Post by Squee on Dec 1, 2008 23:29:27 GMT -5
Name: Rayn Gera
Race: Human, mostly: background may judge some other near human genes
Age: 45
Height: 5’
Weight: 113
Appearance: A natural cream look rests on Rayn’s skin. She has calming sea green eyes and a mop of a cross over between a light brown, or according to some, she has a deep blond color for hair. She is a small humanoid specimen and not built thickly as some of the taller women may be. Rayn is known for her lack of strict posture, even around nobles, senators, Grand Masters, and such. She is a calm woman and therefore supports the relaxed mannerisms of one.
Though thin, any Jedi has to have some muscle. In this case, Rayn has great leg and core strength. She has to, to make up for what is lost in the arms. Rayn has no arms. The ability of upper body mobility is lost to her. It is not a battle scar. She was born oddly with no limbs attached to the torso.
Rayn wears robes with short sleeves, however, to emphasize the point of no arms. Her robes hardly match that of her walking stance. They scream proudly of a trained warrior. Many of her robes are made between leather and cloth; cloth for personal comfort and leather to add a decorative edge to her persona.
Birth place: Coruscant
Faction: Jedi
Rank: Master - Consular, High Council Member
Bio:] Rayn was born to a female Jedi and showed no sign of limbs as soon as she emerged to the waking world. Through wailing like the apocalypse was coming that moment, it was clear that even born with a defect, little newborn Rayn was a fighter. She flailed in the arms of doctors and kicked at arms as she was transferred into cloth to be wiped down. She never stopped crying. As soon as Rayn’s nostrils were cleaned so she could breath properly, her cries were long and loud. The missing limbs made it hard to hold her steady and carry her, as the doctors were used to infants with arms.
Rayn’s father wasn’t present. Of course he wasn’t. What male person would show to a Jedi giving birth to the creation that was their fault in the first place? There were several reasons he didn’t show immediately. One: the birthing place at Jedi Temple. Two: this place had Jedi doctors. Three: … he was a commander of the dark side. Four: he would not be welcomed with open arms, he knew.
Rayn was an innocent child, bearing nothing of her parents’ mistakes. At least the Jedi were insightful on this. However, her mother would not be able to care for her for long. In the days that followed after her birth, it was clear Rayn was gifted in the Force and strong by the sense of it. The Jedi helping to watch Rayn felt uncomfortable bringing her before the masters. She was small, and she had no arms. A Jedi usually learn the skills of a lightsaber early on in age. If Rayn was able to join the ranks of the Jedi, she wouldn’t be wielding a lightsaber any time in her life. She would have to focus on Force standards more, make up for what she did not have. Unless Rayn came up with something else as she grew older.
As for heritage: Mother was light side, Father was dark. How did such a star crossed love come to be? It’s like Romeo and Juliet… almost. Rayn’s father and mother were friends growing up in the Temple. Both were dedicated lives of the light side, wanting to explore every aspects of it. Curious, overwhelming curiosity, especially in Rayn’s father. As good friends as they were, Rayn’s mother was but nine months older than her father, and was made Padawan before the father. Luckily for the two, when Rayn’s father became a Padawan, he was placed under the guidance of a friend of her mother’s Master. Because of the friendship between the two Masters, many missions that required two Jedi teams were assigned to them. And therefore the Padawans still had a very strong relationship.
In the middle of their teenaged years, the two teams were assigned a duo mission to Korriban. It was a check up mission, and also to investigate a few disturbances received by the locals. It was supposed to be a fairly easy, in an out kind of mission. The mission took a turn for the worst. The teams were coaxed into a tombs, where the people digging around in them claimed to hear strange noises and the Force sensitive said they were queasy. Braving the further darkness of the planet, they decided to do their best to ease the minds of these people.
Rayn’s mother and her master stayed near the front part of the tomb, checking every hallway, every nook, every cranny, doorway, whatever. The young boy and his master ventured into the heart of the tomb, where the darkness was greatest.
Neither returned.
The young lady and her mentor were tentative about stepping any further into the tomb if the boy and master hadn’t returned. They were a strong couple, perhaps more so than Rayn’s mother and HER master together. It was close and unsure about that. Rayn’s mother was left at the face of the tomb and her master went into the tomb alone. When she returned, she was a coat of dust and cobwebs, and her emotions were pouring sadly. There were two lightsabers clutched in her grasp, but she explained she had only found the body of the young male’s master. It was thought Rayn’s father had met a similar fate.
Ten years later, those conclusions were proved false. Rayn’s mother received a mysterious message one day, on a specific recorder that was carefully delivered to the young Jedi Knight. When she watched and listened to it, she almost cried. The boy had lived, grown to be a man, but was seriously changed: the dark side was in his veins. It was unsure how his turn had taken place, but it mattered not for a Jedi Knight who had such strong feelings for her oldest friend. An older friend that had an affect on the young woman to think naïvely that perhaps he could be turned back. Maybe, just maybe…
But her first several meetings, she failed to do so. But neither destroyed one another. They simply met time and time again, and friendship became much more.
You can expect Rayn’s mother was severely punished after Rayn’s birth. Jedi were not supposed to love, and they most certainly were not supposed to be any lovers of a Dark Jedi. For goodness sakes, if you were going to love someone, at least love another in your own faction! She was exiled, and it is believed she went to Rayn’s father the rest of her life. Maybe, maybe not. One thing was for certain: she was never heard from again.
