Name:
Aisha Demir

Age:
19

Gender:
Female

Class:
Slave

Appearance:
Her left eye is yellow-gold, her right is sky blue. She has hip-length dark red hair, and her skin is slightly tanned. She stands at about 5 feet, 4 inches tall and has a slight but muscular build. She often wears her hair in a messy ponytail to keep it out of her face as she works, and her clothing is made up of whatever her master decided to give her, usually a simple dirt-brown dress, though they would have her dress up on occasion.

Personality:
The world is a cruel place, but that doesn't mean we cant be happy, that we can't give everything our all. Aisha has a 'glass half full' outlook on her life, she sees the bad in her own life and sees how much worse others have it, deciding to live as happily as she can, to savor each breath she takes. She smiles to spite her master for his cruelty, and smiles even when she is punished for it. They can take our bodies, they can take our lives, but they cannot crush our sprit so long as we do not let them.

Backstory:
Aisha never knew her mother, she was taken away from her before she was old enough to remember. She grew up in the service of a past warrior, one who had succeeded in bringing back some treasure from a tower, and learned from the other slaves there that her survival depended on her own will. She stayed under the radar mostly, until she got old enough to be considered pretty. Then there was no hiding.

She was given as a gift to a noble family, and there she barely survived day to day, narrowly escaping from most of the men who stalked her like predators around the house, and taking constant punishment for things that she had not done, taking the blame for these things from the younger slaves to try and grant them some form of protection in this harsh world.

One night, she heard a commotion, and when she went to investigate found a few of her fellow slaves planning an escape. They let her in on the plan, and within a few days carried it out. Unfortunately, most of them were caught almost immediately, and Aisha just kept running, unable to risk stopping for even a moment. She managed to get past the gates, the guards not willing to follow her beyond the city's walls. She kept running until she had to stop, resting but not sleeping for fear of the beasts that could find her. She didn't know where she would go, she only hoped that she could get somewhere safe outside of the city and live the rest of her life in peace.

Skills and Divine Abilities:
Knowledge of flora and fauna
While she may not be good at fighting, she does have enough know-how to survive in the wild, so long as no beast kills her. She knows what is poison, what is harmless, and what flowers will knock a full grown man on his back with just one whiff of pollen.

Anamalese
One item she can call her own is a simple necklace, a leather cord tied around a seemingly worthless stone. She knows it used to belong to her mother, and when she wears it she feels a connection to any form of animal life around her, even being able to "speak" to them and alter their perception of her and current memory, causing them to forget what they're doing at times.

Memory and Pattern Recognition
She has an extremely good memory. Never forgets a face, a tune, a name, or a pattern. (patterns in the way people act and their habits, and patterns that have to do with puzzles)

Survival Instinct
She's good at getting out of bad situations quickly.

Equipment:
Nothing but the clothes she wears, a knife she'd stolen, and her necklace.

"The world is full of nice people. If you can't find one, be one."

Name
Lucia Bellemont
Soul
Kindness
Age
12
Gender
Female
Appearance
She is about 4 feet tall and has naturally sad green eyes, but really most of the time she's smiling. She tends to tie her hair up into a ponytail whenever she can to keep it out of her face. She doesn't actually have any of those bandages on her right now, but otherwise that picture is how she looks. She has no scars in absence of the bandages either, she's perfectly fine at the moment.
Personality
In a few words: Kind (duh), secretive, observant, playful, joyful, and confident. She's always got a smile on her face, either because she's usually able to find something to be happy about, or for other's sakes. She may not be brave enough to run head-on into danger, or even sure that she'll make it through whatever obstacles she comes across, but she has confidence that in the end everything will turn out alright. She often keeps her thoughts to herself unless she's trying to cheer someone up.
History
As the story goes on you'll learn more about her, she won't bite if you ask.

Name:
Alice

Species:
Human.. probably
She's been afflicted by Vampirisim

Age:
Approximately 22
She looks 17 because that's when she was turned

Abilities/Powers/Traits:
Magical Ability and Knowledge
Gained from her time as a mage's apprentice and her continued practice and studies since then.

Alice is well-versed in Mystical artes and can cast high-level spells and rituals without much difficulties, so long as she has the spell-book and all the necessary ingredients with her. Without the book, there are only a few spells she can cast which she has memorized. One of these spells will send someone's soul to Mad Hell when she casts it on them, and another is a spell that will summon a portal so she can go there herself.

Vampirism
She was turned about 5 years ago.

Alice is able to drink the blood of another living being as a means of healing herself in a pinch, but this gives her a weakness as well. She must feed at least every two days in order to stay in control of herself. Sunlight and garlic and all those other stereotypical ways of repelling vampires don't actually work on her, though stabbing her through the heart with a silver blade or a wooden stake will definitely kill her, and the sunlight is harsh on her eyes and skin -thus she wears a dark cloak all the time. She has the ability to sense living beings and any blood nearby, and all her senses are heightened as well as her physical strength and speed because of the vampirism.

Shadow Manipulation
An ability gained through her service to the Mad God.

