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“Leave them be, I am your opponent now.”

Astera Nalin

Technical data

Name: Astera Nalin
Species: Zelosian
Age: 46
Gender: Female
Faction: Jedi Rescuer
Rank: Jedi Knight
Master: N/A
Former master(s): A man by the name of Seri White, who died in battle a little less than a decade ago (3662 BBY.)
Homeworld: Zelos II
Trained at: The Jedi Praxeum on Arkania
Spoken Languages: Basic and Zelosian
Written Languages: Just Basic, and that's hard enough.

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.

Face and outfit

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?

Telekinesis - (Master) I have extreme amounts of both strength and control with this skill, as I should as a Sage.

Force Empathy - (Master/Innate) I’m a natural empath, and can pick up other’s emotions with little effort. Almost all my training with this has been in order to control what I sense, and to tune out the emotions that could cause me to loose my own calm or harm me.

Tutaminis - (Specialized Advanced) I don’t wish to harm my opponent any more than necessary, and this skill is perfect for that purpose. I’m able to prevent my strikes from doing any damage at all if I want, and I have a great amount of control over this ability to ensure that. I don't really use this skill to protect myself, only my enemies.

Mind Trick - (Advanced) I am able to defend myself against most mind tricks, and able to trick most anybody if they’re not defending themselves as well. I’ve never really tried to trick another force user before, as I’ve had no reason to try it on Jedi, and with the Sith I’m usually too busy fighting or throwing things around with telekinesis to try it.

Comprehend Speech - (Advanced) I am easily able to grasp and comprehend the meaning of alien words when attempting to communicate with any being I would not normally be able to understand. Use of this skill takes minimal effort and it’s become automatic on my part when encountering anyone I would not normally understand.

Force Sight - (Intermediate) While most younglings are taught to sense what’s around them with the force, I studied this further as a way to compensate for my species’ blindness in the dark. I’m not the best at this, I’ll leave that to the Miraluka, but I’m able to use it just well enough that I can do most anything in the dark that I normally would be able to. Better even, as in the dark I don’t have to worry about dyslexia affecting anything I read. The Force interprets words and images much better than my own mind, it seems.

Force Healing - (Intermediate) I can heal myself or another, but it won’t do much. I can heal mild wounds and take the edge off of worse ones, but any severe wound would take a lot of focus to do anything to, and would most likely need many treatments to completely heal. I have trained with this skill enough to no longer need to meditate in order to use it, but it doesn’t hurt to do so anyway.

Detoxify Poison - (Intermediate) I originally wanted to learn this skill in an attempt to see if I could neutralize the effect that sugar has on me, as other species have been able to do the same with alcohol. It does take the edge off, but I’m a lightweight when it comes to ‘drinking’. Other toxins are much easier to neutralize, and tend to clear my system in about half the time they normally would when I focus.

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:

Serenity Trance - (Master) A brief and highly specialized form of meditation. If I can do this for even just a few seconds mid-battle it will allow me to regain my focus and power.

Center of Being - (Master) Another specialized form of meditation, and a stance used in lightsaber combat. When in such a state, I can almost unconsciously defend from even the most flowing random attacks and feints.

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?

Personality Flaws:

• Astera has a soft spot for all living things, and is perhaps too kind to realize when she needs to stand her ground against the ideas of her comrades, and when she needs to step up.
• While she’ll call out things that would lead to the dark side and stop herself from going that path, she won’t force others to do anything because she wants them to make their own choice rather than have others feel forced to do anything by her.
• She prefers to avoid arguments, no matter if she’s right or not. She’ll follow any order she is given, but in a way that she feels is right with the force.
• Honesty. She doesn’t like to lie and in some cases she may inadvertently hurt others with what she says. This also means that when she does lie it’s very easy to tell she’s lying.
• Impatience and restlessness cause her to become anxious and giddy after long periods of waiting for or worrying about something. She may do something irrational in order to help someone she’s worried about.

Physical flaws:

• She has Dyslexia, which means that while she is not illiterate sometimes she may as well be. It is a good thing that most of her missions don’t require her to read or write anything important.
• Also on the topic of sight, her race is completely blind in darkness.
• Zelosians also have a strange reaction to sugar, where it has the same effect on them as alcohol does on other species.
• She has a cybernetic leg which, while it’s no weaker than her original leg was, is noticeable in how she fights now, and like all cybernetics could be messed with by anyone who tries to do so. Her right leg is the cybernetic one, and she’ll usually stand with that leg forward in whatever stance she takes.