Early years to 13
Cybernetic arms. Why didn’t the girl have any? First of all, who likes someone trying to force a machine onto your arm at age four? Rayn certainly didn’t. At four, Rayn could only comprehend this: It was cold, it looked heavy, and it didn’t look very promising. Rayn refused the mechanical arm with a stubborn “NO!” on multiple occasions. Nothing that belonged on her droid caretaker was going to be placed on her!
The older Rayn became during these years, the more she became aware the benefits of wearing a cybernetic arm. However, and during her growth spurt (which was a short time as she ended at 5’ when she was fourteen) the arm would have to be changed on an occasional basis. Reading up on cybernetic arms, Rayn simply just didn’t want to do it. She developed this belief that anything that was remotely like a droid stayed on a droid. Humans and sentient beings had their own body parts and droids had theirs.
Even though it was tough on Rayn, and even CJ attempted to convince Rayn of the use of machined arms, the young girl would shake her head and state that word, “No.”
Being a youngling in the Jedi without any arms was tough. She couldn’t participate in lightsaber skills class. Instead, she had one on one exercises with a master of the Force, a consular. Because Rayn had no arms, she couldn’t use her arms to direct the Force. Using the Force would require a concentration of the mind. Her eyes became the directing motion of the Force. In the beginning of the lessons, when she could understand to some degree, it was taught to her how the mind would affect the Force. The mind and Force this, and mind and Force that. It was the only path Rayn could follow. She had to understand this early on.
On the side note, she could get dressed on her own fairly easily by the time she was five. Rayn also had her own droid: a version of a protocol droid known as CJ to Rayn. CJ usually accompanied Rayn around the Temple, except for the classrooms. She remained outside during lessons. In many ways, the droid defended Rayn against criticism for her lack of limbs. CJ, to Rayn, was her mother in more ways than one. The droid helped her carry food, tuck her into bed, clean clothes, and other things that can only be accomplished by hand.
That is, until Rayn began to pick up things and start achieving everyday goals on her own with the help of the Force. When she was eight, she managed to brush her teeth by willing the brush up and down while staring at her mouth in the mirror. It worked, and for a droid, CJ was immensely proud. Things only became better for Rayn. Those bullies Rayn had faced were growing up and not so much as a nuisance. Any friends Rayn had were always very encouraging on her progress with the Force. Rayn would constantly float objects into the air and move them around as practice. As months went by, those practice objects became a bit bigger.
When she was eleven, her personal trainer believed her ready enough in the Force to help her in another area: combat. There was always the likelihood that Rayn was going to end up facing someone with a lightsaber. Though the hope the days never came, her trainer help her learn dodging acrobatics. Many of the simple acrobatics Rayn had learned with friends over the last few years. Somersaults on the ground, in the air, with the backwards somersaults and the backward rolling. Rayn added air cartwheels to the left and the right. She did so many flips on her own body power she broke into a sweat. Her trainer would take a training lightsaber and , beginning slow, would ease her into a routine of merely dodging away from the furiously flying weapon.
It was during one of the first exercises that Rayn found out she could get a quick glimpse into the future, just enough for her to be able to dodge some attack. As the exercises grew faster and more difficult, these flashes would happen if her trainer added some random switch in movement, or another strike that Rayn wouldn’t have been able to dodge without the Force warning her. In fact, her trainer was surprised that she had dodged an attack she couldn’t see with her own eyes during one of the advanced exercises. These flashes became part of Rayn’s dependency in the Force.
By the time she was thirteen, she was as on track as any ready-to-be-Padawan could be. Her master was known to be Juy Kil, a female Falleen Jedi with a super calm personality and a consular at heart. Juy was also a healer and protector on the sidelines, preferring to cover her companions from the back and front, and a skilled user of Battle Meditation.
Thirteen to Twenty-four
During these years was when Rayn fell more behind in her training than many other Jedi. She was one of the older Padawans when she finally graduated to Knighthood, but she was grateful for the extra time spent with Juy. Juy had helped Rayn discover her talent in the Force. Because of her dependency on the power, Juy had directed Rayn more toward the area of healing and protecting, as Juy was herself. Rayn, however, could take on more serious cases, and perhaps perform more delicate surgeries is need to be. Rayn’s flashes of visions in the Force helped in this area.
Battle meditation became a great study for a young Rayn. Juy had unfolded the gift a little at a time for her Padawan. When Rayn was sixteen, nearly seventeen, she was put in a simulating situation where she had to command a battle field of friendly starships. Many, many times Rayn failed the simulator. It was difficult: grasping the fundamentals of the Force to focus it with Battle Meditation was very stressful on Rayn. The first time she completed the simulation without failing was a cause for a celebration for both Juy and Rayn.
Protection. Protect others. It was engrained in Rayn’s mind. It was what her gut told her to do. It always had and Rayn had not known it. But, when Juy guided her along this path, Rayn had accepted it with much enthusiasm. To protect and heal was Rayn’s special gift to the group on major mission operations.
And there were plenty of group missions for Juy and Rayn to participate in. All these skills Rayn had worked on during her childhood and these years as a Padawan were put to the test. There were even some circumstances where Rayn and her master were assigned to a certain, floating station somewhere in the galaxy, where Rayn practiced Battle Meditation often. In some places, she and Juy were to be a planet’s “pet Jedi” as many people called it. Rayn had spent time healing hostages taken by a criminal. Diplomacy had been learned on her own. She talked one person out of suicide once, and another time failed. On another occasion, she had failed and won: the person had jumped off the building but Juy had been there to slow the descent and catch the guy.