Alice is able to move through Shadows at will and can use them as a weapon, often creating a vortex of smoke-like shadows around her as a shield when she's on the defense, or using that same vortex to surround an enemy and kill them by closing the sharp shadows in on them. In complete darkness or complete light, there are no shadows she can control, however. At night, she can turn her body into shadows in order to move quickly through things and crowded places, making her body entirely intangible for a time.

Mental Communication
A power she's had since birth, this is one of the reasons she questions if she was ever truly human or not.

Alice can talk to people through her mind just as easily as speaking out loud, and they can think back to her what they want to say so long as she keeps the line open. She can communicate with anyone within a certain distance of herself (10 meter radius), even through walls and such, and when she speaks like this she is able to control exactly how her voice sounds, even able to make herself sound like a man if she wanted. The sound of her voice always seems to echo slightly when she uses this ability however, so there's always a way to tell if the words are just being heard in your mind or if they are actually being spoken out loud.

Eyes
Her eyes glow when she's using any of her abilities or magic. The color of the glow ranges from blood red to bright yellow, and the color tells how well-fed she is in terms of her Vampirisim. Red if hungry, and Yellow if good. When her eyes aren't glowing, they are just a normal dark brown color.

Bio:
(Will be edited and added to over time as stuff is also revealed IC)

Alice was a mage's apprentice in the capital city of the Janus province, a state to the south which was ruled by a duke who was loyal to the Kaiser of the Teutonic Empire but without much real power himself. She and her master lived in the castle as the duke's resident mages

Vesuvius

((Yes, the feathers follow me everywhere I go. If you ever need to find me, follow the trail they leave.))


"Don't look down, Don't look into the eyes of the world beneath you.
Don't look down, you'll fall down, You'll become their sacrifice."

What is your name? Do you have any nicknames? Please include them.

Name:
Vesuvius
Nicknames include:
Ves, Vesu, vesves, and whatever else you wanna call me.

What is your gender?

Female.

How old are you?

Well, I’m kinda immortal so… let’s go with 17 or 18-ish?

What species are you? Please include details about said species.

Well, I’m a “Reality Sprite”, but because I’m lazy and bad at explaining things, let’s just say that I’m an Angel, of sorts. But, not really. I have wings, and can fly with said wings. I have this nifty little “halo” that, other than defying gravity by floating over my head all the time, acts as a sort of “control” for my powers, helping me to focus and whatnot so I don’t accidentally blow something up or destroy a small universe.

Reality Sprites are not native to this world. Or any world, in fact. But we explore the vast multiverse in search of something fun to do- that hopefully won’t cause something bad to happen. I hope that in this world, I can do something productive and helpful. As far as I know, that’s my purpose in life, and I actually feel pained when I’m not following this instinct to help and explore everything the multiverse has to offer.

What abilities and powers do you have? Do you have any expertise or “special skills”? Please include them.

Are you skilled in certain types of combat? What type of weapon do you typically wield?

I fight way more than I’d like to. I have a sword that I like to use for close combat, and am a pretty good aim with any ranged weapon you wanna hand me. It’s hard for me to fight and fly at the same time so I’m more likely to teleport in a fight to surprise the enemy than I am to take off. I prefer to mess with the enemy by using my powers rather than fight them, it’s more fun that way.

What equipment do you typically carry into battle? Or feel comfortable carrying into battle?

No armor, no knives or guns or spell-books. Just me, my sword, and my mind.

Are you affiliated with any other organization? If so, please say who and your rank.

Nope. I’m just here to have fun and help people out.

Where in Guild City are you from?

I’m from outside the city, though when I first came here I fell in love with the Advanced areas. I often frequent Casual and Spam as well.

What has your life been like so far?

I’ve been traveling my entire life. I don’t really know anyone else of my kind, though there have been a few that came close. I’ve been on so many adventures, I can’t count them or even remember them all properly. I don’t know how long I’ve been alive, I don’t age at all, but it’s fun to see people I’ve come to care about live out their lives around me. Sometimes people ask me if I’m lonely. The truth is, I don’t know. I’m never alone, but I do feel like I might as well be alone for all the company some people are worth. I don’t think it bothers me.

Would you like to include any additional information that we may have missed?

EVERYONE ELSE -> <- ME

>>> My effort to not be OP (because this is definitely the OP type of character) is my Limiter, the "halo". Basically if a power is going to affect someone/something too much, it can't be done with limits on, but it can with limits off. The limit isn't all or nothing, it's "enough to be super useful" or "pray to whatever you believe in that I don't screw this up" however limits will never come off unless all of reality is in danger or something.

Concerning you

You are on a mission. How did you dress for it? What else can you say about your looks?

I have a triangular face with well-defined features. Thin lips and almond-shaped eyes, high and narrow cheekbones with small ears and a cute nose. I'm somewhat proud of how I look, and I take care of myself to make sure I'm always presentable. My hair is shoulder-length and a reddish brown color, and complements my species' bright green eyes well. My skin is mostly smooth, save for a few nasty scars, and has a barely noticeable green tint- a Zelosian version of a tan, otherwise my skin is pale due to the lack of red pigment in my blood and body. I am 5'8" (≈1.7 meters tall) and weigh about 120 lbs (≈55 kg). I'm quite modest in how I dress, preferring to cover as much of my body as possible. Along with my normal outfit, I wear the traditional brown Jedi robe, and always carry my green-bladed lightsaber with me by tucking it into a hidden pocket in my belt. If you were to ever see me without my clothes -a very unlikely situation- you would be able to see that my right leg is completely cybernetic from my mid-thigh down. The only other way someone could know of this is if they were able to hear the mechanical parts moving when I walked, or if I told them.