As a non-human, list what traits your character has specifically because of their Species.

Zelosians:
- Are completely blind in the dark
- Have Chlorophyll sap instead of blood
- Due to the Green chlorophyll in the blood they get greener instead of red or brown when exposed to excessive amounts of sunlight
- They look paler than most baseline humans otherwise due to the lack of red pigment, and any veins that are visible are Green.
- At a glance they cannot be told apart from most baseline humans.
- Hair color sticks to natural brown hues, and may change slightly from season to season or due to differing levels of sunlight.
- Can use photosynthesis as well as eat food in order to survive
- So long as they have sunlight and water they do not need to eat food
- Sugar affects them the same way alcohol does other species
- All have Emerald green eyes

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.

*singing*
~Star Wars~

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Micha

Michael Alistair

Character Name:
Mi’isha-cendeha’amenla Amlaas-ite’idmamidrin
Character Alias:
Michael Alistair, Micha (mee-sha)
Speech Color:
(Gold, FFD700)
Character Alignment:
A Villain, as far as I understand.
Identity:
Public. For what it’s worth, I don’t care if you know who I am. It doesn’t affect me in any way.
Age:
21 Earth-years. I was chrono-frozen for 2 earth-years however as the trip from my home planet took a while, so I am technically 23.

Uniform/costume:

Spacesuit/uniform

Pretending to be human (at any time after the intro arc)

Physical Appearance (Normally):
I can shapeshift. How can you even know if this is my true form?

(His true form has piercing, sharp yellow eyes that are set into a thin and strangely delicate-looking face, which in turn is framed by his mid-length dark red hair and the swirling black symbols and tattoos which flow down his neck and back, curling around to his front on his sides (kind of like a tiger’s stripes). Aside from the tattoos his skin is pale and clear, and he also has a streak of yellow hair on the left side of his head. He stands at 5’10” or about 1.8 meters tall, with a weight of 110 lbs or 50 kg. He has a lean, slightly muscular build.)

(When he shapeshifts, it is a near perfect transformation with only 2 flaws. The main symbol in his chain of tattoos, located on his lower back, is always there and visible no matter the form he has shifted into. The second flaw is less obvious but still easy to spot when you know what you’re looking for. He can not completely remove the yellow from his eyes, so from a certain angle or in a certain light his eyes will look just as bright yellow as they normally do, otherwise you might catch flashes of yellow that most would dismiss as a trick of the light.)

Character Personality:
(A stickler for tradition and order, he perfectly understands what is right, wrong and socially acceptable, at least on his own planet. He values honesty, dedication and dignity, and if you were to ask him for help with something (even if you were his enemy) he’d try his best to give clear advice and guidance. He’s a natural leader, using his knowledge and past experiences to guide him, but here on Earth he’s a bit out of his element as his culture is very different from anything we have on Earth. He is strong-willed and patient, and very good at keeping organized. He likes planning things out. Though, strong-willed also means he’s too stubborn sometimes, and he has difficulty expressing himself properly. He’s also extremely judgemental of himself and others and completely obsessed with his social status.)

Likes: (only Earth things are listed)

• Cats - They are obviously the smartest beings indigenous to this planet, they deserve your respect. Also, they’re nice to talk to.
• Coffee - I have no Idea what it is, but this drink is amazing despite it’s seeming lack of any nutritional value at all. Would you pass the cream please?
• Music - We do have a concept like this on my home planet, but it has been outlawed an ill-advised activity to partake in for centuries. I like the diversity of this world, and how it is expressed through your arts, music is unique even in this however. I have never experienced such wondrous noise before coming here.

Dislikes: (again, only Earth stuff)

• Language - There are simply too many languages on this planet, it’s a hassle to learn them all so quickly. It gives me such a headache to choose what to say to correctly make my point. English is especially tricky, many of your everyday words have no direct translation into my own tongue, or simply don’t exist. For example, the words “Hero” and “Villain” seem to keep popping up, these are two that do not exist for us.
• Rhetorical Questions - I do not understand the concept. If I am not supposed to answer, then do not ask.
• Rain - It does not rain on my planet, the water of the world flows entirely underground, the surface is a continuous and dry landmass. I do not dislike water, quite the opposite actually, but it disturbs me that it will fall from the sky at random intervals. It just doesn’t seem right.

