Mistiel

Camp Castaway

That's good to know! :) I have literally had a thread GM who MADE you describe the clothing you were wearing, or else had everybody else treat you as if you were completely nude. I'm used to super-realism (which isn't saying I like it).

Camp Castaway

As Lin reached for a proper tray, the door to the outside opened once more and a cloudlike thing swirled in. Lin dropped the empty tray, startled, putting her half-covered fists up by her face in a defensive posture. She didn't relax her guard one bit even as the cloud was followed by a teenage guy who was hurriedly chasing the cloud. Lin sprang backward in surprise as the shadowy cloud coalesced into a squat, vaguely human-like shape with a smoky tail. The shape reached for a tray and Lin's mouth opened in a perfect "O".

Her brain almost didn't register the newcomer greeting Ivy and Kyle. When he turned to her, her brain blanked. ""You either must be new here or I didn't see you at all at the activities yesterday, regardless. The name's James, nice to meet you. And that's Neric, he's my Void." Lin nodded at him absently, still eyeing the...was that a monkey?...as it filled a plate like any human might. Finding her voice, "Is...is he from...he's not from around here, is he? Where...." she began. Recovering some of her composure, her voice abruptly resumed its normal cadence. "So uhh...Lord Neric, mind telling me where you're from? And maybe how many OTHER worlds there are apart from yours? Do I have to worry about being abducted?" She didn't realize how fast she was talking, though by Ivy's standards, she was probably still very understandable.

She slowly shook her head, tangly blond mane rippling as she did so. Picking up her tray from the floor, she tried to sedately load it with bacon, scrambled eggs, and three medium-sized pancakes. Her hand reached for a fork and she realized that her hand was actually shaking. Huh, Earth is not alone, the thought had been fluttering at the edge of her consciousness ever since she'd heard the boy's, what was his name, James's? cool explanation.

Her tray full, she turned back to James, still visibly shaken. Putting a smile on, "Sorry Jay....mes?" said she. She'd been about to leave it at "Jay" before her subconsciousness reminded her not to make up nicknames for people. Brushing a lock of her mane behind one ear, "That's an interesting power you have there! He doesn't...possess people, does he? Sorry, I've never met anyone else with powers before who wasnn't fictional and written inside a Marvel comic." The full-bodied laugh didn't do nearly enough to hide her nervousness.

Camp Castaway

Yes, @KatherinWinter Lin did consume the entire regular-sized muffin in three bites. She has a voracious appetite. I should've remembered to include that in her bio. :P

EDIT: Is it good etiquette if I write "Lin picked up a muffin" as "Lin attempted to pick up a muffin"? I mean, in case you -as the GM- wanted to have her choke or drop it or something? Technically what I did was a godmod of an inanimate object that may or may not exist. I just want to make sure what I wrote and how I wrote it was OK by your GM standards. (Your "A frustrated GM" bit makes me wonder what your pet peeves are and if writing something like eating a muffin with 100% chance of completion is one of them. ;/ )

Camp Castaway

As soon as the new boy entered the picture, Lin felt her hand begin to heat up from where it rested on Ivy's shoulder. Not wanting to feel like the other girl had scared her off, Lin gently extricated the offended limb, silently massaging her slightly burnt fingertips afterward. "Well," she ventured a bit more carefully. "I know your name's not Speedy, Ivy. My bad! I like to make nicknames for people. You know, Ivy, the plant you're named after has some varieties that grow about as fast as you move. You'd make a small fortune using your fire to kill off kudzu in the southern states. It's a vine that twists, almost "bounces" around people and never backs down an inch." The grin on her face kept growing as she said this, the laughter getting harder to repress.

Spying the buffet table across the hall that Ivy mentioned, Lin swaggered over to it, suavely taking advantage of the distraction. She removed the fingertip covers of her black gloves so that she could properly grab hold of things and gingerly plucked up a muffin, got a firm grip, and bit into it. "Ooooh! Banana and macadamia nut! I LOVE this muffin!" Her mouth was full of food, but Lin was used to talking with her mouth full so "Banana" and "LOVE this muffin" were guaranteed crystal clear. She swallowed and slowly readdressed the duo she'd left behind. "Ahh don't worry about it, bro! Ivy's just got a fire in her belly is all! That part doesn't matter. She should look at the stars for example."