In order to confront the Sith, you need to be strong. Name one weakness or flaw you have identified but not neutralized.

Well, I am dyslexic, so it’s hard for me to read something and get it right on the first try without focusing, and this also affects my ability to write. Though I suppose you're looking for me to point out one of the things that I can still try to change?

In battle, I am not against harming my opponent when necessary but I prefer not to take any life, so sometimes I may not use as much force as is needed until I realize that I do need to try harder. I would also describe myself as soft-hearted, which would explain why I’m here as a rescuer rather than a member of the strike team. I cannot bring myself to leave someone who is suffering or in need of help, and I often don’t think past the present moment before attempting to help because, in my experience, if you wait it's too late.

Fighting Sith is not easy. How do you plan to use the Force for this?

Sure, you can use the Force… but what else can you do?

I know quite a few things about plants, how to tend to them and help them grow as well as useful ways to use them and which ones are ok to eat, I’ve even got a few good recipes for on-the-field; normal, I think one would imagine considering I am a plant.

Aside from my green thumbs, I have a meticulous attention to detail and a good memory. I’m quite adaptable, and able to analyze a situation to quickly make decisions based on what I know in that moment.

Socially, I’m good at avoiding confrontations and arguments. I tend to keep an optimistic outlook on problems, and am easily able to keep calm and in-control when under pressure.

I am ambidextrous, meaning that both of my hands can be used to wield a blade to equal ability in combat, and it’s rather handy for tasks needing precision and dexterity, though I’m not much of a tinkerer or anything of the like. As a Zelosian, I am able to survive for long periods of time so long as I have sunlight and water. I don’t necessarily have to eat food to live, though it helps to eat because then I regain my energy a little quicker than when relying only on sunlight.

A couple other skills I have are special meditative states that I am skilled at using for my benefit in battle:

Something got you to join this mission. What was it? What events shaped your life?

The earliest memory I have is of a ball game I played with the other younglings at the Praxeum on the planet Arkania. I was maybe three years old when the order found me and brought me there.

As a youngling I was a studious child, but not nearly as much as I should have been. My attentions always strayed off the current task, even when I tried to meditate and focus on the force. In an attempt to help me learn to focus one of the teachers came up with a test to try and find out what the problem was, and what he found was that I have a natural ability to sense the emotions of those around me, even when they were hiding them on the surface. This empathy caused many distractions for me, and it got so hard to focus past it that sometimes that I had to go somewhere I’d be completely alone in order to progress with my Force lessons at all.

Yet, once I was able to focus I found that certain aspects of the force came to me with ease, skills such as sensing my surroundings and using telekinesis. I practiced as much as I could at tuning out my own emotions and the emotions of others. Eventually I got to the point where I could wield the Force while near the other children, but admittedly learning anything was slow going until I actually became a padawan. My master was a great help in learning to get a grip on my Empathy, and by the time I passed the knight trials my control was on a level so much higher than I had had as a youngling that the two could not even be compared. My control over my empathy is much better now than it was even then, though it’s still not perfect, but then nothing ever is. I don’t struggle with Empathy anymore, though I could always do better.

—

I was ten when I passed the initiate trials, and when I first met Seri White, or Master Seri as I would later come to call him. He was an old Knight who had trained two padawans before me, both of whom had passed the trials of knighthood on their first attempts. Seri was a good teacher, a highly skilled Jedi, and a kind, tolerant person. It never ceased to amaze me how he cared about all the people he came into contact with during missions. He made sure to protect even his enemy from the threat they posed, to others and to themselves. I like to think I learned this trait from him, though it was not one he made any true effort to pass on to me. "Compassion is the belief that all life is precious and important. Just because your opponent may be an enemy for now, it doesn’t mean that they can’t change if given a chance."

Seri was quick to notice where I struggled and what my strengths were. He saw potential in me that I myself was blind to. I’m glad to say that his guidance was what began pushing me to get where I am now, though that doesn’t mean I was a good student at all. I can remember many occasions where I must have been the most annoying padawan in the universe to him. Still, he took my phases of questioning and impatience, rebellious behaviors and moodiness in stride, and with a sense of good humor about him as well. He was a concrete wall compared to my young self, I couldn’t have asked for a better Master.

Although, Seri wasn’t perfect—no one is. As a youngling at the temple I trained in the basics of Shii-cho and Soresu, but my current form—Niman—is what Seri used, and it was all he was able to teach me as far as Lightsabers go. It was simple to learn, and I liked that it didn’t require any fancy footwork like Ataru or focus too much on the fighting aspect like Makashi. Though, at first I envied those who were able to use Soresu or Shien, as I had perceived the defensive forms to be more useful than Niman, which has no true gear towards either offence or defence. I was wrong to think so, as Niman—unspecialized as it is—is the best form for my fighting style. I prefer not to harm my opponent any more than necessary and, as I learned and developed my skills with Telekinesis, I found it very easy to incorporate use of the Force into my bladework. Seri also taught me that a Lightsaber, just like the Force, was a tool rather than a weapon. A means to protect oneself and the others they defend.

