Fallenreaper

Star Wars: The Force is Eternal

Name: Lo Lyra’Tre
Species: Bothan
Age: 13
Gender: Female
Rank: Padawan
Master: Master Dominik Rothul

_{Detailed appearance.}

Lo considers herself pretty average in looks for her race. She is a young Bothan and she looks like a younger version of the adults, her body having an athletic build. Her height is about 5’1”, the tallest she will likely ever get. A long, canine-like snout dips from her face with neatly trimmed beard along her chin and jawline. Her ears are long and end at a narrow tip. Long brown fur flows around her head, tied back into a ponytail at the bottom of her neckline. Her Padawan braid dangles at the right side of her face and ending just underneath the jaw. The same colored fur covers her body in a shorter fashion. It has a tendency to betray her emotional state by flattening, bristling or puffing out. She has eyes as green as the grass on a perfect day.

Her usual garments are the traditional padawan uniform in a tan and brown color. This consists of the inner tunic, tabard, sash, belt, trousers and boots. Nothing really fancy and appear have some wear and tear.

_{Report on natural ability with the Force, as well as all known Force Techniques and the skill levels.}

Basic

Training
Force Jump
Force Speed
Force Throw
Telekinesis
Telekinesis Defense
Tutaminis
Precognition
Mind Tricks

Talent

Force Healing- While at H’Ratth, Lo learned she had a natural knack for healing. At this small display of talent, the Jedi instructors felt it was a skill worth developing for her. Her force healing is at a basic level and requires heavy concentration to maintain it. With education and experience, it could become a valuable skill for her.

Force Sense- Lo is sensitive to changes in the world around her. She is quick to pick up on danger aimed at her and noted to react much sooner than her peers. With time, this could turn into an ability to sense other force users.

_{Report on known skills and combat experience, training and lightsaber training.}

Basic

Training
Shii-Cho
Ataru

Martial Arts- This is one of her weaker skill sets compared to her Force abilities. While she has the stamina and ability to fight, she lacks confidence in it. This affects her assertiveness in defending her position and she second-guesses her instinct. Mistakes happen to leave her open to counters, disarms, and more in combat.

Survival Skills- The best thing that Lo got out of these lessons were what herbs and plants would heal. This was the main reason she actually developed an interest in it and it stuck in her head. Now she can survive in nearly any environment for long periods of time.

Basics of Republic History- Lo finds it hard to recall her lessons over Republic history. It wasn’t the fact she didn’t pay attention, but she held no interest in it. At least, she got a general idea that the Republic was worth protecting and assisting.

Talent

Basics in Speeders and Starship piloting (including navigation) - She took to the basics in speeders and starship piloting well. Not only did she love the adrenaline rush and wind in her fur, but she was also good at it.

Medical Knowledge- Due to H’Ratth’s specialty in Healing, Lo has gained basic knowledge and experience in how to treat others. This is one of the lessons that Lo gravitated toward and enjoyed learning about. Seeing this, a few instructors encouraged and helped develop her basics. This included natural healing and with the force.

Other

High Stamina/Energy- Like many youngsters, Lo has high levels of energy and gives everything her all. This can lead to good and bad things.

_{Known interests of the candidate.}

Healing

Biographical Records

_{Personal biography.}

Report from H’Ratth Jedi, Hyrus Thorne:

Due to Lo Lya'Tre's young age, I'm going to sit in and retell what we've discovered of her history.

*clears throat before he begins*

Hosk and Asy Lya’Tre betrothed at an early age. Their clans were allies within bothawai politics, enabling them to grow up together. Naturally, they developed a mutual love between them. This pleased both clans as it strengthens their alliance. About three years later, Lo was born during 3653 BBY. She was a strong, healthy example of her race. It made both of them proud.

As the war drew on, Hosk found himself wanting to become involved. He contacted SIS and began to work undercover. Over the next few years, they established his cover in the Empire. The SIS records showed Hosk had been employed in the sphere of Military Strategy. From there, he gradually rose through the ranks. Whenever he could, he fed intel back to SIS. However, an unknown source leaked information to the Empire. When they suspected his treason, he fled. Realizing his end was near, Hosk managed to send a message to his wife.

