Post by zera on May 2, 2013 7:48:27 GMT -5
Name: Zera Winters
Age: 29
Race: Human
Birth place: Ship headed to Coruscant
Height: 5'5
Weight: 140
Eye Color: Light Blue
Hair Color: Fiery Red
Appearance:
Zera is rather small and slim, by no means looking threatening without further examination. Her bright red hair remains roughly cut to shoulder length as well as always looking relatively a mess, never really bothering to keep her looks in check nor truly caring. Her eyes are a shade of light blue, close to grey and tend to almost have a 'reflective' sheen to them making mirror reflections of whatever she is looking at in detail is quite often to see if someone get close enough to examine them. Her skin is a sickly shade of pale white, she has tried but simply can not seem to tan her skin, and thus has accepted her appearance.
Her normal clothing consists around her favorite jacket she picked up while traveling with a Merchant ship. The leather is dark black with a red trim on the inside and a hood. Inside the jacket there are light armored plates that protect Zera's chest area. Under it she wears a grey tank-top with a white undershirt. What can be exposed when her jacket is opened she usually bares another armored pad that holds two lightsabers, one horizontal, and the other mounted vertical. The one mounted vertical being her own lightsaber and the other being that of her now dead Padawans, one she prefers to not use. When people ask about them and she prefers them not knowing she is an ex-Jedi, she will often try to convince them that they are merely trophies for show, or bought off the black market for mere appearance means, but these lies can be seen through rather easily.
On with her clothing, the rest normally consists around basic jeans, torn and ragged from use, normally tucked in to ankle high boots.
When it comes to scars, Zera isn't lacking. There is three blaster bolt burn scars in her left shoulder, and on her right arm is the scar of where a training saber burned her arm during training, while it wasn't serious, it burned her skin enough to leave a scar. She has one last scar that runs diagonal on the right side of her upper back that looks like a slash scar from a blade or other sharp weapon, she does not like talking about that scar and tends to cover it up to the best of her ability.
Personality:
Winters is reletivly quiet, and many see her as quite the loner but funny enough she does not like being alone. She longs for the company of others but she never seems to know what to say and tends to have to resort to awkward silences or trying sarcastic remarks to clear the air. She isn't very good at getting her emotions across and has a rough time in trying to speak to a large group of people.
She has next to no faith in herself when it comes to leading anything since the death of her Padawan, she sometimes admits she has trouble even looking at herself in the mirror a lot. Saying Curiosity killed the Cat gives a whole new meaning when it comes to Winters, she is extremly curious to new things dangerous and otherwise, people or objects, and often loves discovering new things she did not know about prior to the encounter.
Some call her an adrinaline junkie, but this is not quite true. She does not look for danger, danger seems to find her. She has been called a "magnet for trouble" as well, this is more an accurate assumption than anything else she can be called in this department. Zera has been cursed from a young age with bad luck, and she often brings it up. How terrible things seem to go when she plays cards, life in general seeming to always find a way to make her slip up. She's not the luckiest person ever, this is obvious. It saddens her in some aspects of life.
Since leaving the order, she as begun to devealop a sense of humor she used to not have, shes known to be sarcastic, smart mouthed, snippy, and rather cheeky. Jokes tend to fly over her head quite often and an explaination will be needed, but other than that she will joke around whenever she feels the need to, which is quite often considering how socially awkward she is.
Profession: Fringer
Mastery Level: Knight
Previous Faction/Rank: Jedi Order, Knight
Equipment:
-Blaster Pistol
-Her personal lightsaber
-Her dead Apprentice's lightsaber
-Leather Jacket with very thin armored plates sewn in around the chest
Starship: N/A
Skills:
Lightsaber: Both are Single Bladed, and Single phase
Color: 1.Orange, 2.Blue.
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho: 5
Makashi : 2
Soresu : 0
Ataru : 3
Shien / Djem So: 1
>>Sub-form Backhanded: 0
Niman: 0
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield: 1
Juyo: 0
Double Bladed Combat: 0
Force-Sensitive Attributes:
Telekinetic: 4
Telepathic: 5
Body: 2
Sense: 3
Protection: 3
Healing: 2
Destruction: 0
Specialized Powers:
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 4
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 6
Leadership: 3
Unarmed: 0
Melee Weapons: 1
Ranged Weapons: 2
Bio:
Zera wasn't one in the world you could consider "lucky", even from a young age things seemed to go wrong around her. Nothing ever seemed to go right for her no matter what. Born on a ship headed to Coruscant, Zera's mother from very early on in the pregnancy showed that she did not want the child. When she was born, her mother took care of her, to a point that is. The one who really cared for the child was her grandmother, a kind older woman who wanted nothing but the best for her grand daughter through most of her younger years.