By the time I turned eighteen, Seri believed I was ready to attempt the Knight trials, and he was right. I passed the Trials on my first attempt, which was just a couple months before the return of the Sith and the beginning of the war. I was almost immediately sent to the battlefront. It was horrible, I think especially so for me. I saw many of my comrades, people I considered friends even, fall in more ways than one. As the bodies of the dead would litter the ground, some Jedi with weaker constitutions would suddenly give in to their emotions, a muddled mess of fear and confusion, and they would fall to the dark side or even join the Sith. Though they were few, it was still disenheartening to see them become shadows of the Jedi they once were, cruel and ruthlessly terrorizing republic citizens just like the Sith did. I cut these Jedi down when I could. They turned from the light, taking what they perceived to be the easy way out, and so they lost most of the care I may have ever had for them.

There were so many emotions swirling around, loss, anger, fear, hatred... The Sith would speak to us, trying to convince us to turn on our allies, to use what we felt to become 'stronger'. I have no idea whether or not I also felt these emotions, or if I ever had the urge to give up and work with the Sith instead. At first the collective feeling around me was too strong to tell where my thoughts and emotions ended and where all theirs began. If I ever did, I didn't act on the thoughts at all. Seeing my comrades struck down around me, or changed into someone nearly unrecognizable by their own choice to abandon their beliefs, strengthened my own constitution. I would not fall to the dark side just because the universe around us seemed to be spiraling into chaos. I would not allow myself to think that my path may not be right.

Over the next years I got used to the wartime setting, but I didn't stop hoping for peace nor did I back down from the challenge of keeping myself together. If one good thing ever came out of this war—for me anyway—it would be that by now I’ve finally gained complete control over the Empathy I’d struggled with since I was a child. I never stopped learning after becoming a Knight, as I always could find at least one thing about myself to practice or fix. I learned to meditate and focus better, centering myself and pulling away from the chaos around me in battle to help isolate myself from the emotions of those around me, and calm my mind. I taught myself how to truly take care of myself and others in survival situations. I even tried to learn certain Force Skills in an attempt to neutralize a few of my physical faults, such as my species' natural blindness in the dark.

When I turned twenty-six I was assigned my first Padawan, a twelve year-old human named Yao-wang. He was a mild-mannered sort on the outside, but I could tell that he had trouble keeping his emotions in check. I worked with him patiently, hoping to help him find his strengths and gain control over his inner turbulence. He was a good student, though he got frustrated easily and tended to give up when things didn't come easily enough to him. Before Yao turned fourteen, we never went to the battlefields at all, and I think I may have lost some of my edge in the two years before we went on our first battle mission together. I noticed almost immediately that the way the enemy fought had changed over the last two years. I was nervous, and didn't feel like we were ready for this quite yet, but if you never try you can never know what you're capable of, right? We weren't on the front lines, rather far from it actually, but I worried all the same that something might happen. Imperial troopers have more strength than just numbers, after all.

At one point during the battle, Yao and I were separated from each other by a group of troopers who had us surrounded. I fought my way out easily enough, but I thought to let Yao get himself out of the situation on his own. There were only six troopers near him, I thought he’d be able to handle it and I would only step in if he needed me to. He defeated three of them before I noticed, too late, what was about to happen. A little ways away, out of sight from where we were, I sensed a Sith approaching. I never actually saw this Sith, he or she stayed away from us. At first I thought that maybe they were hanging back out of fear or caution, but then I sensed a trigger go off, setting off a bunch of firebombs around us. I was able to keep most of the flames from reaching me by using a mix of Telekinesis and some Tutaminis, using debris and things around me to block the flames a bit as I got myself to safety, but everything and everyone else seemed to become completely engulfed in white-hot flame.

I tried to push the flames further away, to clear the space where I’d last seen Yao standing, but I couldn’t find him. I could hear the screams of people burning around me, friend and foe alike. I could feel their emotions, their collective fear and pain. I tried to find Yao through his emotions too, but when I reached out to him he was completely silent, as if calm for once.

I was forced to retreat. The flames were too hot for me, and there was too much smoke to stay any longer and keep trying to find Yao. I tried to reason with myself as I fell back, thinking frantically and trying to calm my worries for him. I told myself, I hadn’t been able to sense his emotions there so he must have gotten away. I wouldn’t let myself think that if he wasn’t okay, that I’d just left him there to die alone. Hours later, after the flames finally went out, I went back to the place and tried to look for him. We hadn’t met up after I retreated, so I was thinking, hoping, that I’d be able to track him down alive somehow.

I found his lightsaber on the ground near where I’d last seen him. The metal of the handle was melted past recognition but the crystal was fine, thankfully. We could have remade it for him after I found him, if he’d been alive. Not very far from where I’d found the lightsaber I found what must’ve once been his body, now charred black and completely unrecognisable. I suppose I shouldn't have been surprised, but honestly if I ever did feel his death through the force, I had been so occupied by trying to keep my thoughts from that conclusion that I may have ignored it entirely.

