Post by Dire Wolf on Aug 17, 2010 0:56:26 GMT -5
Name: Tahlia
Age: 29
Race: Near Human
Father: Morellian
Mother: Theelin, Kiffar, Ocsinin, Morellian, Aphithiri, Hapan
Birthplace: Dantooine
Allegiance: Jedi Order
Status: Jedi Blades, former Investigator
Rank: Knight, Sentinel
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 120lbs
Appearance:
Tahlia appears to be one of the dredges of society with her seemingly unnatural shade of red hair, tattoos that crawl up both arms and down each flank to her feet. Metallic rings are pierced through her ears, a stud is imbedded into her nose, and a cigarette is almost always found in her mouth. Perhaps the only inclination towards one believing that her fiery red hue of hair is natural is that her own eyes hold a blood red hue. Well toned muscles one would expect from a warrior ripple beneath her skin, and her hands are calloused from constant use.
Whatever small percentage of her Hapanese heritige deciding to show through in the soft lines of her face but completely forsook her by the looks of her flat, waifish frame. Tali's hair is a vibrant red-orange hue that is complimented by the unsettling shade of crimson within her iris'. Her frame is buxom and curvy in all the right places. Tali's body is conditioned to be on par with a marathon runner despite the fact that the Force can aide her.
Her attire is generally anything but the dull and drab robes that are generally seen on a Jedi Knight. Being a former Jedi investigator generally gets one more comfortable with civilian clothes and notably uncomfortable in attire that makes it obvious as to your position as a Jedi Knight. When conducting military operations she is generally found in white plastoid armor that is standard issue to officers with a brown mandalorian style kama that swirls at her knees. A necklace with a single nexu tooth hangs around her neck. It never leaves her side. Tali has had a few nicks and scratches that turned into scars throughout her career as a Jedi. The most notable are a series of clean, circular scars at her abdomen, legs, forearms, and a grizzlier one just above her belly button.
Personality:
Put simply, Tahlia is an actress. Her personality shifts and molds itself into whatever the mission requires. One moment she can be the outspoken, undignified criminal scum that one would expect to find in rougher circles while the next she flip to be the quiet girl next door. More recently she has taken the role of soldier and leader thanks to her work with the blades. Years of this shifting personality has left its scars on her psyche, but she hasn’t lost herself completely.
When otherwise unoccupied Tali is a quiet woman though she's far from anti-social. The girl is simply a practitioner of the "its better to keep your mouth shut and let people think you're stupid than open your mouth and prove them right" philosophy. Once she considers a person to be a friend it's a rare thing to see her quiet in their company. This causes her to trip up on words or sometimes even stop mid-sentence to correct herself.
A long streak of selflessness has been seemingly bred into the girl over a lifetime of being a Jedi, and as such she’d often rather die than relegate herself to merely watching as an innocent person gets harmed. Her former role within Jedi wasn’t copaesthetic with this facet of her nature. Guilt has cropped up within her consciousness through the years, and the face of every innocent person she perceives as being responsible for haunts her dreams. Frequently.
The only time that the true Tahlia ever really comes out is in those few times when she finds herself alone. Whether its wrapped up in a book or playing hologames the girl finds some measure of solace in solitude. There she can be as loud as she wants, say what she wants, and act as she pleases without worrying about what someone will do or say in response. Namely dance. She loves to dance.
Ships/Vehicles: N/A
Equipment: (links in names)
x2 Nova Light Blaster mk22
Each is carried in a holster located on either hip.
x1 m-26c
Slung around her chest via a three point sling.
x1 m-24 APDW
Attached to a hardpoint on the small of her back.
Lightsaber: Shoto
Color: Blue
Stats:
Strength - Below Average
Agility - Above Average
Intelligence - Above Average
Charisma – Average
Force Stats:
Telekinetic- Expert
Telepathic- Novice
Body- Adept
Sense- Adept
Protection- Novice
Healing:– Novice
Destruction– Untrained
Skills:
Combat Training:
Rifle - Expert
Pistol - Expert
Mixed Martial Arts (including Broken Gate) - Novice
Force Training:
Force Concealment - Adept
Other Training:
Dancing - Master
Pilot - Expert
Slicing - Adept
Repair - Apprentice
Lanugages - Basic (Master), Huttese (Adept), Rodian (Adept), Shriiwook (Adept)
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho - Master
Shien/Djem So - Master
Bio:
Tahlia is the product of countless generations of interbreeding and courtship between more near human species than one would care to count. She knows for a fact that she has the blood of a Theelin, Hapan, and an Aphithiri coursing through her veins. There are multiple other quirks about her biology that she can't identify. Not that she ever dwelled on the subject for any spectacular length of time, she just considered it to be rather interesting that her lineage is spawned from countless cultures and peoples. Tahlia knows next to nothing of her parents. She was still in her infancy when her mother discovered her sensitivity towards the Force and delivered her to the Dantooine Enclave where she was also trained. Tali knows nothing else and never bothered to inquire much else on the subject. Though that didn't stop her from musing on her family's fate, their faces, and even if they were wondering the same thing only vice versa at that very moment. It started as a comfort to think in such a way despite the supposed insignificant impact she had on their life, but quickly became far more than a comfort as time drew on.
Her years as a youngling were somewhat somewhat uneventful, besides the fact that she made a friend she'd have for a very long time. The girl had few real friends, the best of those few being another little girl named Rin. She had known and played with the girl since before she could recollect and was practically attached to her at the hip whenever she had the chance. It quickly became clear that they had a powerful force bond as they could easily understand each other's feelings and thoughts without a single word spoken between them.
