-Rank Abilities mastered
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Though born to two extremely loving parents, Kif Colto's time with his family was extremely limited. In fact, he never really knew them. At a young age, he was taken to become a Jedi. And from first joining the Order, he stood out from his peers. Not because of his affinity for the Force, or because of his combat abilities, neither of which he notably possessed, but because of his short temper. Frequently, the masters would scold him for lashing out at his peers in rage. "There is no emotion" they would say. More often then not, his punishment would be to meditate and recall the Jedi Code. But when he would complain, they would tell him that it was not punishment. That it was necessary to keep him on the path of light. Every time, Kif would grudgingly follow their instructions. He continued to grow up, and his combat skilled continued to increase.
At age eleven, he was separated from the rest of his peers and instructed to come before the council. Kif assumed this was punishment, however instead he discovered a Master had been watching him and was interested in taking him as an apprentice. No trial was needed, however in Kif's special case the master's felt that they should reiterate the responsibilities of being an Apprentice. That he would face many dark trials, that his Master's word would always be law, obedience, control, all the things Kif had learned as a young student. Before the Masters, Kif gave every ounce of gratitude and respect to convey how pleased he was to be given a Master. Most other students had not even begun to be looked at by the Masters, and yet Kif was already on his way to becoming a Jedi Knight. And so, he and Master Forren Zane began their trials together as Master and Apprentice.
From the beginning of their time together, the two seemed to get along. Though Master Zane hadn't taken on an Apprentice in years, he seemed to know how to treat Kif and how to train him in a way that kept the Apprentice interested and engaged while also teaching him all the valuable lessons he would need to know in the future. They went on several important missions together, and seemed like the perfect team.
Once Kif neared 19, Master Zane began to prepare him to move on through the ranks.
With a defiant grunt, Kif slashed through nothing but air, missing the target completely. His patience was waning as he grew closer to moving through the ranks. "Focus, Padawan!" Forren shouted from a nearby rock. They had been training hard for weeks, and Kif's Master's patience was leaving as well. It was understandable, though Forren channeled his impatience into stricter training. The past few days of training had been filled with Forren's almost incessant nagging. And this only continued to stretch Kif's patience. Through the years, they had gotten along well. Neither one pushed the other over the edge, yet it seemed this week both were teetering on the precipice of self-destruction.
"Why don't you try to hit it, Master?" Kif replied shortly after tearing off his blindfold. He stormed over to where his Master sat, and offered up the strip of cloth to the older man.
"Your lack of patience is hindering you, Padawan. Just focus, you've done this a thousand times and today is no different." While Forren's words intended to be encouraging, they only sounded patronizing and demeaning.
The Nautolan seethed with rage. "Stop calling me Padawan. I'm almost a Jedi now. My focus is fine, I just want to be done with this stupid training."
"This training is not 'stupid.' Until you learn to focus on the task, no matter how trivial it may be, you will never move on."
"I can focus!" Kif snapped.
"Then focus!" Forren raised his arm, and with a snap of his wrist sent a rock flying at Kif. The stone hit the Nautolan sharply in the head, and only further angered him.
"That was a cheap blow! Since when were you a cheater?" After being hit, Kif stormed forward and roughly shoved his Master backwards as if pressuring him into a fight.
Forren staggered back in shock, before instinctively shoving Kif back to assert his position. "There is no cheating! You're thinking is over run with emotions."
"No cheating, eh?" Kif drew his blade and swung at his master, easily tearing through the old man's flesh. The emotion was driven by passion, and Forren did not even have a chance to react; the old Master fell to his knees, before falling to the forest floor and bleeding to death.
Killing his master was terrifying for Kif. Not wanting to face the wrath of the council, he fled into the nearby forests. Three years he hid, not wanting to go back to the Jedi but not wanting to return to the Sith either. He meditated on his actions, until he realized that fleeing was the wrong choice as well. After three years, he returned to the Jedi council to repent for his crime.
Impressed by the fact that he returned, the council in fact allowed him to rejoin the order. In their eyes, he had redeemed himself by considering the situation and making the right decision in the end. However, they still did not fully entrust him, and thus they would hold him on a short leash, with a job close to home and little more responsibilities.
