Post by Mara on Jan 19, 2009 21:24:26 GMT -5
Name: Loom'aisana {Twi'leki form}, Looma Isana {Basic form} [pron.: LOOM'a i'SA'na]
Race: Twi'lek
Age: 19
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 130 pounds
Appearance: Being a Twi'lek, Looma is a humanoid very similar to stock humans except for a few key features. One is the fact that she has two brain-tails, or lekku, that come out from the base of her head and fall to about mid back. The other is the color of her skin. Looma's tone is a bright yellow that covers the full of her hairless body. Her dark purple eyes stand in stark contrast to her yellowed skin. Contrary to most female Twi'leks, Looma dressed conservatively (for her species) for her farmwork in the harsh sun: simple work boots that come up to the ankle of her simple brown leggings and a thin tan short-sleeved tunic with a belt around it emphasizing her slim waist. After joining the Sith, her attire changed very little, the only additions being a cloak and her lightsaber. She also wears a brown headband that is decorated with various art and tattooing that only other Twi'leks would understand. She ties it around the base of her lekku partially to keep them out of the way and partially for style. Since almost losing a tip of one of her lekku, she now wears leather caps matching her headband on the ends of both to disguise the injured one. She also now wears a gold necklace with a ruby pendant, given to her by her old master, Shard, before his leaving. Though she has given up most style for practicality, except for her decorated headband, she still carries with her an outfit that is more revealing and fitting for her form.
Birth place: Kala'uun, Ryloth
Faction: Sith Order
Rank: Initiate
Previous Faction: Jedi Order
Previous Rank: Youngling
Bio:
The beginning of Loom’aisana’s life was as good as any Twi’lek could hope for. Especially for a girl. Born to middle class parents living in the city of Kala'uun, she was the fourth child and second girl. Though her whole family was of a yellow hue, Looma’s was the brightest of all six of them, making her even prettier with her deep purple eyes. As a baby she was happy and never for want of anything. Though, he was feeding six mouths on his average wages, Hu’misana took good care of his family. They never dressed in the most recent styles or had other extra luxuries, but they were happy together and entertained themselves with telling stories and jokes. Looma’s brothers were especially adept at this.
Being the youngest, little Looma would usually have to think of ways to entertain herself while her mother was busy with the oldest three. Sitting in her room at no more than a year or two of age, she would busy herself with doing little tricks. Little did she know that her little sleights of hand and other seemingly acts of magic were due to her presence in the Force and her adeptness to it. Looma would laugh and giggle when she levitated her little toys in the air, floating inches from the floor just by thinking about it. One such time she had even floated herself out of her crib, but oblivious to her daughter’s talent, Looma’s mother just thought she had crawled out. She was too flustered and stressed to deal with it any other way, especially with her oldest child, the first girl, gaining on her preteen and teen years, the most difficult of times. Looma was left on her own even more often now because her older brothers didn’t want to play with their sister, and her sister was absorbed in her own little world of boys and makeup and clothes.
But when Looma was 3, her happy little world was shattered. Credits were becoming even tighter with all the children growing up, and her father was having trouble making ends meet. The Isanas discussed at length what to do. The mother couldn’t work because they couldn’t afford someone to come into their house to watch the kids while she was gone. Nor could Hum leave his job for another one. It was with heavy hearts, they decided to sell their daughter for a fee. Lee’fisana, having reached 14 was at a prime age to become a slave girl to someone in the city or elsewhere on Ryloth. They hated to do something that most Twi’leks wouldn’t even think twice of but something they had promised each other never to do. But fate had forced their hand.
Leef left the house within the next month in the care of a human man who promised to take good care of her, and Leef promised to keep in touch with her family, to send a few credits their way if she ever could. Though she didn’t know her older sister very well, little Looma was very distraught. She could feel that her family, especially her mother, was very sad at the whole incident. Her mother’s emotions leaked into her own pysche, turning the young Twi’lek into a very gloomy child. She began playing less and less, and when she did, her tricks weren’t the pleasant little games she used to come up with. She would hide her brothers’ toys or turn up the heat on whatever her mother was cooking. No one in the family had any idea what was going on or who was causing these ghostly acts.