Lin took another bite of muffin, so her next words were slightly harder to hear but still doable. "Stars are just big balls of fire. Ivy needs to think of herself like a shooting star: bright and fiery, but constantly moving in one direction toward her short-term goal." Her throat bobbed as another glob of muffin joined the second on its way down her gullet. "Dang I think I'm gonna like it here!" she sighed, satisfied, and picked up a napkin from the table to dab at a couple of crumbs here and there.

Camp Castaway

S-s-s-scary! *whimpers*

Hey Bloody Mary! How're you doing today? I hope you enjoy our thread Bloody Mary! Your power is definitely unique, Bloody M....phew that was a close one! :/

Star Wars: Shadow Covenant

Being that I love the Star Wars Combine and have read most of the extended universe books (RIP), I feel like this thread is going to be my new home provided it gets off the ground. The plot and the timeframe are about the same as Outbound Flight's departure, yes?

Star Wars: Shadow Covenant

Menn Lutaro

"I am one with the Force and the Force is with me." - Menn "Menlo" Lutaro

character name

-Basic Data-

Full Name: Menn Grax Lutaro
Homeworld: Iridonia
Born: 87 BBY (age 36)

-Physical Information-

Species: Zabrak
Gender: Male
Physical Features: He is 6'4" with a slim physique and average musculature. No particular distinguishing markings to speak of except on his face, which mark the Iridonian clan he was born into before being given over to the Order as an infant.
Cybernetics & Injuries: He has a cybernetic right hand after an accident where he rescued a small child who had climbed inside a bulk freighter's thruster nozzle. The child was unharmed, but the thruster nozzle's firing seared off most of Menn's right arm at the elbow. He was exactly 30 when this happened.

-Jedi Temple Records-

Role in the Jedi Order: Jedi Master
Padawan: Sia Awen
Mastered Force Abilities: Force Protect, Force Heal
Skills & Abilities: Basic slicing, intermediate medical treatment, and an uncanny aptitude for quick astronavigation (blind hyperspace jumps, finding things like jettisoned fighter pilot couches that have been neutralized by ion cannon and are floating dead in black space, et cetera.)
Combat Style: Menn is a Jedi Consular, meaning he focuses more on the use of the Force in combat as opposed to a skill-based Sentinel or a physically-oriented Guardian. He has mastered the lightsaber form of Soresu, which compensates for his lack of Guardian-focused physical prowess, allowing him to defend almost indefinitely while focusing on assisting his allies with the Force. Normally someone of such an impressive physique would be seen using one of the more powerful stances like Juyo, Shii-cho or Djem So, but not Menn. His philosophy is a good defense creates opportunities for a good offense.
Lightsaber: Menn's saber hilt is bone-white, carved out of a bantha tusk he bought while on Coruscant at the Jedi Academy. The saber color is most definitely green, as befitting a Consular (although the saber color can vary if the lightsaber's components are unorthodox).

-Personality Details-

Menn has near infinite patience. He is accustomed to long periods of waiting. Impulsive acts, especially ones that can lead to undue violence (especially loss of life) are about the only way to get any kind of rebuke out of him, let alone an actual rise out of him. Aside from being slow to anger, Menn has a jaded sense of humor well beyond his only thirty-odd years. He enjoys the occasional practical joke so long as it doesn't interfere with a mission, exercise cruelty, or leave someone open to fear.

He is the epitome of the strong, silent type. If something needs to be said, he prefers to be reactive as opposed to proactive. In fact, he is so reactive that he is prone to indecision. This could hurt him some day if he ever hesitates for too long on the field of battle.

-Biographical Information-

Being that Menn is one of those Jedi that were taken from their homeworld at infancy, there's not much to be said about his (Menn's) childhood. When he was nearly one-year-old, a passing Jedi Master by the name of Xila Neru, a female Zeltron, sensed the raw midi-chlorians within the young Zabrak and strove to contact his parents and ask permission to test the child. Upon that test reaching a positive conclusion, and after the experienced Xila had finished her diplomatic mission on Iridonia, she returned to the parents' home and explained to them what their child being Force sensitive could mean. In the end, Menn's parents reluctantly gave their child up to Xila who returned, baby Menn in her arms, to the Jedi Order.

Though she did not raise him directly, Xila followed Menn's progress within the Temple very closely between missions. It turned out that Menn's patience and kindness towards others struck a chord within Xila, who happened to be more of a firebrand. When Menn turned thirteen, the Council gave permission to release Venn into Xila's custody as her Padawan learner. This meant that Venn would remain at the Temple, but under instruction directly from Xila herself.