While her mother focused on becoming "famous" and threw what little credits they had out to useless endeavours, Zera's grandmother educated and cared for her, the childs first word was even "Nana", rather than what you would normally see in "Mommy" or "Daddy". The love from her grandmother was cut short however when the old woman became sick when Zera reached the age of three. She was bed ridden for a long time, almost two years in fact. Two years where Zera would do her best, despite being so young, to care for her grandmother. She would bring her water, and what little food she could attain in the house due to her small stature at the time. She tried her best to help her grandmother, while her mother would rarely be home. But it proved fruitless in the end.
Zera's grandmother passed away a few weeks after the girls fourth birthday, in the hour before she died, she brought her little grand daughter up in to bed to sit in her lap and began telling her a story, the story of the Jedi. How they were the protectors of the galaxy. Warriors of the light. This sparked an interest in the girl, though she spoke little as a child, one could ofte hear her muttering about Jedi quite often after her grandmothers death. The old woman smiled at her granddaughter after telling the story and told her to sleep. As soon as Zera did, her grandmother also did, the difference is, she didn't wake up.
When she awoke, to all things she could wake up to, it was her mothers yelling. She was drunk and half naked, demanding that Zera's grandmother make her food... But when she didn't wake up, her drunken mind didn't process, and she instead told Zera to make her the food. When the girl tried to explain she didn't know how to cook, only retrieve food, her mother slapped her in response and yelled more. Among the sobbing and pain, something in the girl compeled her to run. Zera ran from her mother, wanting to get away from all of it. From her grandmothers body. From her mothers abuse. Her drunken mother chased her sure, but even with as young as she was, she could outsmart a drunk madwoman.
She found herself hiding in an alleyway, sobbing, scared. She was four, almost five. She wasn't meant to handle things like this. She was meant to be a child, live a carefree existance, be innocent to these kinds of things. But no, this was one of the turning points in Zera's life, one that would determine everything else from that moment on. After a day hiding in the crowds and alleyways, fate found her. Or rather, what she sees it as, The Force.
A Jedi Knight by the name of Cale, a human male having been a knight for two short years, found the girl curled up in an alleyway as he was passing through the streets of Coruscant. To say the least, Zera was a bit overwhelmed by the presence of a Jedi. A short conversation about her and her rather depressing situation with her mother and grandmother. Cale sensed the Force in Zera, and he went on to tell her she could become a Jedi if she tried. This excited Zera obviously, it almost made her forget the whole situation. But Cale explained that first he would need her mothers permission to take her to the Jedi. While hesitant, Zera agreed to this and led Cale back to her mothers apartment.
She was to sit quietly in her room while her mother and Cale spoke in the living room. It became a heated disscussion at some points, but Cale being rather charismatic convinced her mother that it would be best that Zera come with him to the Jedi after maybe an hour and a half of talking. She was taken from her mess of an old life in to the glories of what her grandmother told her about, of course she was happy about it, she only wished that her Grandmother was there to see her off. But unfortunatly, that was not the case for obvious reasons.
When she came of the correct age, her training began. She showed an obvious yerning to learn through her early years, focusing on her training and studies to the best of her ability and loved every moment of it, especially when it came to training lightsaber training and force abilities. While learning these, another Youngling told Zera she needed to choose what she wanted to work on more because "thats how Jedi are", but the girl couldn't make a choice of that, she loved both of the possibilities, so she sought more of a balence of Force and Combat through her years of young training.
She did not however tend to be very social with her fellow younglings, normally not being part of the main group in a lesson and working a few feet away, she didn't have many friends at all, but then again she kind of liked it that way, it let her focus better. It was the highlight of her life, and she still looks back on her youngling days fondly.
When she came of age to be chosen as a Padawan, Cale, whom had shown an nterest in Zera since he had brought her to the Temple, expressed that he wished to take her as his own Padawan. This was accepted and she then had a Master to train her further in the ways of the Jedi. She was rather proud of it, really and Cale became somewhat of the father she never had to her, beocming very close to him. More training, but she did not have any missions with Cale at all. She never left the temple still and focused to further her training, which she was happy to do of course.