Even after I found him like that, it took a bit for me to realize he was gone. At first, I just felt numb thinking about it. It was a full two days later when I began to grieve for him. I had been meditating on the event, and I suppose the best way to say what happened is that I broke down. I didn’t do anything stupid or dangerous, I was just sitting there meditating, and then the next moment I couldn’t stop crying. It took me a while to calm back down: a few hours to stop crying, a few days to stop wanting to cry, and years to get to the point where I only feel a pang of sadness at the thought of him. Of the thoughts I had then, I only still agree with one. I understand that Yao’s death was not all my fault, but when I could have saved him by simply making a different decision or just noticing the trap sooner, it’s kind of hard not to feel like it is.

About a year after Yao’s death, when I was twenty-nine, I was assigned my second Padawan—whom I ended up treating a bit like a baby bird. I never allowed her to be very far from me, at least not until I was confident she’d be ok on her own no matter what surprises might come up. In reality this was a mistake on my part. I had allowed my fear of the past repeating itself to govern how much freedom I gave the girl. Lovino was fifteen when I met her, she’d been found by the Order a little later than most children are. She’d been a curious and shy teen, though very smart and with a natural talent for the control aspect of the Force. She was also one of the calmest people I’d ever met, and I think that may have been one of the reasons the Council assigned her to me.

I remember one mission in particular with her… This was about five years after our first meeting. We’d been sent away from the battlefields for this one, something increasingly rare to me as the war has gone on. We were still dealing with the Sith however, only a little more indirectly. A fellow Jedi had received some information about the location of a ‘point of interest’ to the Sith. We had no way of knowing if it was a base or hideaway—supply station or something else entirely. Either way we found ourselves on a planet in the outer rim that was mostly forest.

After a while of recon and searching for any sign of the Sith, we made our way down into a maze of catacombs to an underground ruin. There we encountered a small party of Sith troopers and a Sith who introduced himself as ‘Zerek’. We fought, and eventually caused a cave-in that I believe either killed the Sith and his group or trapped them all there. They’d been there for the same reason as us, to explore and find whatever there was to find there on that lonely planet. What we eventually found, thanks to information gleaned from the Sith during our fight, turned out to be an old Sith Artifact which was recovered by the Order after we sent them a message about it.

At the Age of thirty-six, I lost my right leg and nearly died in a battle with a particularly strong Sith, a Trandoshan. I defeated him in the end, though in my own mind I consider it more of a tie. I ended up taking one of his eyes out and threw him across the battlefield with Telekinesis, though not until after I already should have died. I remember passing out as a few troopers helped me to a transport shuttle and later waking up in the Temple’s medical bay a full day later, a hole in my chest and missing a leg. Not too long after that I received a cybernetic leg to replace the one I’d lost, and after almost a year my other injury was deemed healed enough for me to return to the battlefields.

Lovino wasn’t there with me during that fight, and I’m still glad she wasn’t. I don’t think we both would’ve made it out alive. She’d often tell me during my year of recovery how much she wished she could have been there to help me, and I’d tell her that the biggest thing she could have done to help was just what she had been doing. She was safe during that fight, away at the temple helping with other things. I didn’t have to worry about her and that freed up my mind to focus more on defeating the enemy.

A little while after I turned thirty-seven, I was on my first mission back on the battlefields. It was uneventful, mostly. On the way back to the temple, I felt a ripple through the Force. My old master... Seri was dead. When Lovino and I landed back at the temple, I was approached by a guard who told me what happened to him. Apparently he was poisoned during one of his last missions, and he passed away in his sleep. At least it was a peaceful death, and he lived a full life. That was enough to console me.

Later that same year, the Council granted me the specialization of Jedi Sage. I accepted the title with reserved joy; it’s nice to have your skills be acknowledged.

I finally let Lovino take the Knight trials in the next year. I had waited until I was sure she’d be able to pass—and she did—with flying colors. I was proud of her, until a little while after the council announced her passing. I was approached by a Jedi Master named Gar Halcorr, who told me quite bluntly that I’d done something wrong with Lovino’s training. Remember when I said I ended up treating her a bit like a baby bird, never letting her stray too far or do anything I wasn’t absolutely certain she could handle? Well, I hadn’t noticed it. Gar said I was coddling her, but in my own mind I was simply protecting her, and I told him as much. Quite honestly, I never thought it was possible to hurt a padawan’s learning by keeping them too close.

I ended up debating with Gar about it extensively. I saw his side of the argument, in the end, and I made a vow to myself to do better in the future. I’ve kept in touch with Lovino since then, but I still can’t pinpoint what bad effect exactly my careful treatment has had on her, if there’s any at all. She seems to be a very capable Jedi, and she even has a padawan of her own now as well.