One difficulty in their training made itself clear early. Xila's chosen Ataru and Shii-cho lightsaber styles were not a good fit at all for young Menn. One day Xila spied Menn haggling with a Coruscanti merchant over the price of a bantha tusk. The way he argued his point so defensively while still remaining receptive to the concerns of the other struck Xila as a characteristic of the Soresu form: defense above all. Upon Menn's return to the Temple, Xila began instructing the young Zabrak in the ways of the Soresu form. Within a mere half an hour, Menn managed to master blaster bolt deflection from as many as seven drones. Master Neru could only stand off to the side and gape, though she quickly shut her mouth when Menn noticed. "I think....we found your style, my apprentice!" she exclaimed enthusiastically, grinning. "Don't be so excited, Master," Venn mused sagely. "I'm only thirteen and haven't grown into my adult body yet. I have a long way to go." It was then Xila realized just how special her Padawan was.

Three years of constant training later, Xila was officially awarded the title of Jedi Master and her apprentice received an actual Padawan braid; which of course he accepted with grace beyond his years while Xila was beaming ear-to-ear and could barely contain herself. The newly minted duo went on many a mission together; some successful and some ended so embarrassingly that neither Xila nor Menn wanted to speak of them again. Ever since his sixteenth birthday, Menn had constructed his first - and only - lightsaber, using the very same bantha tusk he'd haggled for three years ago as the hilt.

On one of those missions that turned out to be equal parts embarrassing and instructive, the duo had joined up with another Master/Padawan team and were the first in a long line of Jedi teams hoping to put an end to the endless civil war on Melida/Daan. Menn and Xila both got most of their clothes scorched off by a plasma grenade while the other Master/Padawan team could only look on in bemused horror. This taught the budding duo the important values of patience and humility. Patience because Xila had rushed into a fray without thinking, Menn following her blindly because she had never steered him wrong. Humility because no one is perfect, not even a Jedi. After Xila Neru's untimely death to save Menn's life in the ruins of Malachor III, this would remain as one of his fondest memories of his old master....though not because he witnessed a naked female Zeltron who was quite physically exquisite as was the norm for her race.

When Master Xila died via an ancient Sith poison trap, young Menn was not so young anymore, having grown up to be a fine twenty-four-year-old. He had been granted permission three years prior to cut off his Padawan braid, but he had refused, claiming that his bond with his Master overrode the need to be rid of a symbol of inferiority. The Council didn't bother to admonish Menn that padawans were no more inferior to their masters than vice versa. Menn had already demonstrated through his actions and words that being a Master was in itself a teaching experience. Words that caught Xila off guard yet again by the sage wisdom that seemed to pour from her apprentice's mouth on a daily basis.

Anyway, at age 24, upon his escape from the caves of Malachor III, hunted by a long dead Sith Lord Force-imbued spirit, Menn was granted the title of Jedi Knight and, with more than a few silent tears from Menn himself, his Padawan braid was ceremonially severed. He kept the braid with him at all times up until present day as a reminder of whom he had served for so long. For the next twelve years, Menn went on missions throughout the Jedi Order, always paying special attention to long, drawn out missions that required him to place his grief for Xila aside. Grief leads to anger, anger leads to hate, hate leads to suffering. Well Menn was done being a slave to suffering. Instead he vowed to help end the suffering of others wherever he encountered it.

So it is written that Menn became one of the most decorated Jedi Knights in their thousand-strong corps of veterans. Yet he remained humble and kind through it all. Material gains and comfort meant nothing to him. At age thirty-six, there were rumors about Menn being the youngest person ever to be named to the Jedi Council after one Master of Yoda's species passed away. In an effort to distance himself from all the attention, Menn accepted an offer from Jedi Master Sa Tomar to come along with a group of younger Jedi Knights and apprentices on a secret mission to investigate the Hutt Cartel's most recent bundle of shady dealings. Another venerated, older apprentice about to be Knighted, Mace Windu, served as even more incentive to lure Menn away from the rumors beckoning him back to a more administrative role in the Order on Coruscant. For the first time in his life, Menn discovered that he had been craving action....and craving excitement was a road to the dark side. This thought planted a miniscule seed of fear in Menn's secret heart of hearts. Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate, hate leads to the dark side.....