But their time would quickly come to an end. Eventually a Miralukan man came and took Rin away to complete her training as a Jedi. It was a bittersweet goodbye. Tahlia knew that her best friend was going off to do what she was born to do, but the little girl would also miss her best friend dearly. Bonding to someone like that was obviously discouraged in the Jedi Order and it was quickly apparent why. Though it wasn't entirely her fault. She had a powerful bond with the girl after all. Tali kept up contact with her friend over the years and would regularly send her messages and updates on her progress.
On the eve of her tenth birthday the little girl was taken as a padawan by an aging Togorian weapon master by the name of Ingemar Odin. He was a gruff old cat, one who had a very harsh training regimen. The cat focused on conditioning her to run for miles on end without taking a rest. He would often make her go through the various katas of Niman to the point of exhaustion as well, correcting every tiny mistake until she had it perfected. At the time the girl loathed it, but as time progressed she found that the harsh kata training had imprinted the movements within her mind and turned them into muscle memory. They saved her life more than once. Odin also sent her through an odd course that involved something reminiscent of free running. She loved it. Running from building to building in the farming communities of Dantooine, doing things that even Jedi had never dreamed of accomplishing.
Shortly after she began to learn free-running the elderly Togorian handed Tali a blaster and the instruction of Erle Sampson. He was a well known land baron and former Republic Military, not to mention friend of the big togorian kitty cat. Erle's method of teaching was the complete opposite of Odin's. The man was calm, patient, and steady. He was even tender to the little ten year old girl. She was already a naturally competent marksman, but under Erle's tutelage her skills grew incredibly fast.
He was thankful that she found some way to conduct direct combat even if it wasn't with a lightsaber. While Odin never gave up on lightsaber training completely her training sessions with Erle picked up in frequency. Her studies with the more incorporeal applications of Jedi training picked up as well. Six years passed with virtually no missions that took the pair off world. Besides train in lightsabercombat, the Force, and marksmanship Tali also began to learn the basics of Force Concealment. She spent her time settling disputes, investigating a rare murder, and even chasing down a few bandits on occasion. Illum was the first world other than Dantooine that she visited, but the only objective was to craft a lightsaber.
Tahlia was sixteen when her master took her off to Illum. The girl spent nearly two months to forge her lightsaber, which was twice as long as the average padawan took to craft her lightsaber. She treated the shoto as if it was her own child even if her skills with it were sub-par. Neither she or her master had ever been prouder of the delicate yet deadly tool she'd created.
Odin and Tali returned to Dantooine after her lightsaber was finished, and was back for nearly a week before she felt a shift in the Force. A disturbance. As if some great object had been plucked from the bottom of a still pond, causing ripples to spread from the displacement. It felt personal. Close. Very close. Something whispered for her to find the old Togorian weaponmaster. Her search eventually drove her to Ingemar's quarters where she heard no reply to her knocking. After an immensely long wait (she'd gotten in trouble for getting worried and barging in once), she cautiously slipped into his quarters only to see him sleeping peacefully in his bed.
A sliver of worry shuddered the girl's heart as she edged closer to her master, unable to sense even the smallest shred of life within him. Tali didn't believe it. She refused to. Denied the inevitable truth that her master, the Ingemar Odin, had passed in his sleep. That is until she placed her hand near his nose and felt nothing. Nothing. No breath. Not even the most fundamental iota of life was left within him. Oddly enough, she remembered overhearing him telling a colleague that he planned on giving her his nexu tooth necklace when she was knighted. She slipped it from around his neck and kept it in her pocket for keeping until she became a knight. Tahlia believed that she knew the pain of loss before that day, but quickly discovered the crushing loneliness of a friend that moved away was nothing compared to the pain of losing a father forever. At least the ginger girl could still converse with her childhood friend.
The flame of her master's pyre was barely smoldering out before she felt the presence on the other side of her bond falter, doubt itself, and then change. It grew dark. It filled with a hatred and malice the likes of which Tali had never felt. Though a great deal of that hatred was turned inward, into self-loathing. Tali cried harder than she'd ever cried before in that instant. This could only mean one thing: Rin had fallen. Yet again, Tahlia believed that she knew the pain of loss, having just lost the man that she saw as a father. Losing two of the three most important figures in her life within the same week understandably crushed the seventeen year old girl's spirit, and even after the period of grieving for both was over she was left bitter for a time. Soon that bitterness flowed into other areas of her thought, namely about what she couldn't have. It didn't help that she would receive misery, hatred, or any of the other myriads of negative emotions seemingly at random. Through that still strong and powerful bond in the Force, of course.
For the first time in her entire career as a Jedi, the girl realized that she would never know the very same joys that "normal" people took for granted. She would never know the embrace of a lover, the joy of having children, or even the simple pleasure of having a lazy sunday. Her temper grew shorter by the day and she often found herself wallowing in a pool of self pity and misery. Her frequent marksmanship lessons with Erle ended abruptly, and the padawan seemed to cut off all ties to the world outside of her room. One day she happened to be wallowing in said pool when a peculiar woman walked by her room.
The woman lightly knocked on her door and asked for permission to come inside. Tahlia was a padawan, and it was obvious by the woman's presence that she was a Jedi Master, and a powerful one at that. It wasn't a request. The Master simply walked in and sat on the edge of Tahlia's bed after she was allowed in, and asked what was wrong in an oddly maternal voice. Ignoring it, the girl explained (in a whiny tone) her situation. The Jedi, Kirin Amnell, pondered for a few moments before offering a warm smile and a comforting response. "No, you can't. But that doesn't mean you can't find family, friends, even children, in the people around you."