The years ticked by of her training under Cale before she was allowed to construct her lightsaber at the age of 15. She was, to say the least, thrilled by this. The idea of constructing he rown lightsaber to her was like her rite to maturity, saying she ws happy was quite an understatement. Cale started her off with the components to create a Saber with a gift, supplying her wiht the crystal of his original saber, an orange crystal seeing as it was her favorite color anyhow Cale figured it would fit and thrill the girl.
A month she spent working on her Saber, wishing it to be perfect. Gathering the materials and attuneing the crystal and finally, after what felt like years to the young woman she was able to hold her very own saber. She felt like she was truly a Jedi now. And after making her Saber, she was given another present that made her feel even more like a full fledged Jedi. She was taken with Cale outside the temple to another planet, Dantoonie to be exact, he called it simply a "change of scenery". She did not have much in the experiance of missions even here, some minor diplomatic missions here and there would have her and Cale dispatched to deal with some arguing farmers or merchants, she really did nothing of large importance for quite awhile, this lasted a good few years. She found peace on Dantoonie, adoreing the planet and the Enclave much more than she did the Temple. When she wasn't on one of the small missions she would be sent on with Cale, she spent more time only furthering her use of a lightsaber and Force training.
When she became Eighteen, Cale began observing Zera. He felt she was ready and had worked far beyond enough to begin her Trials of Knighthood and gradually began leaning towards instances where she could prove her worth, the first of these being when Cale pulled Zera in to a duel with him. She was skeptical about it at first as Cale was much more focused on the use of a lightsaber than she was, as it was not her primary focus. Then more thoughts creeped in to her mind and fear began to rise of what would happen if she did fight him. She was afriad if she would hurt him, or he would hurt her. But she swollowed this fear and went on to the duel.
In the end, the duel was called a draw and Zera managed to last ageinst Cale for a decent ammount of time, she was simply a Padawan and he a Knight ont he way to Masterhood now so it seemed that it was a fitting trial for her skill. This raised some self-confidence in herself which was something that, at the time, the girl lacked. It proved rewarding in the end, and it proved to be her Trial of Skill.
The next of her trials was proven on a mission nearly eleven months later when Cale and Zera were dispathed to deal with rival farming families over land on a simple diplomatic mission, while at the time Zera wa smostly quiet and tried not to speak up too much in fear of causing trouble from the situation, something changed here. cale was unsucessful in persuading the two families of anything, they continued with their arguing more and more, but ideas came to her head on how to solve the problem. She was quiet for a majority of the talks between Cale and the heads of the familes until it began reaching a boiling point. Zera spoke out then and the whole room went silent at her words after a few moments. She expressed her ideas and began pointing out the flaws in both of the Farmers issues until they both began to settle down and think less like rivals and more like buisinessmen. This was not a normal thing for her to do, something he was scared of until that point even. She passed her trial of Courage, Cale was quite proud of her fr doing so. It made her less afraid of confrontation and speaing out in crowds, while she still has issues doing that now, it is not near as bad as she was as a child.
RP Sample:
The hiss of a shuttle door and a faint "thud" as it landed in the sand of the ground. A few seconds passed before two booted feet stepped out, the imprints left in the sand sending a small cloud of dust up in to the air around them and dirtying the shoes. The wind picked up, blowing the sand in every direction it almost looked like waves flying over the land, two things that should never have gone together. It was very interesting to the woman who stood and watched it seemed, lifes small wonders always catching her eye.
Reaching up, the woman adjusted her hood and cloak, pulling the black fabric just over her eyes, exposing the lower half of her face to the sun. At first glance, you wouldn't quite notice there be anything odd about her, flecks of red hair blowing from inside the mysterious hood, pale skin exposed to the world, cloak and boots dragging as she began to walk in a slow, calm pace. Nothing seemed strang at all, maybe she simply wished to hide her identity, maybe she liked hoods? No one could tell the truth without further examination, but the ex-Jedi knew.
The wind picked up once more and the woman came to a stop, her hood was sent back, off of her head and she was exposed. Red hair, dull blue eyes, pale skin. She wasn't from Tatoonie, that much was obvious by just seeing the snow white shade of her skin, no brown tint of the sun, no tanning. She was untouched by the sand and heat. An outsider.