I didn’t get my next padawan until about two years later, in my fortieth year. He was a fellow Zelosian, Kiku Honda, and he was sixteen years old at the time. He’d already spent four years as a padawan, I was only inheriting him after his previous master passed away in battle. I’m pretty sure the recent loss of his master was why the council assigned him to me, but maybe he was also chosen for me because of the fact that the council may have noticed I was too gentle with Lovino. Maybe, they were hoping that assigning me a Padawan who already had some training might encourage me not to be so overly careful again. Still, I tried to make sure he wouldn’t be completely overwhelmed, though this time I attempted not to be too overprotective, and I think I succeeded in that aspect. He did get hurt a few times, but remembering the warning I got after Lovino passed the Knight trials, I didn’t let those few incidents faze me. Kiku passed the Knight trials after four years with me, on his second try.

I have not been assigned another padawan since then. In fact, nothing of particular interest has happened in my life these last two years, besides the many missions I go on. Up until a few days ago that is, with the Sith attack on the Coruscant Temple. Gar Halcorr approached me about joining him on a rescue mission for those Jedi who were captured during the Sacking, and of course I agreed to go.

How do you fight with lightsabers?

I am a master of the Niman form of Lightsaber combat, in that I can counter most other forms and fighters well with it. I've found that Niman suits me well as I prefer to use the force rather than my blade, and I enjoy the adaptability of the form from situation to situation. I am exceedingly good at making sure I don’t hurt my opponent any more than is necessary, while avoiding injury myself. I am ambidextrous, meaning I can hold my lightsaber in either hand or with both at once, it doesn’t matter.

How do you relate to the other characters?

Among friends I’m quirky and jovial, though I try to be friendly and cordial no matter who I'm speaking to, at least unless said person proves to be too difficult. I always make an attempt to be kind to everyone I meet, and I've proven to be much more passive than one would expect, even when antagonized. My cold side isn't as bad as you might think, so long as I'm being sociable. My bite is certainly worse than my bark, as any Sith will soon find.

Out of Character

How powerful is she in the Force?

She has an enormous amount of strength and accuracy in the force, though she may not be very graceful all the time. She has reached her potential with skills such as Telekinesis and Force Empathy, and has the ability to learn a wide range of skills if she were to try. Her Greatest strengths lie in her use of the force.

Compared to others, Astera is above average in her overall use of the force, and her skill in Telekinesis and her Empathetic abilities are exceptional. She's weakest with using Mind tricks and making illusions with the Force.

Has your character encountered members of the other factions before?

Yes. In the catacombs mission she met and fought a Sith who called himself ‘Zerek’. She has also fought Lord Sish before, in the fight that’s mentioned in her Bio where she lost her leg.

Your character can’t know her every weakness or flaw. Which ones were missing above?

The Dark Side. How well does your character resist it?

Astera is extremely grounded in the light. As a Sage it's part of her job to resist the dark side with all her might, and she's had lots of practice.

What is your character’s personality like? What motivates her?

Her goal, and what she believes her purpose is in life, is to be the best Jedi she could possibly be, and therefore the best person she could be as well. In every action she takes she’s very reserved, only doing what she absolutely must to win a fight, while causing the least possible amount of harm to her opponent. She’s good at fighting, but that doesn’t mean she likes it at all. She’s kind, bubbly, and easy to get along with, but beneath her welcoming demeanor and ever-present smile lies a calculating intelligence, and the most caring of souls. She values honesty and integrity, and sticks to her morals like glue, appreciating those who also have these qualities, even if their opinions may differ from her own. She may not be the best at knowing what to say and when, but her overall earnestness and a lack of beating around the bush tend to make up for that. As a Jedi she’s used to hiding her emotions or pushing them to the side, but they still exist beneath her calm surface even though it might be hard to tell for sure, and some of her moods can seem to be contagious, or it may seem like she’s catching the moods of others; a sign of her empathetic nature. She has an optimistic outlook on life but doesn’t ignore the bad things in the universe, she simply hopes that the good will outweigh the bad in the end.

Do you have any limits as to what is “ok” to happen to your character?

No. Astera may be a pure light, but that doesn't mean she can't/won't get into any trouble.

Do the ends justify the means?

The ends will never justify the means to Astera. Do it the right way or you're just as bad as the Sith, and you deserve to fail if you can't do something in the light.

Captivity. Do you want her to potentially be captured?

It's not impossible. Who knows, it might be fun to see how her role change from rescuer to the one needing rescue would play out.

What do you think your character is doing in a few IC months?

This question is a little confusing.

If the Jedi lose, she likely won't be alive in a few months. She'd fight to the death, and if they won't allow her to die, she'll never turn to the dark side.

If they win (and she's still alive) she's going to take on a new Padawan, as before the events of the RP she was simply doing missions and helping the Order in whatever way she could, alone. In rescuing the prisoners, she'll realize how out of touch she is with the younger and less experienced Jedi, and request to get a Padawan of her own so she can help them and help herself to understand what troubles the Padawans are having nowadays. For every prisoner that turns, she's going to want to understand why they did, and to stop that from happening by training as many as she can to help them stay in the light.

Does your character have any secrets useful for the GMs’ plots?

Nope.

"Now, you choose. The weapon, or life. I can't very well heal you if you're aiming a sword at me."

"Kirara! Where did you go little brother?"