Meanwhile, during his time in the Empire, Asy had raised their daughter on Toydaria. A planet in Hutt Space filled with temperate forests and swamps. Despite its location, the planet was uneventful. It was a neutral place in the political storm between the Republic and Empire. Ays wanted to remain as isolated from the war as possible despite her husband choosing otherwise.

When Ays received Hosk’s last message, she feared the Empire would dig into her husband's travel logs. He made a few secretive trips to the planet in order to keep in contact with his family. She immediately contacted the only ally she knew from her husband's past. A Jedi named Master Dominik Rothul. If anyone could help her, she hoped he would.

As expected, the Empire was already tracking Hosk’s activity. They found the trips made to Toydaria. A team was gathered and sent to investigate, hoping to root out more SIS agents there.

Master Rothul and his Padawan arrived first, entering Ays’ home. She began to explain what happened to Hosk as they figured out her options. While playing with his Padawan, Lo got angry. She used telekinesis and threw a block at Padawan Evin’s head. Ays’s figure stiffened when her daughter showed her force sensitivity. Dominik attempted to convince her what was best for both of them. Then the Jedi sensed a disturbance in the force. A young Sith apprentice with a large squadron approached the small, modest house.

When the conflict broke out, Lo became scared and took off into the forest. Ays shot after Lo. When the two Jedi found them, Lo struggled against an Imperial trooper. It is unclear if they knew she was force sensitive, but her fate with the Empire wouldn't be good.

Again, Dominik and Evin came to the rescue dispatching those who threatened her. When the fighting died down, any family left to Lo was gone. Her mother had been shot before the fight broke out. The child shifted away from the master while she cried on her mother’s dead body. Master Rothul and Evin finally took her to H’Ratth.

Lo took some time to adjust to the Jedi life. Whenever she asked about her parents, we would tell her they were now one with the force. Being told this for some time healed her sorrow. She knew that they would always be with her. During the first few years, Lo began her path on how to become a Jedi. She learned to cooperate, communicate, and meditate alongside other initiates. She grew to see us as a family. When she wasn't connecting with other initiates or working hard at her lessons, she seemed to enjoy exploring her new home. She soon learned practical lessons, martial arts, and low power saber practice. Lo seemed to excel at predicting the shots coming in at her, but her saber skills needed improvement.

Around 10, she leaned into Ataru. She seemed to have boundless energy for the former making it a good choice for her. It was also around this stage that Lo showed her desire to help and treat patients. It started off small with changing bed sheets or bring food. It progressed into helping in changing bandages, studying herbs and brightening patients' moods. We encouraged to develop this trait to care for other over herself. During her free time, she developed hobbies from her lessons. This ranged from speeder bike races to restocking our supply with fresh flowers or herbs.

The Initiate trials were something she grew anxious about at the age of 13. Lo worried she might fail and never make it to padawan, a fact we felt wasn’t true. She passed her wisdom trial easily. She had a good understanding and a heartfelt belief in the code for which the Jedi stood for. I was very pleased, being the instructor on the lesson. I tried not to give nothing away. Her trial of skill was much harder. Mostly she struggled to recall where all the pieces went. Her final trial required that she resolve a dispute between two individuals. One was a merchant and the other a man accused of theft. She nearly failed this one because she took so long to brave speaking to either of them. When she did, she still had her struggles. She said what she thought rather than thinking bout it first. Eventually, she discovered the real thief was a small lizard-like monkey creature. He had timed his crime at the right moment.

Once her trials finally finished, we contacted Master Rothul and now she is to be picked up soon.

Additional Information

Padawan Years

Ryloth Files, 6 ATC 6
After picking up Lo at the Tython temple, Master Rothul and her headed to Ryloth for humanity help. A hard hit and suffering people, the introduction with the Twi'leks came off rather rocky. It seemed slavers had been collecting whole villages and leaving without a trace. Put on the case, Dom and Lo learned too late they were using chemical warfare. Imprisoned, the slavers decided to contact the Sith and inform them about the Jedi. During this time, Lo managed to escape and free the other Twi'Lek who in return helped her free her master.