A few moments more passed as she scanned the area around her. She had been here before, she was remembeing. The feeling of nostalgia overtook her as she remember what went on last she was on this ball of sand. One booted foot came forward, followed by another, and soon she had broke in to a full walk. There was a desitnation in mind for her, a goal. And with the flick of he rhand, her hood pulled back up on to her head.
She moved through the crowded markets, slipping in and out of the crowds with alley ways on the side, or cutting through market stalls, pushing her way through crowds. She just wished to exit this small settlement, find a quiet place maybe a mile in to the endless dunes, sit and meditate. Find some inner peace maybe, come to terms with what happened here in the dunes and dust.
But Zera's luck seemed to hold out just the same as always. It didn't. It gave out under her, left her in nothing but trouble. The woman found herself stopped in an alleyway, a bad feeling creeping up her neck. And sure enough, down a ways, two armored men pushed off the right side wall, eying her. The way they looked at her was almost like a predator... They were thinking they were stalking prey. How humorous, it even made the hooded woman give a smirk in response. This she was bound to laugh at later.
They moved in on her. Zera responded with turning around, only to walk right in to the chest of a third man. Great. This was just priceless.
She let out an audiable sigh, spinning on her heel to face the main two and giving a sarcastic smile as she spoke. "What? Want my credits? My valuables? Are you going to pull the stereotypical thug act? Make me try to tremble for you, give you the satisfaction of my fear? I apologize... But you will not attain such my brutish friends." They did not seem to like their prey giving them lip. It was still funny none the less, the hand of the man behind her came up and removed her hood, and she allowed it to be such. Let them feel powerful for a few minutes more, then when the oppritunity came, show them who was the real alpha here.
They made a few comments and orders in response, but in truth, Zera just didn't listen she merely gave a sigh, slipping in to memories of happier times until she was pulled out of it by two hands on her shoulders, which made her snap back in to reality. The man directly in front of her had reach out to her, wanting to pull her in. Have his fun. She had to make a choice then, and things seemed to slow down around her.
She had two choices. Draw her saber, see their reaction, fight if needed. Or she could use her force abilities to make the men go away, which may or may not work. Her eyes darted up over the faces of these so called "warriors" around her. "You don't understand what you are dealing with... do you...?" Zera asked with a dull tone. She did not have the energy to deal with this at the moment. She had things to do, time to burn for herself, not on these three low lives. They didn't move... More annoyances. Zera made her choice, she would draw her saber.
Her hand glided up in to the air, her pale left hand covered by a brown glove. Witht he slight flick of a few fingers, out from her cloak her lightsaber flew through the air to her hand, she angled it diagbol from herself. A hiss and there it was, the glowing orange blade. The men all jumped back. "Oh what happened boys? I thought you were all so brave a moment ago!" Zera said with a laugh, spinning her saber in her hand once before, in a swift motion, angling it to one of their throats, in the other hand, drawing her blaster and aimming it at the one behind her. "I think it is time you all leave... now... Deal?" She heard the intake of breath of the man behind her as he moved off, which left the two in front of her.
Her aim switched, Saber aimmed to the one on the left side of her, and blaster aimmed to his friend. Her eyes glided between them and then tilting her head off in the direction behind them, telling them to move on. "You have five seconds..." Zera said, lowering her blaster and angling her saber down to the ground. The men began to back off, carefully and Zera began to relax, taking in a deep breath to calm herself down... That was, until one of them got stupid.
The sound of a blaster pistol going off, interupted by a lightsaber blade which sent it flying off in to the sky. The ex-Jedi snapped in to action, dropping down on one knee and firing off two blaster shots, missing one and the other hitting the attacker in the knee. As she spun back up to her feet, her hand came up, summoning up her Force abilities to send his comrade back with enough force to put him on the ground. "Now... stay down if you know what is good for you two, aye?" Zera said coldly as she stepped over the two of them, deactivating her lightsaber and placing it back in her cloak along with her blaster pistol. Street thugs were nothing when they didn't know what they were doing. And now they had a fairly amused "Grey Jedi" walking away with a smirk on her face, her light blue eyes carrying a old spark.
But as the hype of putting the men in their place passed, her "spark" went away, her smile faded. She remembered why she was here... And she should probably work on that. Taking in a deep breath, she made her way towards the edge of the settlement.
