Technical data
Name: Cerria Kinall
Species: Human
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Faction: Jedi Order
Rank: Padawan
Master: Jaa Iblik
Former master(s): None
Time/location of capture: The Jedi temple on Coruscant, during the Sacking
Concerning You
As a prisoner, your wardrobe is limited. When you were captured, how do you look and what clothes do you have on now?
You got captured. Did you make any mistakes that led to this, or were others at fault?
I would blame myself for getting myself captured. Shiri did tell me to run and I knew I should have listened, but I couldn't bring myself to obey, so I didn't run away.
The Force is your ally. How do you use it?
Mind tricks-She will only use it when bluffing doesn’t work
Force Healing -This is her strongest force power
Telekinesis`She is weak in this force power, but she can be very creative with this skill.
Force Sense (basic)
Tutaminis (basic)-She was in the process of learning this skill
Having the Force did not keep you safe. What other skills can help you escape?
She is very familiar with the wild, so she knows the basics of surviving in the wild, if need be.
She can cook but her cooking skill is just barely above average
What was your life like before you got captured? Which major events shaped your life?
‘My life before I was captured? Well I can remember much, not even my mom. I heard before I left that she died giving birth to me and that my grandmother took me in until she also died, the age I cannot seem to remember, maybe I was three when she died. I remember wandering around my place with no food or water, I think I would have died as well if it weren’t for a town doctor that found me lying motionless on the ground, black edging my vision, I think. I remember being picked up and then… darkness. I remembered waking up feeling warm and not as weak, the doctor was standing beside me holding my tiny hand in his large, strong hand. I don’t recall what he said to me, but I know after that I began to live with him and became a little helper.
Some would think a slave right? But I wasn’t a slave, He didn't force me to help, I just chose to help. I would help get people settled in if he was too busy with another to do so. You could say that living with the doctor, I learned some things. I learned what needles did and why they were used, though the doctor didn’t allow me to touch at all and made sure they were in a high enough place where I couldn’t get my hands on them. It was around the age of four when I witnessed what death was, at the age of three I didn’t truly understand the concept. I remember that night. The doctor usually came in and sang a lullaby for me, but that night he didn’t like he usually did, so I got out of the bed and went to find him. I saw movement in one of the rooms used for the people and I slowly opened the door. The guy was laying on the bed, red soaking him everywhere from what I could see, a sight that would give me the shivers to think about. The doctor was just standing there, an odd look in his eyes as I later would learn was guilt. I watched as the guy slowly stopped moving and breathing, just like my grandmother. I was caught spying by the doctor, but instead of yelling like he usually did when he would caught me that look deeper on his aging face. I recall asking ‘Why isn't that man moving?’ and I recalled tons of tears coming down his face like a river as he pulled me close, his tears soaking my shoulder. He explained to me, ‘The man is dead sweetie, Death came and took him away.’ From those simple words, I figured out death, even at my age.
I was never really the same, some of my innocence lost because of that night, but I was like any normal kid who always wanted to play or eat things that they weren’t suppose to. I remember always getting scolded for sneaking into the cookie jar before dinner was done or running away when it was time for a bath. But unlike most kinds, I learned simple quicker in a way, I didn’t know how and neither could the doctor, so he pegged me for maybe a prodigy. I remembered accepting the answer until I hit the age of 6 when the Jedi found me.
It was a couple weeks after my 6th birthday, I was roaming around like usual in the meadow areas that were surrounding the town when I saw smoke rising in the distance not far from my location. Curious, I began to walk towards it when I arrived at what looked like a crash site. I ran towards it and saw a male inside the ship, looking like he was badly injured. Since I learned to carry some medical stuff that was used for basic injuries, I tried to get the door
open.It took me a while to find a way to open it, but my eyes got on the emergency release latch and I pulled it making the door open. I took my bandages out and began to work on the minor injuries.
I recall it took a couple hours and by the time I was done, my bandages were done. I couldn’t move him nor could I risk leaving him to go get the doctor, so I decided to stay with him until morning came. It was a very long night and it was very lonely as the man was still out cold. I felt an emotion hit me when morning came, which I learned was relief, and I knew that the doctor would come looking for me. I got outside and looked on the outside of the ship wondering if it was still smoking. It was, but not as strongly as it was before, but it was enough it seemed. Not even an hour after dawn, I saw the doctor and some of the towns people coming towards us. I ran to the doctor and hugged him as the town people ran towards the ship.
The man was soon taken to my home and I didn’t see the guy for several hours. I was sitting in my room just playing with my toys when the doctor came in with a smile on his aging lips. I was told that the male woke up and wanted to see the one who found him. I placed all all my toys back where they belonged before following the doctor to the room where I watched the male being taken.
It turned out that the male was a Jedi and I knew what a Jedi was. I was a bit shy at first meeting him, I could feel something pulling at me, but it wasn't a bad feeling. It felt like an urging feeling and I felt it every time I went into the Jedi’s room to keep him company.
