Xyanthra

Under a Long Lost Sky. (Cyberpunk RP, reboot)

Adalwolf “Ada” Stroud

Age: 27
Gender: Female
Appearance


Background & Personality
Ada was born in New Denver, to a distant mother, a strict father, and a charismatic older brother. She has few traditionally pleasant memories of her family, despite their opulent lifestyle. Her only memories involve strict training--both she and her brother were being groomed to become part of a complex criminal organization that her parents belonged to. In fact, they were born simply to become another cog in the organization, just like their parents were. The organization, known as Espevada, was generations old, and was run by family dynasties that used planned breeding in order to create their members, rather than recruiting from the outside. Because of this, the organization was full of violently loyal individuals, each one related to one another in some way, creating a strong bond and sense of responsibility that kept Espevada strong for so long.

However, there was one member that abhorred the organization--that person was Ada’s brother, Vinzente. Somehow, the loyalty indoctrination program he went through as a child was ineffective; despite this, he pretended that it worked, and continued his training. By the time he was 20, he knew all the secrets of the organization, and was set to be matched to one of his cousins to continue the breeding cycle. Instead, he exposed the organization to the authorities--causing a small war, which the family lost very quickly.

Unlike her brother, Ada was fiercely loyal to the family, and was extremely diligent in her training. She was 16 when her brother betrayed Espevada--and she immediately volunteered to assassinate him, desperate to prove her worth to the family. They agreed, believing that she would have the best chance to get close to him.

She did get close to him, but when the time came to kill him, she hesitated. They had a heated discussion, and slowly he was breaking down the walls built up by her loyalty training, leaving her extremely confused. She was still deciding whether to kill him or not when a shot rang through the air, and Vinzente slumped into her arms, whispering his last words to her before dying. Traumatized, she dropped his body and her weapon, and watched in shock as her mother came out of the shadows with a gun pointing at her. Apparently, she did not believe her daughter would be able to kill, and decided to do the job for her--and now that she sensed Ada’s loyalty wavering, she decided that she was a failed member of Espevada and must also be terminated. Before she could pull the trigger, the authorities showed up--while her mother was distracted, Ada fled the scene, remembering her brother’s last words: Go to the Undercity.

Ada followed his advice. For over ten years, she has been living in the Undercity, making money as a bounty hunter and a bodyguard. Despite her relative success, she has never been able to earn even a tiny fraction of the money she had while growing up, but she can never quite shake her sophisticated tastes, and often goes into debt to fund exquisite clothing, lavish parties, and expensive foods. Because of her poor financial skills, she fits right in with other Scroungers, although the general lifestyle disgusts her. She tends to be extremely loyal to Scroungers, as they have supplanted her previous family--and family always comes first. Although many might find her stuck up and too high maintenance, most can overlook this due to her loyalty (and the awesome parties she throws helps too).

She has distanced herself from anything related to Espevada, and often wonders what happened to the members that survived the war following Vinzente's betrayal. News reports claim that all members were either killed or apprehended, but considering that neither of those happened to her, she has no idea if more family members are lurking around New Denver... or even in the Undercity.

Other details:
Ada has been making her living as a bodyguard and a bounty hunter, and so has all the tools of those trades, including basic weaponry, as well as her favorite pistol she named Vinz. One of her goals is to find her mother one day and kill her with her pistol, to avenge her brother’s death. She dresses like a New Denver citizen, though the quality of her clothing is severely lower than that of a true surface dweller.

Typical outfits

Under a Long Lost Sky: Reboot. (Cyberpunk RP Interest check)

I'm possibly interested too, I'm just curious what the RP will be about; is there going to be some sort of plot? Or just like a slice of life thing?

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If you could post, that'd be brilliant. Also, i'd love to collab on a post, it's always nice to mingle with other characters, without filling the IC with it :)

@mattmanganon

Ok, I'll post later when I get home from work :)

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Ahhhh. Good point. Knight Vishara sounds weird. I rescind my comment, and will adopt your method :)

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@mattmanganon It looks like you and I are fighting the Neo-Crusaders that Anora sent to keep us occupied while she talked to Varrik. They managed to blow up one of the turrets, but are badly beaten in the process; so we just have to write out that battle, basically, and maybe our reactions to Varrik getting pulled away/speaking to Anora. If you want to collab any of the fight let me know, but I'm ok with people writing for my character as long as they do it respectfully.