Origin Info/Details: (I would rather develop most backstory IC, so this is just how he got to Earth and maybe leading into what happens in his intro arc, not really why or how he got his powers.)

(Split in two for fun. This is if he’s talking to a human.)
I am part of a team of Explorers sent to map out this part of the galaxy for resources. The Gas giants of your solar system just happen to be rich in an element that your culture has no use for yet, or possibly ever. Members of my team are chosen by our “government”, as you would call it. I am the second-in-command and a skilled fighter, tasked with protecting the rest of the crew rather than retrieving shiny rocks from larger space-rocks.
(Talking to a crew-member now)
Don’t let them know we came to ╔╦╩╨╤╥╙═╬╠╧╘╒╓╫╓ ×╫…. They’ll catch on soon enough. I, don’t care what the Genrinam’nodi Jouldigenen said, we’re almost 8 light-years away from his jurisdiction, and with our Cenam-pehtemidno (Captian, Cenam for short) actually bothering to speak with these intelligent monkeys I’m fully in my rights to take command. It is my duty to protect you, and by even landing here the Cenam has basically signed your death warrants. These are a violent and warlike people from what I’ve seen of their backwards-society, and it seems they will not hesitate to kill us despite the obvious fact that they’re mostly drastically inferior to us, in all aspects of existence. What’s that look for, comrade?

Hero Type:
Shapeshifter, Alien, partially-psychic abilities(?)
((little bit of psychicness listed because of TT and related powers, as well as the language thing))
Power Level:
I’m no fool, I know I can’t take on all the world at once, but a city or two should be easy for me to throw into chaos. (city / low world level)
Powers:
Shape-shifting - I can shift into anyone or anything, though depending on the thing the change takes some time. My eyes and tattoos are the only ‘gives’ that I know of, the only ways to tell that it’s me and not the person or animal I may look like. Also, I am not psychic, and therefore do not know things that whoever I have shifted into would know.

Linguistic Assimilation - The ability to instantly learn, speak and understand any language through physical contact with someone who already knows the language. This allows me to speak, write, and understand any language, even an animal’s language. However, just because I can speak it doesn’t mean I completely understand what I am saying. I perceive what I say as being in my own tongue, and anything you say to me is the same way. Many Earth words don’t have direct translations, or any translation at all into my language, so communication is not perfect, but it’s better than nothing.

(For everything related to TT, focus is key. If Micha can’t focus he can’t use these abilities at all.)
Tactile Telekinesis (TT) - I have the ability to utilize a type of personal force field made of telekinetic energy. When in use, my body is completely surrounded by this invisible energy field, protecting me from harm and enhancing my physical abilities such as strength and speed. However this is the most draining of my abilities and the longest I can keep up the full bubble is an hour; also, immense amounts of repetitive physical force can break through the energy field no matter how much stamina I have left.

TT ½ - I can also use TT to manipulate objects that I am in direct contact with (Like another person, a glass of water, or the ground) without needing to form the energy bubble around me. I can also manipulate myself in any way without the bubble formed at all.

Density shifting - I have the ability (as a result of TT) to control my own density and that of any persons or objects I am directly touching, thus giving me the ability to phase through pesky things like walls and bullets.

Flight - Also because of TT, I can Fly (or levitate) by manipulating my own body through the air. This is about as energy draining as running is for humans and so I can’t keep it up forever, and I can’t cary others while flying.

Attributes:

Strength Level:
Equal to that of any average Human, unless the full TT bubble is in use. Then strength is ~5 tons for the time the bubble is intact.
Speed/Reaction Timing Level:
Just high enough to be considered inhuman, unless TT is in use. Then speed is ~3 times as fast as the average human.
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort:
Two hours longer than the average Human.
Agility:
Just high enough to be considered inhuman.
Intelligence:
High Average. I don’t claim to be a genius, but I learn any necessary skills quickly and easily enough.
Fighting Skill:
I am well trained in hand-to-hand and in the use of a variety of melee weapons, both of Earth and not.