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Name:
Onyx Akili Bright

Aliases:
Onyx, Bri'nx

Age:
119

Birthday:
August 30th

Race/Species
Hayllian

Gender
Female

Birthplace
Eyota

Jewel color (Birthright and Offering)
Purple Dusk to Sapphire

Class/Caste
Healer: a witch who specializes in healing physical wounds and illnesses. Equal in rank to a Priestess and a Prince.

Healers are a vital addition to Blood society because they are the ones who heal the physical bodies. Unlike Black Widows who are healers of the mind, Healers are instinctually drawn to the art of healing the body. They have an inborn knowledge of the methods and theories they should be using, but additional training is required for society to consider them "fully trained" and thus fully trusted to act with the authority of medicine on their side.

Healers are often thought to be much like Queens, especially in their single minded tendency to think their own life is less important than all those around them. Because of this, Protocol demands that any unmarried Healer is required to have an escort to accompany her, so she doesn't harm herself while she performs her Craft. It would be too easy for a Healer to completely drain herself in seeking a healing, as their self preservation instinct suffers.

Languages
Common, Hayllian, Kindred

Occupation
Medic/Healer when needed, Artist by trade.
She works on projects in many branches of the arts- from drawing and painting to writing songs and stories to dancing and playing musical instruments. She works under masters Kimili’ka and Tarentek, keepers of the Ka’tek House of the Arts.

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Height:
6'0"

Weight:
155 lbs

Body Type:
Ectomorph

Eye Color:
Brown, almost Black

Hair Color:
Dark Chocolate Brown

Skin Tone:
Nutmeg

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Sexuality:
Demiromantic Asexual

Relationship Status:
Single - widowed.
She married her husband almost 100 years ago, and he died only a year later. She doesn’t talk about him much, or even really remember much about their time together- only how he died.

Personality:
She likes to be alone, rather than spending time with a group. Because of this, she is sort of left out of everything. This doesn’t bother her though- she doesn’t care because she doesn’t want to have to feel like she can’t say what’s on her mind. If people will listen, she will speak with them, but otherwise leave her be and she won’t bug you either. In general she’s a calm person, usually happy enough in her day-to-day life that you’d catch her humming a tune at any point in the day. In interactions with people -no matter who they are- she is polite and soft-spoken, unless you manage to make her angry. Kindred, on the other hand… she loves all kindred and feels a deep connection to the rest of the world through them. She is highly respectful of the Kindred and often will treat them better than any people she meets.

She’s very Determined and sticks to her values like glue, but she is also Impulsive. She will make a decision and go with it, but in making a choice she rarely thinks past the immediate future, and often doesn’t consider her own well-being when other’s are at stake. She will keep trying towards her goals until she figures out how to get there no matter how many times she may fail. She is Strategic, and trusts her intuition because in most cases so far, it’s been right.

She is Kind, and Patient, always willing to help others if they ask, though she will leave them to their own devices once she’s done all she thinks is needed. She will not stay with someone if they ask her to- she doesn’t trust in others enough in order to abandon her solitary comfort for long.

In a fight, she’s better with strategy and quick moves than drawn-out battles. She works best alone as otherwise she feels that she’s always trying to compensate for the rest of group. That said, having Kirara at her side in a fight is a welcome comfort to her, as he is actually a very smart ally.

Onyx doesn’t worry much about the state of the world or how it got that way. The past and her own history mean little to her, and she doesn’t worry for the future at all either. She would prefer to live completely in the moment.

Habits:
When she is Nervous, Fearful, or Worried she will tend to clasp her hands together to keep them still, otherwise she will busy herself with some project or another to keep others from seeing the tremor there.

When she is happy she will hum or sing quietly to herself, unknowingly most of the time.

When she is sad or thinking about something that is better left unspoken of, she will be silent and her eyes tend to narrow as she filters out the rest of the world, trying either to get the thoughts off her mind or to simply force herself into a tunnel vision in order to focus better on her current tasks (either way, she becomes significantly less aware of the world around her).

When she’s angry, if she’s not openly showing it, the only tell will be that she’d glare at the person who’s causing her rage. If she’s hiding her anger, it means she’s actually weighing out the risks of confronting the person themselves.

In terms of her routine, she tends to wake up later in the mornings, staying up late into the nights- even till dawn if she can get away with it. She will spend time alone as often as possible, as social situations are draining and mostly unwanted to her.

Hobbies:
All the Artsy Stuff.

Fears:
Swimming, and by extension: drowning and large bodies of water like the sea or oceans.

Likes:
The colors Yellow, dark Blue, and Purple. Night-time, warm weather, being outside, and spending time alone or with Kindred.

Dislikes:
Large Crowds, Lakes and Rivers, Sailing and Boats, and Complete Silence.



General Skills
Cooking, drawing, painting, dancing, singing, playing various instruments, performing, acting, writing music, coming up with and writing stories, etc.

Combat skills
Bow and arrows, Staffs, Mace and other such blunt weapons, hand-to-hand, and throwing knives.

Magic skills
Healing, illusions (Visual and Auditory), Air manipulation (non-weaponized).