I'm gonna wait for you to write up your next post before I do mine, unless you'd prefer that I post first.

@Exodus I'm glad you moved things along, I don't like having to write every single thing my character does if it holds up the story. I'd rather someone just move me along with them to keep it going. Also, one comment, your character called Vishara a Master... she's just a Knight though ;)

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Posted another one, just wanted to meet up with @mattmanganon and @Exodus before those darn Dark Jedi land to kill us all ;)

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Lenik gasped in pain as Vishara held on to his arm, studying the deep gash left there by the Droid that now lay dismantled at their feet. He was but a Padawan, a human born on Coruscant, and Vishara could sense his welling desperation.

He is fighting for more than the Jedi. He is fighting for his home, his family. His emotions will get the best of him, she thought. Battle was one situation that could spark many feelings associated with the Dark side, and Vishara worried that a seed of darkness may be planted in more than one Jedi on this day. She vowed to do what she could to prevent such a thing.

“Young Lenik, this is but a scratch. I will heal it promptly,” she stated as she began to mend the wound using the Force, while also secretly bolstering his morale using a subtle form of Battle Meditation. Her golden eyes locked with his blue, and she slowly saw the negative emotions melting away as she aligned her Force sensitivity with his, correcting the minute discrepancies between them; his eyes grew brighter, and she could feel his body become stronger--more confident. He nodded at the Togruta woman, understanding what she had done to calm him, and she sensed his gratitude with their newly shared bond formed of the Battle Meditation technique. It would fade with time, but for today she would be able to help keep Lenik centered and focused, even from a distance.

With his wound healed and his self-control restored, Lenik reactivated his lightsaber and leapt at a Droid group encroaching on their right flank, deflecting their blaster fire as he came down upon them; as he was deep in his dance, blue lightsaber flashing in all directions, Vishara focused on the group coming from their left. Watching them carefully, she sensed their movements with her hollow montrols on her head, which gave her that extra sense of echolocation. With each step they took, she could feel her montrols vibrate slightly, indicating their position, speed, size, and number; this was a natural ability of all Togruta, but Vishara had learned to apply her Force sense to her montrols, giving her the ability to essentially "see" everything around her without vision. Her muscles remained taut, her stance one of a Jedi Consular prepared for battle--giving the appearance of being serene or even being nonchalant, but ready to bend the Force to her whim with but a thought.

Blaster fire raced toward her, but she did not touch her lightsaber. That tool is for killing, not for fighting machines.

In that instant, she transformed into a whirling dervish, her long orange and white head-tails flying in the air along with her brown Jedi robes; using the Force, she deflected the blaster fire with blinding speed, sending most of the deadly lasers back to their sources, destroying the Droids with their own weaponry. She stopped spinning and regained her serene stance, focusing on the remaining Droids--there were only three now, closing on her fast. Lifting her hand, she began to probe the machines with the Force, and found the mechanism she was searching for. With a tiny flick of her fingers, she destroyed this mechanism, and the Droids fell to the ground, permanently deactivated.

Lenik was just finishing up with his group when he looked at her in wonder. “How is it that you are not yet a Master?” he inquired.

Vishara smiled knowingly and said, “We all have strengths and weaknesses, young Lenik. My strengths happen to be with the Force. My weaknesses prevent me from becoming a Master. It is a part of myself that I have learned to accept, and I hope that one day I will overcome my weaknesses, just as we all hope.”

Lenik nodded in understanding, sending her feelings of support through their temporary Force-connection before continuing to search for more approaching enemies, but found none.

With this defensive turret secured, Vishara began reaching out with the Force to see where she might be needed on the battlefield. She shuffled through the explosions, the blaster fire, the lightsabers, searching for any areas of weakness, but found that most of the turrets had been successfully defended for the time being. As before, the sense of foreboding lingered in the Force, something sinister--something she did not understand. She took a moment to quell the rising fear of the unknown. Fear will kill a Jedi faster than any lightsaber, she thought. Suddenly, she felt a larger ripple in the Force, and knew immediately that Dark Jedi were landing near the Temple grounds--a sizeable group, if she could sense the disturbance through all the chaos.