Tahlia was quick to renounce the comforting words. She was seventeen and knew better than the Jedi Master. Though as time ran its course she gradually became more and more aware of the validity of that simple statement. She later found the woman for further advice. After a few weeks of talk Kirin agreed to complete the young woman's training to become a Jedi Knight. Later Tahlia found that Kirin was Ingemar's student as well. Her lessons with Erle resumed as well after Kirin's blessing was given.
That fact quickly became obvious: training under Kirin Amnell made Odin look lax. Tahlia was quick to notice little tricks and techniques used by the late Togorian though much of it was new and borne of Kirin's years as a Jedi Shadow. Kirin would have her padawan do hours of physical exercise without the use of the Force in any way, shape, or form. It was during this time that Tahlia built up a great deal of her strength and endurance. Not to say that she was weak before, but she attained a new level of fitness. Tali loved it. She loved feeling the protests of her muscles as she ordered them to go faster than they believed they could, and loved pushing them until they failed her even more.
Three years later, Tali felt a distinct shift in the Force Bond yet again. Happiness quickly came into her heart when she realized that shift came from that Force Bond. The one that she'd almost grown to hate over the years that Rin had grown dark. While she obviously couldn't have been sure of her friend's redemption through that force bond, she certainly inferred it long before she was told through conventional channels. When the girl finally returned to the temple, Tahlia was waiting there to welcome her friend with open arms.
One year after Rin's redemption Kirin and Tali were sent to protect a key outer rim senator from an insurrectionist uprising while he made an appearance for his campaign. It grew chaotic very quickly. Kirin sat beside the podium with a vigilance unlike anything Tali had ever seen. It wasn't long before the pair discovered the leaders of the insurrection: a dark jedi. Kirin instantly moved to intercept the dark jedi before he reached the senator. She left her apprentice behind to assist his security detail while he made his escape. The girl barely managed to wave off the blaster bolts from the numerous mercs and rebels that had inserted via spaceship. They didn't want him dead... just captured.
Tali insured that he was neither. Though she was left a little worse for wear. The Jedi fell just as the man made his way to his speeder where he was instantly huddled in and sped off. Blaster bolts peppered the girl's body, doing far more internal damage than a normal person could ever hope to recover from. Had Kirin arrived a moment later she likely would have perished. Kolto kept Tali alive long enough to get to Dantooine's resident healer.
Dantooine's Council decided that Tahlia had the trial of flesh. A few years later she was pitted against a simulacrum in the Dantooine enclave, and won after far too many unsuccessful attempts. This was her trial of skill. The trial of spirit was taken a few weeks after that when she worked herself into a trance, and fought with the darkness within the inner parts of her persona. Only after she won did she fall out of the trance, and made a knight the next day. Then, and only then, did she remove Ingemar Odin's nexu tooth necklace from her pocket and slip it around her neck. To this day she never takes it off, and is often found with her hand clasped around the little thing.
Freedom to act as she so chose was certainly welcome. Tali loved not having Kirin breathe down her neck during physical training, yet after a few weeks of rest and relaxation she promptly resumed running herself as if Kirin and Odin were watching her. She didn't go through twelve years of hell only to lose it all during the first month. That said, she had plenty of time to train herself seeing as she wasn't hastily given a mission to prove herself as she desired. A few months passed before the council of reconciliation deigned it necessary to give the fledgling knight a mission. She was sent to investigate a set of murders that simply baffled the Druckenwell authorities. It was a simple mission for any Jedi, or so they believed.
The sociopath on Druckenwell may have been a brilliant one, but he wasn't perfect. It was only a matter of time before he was caught. After finding a lead, she followed the carefully placed trail back to its source. The woman suspected that she was being lead into an ambush, but had no other choice than to push forward. Each of the clues and leads were just placed too perfectly. She would have to go over each scene once or twice before finding it, despite the fact that it was hidden in plain sight. Little did she know, the serial killer was far more than she or anyone else expected.
Unfortunately Tahlia didn't fully realize that the creature she hunted was a Dark Jedi master until it was far too late, and the trap was sprung. She fought against a better foe bravely but knew that she was outclassed and each second of her life was another one to be toyed with. That didn't stop her from trying to win, of course, much to the amusement of the Dark Jedi Master. The fight was anti-climactic and mostly consisted of the woman half-heartedly trying to turn her. It ended when Tali just happened to make a glancing blow on the elderly woman. This was a mistake. The elderly Dark Jedi stabbed at Tali again and again in an enraged fury. To end that deadly flurry, the woman threw the insolent little wench back with a stiff push of the Force, impaling her abdomen on a pole that jutted out from a building. The Dark Jedi left as if nothing happened.
Rin was able to feel that phantom pain across the stellar divide, and immediately headed towards Druckenwell. Yet again Tali found herself surviving by the luck of another person's timing. Tahlia knew better than to remove the bar from her abdomen. Instead she managed to cut the pole in front and behind her so that she was not only free, but less encumbered. Tali Rin got there first, and managed to help her to the nearest clinic for aid. Though a mixture of her own talents in healing and liberal use of kolto, the girl pulled through the abdominal wound. She still bears the scar to this day. After her recovery, the girl went back out on missions yet again. While she may have been more cautious, the girl was by and large unaffected by her near-death experience at the hands of the Dark Jedi.
Despite the failure of her first mission as a knight she was extended the opportunity to become a Jedi Investigator. Her ability to conceal her presence in the Force and aptitude for firearms made her a very effective undercover agent. As time drew on she spent less and less time on Dantooine, and even less time with the few friends she had made on the Sampson estate during her marksmanship lessons.