After like a month he healed up quite a bit and it was like one of the days he was better when he walked up to me and he told me that I had something called “The Force” and also said he could teach me some of the things I could do with. I agreed and he began to teach me. Given his issue at the time, he couldn’t teach me much at the time like he could at the Temple. He began to teach me some of the basics he could teach me. At first I didn’t understand what he meant by “The Force” until a month later when I was practicing and I somehow managed to lift up small rock without touching it. I was surprised to say the least and when I was able to move it a little bit away before dropping, I began to understand a little. The jedi man seemed to look at me with approval and we went back to the doctor’s home.
The next day, a month after he was healed up, a ship came to our planet and two other guys came out. I figured they were looking for him when they walked up to the doctor’s home. They looked at me when they saw me and there was something in their eyes for a second before it vanished. I watched as the doctor took them to the jedi’s room and I didn’t see them for hours. Later that night the jedi and the two men walked up to me after dinner and I was told when they left tomorrow, I would have to go with them so I could learn more about “The Force.” The saw the doctor in the background, he had a sad look on his aging face, but he also had that looked in his eye, a knowing look that I needed to go. I don’t remember much of that night but I remember it was a tearful one. He had given me some of his things to remember him by like the flute that always helped me sleep when I first started to live with him and a medical kit that was a right of passage from him. I thanked him for everything he did for me and the gifts.The next day after breakfast, we went to the ship and with one last goodbye to the doctor.I left my home planet...never to go back.
I remember my heart was pumping as I got aboard that ship, but I didn’t look back either. At a young age I was fascinated about space and the stars. I could feel the excitement that I was actually going out into space, I would be up close with the stars. I sat on the ship near a window and waved goodbye to the doctor that was still standing outside my former home. Before I knew it though, I was looking at my home planet from the outside. “Wow” I remembered saying and the three jedi were watching with me some amusement.
I don’t know how long I was on that ship when we arrived at H'Ratth. It was definitely what they described it as a jungle area that had cities and farms. It was not much different than my home, but my home planet didn’t have such big jungles. I clenched the gifts the doctor gave me in my excitement. I remembered being asked a lot of questions upon my arrival, but I won’t go into detail about the questions.
My training began instantly the second I got there. I was placed in basic medical classes where I excelled at, but I didn’t mind this of course because I always loved learning the things I knew. A perfect way to remember it better. I started off doing everything at once from medical training all the way to the basic subjects like reading, writing, Galactic basic, and math. Don’t get me started with math. I remember there was quite a few times I had to be tracked down and dragged to class during my hour of math. Don’t get me wrong I excelled in it, didn’t mean I love it. It's my most abhorred subjects ever. The other thing I didn’t really mind, but didn’t like all that well was my combat training. I had a bit of a struggle with this one since I was never much a fighter in the first place. Luckily it was light and taught me that if I needed to hurt someone, to do it as little as I possibly could.
My most favorite thing I loved learning was meditation and I often went to my teacher, he was really good at teaching it, to get more pointers and how I could do it on my own. After that I started to go out on my own and began to love my quiet times too, when I was finally done for the day, I would go out into the jungle and practice my meditation. I would find the nearest waterfall and sit under it for at least a couple hours so I could tune myself to my “Force” powers. I acted like the waterfall was a distraction going on around me, literally, and each time I did it, I got better at it. When I always came back though, my peers would look at me if they saw me and question why I was soaked, but I didn’t care. While I was probably cold and shivering on the outside, on the inside, I could feel my pride boasting and warming me about how I was able to achieve something out of my meditation for those couple hours outside my lessons.
Another thing I was being taught when I wasn’t do that was the Jedi fricken Code. At first I didn’t mind learning it over and over again, but when it gets to the point where every time I close my eyes to sleep at night and I see the code flashing behind my eyelids or me dreaming of the code being repeated over and over again, I think it's safe to say I will remember the code.
At the age of 14, I became a padawan and met my master, Iblik and his other padawan, Shiri. I guess normally, masters and padawan would immediately go out on missions that didn’t have so much death, but my very first mission I ever had was the Sith and Jedi War. I was in the apart the first aid team, so I stuck mostly to the healing areas. I lost count of how many times I was moved from place to place.
That was the one mission I hated the most. Now I don't mind fighting, heck you have to fight just to stay alive day in and day out, but war is different. Being at war left me almost little time to train as a padawan, but it allowed me to get even better at healing. I healed a lot of people, but I had my fair share of failures.
It was hard seeing all the light vanish from the Jedis’ eyes, but in some moments I would hear a voice in the back of my mind, “They aren't suffering anymore. Think of death as freedom.” I may not remember who said that to me, but I kept those words close to me. That's what kept me moving, striving to try harder than I ever had before. That what became my motivation. Sure I would fail, but failure is the key of getting better.
There was times I even had to heal the enemy Sith that were captured during the war, but other than that, I never saw any Sith in actually battle. Sometimes I even had to give them food and some water so they wouldn't starve or dehydrate to death, one though, can't remember his name, but he would always watch me in a way a predator watched its prey before striking. It was creepy and I did my best to stay away. I dreaded going to serve him his meal, but I never let him know what I was thinking or feeling as I did. The strangest thing though, he never said anything to me at all.