Her probing complete, she ordered Lenik to remain at the turret in case more Droids appeared, and then rushed off in the direction of the disturbance. She soon found Master Varrik and Master Kiana speaking to one another as a dropship landed before them. The transport opened, revealing many Dark Jedi with their red lightsabers activated.

Vishara made her presence known by stating, “Master Varrik, Master Kiana. I am here to support you,” and her hand grasped her lightsaber. She would need it for this battle, she knew.

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Posted! Excited to see the next post, @Nariata :)

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Tucked away in a secluded room of the Jedi Temple, Vishara Aashtii was engaged in her daily ritual of floating meditation. She felt the Force channeling through her being, and allowed it to envelop her like a mother’s warm embrace. It was a soothing experience, especially on days where she felt the yearning of her Togruta heritage to be in a community of her own people. This longing was one of the few emotions she had yet to master, and although she knew it was biologically driven, it frequently challenged her confidence.

Being part of the Jedi was better than being in a Togruta community, she knew. Although that life had an appeal of simplicity, she could never fulfill her greatest goal there--to foster peace in the galaxy. She knew total peace was an impossible goal to constantly chase after, but no place other than among the Jedi could she pursue it effectively and actually have at least a small impact.

These thoughts began to melt away as she fell deeper into her meditative trance, and soon she was not thinking of Jedi or Togruta or even peace; Vishara was simply existing, at one with the Force.

But then, disturbing her tranquility, a strange sensation washed over her. The Force seemed to shudder for a brief, almost undetectable moment--but Vishara’s deep concentration allowed her to feel that something was wrong. Sensing immediate danger, her eyes snapped open and her hand flew to her lightsaber, but there was no other physical presence in the room.

Gently, she unfolded her legs and landed on the polished floor, her sandaled feet making a soft pattering sound as she stopped using the Force to suspend herself in the air. The strange sensation left her completely alert in the way only a Jedi could be--she tuned her senses to their maximum, assessing her surroundings in an attempt to understand the source of the Force disturbance.

Is it the Sith? she wondered. No, that is impossible, with Darth Sidious dead. Deciding that there was no immediate danger to her, Vishara allowed her senses to relax a bit as she left the meditation room and began heading in the direction of the Jedi Council chambers. Perhaps the Council knows what is happening. I must seek their advice.

Before she reached the end of the hallway, a loud explosion cracked through the peaceful ambience of the temple, followed by a violent rumbling. Vishara’s golden eyes flashed back and forth to witness Jedi bursting forth from rooms or stopping in the middle of conversations, confusion washing through them all. A moment later, another explosion followed the first, and as each Jedi looked to one another, they understood in an instant that Coruscant was under attack. Knights and Padawans alike began rushing toward the Council chambers to await instruction, and Vishara followed diligently, suppressing the spike of fear that threatened to overwhelm her.

-=Five hours later=-

Vishara, along with a few other Knights, had been ordered by the Council to guard their chambers, should any enemy Force users manage to slip inside during the confusion of the attack. Thusfar, none had--the temple defenses were keeping the direct perimeter of the area secure. She hoped they would be enough. She felt no fear, no panic, no anger at the situation--the only emotion nagging at the corners of her control was the longing, the urgency of loneliness that threatened to envelop her if the Jedi were eradicated this day. She knew she must do everything in her power to stop such a thing from occurring.

Just then, Obi-Wan exited the Council chambers and looked toward Vishara and the other Knights guarding the area, saying brusquely, “Knights. Report to the temple’s defenses immediately--they are in danger of failing, and they must not fail. There will be Clone troopers there to assist you. Remember--keep those defenses active, or the Temple will be destroyed!” With that, Obi-Wan departed, leaving the Knights to their orders.

Vishara glanced around briefly at the others, noting their names in her head as they all began sprinting to their new post. She would remember them, and fight for them as if they were blood family. None of them would die this day. The defenses would not fall. They could not fall.

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@Nariata Just so you know, I changed my character's skills a bit; before she was a Jedi focused on dueling with lightsabers, but now that there are like 6 force users that are all focused on lightsaber dueling, I decided to focus her more on Force usage.. just so we have a bit more variety, and so we don't end up in a dueling spiral ;)