Over the next year, the whole family seemed to live in a daze, though the credits from Leef’s venture into slavery had stoppered the bleeding in their pocketbook for a while. However, the flush didn’t last long when the sons’ schooling began taking up much of the money. Looma’s mother took to crying in her room during the day, wondering whatever they were going to do. For Looma was even more lovely than her sister Leef, and she could think of multiple horrors that would be unleashed on Looma if her fate was ever the same as that of her sister. After the oldest daughter had been sold, she did for a few weeks send them a letter or two, updating them on her situation. The man had sold her to a wealthy man who then took her to Coruscant to act as a housekeeper. But Fil’aisansa wouldn’t believe these nice tales her daughter sent, and after a while Leef’s correspondence had stopped completely. She never again had any word from their daughter and didn’t want this same life to befall sweet Looma.
This sweet little Looma and her pranks began escalating. No longer was she using simple levitation or other forms of telekinesis. Now 4 years old, she would play-act battles with her toys and dolls, sometimes even busting one or two with just thinking it happening. Her parents thought she was just acting out because she missed her sister and now also her brothers who were in school. They never noticed what was really going on because her father stayed late at the office to avoid going home, and her mother went through her days fairly zombie-like filled with thoughts of what the future would hold for her daughter and the rest of them if times continued on as they were.
But everything all changed when visitors came to their door, a Chalactan female and a human male dressed in brown robes and other simple clothing. They looked like religious fanatics and Fila was about to shut the door on them when she noticed their lightsabers hanging from their belts. A bit confused but also curious as to why they were there, she eventually let them in. The Jedi discussed things with her, why they had come, what they had sensed. They wanted to know whether she had any children with noticed Force abilities. Looma’s mother had no idea what they were talking about. Determined to find the child, the Jedi pressed on and asked to see her children. One by one they were lead into the room. Both of the boys, while in good spirits and a bit fiesty, didn’t pass the test. The Chalactan’s eyes lit up, though, when Looma walked into the room. Her brow was lowered and her eyes dark. She didn’t know what to make of these strangers. Her mind was beginning to imagine things, but the Jedi spoke to her before she could bring anything to fruition. They asked about what she did. Things she saw. Anything that seemed strange to her. Looma’s mother was wide-eyed at this whole conversation, not wanting to believe the things her daughter was talking about. She was indeed a special girl, a girl that shouldn’t be sold into slavery as her sister was.
When Hum came home that night, the four adults discussed the bright yellow Twi’lek girl’s future. He was reluctant to give up a source of possible income, but gradually the Jedi and Fila convinced him of Looma’s higher purpose. She needed focused and structured training before she became too destructive. Her mother agreed with this, finally realizing that all the strange things going on in the house, especially in the last year since Leef was sent away, were all due to her daughter’s imaginings. If she was sent out into the rest of the galaxy without training, she could become a danger to others and herself.
The next day a very angry Looma was sent along with the two Jedi with her bag packed with a few of her favorite toys and special possessions but mostly the necessity like clothes. Over the next few years this rage would fester inside of her unsatiated until she could not keep it hidden any longer.
The two Jedi safely delivered the 4-year-old yellow Twi'lek Looma Isana to the Temple and never would see her again, gone back on their missions to find more Force sensitive children. Looma was immediately placed into a youngling class to begin her training.
At first, the young Twi'lek was so heavily immersed in her new life and acclimating herself to the change of lifestyle, that she didn't have time to even think about her former life or family. A brief burst of anger slowly dissipated as she no longer had the energy to devote to such thoughts and energies, nor the time to do so. She took easily to her training classes, eager to learn how to control this "magic" she had played with since she could remember. The class where the basic touches of telekinesis was taught would become her favorite study and one she would excel in. Though, she was a very good student and towards the top of her class, she would never master any other skill as well as she would this one. For some reason, Looma had a predisposed ability for all Force techniques related to the mind, including telekinesis and telepathy. Though, her telepathy wasn't as developed as telekinesis was. Whether because of her genetics or just because she preferred to move tangible objects rather than just thinking things at others' minds, her teachers would never completely ascertain. But they leaned toward the latter. It would become clear that Looma had a stubborn streak later in her life.