Rayn’s life as a Padawan was active. There were such missions that made her and Juy hop from planet to planet. Missions as I said before, took place in groups, where Rayn would use her talents to create protection for her companions and boost their body’s abilities with the Force, providing healing where needed. Because she didn’t carry a lightsaber, however, Rayn had someone protecting her against another with a vibrosword… or even a lightsaber. At first, such protection had annoyed little Rayn, but as she matured, Rayn understood the necessity of being guarded.
CJ still remained at Rayn’s side. No matter where they went or what happened, CJ was a welcoming sight on the ship or in the apartments. Mission work was done without the droid, but that was to be expected.
Twenty-four to here on out
Rayn is still an active person. She has been given many missions, but hardly one that she is by herself in the start. Several have been without a Sentinel or a Guardian, and on a few of those has Rayn had to contact for help. Such diplomatic missions had turned into much bigger problems. This was usually the result of miscommunication between the Jedi and the planet’s issues.
For the most part, Rayn had been a successful Jedi. CJ remains at her side, and Rayn was able to earn a droid to help her on missions. While CJ remained a protocol droid, Rayn’s HK droid, who Rayn gave the nickname “Hiccup” to, became a mission’s droid wherever Rayn went herself. Walking through the Temple, she can be seen with one or both droids tagging after her.
Hiccup was given his nickname during one of his first missions with Rayn. His translator was bad, until Rayn got a replacement, and all he could emit on the occasion was a small sound that to Rayn sounded like a hiccup. So, instead of calling the droid by his numbers, the Jedi Consular called him Hiccup. The droid gradually accepted the name because Rayn was persistent to use it and was too stubborn to back off from such a cute name for a droid.
Hiccup, however, held a great deal of Rayn’s respect. On accident, on a mission, Rayn had gotten her and Hiccup captured by pirates. Evil criminals, the pirates were, with too much hatred and darkness for Rayn to convince to allow her to leave peacefully. Rayn ended up with a whack to the head and imprisoned in one of those Force restricting cells. However her droid companion did it, Hiccup managed them both off that ship. He absolutely refused to tell her about it, saying it would only embarrass her and that it was not necessary if it was a thing of the past. The droid had taken lessons on being stubborn. She left it be, but will ask randomly what ever happened on that pirate ship. Hiccup only tells her to not dwell on the past and leaves it at that. Maybe someday Rayn will know.
A few weeks after the encounter with the pirates, Rayn decided to settle for a Padawan. She liked to visit the younglings as they trained when they were seven and eight. The pitched tournaments between up-coming Padawans was most interesting as each nearly thirteen youngling could show off his or her skill, attempt to make the best impression on the Knights coming to speculate them. Who knew, perhaps just one of those Knights could be a master in the near future. As much as the tournaments had an impact with Rayn, she found her Padawan in the meditation chambers long past his curfew. A boy he was of eleven then, but a note taker of the Force. As flustered as the boy had been when Rayn disturbed him to gently remind him of the curfew, she managed to understood that he had lost track of time while studying to Force and she saw as he jotted down a few notes before jumping up, mumbling a quick apology and, with a bow, fled quickly to his quarters. Polite, thoughtful and mindful boy, who she watched for a while. He never meant harm and was gentle around his peers. Occasionally, as Rayn would hide around to watch him, he would turn and make a brief eye contact, allowing her the knowledge that he knew she was there. It was what Rayn needed to know. Few weeks she might’ve been looking forward to, but waiting a year would be worth it.
Rayn couldn’t have been happier on her choice of Padawan. There were a few bumps in the road in the beginning, as the boy was somewhat… concerned that his Master was one who had no arms. Slightly miffed on this decision, it took several days to weeks to come to actually enjoy Rayn around. Her personality was adaptable and in many ways he found that he could relate to her as she started the first weeks slow as a get-to-know-one-other thing.
He pursued lightsaber combat when at the many long stays at the Temple. His meditation was predictably straight after, in which Rayn would join him after watching the sparring matches he threw himself in. She found it downright funny when he bit off more than he could chew, which happened many times as he learned more self-control and gained the knowledge to think things through a little further first. As a Padawan, he had a knack for getting in trouble on missions, or came to a dead end, or what he believed a dead end. Don’t worry, though, Hiccup and Rayn were there to bail him out.
Her Padawan had a bizarre taste in languages, however. He would hound the library for devices that taught different languages, and he would hunch over his bed, or cot, or seat, staring for hours on a datapad. Languages was the start of the steps he took toward his Jedi career. Having Rayn for a master helped as well. As Rayn focused on healing, so would her Padawan. In his later teens, he focused more on healing and medicine, incorporating his languages with the medicines. As he graduated onto Knighthood, he became a Knight with a successful career in medicine, first guided by Rayn’s insight on healing.
It wasn’t long after her graduated Padawan left her did she start receiving a decent amount of diplomatic or political missions: whether it was negotiating with war officials or simply helping one politic from one planet to the next. There were times she ended doing two missions in one, hooking up with another group of Jedi to lend a helping hand. Many of these missions were time consuming tasks and simple enough they didn’t require much of Rayn. One or two times did a situation get out of hand, but by the time the Council sent out another time, Ryan and Hiccup would have it under control. Upon returning to the Temple after a string of three missions, she was promoted to the rank of Master based on her performance on the missions.