Resources:
Average I suppose. I have a hidden but broken spaceship to call home, and can most likely just go get anything I need once I find out I need it. Wait, what is "money"?
Weaknesses: (In 3rd person 'cause he'd never openly tell anybody this stuff)
1: The ‘tells’ for when he’s shifted: yellow not entirely gone from his eyes, and the black tattoo on his back that never goes away or disappears, no matter what form he takes. Also, depending on the form he's shifting into and how different it is from his current form, shifting can take anywhere from a couple seconds to a minute.
2: Tactile Telekinesis (TT) and flight are especially draining abilities for him, and anything relating to TT requires focus in order to use at all.
3: Has a severe physical reaction (like an allergy) to pure Silver or Iron. His skin will burn on contact and blister painfully. Cuts and other wounds made by these metals will take considerably longer to heal.

Supporting Characters:
- Kinam-lala’amno Amlaas-ite’idmamidrin (Sister) - Half sister, thank-you-very-much. Our father broke many rules to keep us both alive, in my opinion it was a wasted effort. She’s not worth the air she breathes.
- Fluffy (First friend on Earth) - A wonderful, kind, and intelligent companion. He tells me he currently lives on the streets, and despite being a cat, seems to have low self-esteem. I blame humans for that, but he seems to like you lot, so when he’s around I’ll consider our disagreements to be put on hold.
- SiEnAm #124 (present only for the intro arc) - It would be said “SEA-124” in English, and I’m not going to tell you what it stands for. This was the group of explorers that I was with when we came to Earth. Our goal was not originally to make contact or diplomatic relations with Earth, but actually to harvest resources from the Gas Giants of this solar system. We didn’t even know there was life here until we reached your solar system and our sensors were in range to pick up your signals.

Do you know how to post pictures on RPG boards?:


Sample Post: (In 3rd person now)

yeah he talks to cats

Some time after the intro arc, but before getting involved in any other arc yet.

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Micha sat on the edge of the roof and looked out at the horizon, broken and blocked by the other tall buildings around him. A soft mew to his left signaled the arrival of Fluffy, the lovely Tabby cat sitting down next to him for a few seconds before beginning to purr.

As always, Micha was surprised at how much simpler yet refined the language of the cats was compared to the mess that humanity preferred to use. The two exchanged their greetings, and then Fluffy began telling him a story, about what his life was like only a year before, as an alley cat on the streets of the city called New Haven. Micha couldn’t understand it, but he felt like he shared much with this being. They way they both grew up, the way they made their own paths…

And now they were friends.

”Fluffy?” Micha purred as his companion’s story came to a halt, ending with the moments just before they first met. ”Would you like to know about my life? The same way you told me of yours?” The response was immediate, and positive. Fluffy lay down as Micha began telling the story in much the same way Fluffy started his.

”Well, my father was an absent figure in my life, much the same as it was for you. He was a wanderer, and a fool. Sometimes I wonder if he’s even alive anymore, and then remember that I don’t care. The same way he didn’t care about me, or my mother.” Micha paused as he tried to pick words that seemed less harsh. ”He was a brilliant man, but had his values out of order. He ended up choosing ‘adventure’ over his obligations to his family or his people.”

He couldn’t think of anything else to say about his father at the moment, the man really was a blank, so he went on to talk about the rest of his family. ”My mother raised me until I was 10, and then she died. I’m not sure how, or exactly why, but I was told that it was for the better. I was taken in by the mother of my younger half-sibling, and she never spoke of either of my parents, but treated me as if I were her own child. My sister and I do not ‘get along’, she’s far too rebellious and independent. People like that don’t live to see adulthood in our society.” He had to pause as a thought came to mind, something he’d heard his sister say before: ”Or so I’d been led to believe.”

There was something about this planet, the people here and how different their society was from the structured paradise he’d grown up in. This place was chaos, a total lack of control over any aspect of daily life, and yet the majority of humans seemed happy like this, even though that same majority most likely doesn’t know what their future holds for them even within the next week.

Fluffy mewed curiously at Micha’s sudden stop, and all he could do was sigh. His mind was suddenly too jumbled to talk of home, and he told Fluffy as much shortly. Strangely, his friend seemed to understand as he uncurled himself and stretched, padding away with a soft goodbye. Micha knew his friend would be back again tomorrow, he always was. Perhaps by then he’d have his own thoughts straightened out.