Bored with other lessons on meditation, lightsaber combat and other "lesser" uses of the Force, Looma began rebelling around the age of 8. To her, she thought she couldn't learn any more, though, she was far from an expert at any aspect of the Force, even skills of the mind.
First, she only started by not leaving her room, preferring to practice on her own away from the other younglings. Eventually, the other Jedi found her out and brought her back to her classes to learn with the others, citing that she needed to be in a structured environment. If she stayed on her own at still a young age, interrupting her training, she might never develop fully as a Jedi. And with a nudge to her about being able to advance to padawan if she concentrated more, Looma was back in her classes.
With most, the prospect of becoming a padawan and continuing his or her career as a Jedi would be more than enough for her to focus on her training and classes.
However, despite her obvious intelligence and aptitude with the Force, the young Twi'lek just stopped applying herself and slipped down in the ranks. She went through her classes almost as if in a daze, not really paying attention to the lessons from the Masters and only thinking about ways to use her favorite powers for whatever she wanted. Concerned about her, a couple of the Masters, her teachers, had conferences with her, trying to figure out what was wrong, why she was doing so poorly in the classes she had been acing just years before. Again, they reminded her of her duty to the Order and recommended some extended meditation time for her. Perhaps, if she spent some quiet time alone communing with the Force, she would figure out what was bothering her and causing her to lose focus in her studies.
Looma preferred not to do any meditation, at least not in the way the Masters wanted her to. Now at the age of 10, she did take their advice and go out on her own, but she wasn't being peaceful. Instead, she used her time alone to practice out in a corner of the courtyard, using telekinesis to pluck leaves off of trees and buds off of flowers. Or somethings to terrorize a small bird by shoving it against a tree or rock. Only one time did one actually die.
Even more concerned about Looma, especially with her age rapidly closing on the dreaded 13, the Masters at the Temple involved with her training again spoke to her, voicing their concerns. Again, they heavily suggested that she return to her training, back to her classes. For Looma, this was the last straw. She was so sick of these Jedi telling her what to do. The Twi'lek lashed out at them with the Force. She didn't do any damage, she she was only a mere youngling attacking Masters, but they could feel the rage that was behind her actions, and they were very worried for her well-being. Looma could never pinpoint exactly what tipped her over the edge, whether it was thoughts of her sister and family that had become resurfacing during her brief meditation trysts, not being able to do what she wanted or a series of related causes including the former. But something indeed had snapped in her psyche.
Worried about the safety of other students and younglings, the Masters decided with heavy hearts to sequester Looma in her room with a lock even she could not open and that she would begin private lessons with them as a last-ditch effort to save her presence in the Order. Even with the focused training, the yellow Twi'lek still resisted. It was no fun for her to do what they wanted her to do. To practice what they wanted her to practice. She resented every moment of her one-on-one training sessions. The Jedi Masters worked hard to bring her focus back but to no avial. When her 13th birthday came, they no longer had time, or hope, for her. There was nothing else they could do for her. Sadly, they had to let her go; they had other younglings to focus on and couldn't waste their time on her any longer. If only she had applied herself, they knew she could have become a great Jedi. Looma was scheduled for departure from Coruscant the next day. She would be going to the agricorps for the rest of her life.
Looma spent the next couple years of her life slaving away in the fields of Bakura as part of the Jedi agricultural corps. Her rebellious spirit had been broken by all the hard labor. She didn't dare do anything against her superiors or the other workers, also known as failed younglings such as herself. Though, while they were upset to be there and hated that they hadn't be chosen, the yellow Twi'lek was actually glad to be away from that claustrophobic Temple. Here, at least she was out in the elements. And she had free time, a little of it but had it, to do with whatever she chose. But most days, she just went to her bunk and fell on her bed exhausted, asleep within moments. Only to wake up the next morning to do it all again.
However, her mediocre life all changed when she came across a human, a young male one day out in the fields. She didn't recognize him, but that wasn't anything new. Looma didn't pay attention to most of those she was working with. It wasn't worth her time to be too friendly with anyone, and she was loner. Even when she was new at the Temple she didn't have many she could truly call friends. There was something familiar about this human, but she couldn't place it. Perhaps she had seen him earlier while working or even glanced him years back at the Temple during a class. It was entirely possible; she gauged him to be of a similar age to her own.