She was to make sure a certain official of the Senate was delivered to his home planet for a brief vacation. From there, she peeled to another group of Jedi who were studying old relics of the planet’s history. The Senator was placed in other careful hands, don’t worry. Hiccup was put to use in translating a few of the scribbles that were on the scrolls. There was one trip to a cave, a couple of Padawans were curious about the force sensitivity of it, that Rayn utilized the Force to prevent a slate of rocks and earth from falling over a young bothan Padawan. She hadn’t wanted to squelch their curiosity of the cave and the Padawans did learn the gift of observation from the trip - with a simple upraising of an eyebrow when they ran back to her side. Historians had to watch their surroundings no more than a normal Knight did. Her last request on the planet was to a court decision to meet up with another diplomat from Coruscant. To Rayn, it was a bunch of courier missions but with sentient beings.
Rayn is known to be one of the calmest Jedi. Her personality is naturally kind and gentle, and she is always willing to lend one a hand, as a metaphor, of course. Rayn has spoken to many Youngling classes, giving out advice that the teachers call extremely helpful with the children’s lessons. Force classes have been instructed by her. During lightsaber demonstrations, she has executed her dodging routine with astonishing precision. When children watched her in a duel, they were always amazed by how Rayn could pin her opponent away with a swift command of the Force. After much dodging, of course, and performing a number of acrobatics.
She enjoys being a Master. She finds it nice to be able to stretch this far up when she has a lack of limbs. At least they’re only arms, and not the legs. And Rayn does try hard to keep her legs. Having a reputation can make her seem large in some eyes, and younglings are always surprised to find that she is a short character without arms. It makes her smile.
Rayn loves the Temple. She loves its life. She is always homesick on the first night away from the Temple if on a mission. The Temple is her home and a treasure to Rayn. She is safe there. And to Rayn, being safe is an important thing.
Lightsaber:
Color:
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Due to the fact Rayn has no arms, the art of a lightsaber is mainly lost to her.
Shii-Cho
Makashi
Soresu
Ataru
Shien / Djem So
>>Sub-form Backhanded
Niman
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield
Juyo
Double Bladed Combat
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 8
Telepathic: 3
Body: 3
Sense: 7
Protection: 6
Healing: 7
Destruction: 2
Specialized Skills:[/i] Battle Meditation
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 6
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 6
Leadership: 5
Unarmed:
Melee Weapons: 0
Ranged Weapons: 0
Force Attunement:
+5
RP Sample:
Sweat was dotting her brow. Even though her eyes were squeezed tightly to block out the salty perspiration, the water somehow managed to reach the sensitive eyeball and sting it. Maybe the forward tip of her head had something to do about the sweat rolling past her eyelids. And the only reason she was hot was because of the robes she wore tonight.
No, Rayn, focus, concentrate. Wait, what’s going on? The question was calm in her mind. She asked herself such questions on a regular basis. They were questions that may alarm her fellow Jedi into a full out panic mode. She couldn’t have them panicking. It was against the law. Rayn’s law. Her companions had to be calm, clear, and confident. Her three C’s.
“Statement: Miss Rayn, I would suggest…”
“Quiet, Hiccup.” She hissed, having to come out of her meditation just briefly to quiet her droid. He stood beside her, his rifle at hand, but at much ease. She had selected a safe location just outside the building. She was hidden between two walls and protected by a green of bushes. Hiccup blended in nicely with the walls except for his dimly glowing eye sockets. Rayn was crouched onto her knees, blow the bush’s maximum height. She couldn’t be seen.
She set herself back into the meditation. She felt her companions out, checking their vitals with the Force, sensing any discomfort of their bodies and sending soothing thoughts to the excited and rather frightened Padawan. The young one was with five other Knights, but that didn’t make the operation any less safe.
These six were waiting on Rayn. She had to survey the situation they stood before, on the other side of a door, actually. She reached with the Force some more, clearing her mind of her fellow Jedi for just a few minutes to analyze the situation. The heat spewing from the doorframe told Rayn of heated explosions of some kind, waiting to be detonated. There were nearly twenty able bodies in the room, holding the Governor against his will. She could sense the Governor’s pain. He was terrified, too, but mostly pained. These were his own people. He was distraught, to say in the least.
”Guin, you have explosives, and these men and women are ready for you. You might have to get crafty on this operation. They are clearly waiting for you to go through that door.”
A moment and the reply came: ”Do you suggest anything?”
Rayn struggled with her limit, but urged herself to stretch out again and search. There had to be some other way into the room. A section of her mind thought over this even as she probed the building, looking, searching…
”Is there a way into the ventilations?” she returned Guin’s question.
Another pause.
”I think something can be worked out, Rayn.” There was a shuffle of movement from her companions. Guin’s voice came once again through her mind. ”Why don’t you take a break, Rayn. That battle meditation of yours has to be eating at you. We’ll find a way into the vents. You relax. We’ll let you know if we need your assistance. Don’t worry for now. You’ve done a great service to this mission already. I think we can allow you a small break. After all, you watched the surrounding area while we slept earlier last night.”
”Thanks, Guin,” she replied. Rayn dropped out of her meditation and relaxed against the building with a sigh.
“Question: Are we finished yet, Lady Rayn?”
“You only have to call me that when we’re around the other Jedi, Hiccup. You should know this. I wish they wouldn’t make you use formalities. Call me Rayn.” She gave the droid a small smile. “And as for finishing, not just yet. We have a few bumps to go around. I have a good feeling about this mission. I think our Governor friend might just live...”