Over the next few years the Knight went on to take down more than a few criminal organizations. Despite her undeniable affinity for telekinesis she found that she couldn't apply it nearly as often as she'd like. Instead she found herself relying far more on Body and Sense more often than not. During this time her ability to hide in plain sight and adopt another identity was practically perfected. Her cover was rarely blown, but when it was she found herself relying on telekinesis and marksmanship to survive. Not to mention the tactics that Erle Sampson taught her as a young padawan.
Though she may have been sent out to the universe at large every time a mission was complete the woman returned home to Dantooine. She took befriended many of the people there, and even went so far as to help the workers of the Sampson ranch in their daily routine from time to time. Tali found physical work satisfying, and what she couldn't lift with her body was easily lifted with her mind.
Tahlia was twenty six when the watchman of Dantooine stepped down from his position to fill a greater one at Coruscant. The Jedi Council on Dantooine then did something very surprising: they offered Tahlia the position of watchman of Dantooine. Her heart soared. Not only could she assist the people of her homeworld, but also take the position that her late master had held years before. Tali happily accepted.
The watchman spent the next two years helping the people of Dantooine in any way she could. Force sensitive children were brought in to the enclave to become Jedi, murders were solved, and diplomatic relations were upheld. As time drew on she sensed something amiss with some of the wealthier members of Dantooine, but none would speak to her on the issue.
Then the Sith took the planet over. The republic and the Jedi were driven off the world by some of the very people that Tali called friend. She left the only home she had known with her brethren, vowing to Erle, Dutch, and the rest of her friends that she would return to take back their home. Despite her best protests and constant bothering of the High Council, nothing was done. The republic and the Jedi had turned their back on Dantooine. Her home.
Tahlia was heartbroken.
When Vreem and Rhissai splintered off from the High Council to form the Blades of the Order, Tahlia was among the first of the Jedi to join them. There was no way that she would sit by and allow the Sith menace to take more worlds, nor could she watch as other Jedi took back her home and liberated her friends.
RP Sample:
Crimson eyes locked onto their quarry like a pair of heat seeking missiles moving for the kill as the body attached sprinted at an almost reckless pace. All musings were out of her mind as she sprinted and hurdled over obstacles, be they there at the beginning of the chase or created when her mark threw them over in an attempt to trip her up. Unfortunately for him she was a Jedi Knight, and as such her aptitude for the arcane flowed into precognition. Dodging his desperate attempts to slow her down only slowed him down in return. After a short while he just stopped trying, and focused on escaping his pursuer.
During a diplomatic mission, Tahlia had heard of a plot to insert a Sith agent into the galactic senate. After the inital mission was completed, she found her way to Coruscant after following leads. The agent quickly ascended the political ladder, as well as gaining influence amongst the senators. Months. Months of chasing leads and doing tiny and harmless (or so she'd been lead to believe) favors for contacts in exchange for information lead her to them. Tali knew that it was a sentinel's job, but what kind of Jedi didn't strive to be versatile? She'd requested the assignement from the council simply so she could broaden her horizons to deal with anything that may arise.
After following leads, pulling strings and calling in (as well as owing) some favors, the woman finally managed to get a name. From that name she got a location, address, and even a false social secruity number. Her stupid move was actually trying to move on that location without any form aid, as the man quickly realized what was happening and bugged out before she could even blink. Which was where she found herself at that point in time; desperately chasing after a spy, and probably head first into one of the biggest traps she'd ever run into. Which was saying alot.
Back to the task at hand.
The Jedi watched as her quarry sprinted towards the edge of a construction site, leaping up and off of a massive bulldozer as if it were some kind of spring board. She followed in hot pursuit, being almost as nimble on her feet as her quarry was. Tali remembered her master running her through that harsh training, the art of parkour (or free running) included. She loved it, every second. The rush, the adrenaline, the absolute need to be physically perfect for success to be ensured. All without using the Force as a crutch.
She followed him, throwing a blast of telekinesis down at the ground just as she launched off to get more of an altitude boost. Her feet were the first to hit the beam, much like her quarry, and the tips of her fingers were pressed tightly to the inside of the steel as she kicked upwards with all her might. Shimmying like that was tougher than it looked, and it looked pretty tough. By the time she made it up, he was already launching himself off of the side of the building... and she followed him without question or hesitation. He wouldn't have gone up there unless there was a way down, or so her own false logic would dictate. As luck would have it, she was right, and he sprang off of crane's load of steel like some kind of graceful monkey.
Tahlia's face contorted into something of a smile as she leapt off of the side of the building, not really even knowing if there was something other than the ground to greet her. Adrenaline coursed through her veins as gravity tugged her guts downward, the wind rushed through her ears, and tossed flaming red hair about. She landed gracefully, but her jump off of the platform was anything but... though it didn't need to be. The force could correct her error.
It was then that he tried to jump onto a crane... and by then, the woman had enough fun. Running was fun. Free running was even more fun. But the possibility of losing the man she'd hunted for months... wasn't fun. Her grey eyes only rolled as she drew closer to the crane, waiting for him to get close to the edge before raising up her hand as if to wave at him. His speed, his position, his body, and his control of the three were no longer his own as he was ripped from the air by her will. She pulled him back towards her slowly so she could savor the sweet taste of victory. The chase spanned across nearly a three miles, all of which they'd both been sprinting across multiple levels. The spy looked as if he was about to die of exhaustion, while the Jedi barely looked phased. A light coat of sweat made her skin glisten, but nothing more. While she used a liberal amount of the Force, it wasn't enough to sustain her for that long. In other words, she did most of the work herself without relying on the ethereal energy field. "You know," she smiled and drew a deep breath, "I only wanted to talk."