With the head slaver killed and their escape, it seemed the tensions on Ryloth had just begun.

With this understanding, the locals and Jedi began to prepare. They built an underground village and united most of the villages in alliance. Naturally conflicts happened. During an assault on a decoy village on the surface, the underground tunnels exploded. It was due to unstable crystals. It forced Dominik to sacrifice himself to protect his allies. With Lo's connection, she managed to realize he still lived and lead the Twi'lek to retrieve him. For several weeks, she nursed him back to health.

His absence forced Lo to take up more responsibilities and trust with the natives. With the Sith starting to stir and her master recovering, things are about to get more stressful. This she can sense.

Star Wars: The Force is Eternal

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[Ryloth, 6 ATC 6] A Long Year Amongst the Twi'Leks

Week 7, Day 2, Early Morning
Location: Twi'lek underground village

Lo relaxed as she watched him take the bowl, eating the simple breakfast. She was thankful the Twi'lek had learned how to make their fires smokeless. However, they still needed to be careful. Any fires could easily lead the Sith and the Slavers back to their door. It wouldn't help anyone.

The younger bothan sipped her tea as she considered the future for a single moment. Her master's question interrupted her thoughts causing her to look at him. It left her scrambling for a reply which she had none. Her fur bristled a bit then settled down once more.

"Speaking bluntly, Master. Ever since we came to Ryloth, have I ever been ready for the day? From slavers to sith, the time spent here has taught me one thing. Readiness is an illusion for life. No one is truly prepared for whatever a day will bring." Lo paused for a moment, a bit surprised by the words she spoke. They were truthful, but sounded weird coming from her.

She sighed. "Sorry, the short answer is no. I am not."

Her hand began to rip a piece off the bead then folded it, scooping some yellow mush onto it. She popped it into her mouth and chewed. A thick and grainy texture, but a strong favor. The padawan rather enjoyed it.

"How are the herbs working? I decided to experiment and alter the herbs, substituting one for another. One that was a bit easier to get around the village."

[Korriban, 6 ATC 5] Trial by Sith

Collaboration Mahree & Dashara

Dash frowned. Her eyes tried to penetrate into the shadows, difficult due to the poor lighting. She inhaled to sooth her frustration as she began to examine the hallway's sides. Clinging to the wall, Dash extended her foot to test for a small ledge. Nothing. The stone had been worn smooth, and she leaned back into the platform's safety.

"That idea is pointless." She muttered under her breath.

Mahree glanced up as her friend tried to look at all their options for crossing the pit. The cave’s ceiling was high enough… perhaps.

“We can try to jump.” Mahree said, looking back at Dash. She figured her friend wouldn’t like this idea very much given Dash’s hesitation with the Force, but it was worth suggesting. Mahree was confident she could do it, and was confident that she could encourage Dash as well; but she didn't want to force her friend.

“You sure?” Dash asked again, now hearing Mahree. Her eyes turned to face her friend and looked her over for any hesitation or hidden worry.

Seeing nothing, the older woman sighed in relief.

“You can go first, I’ll follow. It’s not the first time I’ve jumped across a gap.”

Mahree shrugged and stepped forward, holding the stage in one hand tightly as she glanced down into the pit. The younger girl turned suddenly, using the momentum and throwing the staff across the pit and to the other side.

She took a few steps backward, taking in a deep breath and getting low before pushing off the ground. She ran fast, lowering and pushing off into a jump at the very edge of the pit. She used the Force to strengthen her jump and push her further, allowing her to land one foot on the other side at the very edge. She moved forward, making sure she was safely over before glancing back over to Dash.

"Ready?"

Dash silently stood back. Her attention shifted to follow the girl's rush across the gap and hoped for the best. For the short time she had known Mahree, the girl hadn't shown much athletic or acrobatic talent. The time it took for the younger girl to get across felt like an eternity to her. A dreadful one.