Looma completely forgot about the small moment of recognization, as she always did when a face looked familiar to her. She was too busy working to deal with all that and too tired. But sometime after she had been on Bakura for over two years, a few months after she turned 15, she was forced to again take notice of the young male human. Near where she was working, she had noticed a commotion, an accident of some kind. Normally, she would just disregard it all and continue, but she saw that the human male she thought she recognized was involved. Curious, and wanting a break to stretch her legs, Looma walked over to where the hubbub was. He seemed to have gotten hurt, though she couldn't tell why. A few of the others surrounding him were attempting to help him and figure out what was wrong. Feeling the Force around her strengthen, she knew that a couple of the workers were trying to heal him. If she hadn't skipped out on her healing arts classes, or cared, Looma would have jumped in also to help. She was about to turn away when she noticed something in his eyes when he happened to glance her way while grimacing in some kind of pain. The same eyes she would see reflected back at herself while she was still at the Temple. The eyes of someone very frustrated.
After the other workers had finally returned to their work, leaving the young man laying there, Looma glanced around herself, then brought her tools closer to where he lay. She introduced herself and he said he was named Caleb. Looma couldn't understand why, but she began to confide in this Caleb. Perhaps because she saw herself in him. Though, they had different reasons for being frustrated and angry with their lives--her because of the family she missed and the horrible experience she had at the Temple, not able to do what she wanted and live freely; him because he was disappointed in his seeming lack of talent with the Force. In exchange for him being someone for her to talk to, Looma now used her meager free time to school him in what she could remember from the Temple, hoping that the lush environment on Bakura might help jump-start something within him.
Over the next year and a half they grew closer, their friendship turning into something more than platonic at times. On the pretense of wanting to practice or help strengthen their skills together, they would sneak out into a neighboring forest for little rendezvous together. There wasn't any visible change in Cal's connection to the Force that Looma could sense, but they could both tell that he seemed happier. And, for once, during these little moments they had together, Looma felt at ease herself. For the first time she could remember, she would smile. Somehow the workdays became more bearable knowing she had a very good friend, a partner, a lover there to share it all with. Someone who understood all her pain that she kept hidden inside of her.
[See Looma's Databank thread for more of her continued adventures.]
Equipment[/b]:
Bag o' Shards: A few dozen shards of scrap metal in a cloth bag
Color: metallic/dark silver
Lightsaber: Single blade, single phase, hilt is black and of simple, utilitarian design
Color: Red
Given to her by her old master, Shard
Lightsaber: Single blade, single phase
Color: Acid yellow, Barab ore ignot, hilt is blackened metal with gold fixtures and hardware
Given to her by her old master, Shard, upon his leaving of the Order
Lightsaber: Single blade, shoto
Color: Deep red-orange, hilt is blackened metal with gold fixtures and hardware with a small handle
Given to her by her old master, Shard, upon his leaving of the Order
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho - 3
Makashi - 1
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 5
Telepathic: 4
Body: 2
Sense: 3
Protection: 2
Healing: 1
Destruction: 1
Specialized Skills: N/A
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 4
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 5
Leadership: 2
Unarmed: 4
Melee Weapons: 2
Ranged Weapons: 2
Force Attunement: -2
RP Sample:
She giggled to herself, her lekku writhing behind her as the small toy rose into the air. At only three years old, the little Twi'lek didn't know that what she was doing was odd or weird or different. It just seemed natural that when she thoughts something, it happened. She had wanted the toy to float, and it did.
Alone in her room, she continued this with all her toys, but after three were floating and she was working on another, they all fell to the floor where she was sitting. She couldn't understand it. She had willed it to happen! But she had such a terrible headache. Angry at her toys, she glared at them, and one crinkled up. The yellow-skinned little girl gasped in surprise. She had broken her toy! And all because she was thinking bad thoughts at it.
Giggling again, she looked for another target but was interrupted by her mother calling for dinner. Loom'aisana ignored her mother, preferring to stay in her room and play. Distracted, her mother forgot her daughter and didn't realize until halfway through the meal, that her youngest wasn't at the table. She had become so tired and forgetful later after Leef had left. Looma barely noticed; her wonderful magic tricks took up all of her time. But her parents never knew of these tricks because she wanted it all to herself. They were hers, and her parents would never learn of them.