He stood too as the sun started falling behind the line of buildings to the west, getting his orientation back by that knowledge. What remained of his ship was about an hour's walk north of the city now, he’d hidden it in a cave so no rouge human could stumble upon it and try to take it away. He’d already had to deal with getting some of the pieces back from the government of this ‘country’, he really didn’t want to have to deal with that again. Humans really were chaotic and disorderly, they couldn’t even get along with each other, separating themselves into groups on their own planet. So, how could they ever possibly get along with or understand any alien races?

..::Ascension::.. .2 (High-Casual)

@Rai
My new Character:

Pia and Aemilius

"He calls me a survivor, but I don't really know why."

Name:
Pia Jay Sindile, child of the Dragon Aemilius Kimball.

Age:
10

Blood%:
80% Tyro, 20% Nayu

Gender:
Female

Sex Preference:
Asexual

Height:
4'6"

Weight:
About 65 lbs

Physical appearance:
Age younger than 5: See picture above.

Age 5-12:

Age 13-20:

Age 20-30:

Personality:
Pia is curious and adventurous but also still cautious of the world as a whole. She is energetic and playful, caring and empathetic towards others, and loves to spend time outdoors exploring or inside reading a new book. She will talk to anyone who's friendly enough to chat, though she may not trust so easily. Aemilius likes to compare her to a bird: always ready to take flight.

Faction:
None

Pet:
If you asked her she'd say Aemilius, but not really.
She gets along well with the little draconic creatures she's met, but none of them stick around for very long. Neither she nor Aemilius have any real desire to keep a pet.

Exp:
In terms of school subjects:
Aemilius taught her to read and write, and has started trying to teach her more complex things like maths and magic, but so far Pia seems to be a bookworm determined to read all she can, and avoids doing that which she finds difficult (magic) or that which she simply dislikes (math). From books she's read she has various knowledge of the world around her, such as geography and facts about the plants and animals of different areas she's read about, or the histories of any of these areas as well. Aemilius doesn't like talking about the past with her, but does encourage her curiosity and supplies her with whatever books he's can on subjects she asks about. Aemilius' lair may not be a great library, but his book collection is fair.

In terms of magical ability and use of powers:
Aside from the two spells Aemilius has managed to teach her, Pia has had trouble keeping her soul's power under control. She can use each of her abilities granted to her by her blood, but the skill and consistency of which she uses them is highly erratic. The only one she has entirely under control is her night vision, which is passive in the first place.

In terms of fighting ability:
Considering the fact that Pia is a little girl, she's not going to do very well in a fight. Not to mention that Aemilius doesn't want to train her in any weapons (more due to the fact that he's a pacifist than anything) but also because he wouldn't know how to train her either. He himself only ever learned unarmed defensive techniques, and that was in his Dragon form. Pia carries a small sword but doesn't know how to use it past "swish swish stab".

Spells:
Rex Chronos - This spell's name means "King of Time" -which fits what it does quite well. Pia can alter time around herself in a very specific way: She can make herself appear however old she wishes, by aging and de-aging herself along her current timeline. The effect only lasts for a day at most, and she needs a day of rest before she can do it again. Returning to her normal age is not a part of the spell and takes no energy to do- she will automatically revert to normal if she falls unconscious or dies while the spell was in effect.

The "current timeline" part is what trips most people up when she tries to explain it. Choices she makes and events that happen will affect her current and older self in different ways;

For example if she were to be cut right now, and then age herself up a few years, she would have a scar where the cut was because that aged-up version's timeline is a direct continuation of her current self; but if she'd aged herself up a few minutes ago she wouldn't have a scar because the cut didn't happen in that aged-up version's timeline. If she were to age up before the cut happened and then age down to her true age, the cut wouldn't be there anymore and wouldn't show up later either because she's not in the same timeline as the aged-up version of herself that got cut.

The age-down part is less confusing, because timelines are more solid in that direction. If Pia was cut and aged down, the cut would vanish until she returned to her true age, when it would then re-appear because it happened in her timeline before the point she's returning to. If Pia was aged down and got cut before returning to her true age, there would be a scar where the cut was because Pia's past is always a part of her current timeline.

If Pia is killed, she automatically reverts to her true age, and the death is irreversible no matter if she was aged up or down from her true age when the killing blow was dealt.