Age: 29
Race: Human
Birth place: Ship headed to Coruscant
Height: 5'5
Weight: 140
Eye Color: Light Blue
Hair Color: Fiery Red
Appearance:
Zera is rather small and slim, by no means looking threatening without further examination. Her bright red hair remains roughly cut to shoulder length as well as always looking relatively a mess, never really bothering to keep her looks in check nor truly caring. Her eyes are a shade of light blue, close to grey and tend to almost have a 'reflective' sheen to them making mirror reflections of whatever she is looking at in detail is quite often to see if someone get close enough to examine them. Her skin is a sickly shade of pale white, she has tried but simply can not seem to tan her skin, and thus has accepted her appearance.
Her normal clothing consists around her favorite jacket she picked up while traveling with a Merchant ship. The leather is dark black with a red trim on the inside and a hood. Inside the jacket there are light armored plates that protect Zera's chest area. Under it she wears a grey tank-top with a white undershirt. What can be exposed when her jacket is opened she usually bares another armored pad that holds two lightsabers, one horizontal, and the other mounted vertical. The one mounted vertical being her own lightsaber and the other being that of her now dead Padawans, one she prefers to not use. When people ask about them and she prefers them not knowing she is an ex-Jedi, she will often try to convince them that they are merely trophies for show, or bought off the black market for mere appearance means, but these lies can be seen through rather easily.
On with her clothing, the rest normally consists around basic jeans, torn and ragged from use, normally tucked in to ankle high boots.
When it comes to scars, Zera isn't lacking. There is three blaster bolt burn scars in her left shoulder, and on her right arm is the scar of where a training saber burned her arm during training, while it wasn't serious, it burned her skin enough to leave a scar. She has one last scar that runs diagonal on the right side of her upper back that looks like a slash scar from a blade or other sharp weapon, she does not like talking about that scar and tends to cover it up to the best of her ability.
Personality:
Winters is reletivly quiet, and many see her as quite the loner but funny enough she does not like being alone. She longs for the company of others but she never seems to know what to say and tends to have to resort to awkward silences or trying sarcastic remarks to clear the air. She isn't very good at getting her emotions across and has a rough time in trying to speak to a large group of people.
She has next to no faith in herself when it comes to leading anything since the death of her Padawan, she sometimes admits she has trouble even looking at herself in the mirror a lot. Saying Curiosity killed the Cat gives a whole new meaning when it comes to Winters, she is extremly curious to new things dangerous and otherwise, people or objects, and often loves discovering new things she did not know about prior to the encounter.
Some call her an adrinaline junkie, but this is not quite true. She does not look for danger, danger seems to find her. She has been called a "magnet for trouble" as well, this is more an accurate assumption than anything else she can be called in this department. Zera has been cursed from a young age with bad luck, and she often brings it up. How terrible things seem to go when she plays cards, life in general seeming to always find a way to make her slip up. She's not the luckiest person ever, this is obvious. It saddens her in some aspects of life.
Since leaving the order, she as begun to devealop a sense of humor she used to not have, shes known to be sarcastic, smart mouthed, snippy, and rather cheeky. Jokes tend to fly over her head quite often and an explaination will be needed, but other than that she will joke around whenever she feels the need to, which is quite often considering how socially awkward she is.
Profession: Fringer
Mastery Level: Knight
Previous Faction/Rank: Jedi Order, Knight
Equipment:
-Blaster Pistol
-Her personal lightsaber
-Her dead Apprentice's lightsaber
-Leather Jacket with very thin armored plates sewn in around the chest
Starship: N/A
Skills:
Lightsaber: Both are Single Bladed, and Single phase
Color: 1.Orange, 2.Blue.
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho: 5
Makashi : 2
Soresu : 0
Ataru : 3
Shien / Djem So: 1
>>Sub-form Backhanded: 0
Niman: 0
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield: 1
Juyo: 0
Double Bladed Combat: 0
Force-Sensitive Attributes:
Telekinetic: 4
Telepathic: 5
Body: 2
Sense: 3
Protection: 3
Healing: 2
Destruction: 0
Specialized Powers:
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 4
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 6
Leadership: 3
Unarmed: 0
Melee Weapons: 1
Ranged Weapons: 2
Bio:
Zera wasn't one in the world you could consider "lucky", even from a young age things seemed to go wrong around her. Nothing ever seemed to go right for her no matter what. Born on a ship headed to Coruscant, Zera's mother from very early on in the pregnancy showed that she did not want the child. When she was born, her mother took care of her, to a point that is. The one who really cared for the child was her grandmother, a kind older woman who wanted nothing but the best for her grand daughter through most of her younger years.