Race: Twi'lek
Age: 19
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 130 pounds
Appearance: Being a Twi'lek, Looma is a humanoid very similar to stock humans except for a few key features. One is the fact that she has two brain-tails, or lekku, that come out from the base of her head and fall to about mid back. The other is the color of her skin. Looma's tone is a bright yellow that covers the full of her hairless body. Her dark purple eyes stand in stark contrast to her yellowed skin. Contrary to most female Twi'leks, Looma dressed conservatively (for her species) for her farmwork in the harsh sun: simple work boots that come up to the ankle of her simple brown leggings and a thin tan short-sleeved tunic with a belt around it emphasizing her slim waist. After joining the Sith, her attire changed very little, the only additions being a cloak and her lightsaber. She also wears a brown headband that is decorated with various art and tattooing that only other Twi'leks would understand. She ties it around the base of her lekku partially to keep them out of the way and partially for style. Since almost losing a tip of one of her lekku, she now wears leather caps matching her headband on the ends of both to disguise the injured one. She also now wears a gold necklace with a ruby pendant, given to her by her old master, Shard, before his leaving. Though she has given up most style for practicality, except for her decorated headband, she still carries with her an outfit that is more revealing and fitting for her form.
Birth place: Kala'uun, Ryloth
Faction: Sith Order
Rank: Initiate
Previous Faction: Jedi Order
Previous Rank: Youngling
Bio:
The beginning of Loom’aisana’s life was as good as any Twi’lek could hope for. Especially for a girl. Born to middle class parents living in the city of Kala'uun, she was the fourth child and second girl. Though her whole family was of a yellow hue, Looma’s was the brightest of all six of them, making her even prettier with her deep purple eyes. As a baby she was happy and never for want of anything. Though, he was feeding six mouths on his average wages, Hu’misana took good care of his family. They never dressed in the most recent styles or had other extra luxuries, but they were happy together and entertained themselves with telling stories and jokes. Looma’s brothers were especially adept at this.
Being the youngest, little Looma would usually have to think of ways to entertain herself while her mother was busy with the oldest three. Sitting in her room at no more than a year or two of age, she would busy herself with doing little tricks. Little did she know that her little sleights of hand and other seemingly acts of magic were due to her presence in the Force and her adeptness to it. Looma would laugh and giggle when she levitated her little toys in the air, floating inches from the floor just by thinking about it. One such time she had even floated herself out of her crib, but oblivious to her daughter’s talent, Looma’s mother just thought she had crawled out. She was too flustered and stressed to deal with it any other way, especially with her oldest child, the first girl, gaining on her preteen and teen years, the most difficult of times. Looma was left on her own even more often now because her older brothers didn’t want to play with their sister, and her sister was absorbed in her own little world of boys and makeup and clothes.
But when Looma was 3, her happy little world was shattered. Credits were becoming even tighter with all the children growing up, and her father was having trouble making ends meet. The Isanas discussed at length what to do. The mother couldn’t work because they couldn’t afford someone to come into their house to watch the kids while she was gone. Nor could Hum leave his job for another one. It was with heavy hearts, they decided to sell their daughter for a fee. Lee’fisana, having reached 14 was at a prime age to become a slave girl to someone in the city or elsewhere on Ryloth. They hated to do something that most Twi’leks wouldn’t even think twice of but something they had promised each other never to do. But fate had forced their hand.
Leef left the house within the next month in the care of a human man who promised to take good care of her, and Leef promised to keep in touch with her family, to send a few credits their way if she ever could. Though she didn’t know her older sister very well, little Looma was very distraught. She could feel that her family, especially her mother, was very sad at the whole incident. Her mother’s emotions leaked into her own pysche, turning the young Twi’lek into a very gloomy child. She began playing less and less, and when she did, her tricks weren’t the pleasant little games she used to come up with. She would hide her brothers’ toys or turn up the heat on whatever her mother was cooking. No one in the family had any idea what was going on or who was causing these ghostly acts.