Race: Human, mostly: background may judge some other near human genes
Age: 45
Height: 5’
Weight: 113
Appearance: A natural cream look rests on Rayn’s skin. She has calming sea green eyes and a mop of a cross over between a light brown, or according to some, she has a deep blond color for hair. She is a small humanoid specimen and not built thickly as some of the taller women may be. Rayn is known for her lack of strict posture, even around nobles, senators, Grand Masters, and such. She is a calm woman and therefore supports the relaxed mannerisms of one.
Though thin, any Jedi has to have some muscle. In this case, Rayn has great leg and core strength. She has to, to make up for what is lost in the arms. Rayn has no arms. The ability of upper body mobility is lost to her. It is not a battle scar. She was born oddly with no limbs attached to the torso.
Rayn wears robes with short sleeves, however, to emphasize the point of no arms. Her robes hardly match that of her walking stance. They scream proudly of a trained warrior. Many of her robes are made between leather and cloth; cloth for personal comfort and leather to add a decorative edge to her persona.
Birth place: Coruscant
Faction: Jedi
Rank: Master - Consular, High Council Member
Bio:] Rayn was born to a female Jedi and showed no sign of limbs as soon as she emerged to the waking world. Through wailing like the apocalypse was coming that moment, it was clear that even born with a defect, little newborn Rayn was a fighter. She flailed in the arms of doctors and kicked at arms as she was transferred into cloth to be wiped down. She never stopped crying. As soon as Rayn’s nostrils were cleaned so she could breath properly, her cries were long and loud. The missing limbs made it hard to hold her steady and carry her, as the doctors were used to infants with arms.
Rayn’s father wasn’t present. Of course he wasn’t. What male person would show to a Jedi giving birth to the creation that was their fault in the first place? There were several reasons he didn’t show immediately. One: the birthing place at Jedi Temple. Two: this place had Jedi doctors. Three: … he was a commander of the dark side. Four: he would not be welcomed with open arms, he knew.
Rayn was an innocent child, bearing nothing of her parents’ mistakes. At least the Jedi were insightful on this. However, her mother would not be able to care for her for long. In the days that followed after her birth, it was clear Rayn was gifted in the Force and strong by the sense of it. The Jedi helping to watch Rayn felt uncomfortable bringing her before the masters. She was small, and she had no arms. A Jedi usually learn the skills of a lightsaber early on in age. If Rayn was able to join the ranks of the Jedi, she wouldn’t be wielding a lightsaber any time in her life. She would have to focus on Force standards more, make up for what she did not have. Unless Rayn came up with something else as she grew older.
As for heritage: Mother was light side, Father was dark. How did such a star crossed love come to be? It’s like Romeo and Juliet… almost. Rayn’s father and mother were friends growing up in the Temple. Both were dedicated lives of the light side, wanting to explore every aspects of it. Curious, overwhelming curiosity, especially in Rayn’s father. As good friends as they were, Rayn’s mother was but nine months older than her father, and was made Padawan before the father. Luckily for the two, when Rayn’s father became a Padawan, he was placed under the guidance of a friend of her mother’s Master. Because of the friendship between the two Masters, many missions that required two Jedi teams were assigned to them. And therefore the Padawans still had a very strong relationship.
In the middle of their teenaged years, the two teams were assigned a duo mission to Korriban. It was a check up mission, and also to investigate a few disturbances received by the locals. It was supposed to be a fairly easy, in an out kind of mission. The mission took a turn for the worst. The teams were coaxed into a tombs, where the people digging around in them claimed to hear strange noises and the Force sensitive said they were queasy. Braving the further darkness of the planet, they decided to do their best to ease the minds of these people.
Rayn’s mother and her master stayed near the front part of the tomb, checking every hallway, every nook, every cranny, doorway, whatever. The young boy and his master ventured into the heart of the tomb, where the darkness was greatest.
Neither returned.
The young lady and her mentor were tentative about stepping any further into the tomb if the boy and master hadn’t returned. They were a strong couple, perhaps more so than Rayn’s mother and HER master together. It was close and unsure about that. Rayn’s mother was left at the face of the tomb and her master went into the tomb alone. When she returned, she was a coat of dust and cobwebs, and her emotions were pouring sadly. There were two lightsabers clutched in her grasp, but she explained she had only found the body of the young male’s master. It was thought Rayn’s father had met a similar fate.
Ten years later, those conclusions were proved false. Rayn’s mother received a mysterious message one day, on a specific recorder that was carefully delivered to the young Jedi Knight. When she watched and listened to it, she almost cried. The boy had lived, grown to be a man, but was seriously changed: the dark side was in his veins. It was unsure how his turn had taken place, but it mattered not for a Jedi Knight who had such strong feelings for her oldest friend. An older friend that had an affect on the young woman to think naïvely that perhaps he could be turned back. Maybe, just maybe…
But her first several meetings, she failed to do so. But neither destroyed one another. They simply met time and time again, and friendship became much more.
You can expect Rayn’s mother was severely punished after Rayn’s birth. Jedi were not supposed to love, and they most certainly were not supposed to be any lovers of a Dark Jedi. For goodness sakes, if you were going to love someone, at least love another in your own faction! She was exiled, and it is believed she went to Rayn’s father the rest of her life. Maybe, maybe not. One thing was for certain: she was never heard from again.