Majestatis - This spell's name means "Majesty" -which has nothing to do with what it does. It is a spell that sets things on fire randomly (Because Pia can't control it all that well yet). Pia has even set herself ablaze with it before. Luckily, they are normal flames that can be put out with water or controlled by anyone with the ability to control flames.

Abilities/Powers:

• Thermal energy manipulation & Conjuration
• Fire manipulation
• Adrenaline boost
• Heat detection
• Fire breath
• Heat resistance
• Hot blood
• Night vision
• She's cold blooded and requires warmth - extreme cold is her bane. Cold damages her stamina and could potentially lock up her muscles. Eventually, after long exposure the cold will force her to sleep.
• Her body can turn hot and overheat quickly - too much activity can cause her to go into a paralyses from exertion.

Weapons:
An old sword given to her by Aemilius, the Mírage Blade which used to belong to him before the Dragon wars. It changes shape depending on the person who wields it, becoming a mirror of their personality. Otherwise it's just another, normal sword. Swish swish stab!

History:

Aemilius Kimball

_{Aemilius is Pia's adoptive father. He's an NPC, but plays an important role in Pia's life and story.
His history is a part of hers.}

Aemilius is ancient, older than pretty much every other dragon we've met so far. As a Dragon God he represented Family and Faithfulness, but once the Dragon war broke out he left the world to its own devices- preferring not to pick a side due to his pacifist nature. He went into the mountains of northern Gaia and has remained there ever since.

He didn't avoid people or panic when anyone came to find him: he likes visitors. In fact, there was a town in his territory where the people from there come to visit him regularly. They talked to him about the past, debated with him over all sorts of things, asked his opinion for help making decisions, and generally just spent time with him. He's not sure why this town never just forgot about him, but he didn't exactly mind that they hadn't.

One day though, about 7 years ago, the people stopped visiting him for a time. For a month, his life was quiet, and he soon realized that he was getting lonely. He normally didn't go to the town himself, but after so long without a peep from them he began to worry.

The town was empty when he got there. No one remained- at least, no one living did. Even the livestock had all been killed. The town looked as if everyone had just dropped what they were doing and went out into the street. There were no bodies in the homes, only out in the fields and road, but there were meals on tables and fireplaces ready to be lit as Aemilius investigated.

On the third day after his discovery of the slaughter, he realized another strange thing: Only the men and women of the village were there. There wasn't a single child's body anywhere to be seen. It didn't register for him at first because he never had any children come visit him, but in a village like this there should have been a few at least, right? He later found some tracks at the far edge of town that led into the forest: a small hoard of tiny people (children, he now realized) being led by two pairs of adult footprints. He followed the trail as far as he could, until it faded away on the rocky soil, and started trying to track them by scent from there. Not too much later, he met Pia.

There were no other people nearby, not even the scent of anyone else was left anymore. Pia was alone, standing on a fallen tree until she saw him and fell off in shock. He had forgotten before he approached that he might be frightening to children like her. She was okay, and stood back up a moment later to peer at him from over the side of the tree. Intent on not scaring her again, Aemilius lay down on the ground where he was, far enough away from her that hopefully she wouldn't be uncomfortable as he watched her. Her curiosity seemed to win out over any fear she may have had though, because a few seconds later she was walking up to him.

She was very young, and when he asked her what her name was, she didn't say anything. Later, she'd tell him that it was "sweetheart", but that was just what her parents had called her so often that she didn't know her own name. Aemilius transformed into his humanoid form and got her to follow him back to the village, until he realised that with no one else there except for bodies, that would be a very bad place for the child. So, instead he took her up the mountain to his lair, and from that point on he's been caring for her as if she was his own child.

He named her Pia Jay Sindile, but calls her "Piaget" (pronounced pia-jay) as a nickname. Sindile means "Survivor", and Piaget means "Little One".

Pia has lived with Aemilius for almost as long as she can remember.

Her only clear memory from before she met the Dragon: The night they stole her and the other children away. A man wearing a black, hooded robe and a woman with piercing blue eyes that looked like they glowed in the moonlight.

They came to her house and took her while she and her parents were asleep, and did the same with all the other kids in town. They'd never see their village again. Most of the others were older than her; she remembered being afraid to talk to them because of that.

The man and the woman led them into the forest, and away away away from town. They made all the children stand in a circle, and then everything went white.