Over the next year, the whole family seemed to live in a daze, though the credits from Leef’s venture into slavery had stoppered the bleeding in their pocketbook for a while. However, the flush didn’t last long when the sons’ schooling began taking up much of the money. Looma’s mother took to crying in her room during the day, wondering whatever they were going to do. For Looma was even more lovely than her sister Leef, and she could think of multiple horrors that would be unleashed on Looma if her fate was ever the same as that of her sister. After the oldest daughter had been sold, she did for a few weeks send them a letter or two, updating them on her situation. The man had sold her to a wealthy man who then took her to Coruscant to act as a housekeeper. But Fil’aisansa wouldn’t believe these nice tales her daughter sent, and after a while Leef’s correspondence had stopped completely. She never again had any word from their daughter and didn’t want this same life to befall sweet Looma.
This sweet little Looma and her pranks began escalating. No longer was she using simple levitation or other forms of telekinesis. Now 4 years old, she would play-act battles with her toys and dolls, sometimes even busting one or two with just thinking it happening. Her parents thought she was just acting out because she missed her sister and now also her brothers who were in school. They never noticed what was really going on because her father stayed late at the office to avoid going home, and her mother went through her days fairly zombie-like filled with thoughts of what the future would hold for her daughter and the rest of them if times continued on as they were.
But everything all changed when visitors came to their door, a Chalactan female and a human male dressed in brown robes and other simple clothing. They looked like religious fanatics and Fila was about to shut the door on them when she noticed their lightsabers hanging from their belts. A bit confused but also curious as to why they were there, she eventually let them in. The Jedi discussed things with her, why they had come, what they had sensed. They wanted to know whether she had any children with noticed Force abilities. Looma’s mother had no idea what they were talking about. Determined to find the child, the Jedi pressed on and asked to see her children. One by one they were lead into the room. Both of the boys, while in good spirits and a bit fiesty, didn’t pass the test. The Chalactan’s eyes lit up, though, when Looma walked into the room. Her brow was lowered and her eyes dark. She didn’t know what to make of these strangers. Her mind was beginning to imagine things, but the Jedi spoke to her before she could bring anything to fruition. They asked about what she did. Things she saw. Anything that seemed strange to her. Looma’s mother was wide-eyed at this whole conversation, not wanting to believe the things her daughter was talking about. She was indeed a special girl, a girl that shouldn’t be sold into slavery as her sister was.
When Hum came home that night, the four adults discussed the bright yellow Twi’lek girl’s future. He was reluctant to give up a source of possible income, but gradually the Jedi and Fila convinced him of Looma’s higher purpose. She needed focused and structured training before she became too destructive. Her mother agreed with this, finally realizing that all the strange things going on in the house, especially in the last year since Leef was sent away, were all due to her daughter’s imaginings. If she was sent out into the rest of the galaxy without training, she could become a danger to others and herself.
The next day a very angry Looma was sent along with the two Jedi with her bag packed with a few of her favorite toys and special possessions but mostly the necessity like clothes. Over the next few years this rage would fester inside of her unsatiated until she could not keep it hidden any longer.
The two Jedi safely delivered the 4-year-old yellow Twi'lek Looma Isana to the Temple and never would see her again, gone back on their missions to find more Force sensitive children. Looma was immediately placed into a youngling class to begin her training.
At first, the young Twi'lek was so heavily immersed in her new life and acclimating herself to the change of lifestyle, that she didn't have time to even think about her former life or family. A brief burst of anger slowly dissipated as she no longer had the energy to devote to such thoughts and energies, nor the time to do so. She took easily to her training classes, eager to learn how to control this "magic" she had played with since she could remember. The class where the basic touches of telekinesis was taught would become her favorite study and one she would excel in. Though, she was a very good student and towards the top of her class, she would never master any other skill as well as she would this one. For some reason, Looma had a predisposed ability for all Force techniques related to the mind, including telekinesis and telepathy. Though, her telepathy wasn't as developed as telekinesis was. Whether because of her genetics or just because she preferred to move tangible objects rather than just thinking things at others' minds, her teachers would never completely ascertain. But they leaned toward the latter. It would become clear that Looma had a stubborn streak later in her life.
Bored with other lessons on meditation, lightsaber combat and other "lesser" uses of the Force, Looma began rebelling around the age of 8. To her, she thought she couldn't learn any more, though, she was far from an expert at any aspect of the Force, even skills of the mind.