Age: 29
Race: Near Human
Father: Morellian
Mother: Theelin, Kiffar, Ocsinin, Morellian, Aphithiri, Hapan
Birthplace: Dantooine
Allegiance: Jedi Order
Status: Jedi Blades, former Investigator
Rank: Knight, Sentinel
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 120lbs
Appearance:
Tahlia appears to be one of the dredges of society with her seemingly unnatural shade of red hair, tattoos that crawl up both arms and down each flank to her feet. Metallic rings are pierced through her ears, a stud is imbedded into her nose, and a cigarette is almost always found in her mouth. Perhaps the only inclination towards one believing that her fiery red hue of hair is natural is that her own eyes hold a blood red hue. Well toned muscles one would expect from a warrior ripple beneath her skin, and her hands are calloused from constant use.
Whatever small percentage of her Hapanese heritige deciding to show through in the soft lines of her face but completely forsook her by the looks of her flat, waifish frame. Tali's hair is a vibrant red-orange hue that is complimented by the unsettling shade of crimson within her iris'. Her frame is buxom and curvy in all the right places. Tali's body is conditioned to be on par with a marathon runner despite the fact that the Force can aide her.
Her attire is generally anything but the dull and drab robes that are generally seen on a Jedi Knight. Being a former Jedi investigator generally gets one more comfortable with civilian clothes and notably uncomfortable in attire that makes it obvious as to your position as a Jedi Knight. When conducting military operations she is generally found in white plastoid armor that is standard issue to officers with a brown mandalorian style kama that swirls at her knees. A necklace with a single nexu tooth hangs around her neck. It never leaves her side. Tali has had a few nicks and scratches that turned into scars throughout her career as a Jedi. The most notable are a series of clean, circular scars at her abdomen, legs, forearms, and a grizzlier one just above her belly button.
Personality:
Put simply, Tahlia is an actress. Her personality shifts and molds itself into whatever the mission requires. One moment she can be the outspoken, undignified criminal scum that one would expect to find in rougher circles while the next she flip to be the quiet girl next door. More recently she has taken the role of soldier and leader thanks to her work with the blades. Years of this shifting personality has left its scars on her psyche, but she hasn’t lost herself completely.
When otherwise unoccupied Tali is a quiet woman though she's far from anti-social. The girl is simply a practitioner of the "its better to keep your mouth shut and let people think you're stupid than open your mouth and prove them right" philosophy. Once she considers a person to be a friend it's a rare thing to see her quiet in their company. This causes her to trip up on words or sometimes even stop mid-sentence to correct herself.
A long streak of selflessness has been seemingly bred into the girl over a lifetime of being a Jedi, and as such she’d often rather die than relegate herself to merely watching as an innocent person gets harmed. Her former role within Jedi wasn’t copaesthetic with this facet of her nature. Guilt has cropped up within her consciousness through the years, and the face of every innocent person she perceives as being responsible for haunts her dreams. Frequently.
The only time that the true Tahlia ever really comes out is in those few times when she finds herself alone. Whether its wrapped up in a book or playing hologames the girl finds some measure of solace in solitude. There she can be as loud as she wants, say what she wants, and act as she pleases without worrying about what someone will do or say in response. Namely dance. She loves to dance.
Ships/Vehicles: N/A
Equipment: (links in names)
x2 Nova Light Blaster mk22
Each is carried in a holster located on either hip.
x1 m-26c
Slung around her chest via a three point sling.
x1 m-24 APDW
Attached to a hardpoint on the small of her back.
Lightsaber: Shoto
Color: Blue
Stats:
Strength - Below Average
Agility - Above Average
Intelligence - Above Average
Charisma – Average
Force Stats:
Telekinetic- Expert
Telepathic- Novice
Body- Adept
Sense- Adept
Protection- Novice
Healing:– Novice
Destruction– Untrained
Skills:
Combat Training:
Rifle - Expert
Pistol - Expert
Mixed Martial Arts (including Broken Gate) - Novice
Force Training:
Force Concealment - Adept
Other Training:
Dancing - Master
Pilot - Expert
Slicing - Adept
Repair - Apprentice
Lanugages - Basic (Master), Huttese (Adept), Rodian (Adept), Shriiwook (Adept)
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho - Master
Shien/Djem So - Master
Bio:
Tahlia is the product of countless generations of interbreeding and courtship between more near human species than one would care to count. She knows for a fact that she has the blood of a Theelin, Hapan, and an Aphithiri coursing through her veins. There are multiple other quirks about her biology that she can't identify. Not that she ever dwelled on the subject for any spectacular length of time, she just considered it to be rather interesting that her lineage is spawned from countless cultures and peoples. Tahlia knows next to nothing of her parents. She was still in her infancy when her mother discovered her sensitivity towards the Force and delivered her to the Dantooine Enclave where she was also trained. Tali knows nothing else and never bothered to inquire much else on the subject. Though that didn't stop her from musing on her family's fate, their faces, and even if they were wondering the same thing only vice versa at that very moment. It started as a comfort to think in such a way despite the supposed insignificant impact she had on their life, but quickly became far more than a comfort as time drew on.
Her years as a youngling were somewhat somewhat uneventful, besides the fact that she made a friend she'd have for a very long time. The girl had few real friends, the best of those few being another little girl named Rin. She had known and played with the girl since before she could recollect and was practically attached to her at the hip whenever she had the chance. It quickly became clear that they had a powerful force bond as they could easily understand each other's feelings and thoughts without a single word spoken between them.