When Pia woke up it was daytime again, and she was all alone in the forest, laying on top of a fallen tree.

She's never told Aemilius about this. She's not sure how long before he found her it all happened.

Trivia:
Likes: The color purple, like the sky at twilight. Birds. Reading.
Dislikes: Math, magic, fighting, and large bodies of water.
Fears: Drowning, being trapped in a room full of strangers, or being lost in large crowds.
Deepest Desire: To find out the truth about that night, what really happened. To find the man in the dark robe, and the woman with the bright blue eyes.

Pia is the character, Aemilius is an NPC

..::Ascension::.. .2 (High-Casual)

*Tune in next week to see when Angel joins the discord and is immediately bombarded with drama*

Fight or Flight

@SaikaAnge I posted what I could think of for the scene, I got a block towards the end though so I hope I gave you enough to work with.

Kal's handler is immune to her orders, but she could still talk to him telepathically if she tried. The reason he's immune to her power is because it plays off of any loyalty the target has, for anything. Dr. Charon is loyal only to himself and his pursuit of knowledge. He's probably only a part of this group of scientists because he wouldn't have the means to do all his experiments and studies alone.

Fight or Flight

Kallan Alistair

Well, most of the guards fell for it. Their guns fell to the ground, and they all began walking over to where Dom was still wreaking havoc. The rest, two of them, just stood there and looked at her. One even began to raise his gun and take aim at her. "I said, Drop your weapons." The other dropped his gun, and the one about to shoot her hesitated, so she made her move. Running at the guard, she body checked him and grabbed the gun as she did, pulling it from his hands. The other still seemed dazed, trying to fight the urge to do as she said before, and walk into his death.

The one she took the gun from grabbed her as he snapped out of his daze. He wasn't going to fall for her power. She stomped on his feet and writhed as she tried to get away, but all that did was make the guy dig his fingers into her even more. Her mind raced, weighing her options. He was only holding her, but as she struggled she felt him moving to put cuffs on her. She had his gun, and the other one wouldn't stay confused forever...

She didn't aim at anything, she only pulled the trigger. The guard that was holding her screamed out in pain as he collapsed, his left leg badly wounded from the shot she'd taken. As soon as she could, she moved away from him and pointed the gun at the other guard now, closing her eyes as she pulled the trigger again. She heard him scream too, and then a heavy thud as his body fell to the ground. She turned away before opening her eyes again. She didn't want to see the corpse.

"Well well well." A familiar voice spoke to her left, and Kal spun to face the man as he smirked at her. It was Dr. Charon, her Handler. A tall, skinny man with tanned skin and intelligent green eyes that were hidden behind his dark hair and sunglasses. He always wore sunglasses, and that dirty old lab coat. Kal was pretty sure they were stuck to his skin. "Good evening, Kallan."

"Hey doc." Kal raised the gun again, aiming as best she could for the scientist's heart. Charon just laughed and stood there, his arms spread as he dared her to shoot. So she did, or tried to anyway. This time when she pulled the trigger, nothing happened. The gun didn't even make that clicking noise that guns do when they're out of ammo.

"Having troubles Miss Alistair?"

"Don't call me that." She tried to shoot him again, and again he laughed.

"The guns have sensors on them. The trigger locks when someone carrying a Crypto-ID is in the crosshairs." As he spoke, Charon took his ID card from his front pocket and waved it around a little. "It's futile, Kallan." He smiled as she threw the gun away.

"Go die." It was worth a try, using her powers on him.

"Hmmm... no. I don't really feel like it right now." Charon smirked at her again, and she began working out how to get away from him. He knew most of her tricks, and was pretty good at ignoring her orders. This was going to be difficult.

Fight or Flight

@SaikaAnge I know myself and some others had been waiting on you to do something with our characters' handlers before this rp went into hibernation... would you mind if I just created Kal's handler so that I could make a post? You can take control of him afterwards, I'm just looking for ways to get the ball rolling for now.

..::Ascension::.. .2 (High-Casual)

no comment...

..::Ascension::.. .2 (High-Casual)

I found a treasure trove of gifs

..::Ascension::.. .2 (High-Casual)

@Rai ooohh. I didn't even notice that. I always just call her "angel" so I forget the demonic part is there

yes. fitting. very fitting.