Early years to 13
Cybernetic arms. Why didn’t the girl have any? First of all, who likes someone trying to force a machine onto your arm at age four? Rayn certainly didn’t. At four, Rayn could only comprehend this: It was cold, it looked heavy, and it didn’t look very promising. Rayn refused the mechanical arm with a stubborn “NO!” on multiple occasions. Nothing that belonged on her droid caretaker was going to be placed on her!
The older Rayn became during these years, the more she became aware the benefits of wearing a cybernetic arm. However, and during her growth spurt (which was a short time as she ended at 5’ when she was fourteen) the arm would have to be changed on an occasional basis. Reading up on cybernetic arms, Rayn simply just didn’t want to do it. She developed this belief that anything that was remotely like a droid stayed on a droid. Humans and sentient beings had their own body parts and droids had theirs.
Even though it was tough on Rayn, and even CJ attempted to convince Rayn of the use of machined arms, the young girl would shake her head and state that word, “No.”
Being a youngling in the Jedi without any arms was tough. She couldn’t participate in lightsaber skills class. Instead, she had one on one exercises with a master of the Force, a consular. Because Rayn had no arms, she couldn’t use her arms to direct the Force. Using the Force would require a concentration of the mind. Her eyes became the directing motion of the Force. In the beginning of the lessons, when she could understand to some degree, it was taught to her how the mind would affect the Force. The mind and Force this, and mind and Force that. It was the only path Rayn could follow. She had to understand this early on.
On the side note, she could get dressed on her own fairly easily by the time she was five. Rayn also had her own droid: a version of a protocol droid known as CJ to Rayn. CJ usually accompanied Rayn around the Temple, except for the classrooms. She remained outside during lessons. In many ways, the droid defended Rayn against criticism for her lack of limbs. CJ, to Rayn, was her mother in more ways than one. The droid helped her carry food, tuck her into bed, clean clothes, and other things that can only be accomplished by hand.
That is, until Rayn began to pick up things and start achieving everyday goals on her own with the help of the Force. When she was eight, she managed to brush her teeth by willing the brush up and down while staring at her mouth in the mirror. It worked, and for a droid, CJ was immensely proud. Things only became better for Rayn. Those bullies Rayn had faced were growing up and not so much as a nuisance. Any friends Rayn had were always very encouraging on her progress with the Force. Rayn would constantly float objects into the air and move them around as practice. As months went by, those practice objects became a bit bigger.
When she was eleven, her personal trainer believed her ready enough in the Force to help her in another area: combat. There was always the likelihood that Rayn was going to end up facing someone with a lightsaber. Though the hope the days never came, her trainer help her learn dodging acrobatics. Many of the simple acrobatics Rayn had learned with friends over the last few years. Somersaults on the ground, in the air, with the backwards somersaults and the backward rolling. Rayn added air cartwheels to the left and the right. She did so many flips on her own body power she broke into a sweat. Her trainer would take a training lightsaber and , beginning slow, would ease her into a routine of merely dodging away from the furiously flying weapon.
It was during one of the first exercises that Rayn found out she could get a quick glimpse into the future, just enough for her to be able to dodge some attack. As the exercises grew faster and more difficult, these flashes would happen if her trainer added some random switch in movement, or another strike that Rayn wouldn’t have been able to dodge without the Force warning her. In fact, her trainer was surprised that she had dodged an attack she couldn’t see with her own eyes during one of the advanced exercises. These flashes became part of Rayn’s dependency in the Force.
By the time she was thirteen, she was as on track as any ready-to-be-Padawan could be. Her master was known to be Juy Kil, a female Falleen Jedi with a super calm personality and a consular at heart. Juy was also a healer and protector on the sidelines, preferring to cover her companions from the back and front, and a skilled user of Battle Meditation.
Thirteen to Twenty-four
During these years was when Rayn fell more behind in her training than many other Jedi. She was one of the older Padawans when she finally graduated to Knighthood, but she was grateful for the extra time spent with Juy. Juy had helped Rayn discover her talent in the Force. Because of her dependency on the power, Juy had directed Rayn more toward the area of healing and protecting, as Juy was herself. Rayn, however, could take on more serious cases, and perhaps perform more delicate surgeries is need to be. Rayn’s flashes of visions in the Force helped in this area.
Battle meditation became a great study for a young Rayn. Juy had unfolded the gift a little at a time for her Padawan. When Rayn was sixteen, nearly seventeen, she was put in a simulating situation where she had to command a battle field of friendly starships. Many, many times Rayn failed the simulator. It was difficult: grasping the fundamentals of the Force to focus it with Battle Meditation was very stressful on Rayn. The first time she completed the simulation without failing was a cause for a celebration for both Juy and Rayn.
Protection. Protect others. It was engrained in Rayn’s mind. It was what her gut told her to do. It always had and Rayn had not known it. But, when Juy guided her along this path, Rayn had accepted it with much enthusiasm. To protect and heal was Rayn’s special gift to the group on major mission operations.
And there were plenty of group missions for Juy and Rayn to participate in. All these skills Rayn had worked on during her childhood and these years as a Padawan were put to the test. There were even some circumstances where Rayn and her master were assigned to a certain, floating station somewhere in the galaxy, where Rayn practiced Battle Meditation often. In some places, she and Juy were to be a planet’s “pet Jedi” as many people called it. Rayn had spent time healing hostages taken by a criminal. Diplomacy had been learned on her own. She talked one person out of suicide once, and another time failed. On another occasion, she had failed and won: the person had jumped off the building but Juy had been there to slow the descent and catch the guy.