After about 8 months, my master pulled me and Shiri from war, so I could start my training and Shiri I guess could finish hers.
The next year and 4 months were rather fast. At first I didn’t know how to feel about missions, so I barely tried to do anything, especially combat missions, but the escorting missions and political missions, I learned to do on my own with a little nudging from my master. I went on so many missions I barely remember the details and some I probably don’t even remember at all.
There was one mission I do remember and the annoyance was. It was a simple escort mission. We were escorting a senator to the neutral worlds so they could negotiations on something, what I don't know. At first it was great and uneventful, until we were half way back to the Senator’s home. Out of nowhere, we were attacked. I was able to spot the person before the attack and I was able to deflect the attack using my light saber. It got rather chaotic quickly as I was told to stay and keep the senator safe while Master and Shiri went after the escaping culprit. The senator was thanking me again and again for saving him as we sat there in hiding waiting for the two to come back.
I lost track of time of how long they were gone, but we were attacked again, by the same person. I don't know how the person evaded a Jedi master and more trained padawan, but they did. I rushed out of the hiding place and fought him myself. I think I even got injured, but with so much going on, I couldn't remember, but I was finally able to disarm him and knock him out.
He was still out when Master and Shiri returned and the look on their faces was priceless. Shiri was shocked, and so was Master, but after a minute, he gave me a proud look for the first time. I was proud too. Not only was I able to stop two assassination attempts, but I was able to fight and capture him too.
I got closer to Shiri as the each mission happened and we found time to mess around, no not in the dirty way, between missions. I don’t know wether master was amused or annoyed at our antics, but I had fun. I was a bit saddened when Shiri left and became a Jedi Knight, but I got to see her every once and a great while so that made me smile, and what made me happy the most I was able to contact her through the Holonet and tell her everything about the mission I was just on or just to catch up in each other’s lives.
During my time at the Temple, I was able to find more time to focus on myself and I basically taught myself Makashi on my own with some pointers from a jedi master, which I am quite proud of and when my master found out about Makashi, he taught me another technique called Soresu, so I had a way of defending myself better on the dreaded combat missions. I thought I would only have to use it on combat missions, but that wasn’t meant to be.
Everything was going so well up at the Temple until the sacking. That day was truly the worse day I could ever go through, seeing everyone getting attacked, captured. I was told to run by Shiri, but I refused and ran back into the chaos going on in the temple and I had arrived to see my master getting killed. Before I knew it, I was captured.
How do you keep yourself calm in captivity? How do you keep your will to escape strong?
I mainly meditate when I can to keep myself calm in dire situations such as this. It's not just my will I keep strong, I do my best to keep the will of the other jedis strong as well as we go through this imprisonment.
How well do you hold up under pressure? Do you have a high pain threshold?
I have a somewhat high pain tolerance due to me sitting under a freezing waterfall for hours on end, but pressure is something I don’t know if I can hold up.
Lightsabers. Though you lost yours, it would be good to know what style(s) you use.
Makashi
Soresu
If I get into a fight, I intend to disarm them as quickly and as painlessly as I possibly can.
Have you encountered other prisoners or Sith in the past?
Shiri-A padawan of the same master and often times went on missions with Shiri and her master.
Talon- She met Talon at Coruscant when they went to the temple before the sacking
Xid-She met him during his short time in the healing areas during her time in the Sith and Jedi war.
Out of Character
How powerful is she in the Force?
She is average in the Force, not particularly strong and not particularly weak.
Has your character encountered members of the Strike Team / Rescuers before?
No
Nobody with any sort of wisdom wants to speak of their flaws. Especially not to their enemies, so what are your character’s flaws?
She doesn’t ask for help
She tends to hide her emotions behind a calm mask
She fears failure
She doesn’t take betrayal from close friends very well
Is your character any good at holding out against torture?
Yes because she is able to hide all emotions she feels on the inside with a calm exterior as a barrier to protect herself. She still suffers on the inside, but she will be damned if she shows it in her eyes.
What is your character’s personality like? What motivates him/her?
What motivates her is that she wants to help anyone in any way she can and this drives her to make sure she doesn’t fail. She doesn’t like to hurt anyone and does anything she can to make sure there is very limited injury to anyone.
She is a person who is a very calm extrovertly, but she is very emotional introvertly.
Do you have any limits as to what is “ok” to happen to your character?
I don’t want to see or read about anyone’s including my character limbs being chopped off or anyone being gutted like a pig.
I am alright with her dying, but as long as it is discussed and planned.
I am not looking for romance for this particular character, but if anyone is interested in having a slight love interest, do message me and we can talk about how it would work in the rp.
Do you want your character to escape?
Yes, doesn’t mean she will.
how easily do you wish to be captured?
She will fight for her life before getting captured
What do you think your character is doing in a few IC months?
I want her to be able to open up more but in a more slow fashion than she would have been taught if her master was still alive and she was still training. I will have her make sure others are safe and secure before attempting to escape, if she does managed to.
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