First, she only started by not leaving her room, preferring to practice on her own away from the other younglings. Eventually, the other Jedi found her out and brought her back to her classes to learn with the others, citing that she needed to be in a structured environment. If she stayed on her own at still a young age, interrupting her training, she might never develop fully as a Jedi. And with a nudge to her about being able to advance to padawan if she concentrated more, Looma was back in her classes.
With most, the prospect of becoming a padawan and continuing his or her career as a Jedi would be more than enough for her to focus on her training and classes.
However, despite her obvious intelligence and aptitude with the Force, the young Twi'lek just stopped applying herself and slipped down in the ranks. She went through her classes almost as if in a daze, not really paying attention to the lessons from the Masters and only thinking about ways to use her favorite powers for whatever she wanted. Concerned about her, a couple of the Masters, her teachers, had conferences with her, trying to figure out what was wrong, why she was doing so poorly in the classes she had been acing just years before. Again, they reminded her of her duty to the Order and recommended some extended meditation time for her. Perhaps, if she spent some quiet time alone communing with the Force, she would figure out what was bothering her and causing her to lose focus in her studies.
Looma preferred not to do any meditation, at least not in the way the Masters wanted her to. Now at the age of 10, she did take their advice and go out on her own, but she wasn't being peaceful. Instead, she used her time alone to practice out in a corner of the courtyard, using telekinesis to pluck leaves off of trees and buds off of flowers. Or somethings to terrorize a small bird by shoving it against a tree or rock. Only one time did one actually die.
Even more concerned about Looma, especially with her age rapidly closing on the dreaded 13, the Masters at the Temple involved with her training again spoke to her, voicing their concerns. Again, they heavily suggested that she return to her training, back to her classes. For Looma, this was the last straw. She was so sick of these Jedi telling her what to do. The Twi'lek lashed out at them with the Force. She didn't do any damage, she she was only a mere youngling attacking Masters, but they could feel the rage that was behind her actions, and they were very worried for her well-being. Looma could never pinpoint exactly what tipped her over the edge, whether it was thoughts of her sister and family that had become resurfacing during her brief meditation trysts, not being able to do what she wanted or a series of related causes including the former. But something indeed had snapped in her psyche.
Worried about the safety of other students and younglings, the Masters decided with heavy hearts to sequester Looma in her room with a lock even she could not open and that she would begin private lessons with them as a last-ditch effort to save her presence in the Order. Even with the focused training, the yellow Twi'lek still resisted. It was no fun for her to do what they wanted her to do. To practice what they wanted her to practice. She resented every moment of her one-on-one training sessions. The Jedi Masters worked hard to bring her focus back but to no avial. When her 13th birthday came, they no longer had time, or hope, for her. There was nothing else they could do for her. Sadly, they had to let her go; they had other younglings to focus on and couldn't waste their time on her any longer. If only she had applied herself, they knew she could have become a great Jedi. Looma was scheduled for departure from Coruscant the next day. She would be going to the agricorps for the rest of her life.
Looma spent the next couple years of her life slaving away in the fields of Bakura as part of the Jedi agricultural corps. Her rebellious spirit had been broken by all the hard labor. She didn't dare do anything against her superiors or the other workers, also known as failed younglings such as herself. Though, while they were upset to be there and hated that they hadn't be chosen, the yellow Twi'lek was actually glad to be away from that claustrophobic Temple. Here, at least she was out in the elements. And she had free time, a little of it but had it, to do with whatever she chose. But most days, she just went to her bunk and fell on her bed exhausted, asleep within moments. Only to wake up the next morning to do it all again.
However, her mediocre life all changed when she came across a human, a young male one day out in the fields. She didn't recognize him, but that wasn't anything new. Looma didn't pay attention to most of those she was working with. It wasn't worth her time to be too friendly with anyone, and she was loner. Even when she was new at the Temple she didn't have many she could truly call friends. There was something familiar about this human, but she couldn't place it. Perhaps she had seen him earlier while working or even glanced him years back at the Temple during a class. It was entirely possible; she gauged him to be of a similar age to her own.