But their time would quickly come to an end. Eventually a Miralukan man came and took Rin away to complete her training as a Jedi. It was a bittersweet goodbye. Tahlia knew that her best friend was going off to do what she was born to do, but the little girl would also miss her best friend dearly. Bonding to someone like that was obviously discouraged in the Jedi Order and it was quickly apparent why. Though it wasn't entirely her fault. She had a powerful bond with the girl after all. Tali kept up contact with her friend over the years and would regularly send her messages and updates on her progress.
On the eve of her tenth birthday the little girl was taken as a padawan by an aging Togorian weapon master by the name of Ingemar Odin. He was a gruff old cat, one who had a very harsh training regimen. The cat focused on conditioning her to run for miles on end without taking a rest. He would often make her go through the various katas of Niman to the point of exhaustion as well, correcting every tiny mistake until she had it perfected. At the time the girl loathed it, but as time progressed she found that the harsh kata training had imprinted the movements within her mind and turned them into muscle memory. They saved her life more than once. Odin also sent her through an odd course that involved something reminiscent of free running. She loved it. Running from building to building in the farming communities of Dantooine, doing things that even Jedi had never dreamed of accomplishing.
Shortly after she began to learn free-running the elderly Togorian handed Tali a blaster and the instruction of Erle Sampson. He was a well known land baron and former Republic Military, not to mention friend of the big togorian kitty cat. Erle's method of teaching was the complete opposite of Odin's. The man was calm, patient, and steady. He was even tender to the little ten year old girl. She was already a naturally competent marksman, but under Erle's tutelage her skills grew incredibly fast.
He was thankful that she found some way to conduct direct combat even if it wasn't with a lightsaber. While Odin never gave up on lightsaber training completely her training sessions with Erle picked up in frequency. Her studies with the more incorporeal applications of Jedi training picked up as well. Six years passed with virtually no missions that took the pair off world. Besides train in lightsabercombat, the Force, and marksmanship Tali also began to learn the basics of Force Concealment. She spent her time settling disputes, investigating a rare murder, and even chasing down a few bandits on occasion. Illum was the first world other than Dantooine that she visited, but the only objective was to craft a lightsaber.
Tahlia was sixteen when her master took her off to Illum. The girl spent nearly two months to forge her lightsaber, which was twice as long as the average padawan took to craft her lightsaber. She treated the shoto as if it was her own child even if her skills with it were sub-par. Neither she or her master had ever been prouder of the delicate yet deadly tool she'd created.
Odin and Tali returned to Dantooine after her lightsaber was finished, and was back for nearly a week before she felt a shift in the Force. A disturbance. As if some great object had been plucked from the bottom of a still pond, causing ripples to spread from the displacement. It felt personal. Close. Very close. Something whispered for her to find the old Togorian weaponmaster. Her search eventually drove her to Ingemar's quarters where she heard no reply to her knocking. After an immensely long wait (she'd gotten in trouble for getting worried and barging in once), she cautiously slipped into his quarters only to see him sleeping peacefully in his bed.
A sliver of worry shuddered the girl's heart as she edged closer to her master, unable to sense even the smallest shred of life within him. Tali didn't believe it. She refused to. Denied the inevitable truth that her master, the Ingemar Odin, had passed in his sleep. That is until she placed her hand near his nose and felt nothing. Nothing. No breath. Not even the most fundamental iota of life was left within him. Oddly enough, she remembered overhearing him telling a colleague that he planned on giving her his nexu tooth necklace when she was knighted. She slipped it from around his neck and kept it in her pocket for keeping until she became a knight. Tahlia believed that she knew the pain of loss before that day, but quickly discovered the crushing loneliness of a friend that moved away was nothing compared to the pain of losing a father forever. At least the ginger girl could still converse with her childhood friend.
The flame of her master's pyre was barely smoldering out before she felt the presence on the other side of her bond falter, doubt itself, and then change. It grew dark. It filled with a hatred and malice the likes of which Tali had never felt. Though a great deal of that hatred was turned inward, into self-loathing. Tali cried harder than she'd ever cried before in that instant. This could only mean one thing: Rin had fallen. Yet again, Tahlia believed that she knew the pain of loss, having just lost the man that she saw as a father. Losing two of the three most important figures in her life within the same week understandably crushed the seventeen year old girl's spirit, and even after the period of grieving for both was over she was left bitter for a time. Soon that bitterness flowed into other areas of her thought, namely about what she couldn't have. It didn't help that she would receive misery, hatred, or any of the other myriads of negative emotions seemingly at random. Through that still strong and powerful bond in the Force, of course.
For the first time in her entire career as a Jedi, the girl realized that she would never know the very same joys that "normal" people took for granted. She would never know the embrace of a lover, the joy of having children, or even the simple pleasure of having a lazy sunday. Her temper grew shorter by the day and she often found herself wallowing in a pool of self pity and misery. Her frequent marksmanship lessons with Erle ended abruptly, and the padawan seemed to cut off all ties to the world outside of her room. One day she happened to be wallowing in said pool when a peculiar woman walked by her room.
The woman lightly knocked on her door and asked for permission to come inside. Tahlia was a padawan, and it was obvious by the woman's presence that she was a Jedi Master, and a powerful one at that. It wasn't a request. The Master simply walked in and sat on the edge of Tahlia's bed after she was allowed in, and asked what was wrong in an oddly maternal voice. Ignoring it, the girl explained (in a whiny tone) her situation. The Jedi, Kirin Amnell, pondered for a few moments before offering a warm smile and a comforting response. "No, you can't. But that doesn't mean you can't find family, friends, even children, in the people around you."