The spell broke when the girl's feet landed safely on the other side. Dash let out a heavy sigh of relief. Her figure bent and her hands found her knees, the lock muscles loosening. It took everything to fight the urge to simply collapse at that moment.

Her head perked up at Mahree's question. A sharp, confident grin spread across her lips.

"This is a piece of cake. Better make room."

Her hips swayed as she moved from the end, giving herself a running start. She flipped about then lowered her arms to the ground, her foot braced against the ground. She inhaled then exhaled. Without warning, her figure bolted forward. When she drew close to the wall, her foot extended, and she tilted her balance.

In a well practiced move, Dashara managed to wall run over the gap. At the last bit, she kicked off and landed on her feet.

"Hopefully all our challenges will be that easy, but I doubt it." She flashed her friend a smirk.

"You just had to show off, didn't you." Mahree teased as Dash landed her run across the wall. She smiled to her friend before kneeling down and picking up the staff she had thrown across.

"They probably won't be… but as long as we take them together, we can make it."

Dash chuckled. “Comes with living in ‘Little Slugland’.”

Her lithe figure moved past her friend and into the chamber beyond. About four pillars surrounded the center with a room to the left and right. So far, no presence appeared to be in sight. This put Dash at ease as she considered which direction to head.

"You learn quickly or you die. I wasn’t going to end up being another dead kid left for the rats on the ramparts. I was going to survive to see somewhere better. “

Her eyes glanced at Mahree to indicate if she had an idea of where to go next.

Mahree hesitantly examined their path ahead. She watched Dash for a moment before the grip on her staff tightened as she started to follow her friend.

Across the gap, something shifted in the pale light and paused. Light reflected off a pair of eyes following the pair before it vanished.

Room 1 to 2

[Ryloth, 6 ATC 6] A Long Year Amongst the Twi'Leks

Week 7, Day 2, Early Morning

Lo smiled and took the bowl from the camp fire. Numerous vegetables and meat floated in a rich, dark broth. Most the food on Ryloth had been stews, mush, or simple meat and bread arrangements. Not that she complained. The cooks were surprisingly good at making whatever they had smell and taste acceptable.

Thanking the young blue skinned Twi’lek, the young bothan made her back to her master’s quarters. She carefully balanced a tray with two bowls of stew, bread, and yellow mush. Her nose twitched with each step, but she managed to keep it steady in her hands. Carefully she navigated through the others waiting in line for their portions.

Her eyes caught sight of her master sitting by the rock pile, deep in mediation. Her head cocked to the side in confusion. Choosing not to question the reason endlessly, she moved closer. She stopped in front of him then set the tray down between them. Her legs folded up to pad her rump from the hard, packed floor.

“You should eat,” Lo stated as she held out a bowl for him, with some bread.

[6 ATC 3] Cartel Wars

A heavy, mirth filled chuckle escaped Cria's lips. His head turned and sized up the new arrival. Already the Zabrak reversed in his mistake, ordering a drink to pacify the woman. It was a good thing too. No successful business person enjoyed a warm body that wasn't a paying customer.

The Exchange representative brought his ale to his lips, half draining the mug. A nice buzz grew at the back of his skull, but not enough to hinder his work ability. Taking the back of his hand, he wiped his beard and lips clean. His blue eyes turned to the alien before he offered a generous piece of advice.

" Usually best to order a drink, no matter how long you're going to be here. Puts credit into their pocket."

Cria slid closer as he continued. "I'm glad you could make it. So, how much did they tell you about the job?"

The blond man expected Daklero to know very little or nothing, but he had been surprised before. He watched the Zabrak then glanced to the door occasionally, waiting for the smugglers to arrive.

[6 ATC 3] Cartel Wars

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[Ryloth, 6 ATC 6] A Long Year Amongst the Twi'Leks

Week 7, Day 1, Late Evening

"No disrespect Master, but I disagree." Lo's face turned to face her master. A familiar hardness etched into her muzzle and eyes. She let her frustration yield to her determination as she leaned her back against the table. In her hands, the mortar and grind already had been turning the herbs into a paste.