Looma completely forgot about the small moment of recognization, as she always did when a face looked familiar to her. She was too busy working to deal with all that and too tired. But sometime after she had been on Bakura for over two years, a few months after she turned 15, she was forced to again take notice of the young male human. Near where she was working, she had noticed a commotion, an accident of some kind. Normally, she would just disregard it all and continue, but she saw that the human male she thought she recognized was involved. Curious, and wanting a break to stretch her legs, Looma walked over to where the hubbub was. He seemed to have gotten hurt, though she couldn't tell why. A few of the others surrounding him were attempting to help him and figure out what was wrong. Feeling the Force around her strengthen, she knew that a couple of the workers were trying to heal him. If she hadn't skipped out on her healing arts classes, or cared, Looma would have jumped in also to help. She was about to turn away when she noticed something in his eyes when he happened to glance her way while grimacing in some kind of pain. The same eyes she would see reflected back at herself while she was still at the Temple. The eyes of someone very frustrated.
After the other workers had finally returned to their work, leaving the young man laying there, Looma glanced around herself, then brought her tools closer to where he lay. She introduced herself and he said he was named Caleb. Looma couldn't understand why, but she began to confide in this Caleb. Perhaps because she saw herself in him. Though, they had different reasons for being frustrated and angry with their lives--her because of the family she missed and the horrible experience she had at the Temple, not able to do what she wanted and live freely; him because he was disappointed in his seeming lack of talent with the Force. In exchange for him being someone for her to talk to, Looma now used her meager free time to school him in what she could remember from the Temple, hoping that the lush environment on Bakura might help jump-start something within him.
Over the next year and a half they grew closer, their friendship turning into something more than platonic at times. On the pretense of wanting to practice or help strengthen their skills together, they would sneak out into a neighboring forest for little rendezvous together. There wasn't any visible change in Cal's connection to the Force that Looma could sense, but they could both tell that he seemed happier. And, for once, during these little moments they had together, Looma felt at ease herself. For the first time she could remember, she would smile. Somehow the workdays became more bearable knowing she had a very good friend, a partner, a lover there to share it all with. Someone who understood all her pain that she kept hidden inside of her.
[See Looma's Databank thread for more of her continued adventures.]
Equipment[/b]:
Bag o' Shards: A few dozen shards of scrap metal in a cloth bag
Color: metallic/dark silver
Lightsaber: Single blade, single phase, hilt is black and of simple, utilitarian design
Color: Red
Given to her by her old master, Shard
Lightsaber: Single blade, single phase
Color: Acid yellow, Barab ore ignot, hilt is blackened metal with gold fixtures and hardware
Given to her by her old master, Shard, upon his leaving of the Order
Lightsaber: Single blade, shoto
Color: Deep red-orange, hilt is blackened metal with gold fixtures and hardware with a small handle
Given to her by her old master, Shard, upon his leaving of the Order
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho - 3
Makashi - 1
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 5
Telepathic: 4
Body: 2
Sense: 3
Protection: 2
Healing: 1
Destruction: 1
Specialized Skills: N/A
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 4
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 5
Leadership: 2
Unarmed: 4
Melee Weapons: 2
Ranged Weapons: 2
Force Attunement: -2
RP Sample:
She giggled to herself, her lekku writhing behind her as the small toy rose into the air. At only three years old, the little Twi'lek didn't know that what she was doing was odd or weird or different. It just seemed natural that when she thoughts something, it happened. She had wanted the toy to float, and it did.
Alone in her room, she continued this with all her toys, but after three were floating and she was working on another, they all fell to the floor where she was sitting. She couldn't understand it. She had willed it to happen! But she had such a terrible headache. Angry at her toys, she glared at them, and one crinkled up. The yellow-skinned little girl gasped in surprise. She had broken her toy! And all because she was thinking bad thoughts at it.
Giggling again, she looked for another target but was interrupted by her mother calling for dinner. Loom'aisana ignored her mother, preferring to stay in her room and play. Distracted, her mother forgot her daughter and didn't realize until halfway through the meal, that her youngest wasn't at the table. She had become so tired and forgetful later after Leef had left. Looma barely noticed; her wonderful magic tricks took up all of her time. But her parents never knew of these tricks because she wanted it all to herself. They were hers, and her parents would never learn of them.