Tahlia was quick to renounce the comforting words. She was seventeen and knew better than the Jedi Master. Though as time ran its course she gradually became more and more aware of the validity of that simple statement. She later found the woman for further advice. After a few weeks of talk Kirin agreed to complete the young woman's training to become a Jedi Knight. Later Tahlia found that Kirin was Ingemar's student as well. Her lessons with Erle resumed as well after Kirin's blessing was given.
That fact quickly became obvious: training under Kirin Amnell made Odin look lax. Tahlia was quick to notice little tricks and techniques used by the late Togorian though much of it was new and borne of Kirin's years as a Jedi Shadow. Kirin would have her padawan do hours of physical exercise without the use of the Force in any way, shape, or form. It was during this time that Tahlia built up a great deal of her strength and endurance. Not to say that she was weak before, but she attained a new level of fitness. Tali loved it. She loved feeling the protests of her muscles as she ordered them to go faster than they believed they could, and loved pushing them until they failed her even more.
Three years later, Tali felt a distinct shift in the Force Bond yet again. Happiness quickly came into her heart when she realized that shift came from that Force Bond. The one that she'd almost grown to hate over the years that Rin had grown dark. While she obviously couldn't have been sure of her friend's redemption through that force bond, she certainly inferred it long before she was told through conventional channels. When the girl finally returned to the temple, Tahlia was waiting there to welcome her friend with open arms.
One year after Rin's redemption Kirin and Tali were sent to protect a key outer rim senator from an insurrectionist uprising while he made an appearance for his campaign. It grew chaotic very quickly. Kirin sat beside the podium with a vigilance unlike anything Tali had ever seen. It wasn't long before the pair discovered the leaders of the insurrection: a dark jedi. Kirin instantly moved to intercept the dark jedi before he reached the senator. She left her apprentice behind to assist his security detail while he made his escape. The girl barely managed to wave off the blaster bolts from the numerous mercs and rebels that had inserted via spaceship. They didn't want him dead... just captured.
Tali insured that he was neither. Though she was left a little worse for wear. The Jedi fell just as the man made his way to his speeder where he was instantly huddled in and sped off. Blaster bolts peppered the girl's body, doing far more internal damage than a normal person could ever hope to recover from. Had Kirin arrived a moment later she likely would have perished. Kolto kept Tali alive long enough to get to Dantooine's resident healer.
Dantooine's Council decided that Tahlia had the trial of flesh. A few years later she was pitted against a simulacrum in the Dantooine enclave, and won after far too many unsuccessful attempts. This was her trial of skill. The trial of spirit was taken a few weeks after that when she worked herself into a trance, and fought with the darkness within the inner parts of her persona. Only after she won did she fall out of the trance, and made a knight the next day. Then, and only then, did she remove Ingemar Odin's nexu tooth necklace from her pocket and slip it around her neck. To this day she never takes it off, and is often found with her hand clasped around the little thing.
Freedom to act as she so chose was certainly welcome. Tali loved not having Kirin breathe down her neck during physical training, yet after a few weeks of rest and relaxation she promptly resumed running herself as if Kirin and Odin were watching her. She didn't go through twelve years of hell only to lose it all during the first month. That said, she had plenty of time to train herself seeing as she wasn't hastily given a mission to prove herself as she desired. A few months passed before the council of reconciliation deigned it necessary to give the fledgling knight a mission. She was sent to investigate a set of murders that simply baffled the Druckenwell authorities. It was a simple mission for any Jedi, or so they believed.
The sociopath on Druckenwell may have been a brilliant one, but he wasn't perfect. It was only a matter of time before he was caught. After finding a lead, she followed the carefully placed trail back to its source. The woman suspected that she was being lead into an ambush, but had no other choice than to push forward. Each of the clues and leads were just placed too perfectly. She would have to go over each scene once or twice before finding it, despite the fact that it was hidden in plain sight. Little did she know, the serial killer was far more than she or anyone else expected.
Unfortunately Tahlia didn't fully realize that the creature she hunted was a Dark Jedi master until it was far too late, and the trap was sprung. She fought against a better foe bravely but knew that she was outclassed and each second of her life was another one to be toyed with. That didn't stop her from trying to win, of course, much to the amusement of the Dark Jedi Master. The fight was anti-climactic and mostly consisted of the woman half-heartedly trying to turn her. It ended when Tali just happened to make a glancing blow on the elderly woman. This was a mistake. The elderly Dark Jedi stabbed at Tali again and again in an enraged fury. To end that deadly flurry, the woman threw the insolent little wench back with a stiff push of the Force, impaling her abdomen on a pole that jutted out from a building. The Dark Jedi left as if nothing happened.
Rin was able to feel that phantom pain across the stellar divide, and immediately headed towards Druckenwell. Yet again Tali found herself surviving by the luck of another person's timing. Tahlia knew better than to remove the bar from her abdomen. Instead she managed to cut the pole in front and behind her so that she was not only free, but less encumbered. Tali Rin got there first, and managed to help her to the nearest clinic for aid. Though a mixture of her own talents in healing and liberal use of kolto, the girl pulled through the abdominal wound. She still bears the scar to this day. After her recovery, the girl went back out on missions yet again. While she may have been more cautious, the girl was by and large unaffected by her near-death experience at the hands of the Dark Jedi.
Despite the failure of her first mission as a knight she was extended the opportunity to become a Jedi Investigator. Her ability to conceal her presence in the Force and aptitude for firearms made her a very effective undercover agent. As time drew on she spent less and less time on Dantooine, and even less time with the few friends she had made on the Sampson estate during her marksmanship lessons.