While her mother focused on becoming "famous" and threw what little credits they had out to useless endeavours, Zera's grandmother educated and cared for her, the childs first word was even "Nana", rather than what you would normally see in "Mommy" or "Daddy". The love from her grandmother was cut short however when the old woman became sick when Zera reached the age of three. She was bed ridden for a long time, almost two years in fact. Two years where Zera would do her best, despite being so young, to care for her grandmother. She would bring her water, and what little food she could attain in the house due to her small stature at the time. She tried her best to help her grandmother, while her mother would rarely be home. But it proved fruitless in the end.
Zera's grandmother passed away a few weeks after the girls fourth birthday, in the hour before she died, she brought her little grand daughter up in to bed to sit in her lap and began telling her a story, the story of the Jedi. How they were the protectors of the galaxy. Warriors of the light. This sparked an interest in the girl, though she spoke little as a child, one could ofte hear her muttering about Jedi quite often after her grandmothers death. The old woman smiled at her granddaughter after telling the story and told her to sleep. As soon as Zera did, her grandmother also did, the difference is, she didn't wake up.
When she awoke, to all things she could wake up to, it was her mothers yelling. She was drunk and half naked, demanding that Zera's grandmother make her food... But when she didn't wake up, her drunken mind didn't process, and she instead told Zera to make her the food. When the girl tried to explain she didn't know how to cook, only retrieve food, her mother slapped her in response and yelled more. Among the sobbing and pain, something in the girl compeled her to run. Zera ran from her mother, wanting to get away from all of it. From her grandmothers body. From her mothers abuse. Her drunken mother chased her sure, but even with as young as she was, she could outsmart a drunk madwoman.
She found herself hiding in an alleyway, sobbing, scared. She was four, almost five. She wasn't meant to handle things like this. She was meant to be a child, live a carefree existance, be innocent to these kinds of things. But no, this was one of the turning points in Zera's life, one that would determine everything else from that moment on. After a day hiding in the crowds and alleyways, fate found her. Or rather, what she sees it as, The Force.
A Jedi Knight by the name of Cale, a human male having been a knight for two short years, found the girl curled up in an alleyway as he was passing through the streets of Coruscant. To say the least, Zera was a bit overwhelmed by the presence of a Jedi. A short conversation about her and her rather depressing situation with her mother and grandmother. Cale sensed the Force in Zera, and he went on to tell her she could become a Jedi if she tried. This excited Zera obviously, it almost made her forget the whole situation. But Cale explained that first he would need her mothers permission to take her to the Jedi. While hesitant, Zera agreed to this and led Cale back to her mothers apartment.
She was to sit quietly in her room while her mother and Cale spoke in the living room. It became a heated disscussion at some points, but Cale being rather charismatic convinced her mother that it would be best that Zera come with him to the Jedi after maybe an hour and a half of talking. She was taken from her mess of an old life in to the glories of what her grandmother told her about, of course she was happy about it, she only wished that her Grandmother was there to see her off. But unfortunatly, that was not the case for obvious reasons.
When she came of the correct age, her training began. She showed an obvious yerning to learn through her early years, focusing on her training and studies to the best of her ability and loved every moment of it, especially when it came to training lightsaber training and force abilities. While learning these, another Youngling told Zera she needed to choose what she wanted to work on more because "thats how Jedi are", but the girl couldn't make a choice of that, she loved both of the possibilities, so she sought more of a balence of Force and Combat through her years of young training.
She did not however tend to be very social with her fellow younglings, normally not being part of the main group in a lesson and working a few feet away, she didn't have many friends at all, but then again she kind of liked it that way, it let her focus better. It was the highlight of her life, and she still looks back on her youngling days fondly.
When she came of age to be chosen as a Padawan, Cale, whom had shown an nterest in Zera since he had brought her to the Temple, expressed that he wished to take her as his own Padawan. This was accepted and she then had a Master to train her further in the ways of the Jedi. She was rather proud of it, really and Cale became somewhat of the father she never had to her, beocming very close to him. More training, but she did not have any missions with Cale at all. She never left the temple still and focused to further her training, which she was happy to do of course.