"I might not be able to heal it, but I can give you a painkiller. I do this for a few good reasons." Her voice remained firm and resisting her master's protest. She shifted the grind into the bowl as she lifted her fingers and counted the reasons.

"First," her first finger lifted.

"If anyone sees you in that condition, it will affect the Twi'lek's faith in you. Especially since it's a persisting injury that they knew nothing about until now. While Sar and a few others understand, others will not."

She lifted her second finger.

"I need to be able to focus. Through our link, I get faint sensations and those are distracting. This is to give us time to teach me how to block it out."

Lo inhaled, revealing her last and final reason.

"Finally, before you deny the painkiller with the excuse that others need it... I'm only using local herbs. Ones we can easily replenish and have plenty in stock. I also need the practice to familiarize myself with how they work and strength. You're going to help with that."

Once more, the padawan inhaled.

"Now, stop being unreasonable. Else, I will show you exactly how H'Ratth healers tend to stubborn patients." Lo appeared to prepare herself to deal with additional issues as she looked at her master.

Dominik listened to his Padawan’s words as she spoke, giving him no time to interject with an argument as she countered every single one he was preparing to throw at her. By the end of it, Dominik was obviously peeved at his Padawan’s ability to argue with him at that moment, but he also admired her determination and stubbornness.

He pulled back a glare that had formed; she knew how to argue and how to do it well. The older Jedi huffed in frustration before his eyes closed as he accepted his defeat. He shifted his legs slightly as he felt the sharp pain threatening to dig deeper into his hip.

“You’ve learned well.” He muttered in defeat, wincing at the pain he felt but attempting to distract his mind by talking to his Padawn.
“Well, I have spent about two months with you. If I haven’t learned anything during that time, I consider myself a terrible padawan.” Lo stated bluntly as she finished grinding the herbs then shaking the paste into a cup. She passed it to him.

“It needs to be digested. Beware, the herbs are bitter. I suggest taking some water with them to ease the taste.” After she passed it off, Lo looked to her master.

“We need to get you off the floor before the chill makes it worse.”

Dominik reached out slowly, accepting the cup from his Padawan. He brought it to his nose, smelling its bitter scent before pulling it to his lips. Closing his eyes, he sat up slightly, using his other arm to hold him up before he threw his head back, swallowing the paste in one go. He could help the face he made moments later before he coughed a couple times, swallowing in an attempt to get the taste to disappear faster. He held the cup back out towards Lo, allowing her to take it before that arm returned to help prop his body to fully.

Without waiting for Lo's help, he slowly turned his body so that he was in a sort of kneeling position, gathering his strength before he slowly started to help himself stand.

Lo stood there, watching her master swallow the herbs. She reached for the bowl then quickly turned away. Not seeing the pain or struggle helped her to squash down the urge to help him. His pride and stubbornness would fight her on that.

"So how do you feel? Are the herbs dealing with the pain at least? Don't lie because I'll know." Her voice retained a firm, but softer tone this time.

Dominik slowly found his footing as he stood, keeping most of the weight off of his sore hip, though he could tell the herb paste was already working. He winced as he felt a dull pain surge from his hip and down his leg, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as it had been before. He looked to a nearby crude wooden table, one hand reaching out towards it. On it, his lightsaber and wooden walking stick started to tremble. He pulled both of them quickly towards him, both landing in either hand. Dominik mounted the lightsaber on his waistbelt while the other hand took the walking stick firmly and held it down next to his right leg. The walking stick came up to his waist, a finely made cane of carved wood and leather. Dominik adjusted his clothing on his form, noting how they were starting to wear, before looking over towards his Padawan.

“Come Lo…” He said, pausing and showing his Padawan a weak but confident smile, “we should try to find out what happened, and see if Sar needs any help.”

“Lead the way.” She snatched her own lightsaber and quickly followed him out of the hut.

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[6 ATC 3] Cartel Wars

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