Over the next few years the Knight went on to take down more than a few criminal organizations. Despite her undeniable affinity for telekinesis she found that she couldn't apply it nearly as often as she'd like. Instead she found herself relying far more on Body and Sense more often than not. During this time her ability to hide in plain sight and adopt another identity was practically perfected. Her cover was rarely blown, but when it was she found herself relying on telekinesis and marksmanship to survive. Not to mention the tactics that Erle Sampson taught her as a young padawan.
Though she may have been sent out to the universe at large every time a mission was complete the woman returned home to Dantooine. She took befriended many of the people there, and even went so far as to help the workers of the Sampson ranch in their daily routine from time to time. Tali found physical work satisfying, and what she couldn't lift with her body was easily lifted with her mind.
Tahlia was twenty six when the watchman of Dantooine stepped down from his position to fill a greater one at Coruscant. The Jedi Council on Dantooine then did something very surprising: they offered Tahlia the position of watchman of Dantooine. Her heart soared. Not only could she assist the people of her homeworld, but also take the position that her late master had held years before. Tali happily accepted.
The watchman spent the next two years helping the people of Dantooine in any way she could. Force sensitive children were brought in to the enclave to become Jedi, murders were solved, and diplomatic relations were upheld. As time drew on she sensed something amiss with some of the wealthier members of Dantooine, but none would speak to her on the issue.
Then the Sith took the planet over. The republic and the Jedi were driven off the world by some of the very people that Tali called friend. She left the only home she had known with her brethren, vowing to Erle, Dutch, and the rest of her friends that she would return to take back their home. Despite her best protests and constant bothering of the High Council, nothing was done. The republic and the Jedi had turned their back on Dantooine. Her home.
Tahlia was heartbroken.
When Vreem and Rhissai splintered off from the High Council to form the Blades of the Order, Tahlia was among the first of the Jedi to join them. There was no way that she would sit by and allow the Sith menace to take more worlds, nor could she watch as other Jedi took back her home and liberated her friends.
RP Sample:
Crimson eyes locked onto their quarry like a pair of heat seeking missiles moving for the kill as the body attached sprinted at an almost reckless pace. All musings were out of her mind as she sprinted and hurdled over obstacles, be they there at the beginning of the chase or created when her mark threw them over in an attempt to trip her up. Unfortunately for him she was a Jedi Knight, and as such her aptitude for the arcane flowed into precognition. Dodging his desperate attempts to slow her down only slowed him down in return. After a short while he just stopped trying, and focused on escaping his pursuer.
During a diplomatic mission, Tahlia had heard of a plot to insert a Sith agent into the galactic senate. After the inital mission was completed, she found her way to Coruscant after following leads. The agent quickly ascended the political ladder, as well as gaining influence amongst the senators. Months. Months of chasing leads and doing tiny and harmless (or so she'd been lead to believe) favors for contacts in exchange for information lead her to them. Tali knew that it was a sentinel's job, but what kind of Jedi didn't strive to be versatile? She'd requested the assignement from the council simply so she could broaden her horizons to deal with anything that may arise.
After following leads, pulling strings and calling in (as well as owing) some favors, the woman finally managed to get a name. From that name she got a location, address, and even a false social secruity number. Her stupid move was actually trying to move on that location without any form aid, as the man quickly realized what was happening and bugged out before she could even blink. Which was where she found herself at that point in time; desperately chasing after a spy, and probably head first into one of the biggest traps she'd ever run into. Which was saying alot.
Back to the task at hand.
The Jedi watched as her quarry sprinted towards the edge of a construction site, leaping up and off of a massive bulldozer as if it were some kind of spring board. She followed in hot pursuit, being almost as nimble on her feet as her quarry was. Tali remembered her master running her through that harsh training, the art of parkour (or free running) included. She loved it, every second. The rush, the adrenaline, the absolute need to be physically perfect for success to be ensured. All without using the Force as a crutch.
She followed him, throwing a blast of telekinesis down at the ground just as she launched off to get more of an altitude boost. Her feet were the first to hit the beam, much like her quarry, and the tips of her fingers were pressed tightly to the inside of the steel as she kicked upwards with all her might. Shimmying like that was tougher than it looked, and it looked pretty tough. By the time she made it up, he was already launching himself off of the side of the building... and she followed him without question or hesitation. He wouldn't have gone up there unless there was a way down, or so her own false logic would dictate. As luck would have it, she was right, and he sprang off of crane's load of steel like some kind of graceful monkey.
Tahlia's face contorted into something of a smile as she leapt off of the side of the building, not really even knowing if there was something other than the ground to greet her. Adrenaline coursed through her veins as gravity tugged her guts downward, the wind rushed through her ears, and tossed flaming red hair about. She landed gracefully, but her jump off of the platform was anything but... though it didn't need to be. The force could correct her error.
It was then that he tried to jump onto a crane... and by then, the woman had enough fun. Running was fun. Free running was even more fun. But the possibility of losing the man she'd hunted for months... wasn't fun. Her grey eyes only rolled as she drew closer to the crane, waiting for him to get close to the edge before raising up her hand as if to wave at him. His speed, his position, his body, and his control of the three were no longer his own as he was ripped from the air by her will. She pulled him back towards her slowly so she could savor the sweet taste of victory. The chase spanned across nearly a three miles, all of which they'd both been sprinting across multiple levels. The spy looked as if he was about to die of exhaustion, while the Jedi barely looked phased. A light coat of sweat made her skin glisten, but nothing more. While she used a liberal amount of the Force, it wasn't enough to sustain her for that long. In other words, she did most of the work herself without relying on the ethereal energy field. "You know," she smiled and drew a deep breath, "I only wanted to talk."