The years ticked by of her training under Cale before she was allowed to construct her lightsaber at the age of 15. She was, to say the least, thrilled by this. The idea of constructing he rown lightsaber to her was like her rite to maturity, saying she ws happy was quite an understatement. Cale started her off with the components to create a Saber with a gift, supplying her wiht the crystal of his original saber, an orange crystal seeing as it was her favorite color anyhow Cale figured it would fit and thrill the girl.
A month she spent working on her Saber, wishing it to be perfect. Gathering the materials and attuneing the crystal and finally, after what felt like years to the young woman she was able to hold her very own saber. She felt like she was truly a Jedi now. And after making her Saber, she was given another present that made her feel even more like a full fledged Jedi. She was taken with Cale outside the temple to another planet, Dantoonie to be exact, he called it simply a "change of scenery". She did not have much in the experiance of missions even here, some minor diplomatic missions here and there would have her and Cale dispatched to deal with some arguing farmers or merchants, she really did nothing of large importance for quite awhile, this lasted a good few years. She found peace on Dantoonie, adoreing the planet and the Enclave much more than she did the Temple. When she wasn't on one of the small missions she would be sent on with Cale, she spent more time only furthering her use of a lightsaber and Force training.
When she became Eighteen, Cale began observing Zera. He felt she was ready and had worked far beyond enough to begin her Trials of Knighthood and gradually began leaning towards instances where she could prove her worth, the first of these being when Cale pulled Zera in to a duel with him. She was skeptical about it at first as Cale was much more focused on the use of a lightsaber than she was, as it was not her primary focus. Then more thoughts creeped in to her mind and fear began to rise of what would happen if she did fight him. She was afriad if she would hurt him, or he would hurt her. But she swollowed this fear and went on to the duel.
In the end, the duel was called a draw and Zera managed to last ageinst Cale for a decent ammount of time, she was simply a Padawan and he a Knight ont he way to Masterhood now so it seemed that it was a fitting trial for her skill. This raised some self-confidence in herself which was something that, at the time, the girl lacked. It proved rewarding in the end, and it proved to be her Trial of Skill.
The next of her trials was proven on a mission nearly eleven months later when Cale and Zera were dispathed to deal with rival farming families over land on a simple diplomatic mission, while at the time Zera wa smostly quiet and tried not to speak up too much in fear of causing trouble from the situation, something changed here. cale was unsucessful in persuading the two families of anything, they continued with their arguing more and more, but ideas came to her head on how to solve the problem. She was quiet for a majority of the talks between Cale and the heads of the familes until it began reaching a boiling point. Zera spoke out then and the whole room went silent at her words after a few moments. She expressed her ideas and began pointing out the flaws in both of the Farmers issues until they both began to settle down and think less like rivals and more like buisinessmen. This was not a normal thing for her to do, something he was scared of until that point even. She passed her trial of Courage, Cale was quite proud of her fr doing so. It made her less afraid of confrontation and speaing out in crowds, while she still has issues doing that now, it is not near as bad as she was as a child.
RP Sample:
The hiss of a shuttle door and a faint "thud" as it landed in the sand of the ground. A few seconds passed before two booted feet stepped out, the imprints left in the sand sending a small cloud of dust up in to the air around them and dirtying the shoes. The wind picked up, blowing the sand in every direction it almost looked like waves flying over the land, two things that should never have gone together. It was very interesting to the woman who stood and watched it seemed, lifes small wonders always catching her eye.
Reaching up, the woman adjusted her hood and cloak, pulling the black fabric just over her eyes, exposing the lower half of her face to the sun. At first glance, you wouldn't quite notice there be anything odd about her, flecks of red hair blowing from inside the mysterious hood, pale skin exposed to the world, cloak and boots dragging as she began to walk in a slow, calm pace. Nothing seemed strang at all, maybe she simply wished to hide her identity, maybe she liked hoods? No one could tell the truth without further examination, but the ex-Jedi knew.
The wind picked up once more and the woman came to a stop, her hood was sent back, off of her head and she was exposed. Red hair, dull blue eyes, pale skin. She wasn't from Tatoonie, that much was obvious by just seeing the snow white shade of her skin, no brown tint of the sun, no tanning. She was untouched by the sand and heat. An outsider.