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Background
Onyx was born almost 120 years ago, and her mother died shortly after. Her father raised her for eight years, until her birthright ceremony when she met her godfather, Tarentek. Her mother never wanted her father to have Paternity, so he was only allowed to raise her until she received her first Jewel- Purple Dusk. She still lives with her Godparents, Tarentek and his wife Kimili’ka, to this day.

When she was 17 she met the man she would marry- Krimm Bright. He was the first person she’d ever felt an attraction to in her life. They dated for a year, until finally he asked her to marry him. She went through her Offering Ceremony the night of their wedding, and gained her Sapphire gem.

That’s where her memories end when it comes to Krimm.

From what she’s been told by her godparents, he died to save her life. Kimili’ka erased her memories of it in order to keep her from breaking from the grief. She couldn’t heal her, her memories had to be erased entirely.

In the next years, Onyx’s preference towards solitude began to emerge. The more time she spent alone, the clearer her thoughts became, and she began to use her time to better herself in whatever ways she could. She taught herself about what she could of the arts- seeking out guidance from Kimili’ka and Tarentek when she couldn’t figure something out herself. She learned various fighting forms from Tarentek, and learned as much as she could about medicines and healing magic from Kimili’ka before she had to go to an actual healer to receive the rest of her official training to be a healer.

She’s gone on with her life in a blur of colors and learning up until a point about two years ago, when Kimili’ka convinced her to come with her to Scelt. There, she met a young pup named Kirara, and he became her little brother. Ever since that day life has been a bit more interesting, her brother bringing her many, many adventures. It’s for the better- at least she’s not totally alone anymore.

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Other
Kirara - Purple Dusk to Sapphire jewelled Warlord Prince Scelt. He met Onyx when he was just a puppy, and chose her as his person within the next few minutes. He loves her and will protect her fiercely form anything he thinks could harm her- including herself and those pesky squirrels.

Tarentek - Onyx’s Godfather, and a Prince. He was her mother’s closest friend.

Kimili’ka - A Black Widow, and Onyx’s Godmother.

Theme Song:
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Nadia Parnel

Race:
Gemminite

Age:
18

Element:
Fire

Height:
5'4"

Bio:
Nadia's parents were both Fire Gemminites who lived and raised her in a woodland cottage a little ways away from any towns or cities. They preferred the calm solitude that life in the woods offered as opposed to the busy life of a townsperson, and the relative safety of living like this. Her father worked as a merchant and so was away often, trading around the country, while her mother was a seamstress. Nadia eventually picked up the skills of both her parent's trades, learning how to make deals with people and how to make basically anything needed for the home that could be done with a needle and thread.

Nadia grew to be shy and nervous around other people at first, but good-natured enough that she would make friends easily. She didn't spend much time in town, but she was known around as a kind, well-mannered girl. She was taken in a reaping that was happening during a visit into town with her father, when a Drakken who was collecting another girl decided that she was a better catch.

Other:
Though her element is fire, it doesn't seem to reflect in her personality as much as it does others of her element. She is shy and contains her thoughts and emotions very well, she does not call attention to herself on purpose and excels at blending in, at least among Gems. She is kind and gentle towards others, but also very fragile, both mentally and physically- she's afraid to use her power around other people. If someone were to say that Fire Gems are like a campfire or a blazing torch, then Nadia is a lit candle on a calm night.

Onyx Briyll

Race:
Gemminite

Age:
18

Element:
Earth

Height:
5'9"

Bio:
A librarian's daughter, her mother died when she was too young to remember, and her father was always busy with work around the city's library, so she was pretty much on her own for most of her childhood. With nothing else to do whenever she got bored, she taught herself how to read. She soon fell in love with the fictions she found, mysteries and adventures all just waiting to be read, feelings and images expressed on paper. She spent as much time as possible in the library, and that's where she was when the Drakkens came for her, lost in a fantasy. She didn't fight being taken at all, but only made one request- that she be allowed to bring her favorite book with her.

Other:
Onyx likes wordplay and writes poetry in her free time, her knowledge of books and fantasy making her very imaginative and childish when she wants to be. This fluidity of emotion and imagination makes it easy for her to come up with ideas and plans on the fly, and she's pretty good at lying too. She pictures herself as if the heroine of one of the novels she loves so much, and her confidence could be her downfall.

Kendra Riu Bell

Race:
Gemminite

Age:
18

Element:
Water

Height:
6'0"

Bio:
Raised on a small Island about 5 miles off the warm Coasts of Gemminia, Kendra's village was one of the few where the Gems refused to acknowledge the Drakkan or Reapings even existed. Kendra's parents never wanted her to fear for anything in her life, and so she didn't. She lived happily, up until the Reaping when the Drakkan finally decided to come to the small Island for the first time in almost 2 decades.

Other:
She's very much a wide-eyed innocent to all the bad of the world. Kendra has no prior knowledge of the Drakken, and she has no Idea how she's going to get through this just yet- but there is one upside: She's not scared, not yet anyway. Her parents raised her to be independent and strong-willed, but also they gave her a sense of trust in the world that will be very hard for anyone to truly break. Kendra believes in people, that they will do the right things, because in her mind everyone is inherently good.