Rayn’s life as a Padawan was active. There were such missions that made her and Juy hop from planet to planet. Missions as I said before, took place in groups, where Rayn would use her talents to create protection for her companions and boost their body’s abilities with the Force, providing healing where needed. Because she didn’t carry a lightsaber, however, Rayn had someone protecting her against another with a vibrosword… or even a lightsaber. At first, such protection had annoyed little Rayn, but as she matured, Rayn understood the necessity of being guarded.
CJ still remained at Rayn’s side. No matter where they went or what happened, CJ was a welcoming sight on the ship or in the apartments. Mission work was done without the droid, but that was to be expected.
Twenty-four to here on out
Rayn is still an active person. She has been given many missions, but hardly one that she is by herself in the start. Several have been without a Sentinel or a Guardian, and on a few of those has Rayn had to contact for help. Such diplomatic missions had turned into much bigger problems. This was usually the result of miscommunication between the Jedi and the planet’s issues.
For the most part, Rayn had been a successful Jedi. CJ remains at her side, and Rayn was able to earn a droid to help her on missions. While CJ remained a protocol droid, Rayn’s HK droid, who Rayn gave the nickname “Hiccup” to, became a mission’s droid wherever Rayn went herself. Walking through the Temple, she can be seen with one or both droids tagging after her.
Hiccup was given his nickname during one of his first missions with Rayn. His translator was bad, until Rayn got a replacement, and all he could emit on the occasion was a small sound that to Rayn sounded like a hiccup. So, instead of calling the droid by his numbers, the Jedi Consular called him Hiccup. The droid gradually accepted the name because Rayn was persistent to use it and was too stubborn to back off from such a cute name for a droid.
Hiccup, however, held a great deal of Rayn’s respect. On accident, on a mission, Rayn had gotten her and Hiccup captured by pirates. Evil criminals, the pirates were, with too much hatred and darkness for Rayn to convince to allow her to leave peacefully. Rayn ended up with a whack to the head and imprisoned in one of those Force restricting cells. However her droid companion did it, Hiccup managed them both off that ship. He absolutely refused to tell her about it, saying it would only embarrass her and that it was not necessary if it was a thing of the past. The droid had taken lessons on being stubborn. She left it be, but will ask randomly what ever happened on that pirate ship. Hiccup only tells her to not dwell on the past and leaves it at that. Maybe someday Rayn will know.
A few weeks after the encounter with the pirates, Rayn decided to settle for a Padawan. She liked to visit the younglings as they trained when they were seven and eight. The pitched tournaments between up-coming Padawans was most interesting as each nearly thirteen youngling could show off his or her skill, attempt to make the best impression on the Knights coming to speculate them. Who knew, perhaps just one of those Knights could be a master in the near future. As much as the tournaments had an impact with Rayn, she found her Padawan in the meditation chambers long past his curfew. A boy he was of eleven then, but a note taker of the Force. As flustered as the boy had been when Rayn disturbed him to gently remind him of the curfew, she managed to understood that he had lost track of time while studying to Force and she saw as he jotted down a few notes before jumping up, mumbling a quick apology and, with a bow, fled quickly to his quarters. Polite, thoughtful and mindful boy, who she watched for a while. He never meant harm and was gentle around his peers. Occasionally, as Rayn would hide around to watch him, he would turn and make a brief eye contact, allowing her the knowledge that he knew she was there. It was what Rayn needed to know. Few weeks she might’ve been looking forward to, but waiting a year would be worth it.
Rayn couldn’t have been happier on her choice of Padawan. There were a few bumps in the road in the beginning, as the boy was somewhat… concerned that his Master was one who had no arms. Slightly miffed on this decision, it took several days to weeks to come to actually enjoy Rayn around. Her personality was adaptable and in many ways he found that he could relate to her as she started the first weeks slow as a get-to-know-one-other thing.
He pursued lightsaber combat when at the many long stays at the Temple. His meditation was predictably straight after, in which Rayn would join him after watching the sparring matches he threw himself in. She found it downright funny when he bit off more than he could chew, which happened many times as he learned more self-control and gained the knowledge to think things through a little further first. As a Padawan, he had a knack for getting in trouble on missions, or came to a dead end, or what he believed a dead end. Don’t worry, though, Hiccup and Rayn were there to bail him out.
Her Padawan had a bizarre taste in languages, however. He would hound the library for devices that taught different languages, and he would hunch over his bed, or cot, or seat, staring for hours on a datapad. Languages was the start of the steps he took toward his Jedi career. Having Rayn for a master helped as well. As Rayn focused on healing, so would her Padawan. In his later teens, he focused more on healing and medicine, incorporating his languages with the medicines. As he graduated onto Knighthood, he became a Knight with a successful career in medicine, first guided by Rayn’s insight on healing.
It wasn’t long after her graduated Padawan left her did she start receiving a decent amount of diplomatic or political missions: whether it was negotiating with war officials or simply helping one politic from one planet to the next. There were times she ended doing two missions in one, hooking up with another group of Jedi to lend a helping hand. Many of these missions were time consuming tasks and simple enough they didn’t require much of Rayn. One or two times did a situation get out of hand, but by the time the Council sent out another time, Ryan and Hiccup would have it under control. Upon returning to the Temple after a string of three missions, she was promoted to the rank of Master based on her performance on the missions.