A few moments more passed as she scanned the area around her. She had been here before, she was remembeing. The feeling of nostalgia overtook her as she remember what went on last she was on this ball of sand. One booted foot came forward, followed by another, and soon she had broke in to a full walk. There was a desitnation in mind for her, a goal. And with the flick of he rhand, her hood pulled back up on to her head.
She moved through the crowded markets, slipping in and out of the crowds with alley ways on the side, or cutting through market stalls, pushing her way through crowds. She just wished to exit this small settlement, find a quiet place maybe a mile in to the endless dunes, sit and meditate. Find some inner peace maybe, come to terms with what happened here in the dunes and dust.
But Zera's luck seemed to hold out just the same as always. It didn't. It gave out under her, left her in nothing but trouble. The woman found herself stopped in an alleyway, a bad feeling creeping up her neck. And sure enough, down a ways, two armored men pushed off the right side wall, eying her. The way they looked at her was almost like a predator... They were thinking they were stalking prey. How humorous, it even made the hooded woman give a smirk in response. This she was bound to laugh at later.
They moved in on her. Zera responded with turning around, only to walk right in to the chest of a third man. Great. This was just priceless.
She let out an audiable sigh, spinning on her heel to face the main two and giving a sarcastic smile as she spoke. "What? Want my credits? My valuables? Are you going to pull the stereotypical thug act? Make me try to tremble for you, give you the satisfaction of my fear? I apologize... But you will not attain such my brutish friends." They did not seem to like their prey giving them lip. It was still funny none the less, the hand of the man behind her came up and removed her hood, and she allowed it to be such. Let them feel powerful for a few minutes more, then when the oppritunity came, show them who was the real alpha here.
They made a few comments and orders in response, but in truth, Zera just didn't listen she merely gave a sigh, slipping in to memories of happier times until she was pulled out of it by two hands on her shoulders, which made her snap back in to reality. The man directly in front of her had reach out to her, wanting to pull her in. Have his fun. She had to make a choice then, and things seemed to slow down around her.
She had two choices. Draw her saber, see their reaction, fight if needed. Or she could use her force abilities to make the men go away, which may or may not work. Her eyes darted up over the faces of these so called "warriors" around her. "You don't understand what you are dealing with... do you...?" Zera asked with a dull tone. She did not have the energy to deal with this at the moment. She had things to do, time to burn for herself, not on these three low lives. They didn't move... More annoyances. Zera made her choice, she would draw her saber.
Her hand glided up in to the air, her pale left hand covered by a brown glove. Witht he slight flick of a few fingers, out from her cloak her lightsaber flew through the air to her hand, she angled it diagbol from herself. A hiss and there it was, the glowing orange blade. The men all jumped back. "Oh what happened boys? I thought you were all so brave a moment ago!" Zera said with a laugh, spinning her saber in her hand once before, in a swift motion, angling it to one of their throats, in the other hand, drawing her blaster and aimming it at the one behind her. "I think it is time you all leave... now... Deal?" She heard the intake of breath of the man behind her as he moved off, which left the two in front of her.
Her aim switched, Saber aimmed to the one on the left side of her, and blaster aimmed to his friend. Her eyes glided between them and then tilting her head off in the direction behind them, telling them to move on. "You have five seconds..." Zera said, lowering her blaster and angling her saber down to the ground. The men began to back off, carefully and Zera began to relax, taking in a deep breath to calm herself down... That was, until one of them got stupid.
The sound of a blaster pistol going off, interupted by a lightsaber blade which sent it flying off in to the sky. The ex-Jedi snapped in to action, dropping down on one knee and firing off two blaster shots, missing one and the other hitting the attacker in the knee. As she spun back up to her feet, her hand came up, summoning up her Force abilities to send his comrade back with enough force to put him on the ground. "Now... stay down if you know what is good for you two, aye?" Zera said coldly as she stepped over the two of them, deactivating her lightsaber and placing it back in her cloak along with her blaster pistol. Street thugs were nothing when they didn't know what they were doing. And now they had a fairly amused "Grey Jedi" walking away with a smirk on her face, her light blue eyes carrying a old spark.
But as the hype of putting the men in their place passed, her "spark" went away, her smile faded. She remembered why she was here... And she should probably work on that. Taking in a deep breath, she made her way towards the edge of the settlement.