-Padawan Story-

In regards to Menn's Padawan, he was wandering the streets of Ord Mantell post-mission one day and happened upon her rather by accident. The young human female attempted to pickpocket Menn's lightsaber. She did it so skillfully in fact that had Menn not had the Force, he would have been hard-pressed to even feel a rush of air. He gazed into the human girl's eyes, taking her measure. "What is your name, young one?" he asked, a bemused smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He didn't know why he was calling her "young one" being that he wasn't even thirty-five, but decided to roll with it.

He soon after learned her name was Sia Awen, though on the first attempt, she'd slyly tried to give him a fake name, not knowing how easy it was for a Jedi to detect falsehood. It occurred to Menn as he was taking the girl's measure that she had a strong affinity for the Force. In further conversation, she did seem rather brash and quick to anger about some things. Another downside was that she was far too old for conventional training. Despite all the negative thoughts telling him not to, Menn Lutaro made perhaps his first "rash" decision as a Jedi Knight. "Say, Sia, how would you like to become a Jedi Knight?" he posed the question after about two minutes of Menn gently reprimanding her for thievery and then eight more minutes of idle chatter.

Sia's reaction to this was hard to read, but she gave a generic affirmative. With that out of the way, Menn invited her onto his Ambassador-class shuttle for a proper midi-chlorian test. When the result was positive, the two set forth from Ord Mantell to Coruscant. The next four years Menn personally trained his new apprentice with the grudging assistance of the Temple masters here and there. Master Yoda in particular was not fond of Menn's decision to take on Sia as his apprentice. "Strong in the Force this girl is. Too old to learn new tricks, some aak dogs are, hm?" Yoda had followed up the jibe by jabbing his gimer stick into Menn's shin, causing the newly minted Master to grimace. "Hope you know what you're doing, I do. Grave consequences for us all, if not." Then the ancient Master had turned away and offered no further advice to either of them during Sia's training.

On the topic of Sia's training, it turned out she was a natural Jedi Sentinel what with her natural non-Force-based abilities in addition to being a Jedi. Menn initially tried to train her in his own favored lightsaber form of Soresu, but it turned out young Sia chose (pick one) instead befitting her (reasons here).

Witty introduction

You have the same breed of dog as this guy. Holy moley! O,o

youtube.com/channel/UCGLTvOqJOcbIwBtX0..

Camp Castaway

After a minute or so of slinging her backpack down on to the floor, and with one hand grabbing a band-aid out of it, Lin Yang roughly extricated the offending sliver of wood from the pad of her foot and slapped the medicated bandage over the spot. Sighing with relief, she was just about to put her foot back down when she was confronted by a blur that seemed to circle her and spout words.

Lin smirked. This person has got to lay off the Red Bull, she thought. When the speedy, bouncing girl seemed to take a pause for a quick breath, Lin seized her chance to try to get a word in edgewise. "Hey speedy, my name's Lin! You can control fire, huh? I'm new to this camp. Why don't you show me where breakfast is so we can both get our hot little hands on some grub, yeah?" She remembered reading somewhere that when dealing with hyperactive children, it was always best to keep your responses under thirty seconds. With this Ivy girl, it seemed like that rule needed to be cut in half.

The older girl tried to put an arm around Ivy's shoulder, all friendly-like, hoping to help her focus. "As for my power, I don't think I can explain it without some food in my belly. I don't even fully understand it, haha!"

L4 One 1x1 Partner

Seeing as I seem to have joined my one chosen group RP while it's on a bit of a slow note, I feel like dabbling in the 1x1 department. Hopefully, this makes it so I have something to reply to each time I login (I aim to login like thrice a day, once in the morning and twice in the evenings for longer periods). My timezone is Pacific Standard.

I am a part of the following fandoms: Throne of Glass, Seven Realms, Eragon, Chronicles of Nick, Terri Blackstock's Restoration series, and anything mythology + modern related (ty Rick Riordan). I mainly like medieval, modern, and space-age sci-fi in that order. Above, I've tagged everything I'm willing to participate in. Romance is untagged, but if it makes sense for the storyline, I am not my character so I can't make that choice for them. Just nothing beyond basic snogging please. The overlying point is that I'm flexible in regards to what your preferred universe is.

Anywho, in regards to that, I am willing to RP either gender, no preference. I've never roleplayed any of these diverse sexual tendenncies, so I'm just going to have any charrie of mine stick to basic hetero. Feel free to be as diverse as you want though. I am one walking, talking safe space! :)

That's another thing....if I ramble on too much, just let me know. I'm a VERY chatty, spur-of-the-moment person and that more often than not slips into my roleplay. If you want me to STFU, then your wish is my command.