She was to make sure a certain official of the Senate was delivered to his home planet for a brief vacation. From there, she peeled to another group of Jedi who were studying old relics of the planet’s history. The Senator was placed in other careful hands, don’t worry. Hiccup was put to use in translating a few of the scribbles that were on the scrolls. There was one trip to a cave, a couple of Padawans were curious about the force sensitivity of it, that Rayn utilized the Force to prevent a slate of rocks and earth from falling over a young bothan Padawan. She hadn’t wanted to squelch their curiosity of the cave and the Padawans did learn the gift of observation from the trip - with a simple upraising of an eyebrow when they ran back to her side. Historians had to watch their surroundings no more than a normal Knight did. Her last request on the planet was to a court decision to meet up with another diplomat from Coruscant. To Rayn, it was a bunch of courier missions but with sentient beings.
Rayn is known to be one of the calmest Jedi. Her personality is naturally kind and gentle, and she is always willing to lend one a hand, as a metaphor, of course. Rayn has spoken to many Youngling classes, giving out advice that the teachers call extremely helpful with the children’s lessons. Force classes have been instructed by her. During lightsaber demonstrations, she has executed her dodging routine with astonishing precision. When children watched her in a duel, they were always amazed by how Rayn could pin her opponent away with a swift command of the Force. After much dodging, of course, and performing a number of acrobatics.
She enjoys being a Master. She finds it nice to be able to stretch this far up when she has a lack of limbs. At least they’re only arms, and not the legs. And Rayn does try hard to keep her legs. Having a reputation can make her seem large in some eyes, and younglings are always surprised to find that she is a short character without arms. It makes her smile.
Rayn loves the Temple. She loves its life. She is always homesick on the first night away from the Temple if on a mission. The Temple is her home and a treasure to Rayn. She is safe there. And to Rayn, being safe is an important thing.
Lightsaber:
Color:
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Due to the fact Rayn has no arms, the art of a lightsaber is mainly lost to her.
Shii-Cho
Makashi
Soresu
Ataru
Shien / Djem So
>>Sub-form Backhanded
Niman
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield
Juyo
Double Bladed Combat
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 8
Telepathic: 3
Body: 3
Sense: 7
Protection: 6
Healing: 7
Destruction: 2
Specialized Skills:[/i] Battle Meditation
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 6
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 6
Leadership: 5
Unarmed:
Melee Weapons: 0
Ranged Weapons: 0
Force Attunement:
+5
RP Sample:
Sweat was dotting her brow. Even though her eyes were squeezed tightly to block out the salty perspiration, the water somehow managed to reach the sensitive eyeball and sting it. Maybe the forward tip of her head had something to do about the sweat rolling past her eyelids. And the only reason she was hot was because of the robes she wore tonight.
No, Rayn, focus, concentrate. Wait, what’s going on? The question was calm in her mind. She asked herself such questions on a regular basis. They were questions that may alarm her fellow Jedi into a full out panic mode. She couldn’t have them panicking. It was against the law. Rayn’s law. Her companions had to be calm, clear, and confident. Her three C’s.
“Statement: Miss Rayn, I would suggest…”
“Quiet, Hiccup.” She hissed, having to come out of her meditation just briefly to quiet her droid. He stood beside her, his rifle at hand, but at much ease. She had selected a safe location just outside the building. She was hidden between two walls and protected by a green of bushes. Hiccup blended in nicely with the walls except for his dimly glowing eye sockets. Rayn was crouched onto her knees, blow the bush’s maximum height. She couldn’t be seen.
She set herself back into the meditation. She felt her companions out, checking their vitals with the Force, sensing any discomfort of their bodies and sending soothing thoughts to the excited and rather frightened Padawan. The young one was with five other Knights, but that didn’t make the operation any less safe.
These six were waiting on Rayn. She had to survey the situation they stood before, on the other side of a door, actually. She reached with the Force some more, clearing her mind of her fellow Jedi for just a few minutes to analyze the situation. The heat spewing from the doorframe told Rayn of heated explosions of some kind, waiting to be detonated. There were nearly twenty able bodies in the room, holding the Governor against his will. She could sense the Governor’s pain. He was terrified, too, but mostly pained. These were his own people. He was distraught, to say in the least.
”Guin, you have explosives, and these men and women are ready for you. You might have to get crafty on this operation. They are clearly waiting for you to go through that door.”
A moment and the reply came: ”Do you suggest anything?”
Rayn struggled with her limit, but urged herself to stretch out again and search. There had to be some other way into the room. A section of her mind thought over this even as she probed the building, looking, searching…
”Is there a way into the ventilations?” she returned Guin’s question.
Another pause.
”I think something can be worked out, Rayn.” There was a shuffle of movement from her companions. Guin’s voice came once again through her mind. ”Why don’t you take a break, Rayn. That battle meditation of yours has to be eating at you. We’ll find a way into the vents. You relax. We’ll let you know if we need your assistance. Don’t worry for now. You’ve done a great service to this mission already. I think we can allow you a small break. After all, you watched the surrounding area while we slept earlier last night.”
”Thanks, Guin,” she replied. Rayn dropped out of her meditation and relaxed against the building with a sigh.
“Question: Are we finished yet, Lady Rayn?”
“You only have to call me that when we’re around the other Jedi, Hiccup. You should know this. I wish they wouldn’t make you use formalities. Call me Rayn.” She gave the droid a small smile. “And as for finishing, not just yet. We have a few bumps to go around. I have a good feeling about this mission. I think our Governor friend might just live...”
