Post by caelum on Jan 13, 2020 13:45:58 GMT -5
 Camilla Thul Full Name • Camilla Thul Nickname • Cammy. Granny Thul. Title • The Shadow of Alderaan, Lady Thul, The Pale Lady. Race • Human Birthplace • Alderaan Age • 62 Gender • Female Sexuality • Hetero Faction • Jedi Order Concept • Rank 3 - Jedi Sentinel - Shadow / Part Enforcer, Part Eradicator of the Sith, Part doting Great-Aunt. Languages • Basic, Ancient Sith, Huttese Assets • A white-bladed lightsaber made out of phrik. Dual phased, multimodal, capable of adjusting for length and intensity of the beam. Hilt adjustable to a pike setting, extending into a staff and retracting into a single saber. Internally installed into a cane. Face Claim • (Credit goes to Nataliya Barteneva) Height & Weight • 6’3 / 170 lbs Overall Looks • When looking upon Camilla Thul, one is brought to mind of the white wroshyr tree of Kashyyyk. A tall, ancient, thing of rarefied stature and elegant grace, all while possessing a bark so tough to resist turbolaser fire. Her clothing matches the descriptor, trending towards the white and the light, ranging from barely ascetic Jedi robes to barely indulgent gowns. She denies classification in this way, choosing clothing that both allows her to blend in with her surroundings, while also allowing her to shine among the chaff. Her speech is dry and precise, with those having worked with her describing her with a wicked wit and sharp tongue. She speaks to all with an egalitarian flair, allowing all to impress, or depress, her at will. In her youth she was a paragon, a cunning, fiercely intelligent mind backed by the vigors and strength of youth. In her twilight years both have declined, and where her body was once a temple to the vitality of the body, it had degraded, such that significant physical activity over a long period of time is immensely taxing. She walks with a cane now, from which her lightsaber is stealthily embedded, and while Camilla allowed the use of it to deceive others into misjudging her strength, she had grown to truly rely on it more and more as the years go by. Personality Profile Camilla Thul is a true blue blood aristocrat, born to the Thuls of Alderaan and raised in the Temples of Coruscant. Had the Jedi Order never found her, she would have grown to be the elegant, intelligent, ruthless agent for House Thul. As it were, her intelligence, effort and drive have been poured into the cup of Jedi Order. It is said that, for the Jedi, their allegiance runs firstly to the living will of the force, and while that is true to an extent for Camilla, that is not the entire truth. For the Pale Lady, her allegiance is not to the force, but to the Jedi Order itself. In her youth she was trained to be a tool. A force imbued agent for her father from which to overthrow his brother and bring House Thul back to greatness. Though that plot was foiled, the seeds of his teachings were never truly destroyed. Camilla is a loyal Shadow for the Order, the calculating ruthlessness her father had implanted in her turned to the service of the Jedi. When on the hunt she is ruthless and cold, invoking a purity of purpose as flawless as the white of her robes or the hum of her lightsaber. Age has only deepened her experience, though it’s decaying effect on her body is a constant source of irritation for her. She resents her advanced age, resents the very concept of ageing as a whole. Modern medicine and technology would likely ensure her a life past a hundred years without much difficulty, but it is not in Camilla to merely exist. She relishes her skill, her abilities, and to see all that she had worked for slowly degrade into nothingness invokes an existential fear assuaged only by her family. While loyal in all matters relating to the Council, Camilla had steadfastly ignored all provisions regarding connections with her family. She recognized the hypocrisy of it, the contrast from her obedience to the council and her wanton disobedience in regards to herself, but at this point cannot even manage more than a token shrug of it. It had never made much sense to her, that an Order so professed to the defense of the life and liberty of all sentient beings would deny that very life and liberty to their members. She is comfortable in the limelight, able to traverse the pitfalls of conversation easily and without worry. Despite this, there lays an underlying belliggerence that has withstood the rigors of time and Jedi training. She is inherently playful, though her manner of play is more sarcastic and catty than one would expect. Nonetheless, Camilla herself would say that she had not changed since her ascension into a Jedi Shadow. Some would see that as a shame, a refusal of life’s teachings, a denial of what the world would stand to offer and a rejection of a broadening of her horizons. To Camilla Thul, however, it was a victory. In Camilla Thul’s mind, the only thing that may change her nature is herself. Background Father • Barbator Thul, 56, DeceasedMother • Bethla Ber, 74, Deceased Extended Family Avier Thul, 70, Cousin, Sith Sympathizer Varak Thul, 64, Cousin Commandant of House Thul Cass Thul, 30, Niece, Son of Avier Thul. Vitu Thul, 32, Nephew, Son of Varak Thul. Sever Thul, 2, Grand-Nephew, Son of Kas Thul Avien Thul, 15, Grand-Niece, Daughter of Vitu Thul Padawan Cin Thul, 6, Grand-Niece, Daughter of Vitu Thul Other Important Connections Master Kalis Tarr, Master to Camilla Thul, deceased. Overall History Before the Jedi Camilla was born to Barbator Thul, an illegitimate daughter to an illegitimate son. She was born from a mistress and borne in secret, the child’s existence unacceptable, where her half siblings merely abided. Even in her youth she knew she was different. House Thul’s manipulations in the Alderaanian nobility were significant, and her existence merely complicated the lives of Barbator’s siblings. Those that had been tasked with the care and education of the child were sworn to secrecy under pain of death. She lived in the same home as her half-siblings, and it did not take her long to realize the differences between herself and her siblings. A precocious child even then, she realized two things quickly about herself. The first, that she was different, distant from the rest of her family. The second, that her bastardry was not why she was special. She saw things, briefly, vaguely, and always before they would actually occur. Gifted with the force, though unskilled in it’s use, her nannies and butlers simply considered it to be a talented reflex and left it at that. Despite this, her relationship with her trueborne cousins was a warm one. Avier was older than her, and a favorite of their father though she knew he tried to help her in his own way. Young as she was, Camilla rejected the help of her cousin, preferring to walk her own path alone. Varak was a different case, born a year after her, Camilla found herself attached to the younger Thul, almost protective for as long as she was with her family. She imagined that this life of playing with her cousins would be a nice one, an acceptable one, something she could live with. Life was not so kind, and Barbator had other plans for his daughter. He had realized, early on, that Camilla was force sensitive, and had concealed her force sensitivity in the interest of molding her into his tool. In Barbator's view, she was already going to be trained into a tool and weapon, why not have her be one for her father? He spent the formative years of her life personally teaching her, politics, martial arts, his own philosophies. In time, his intent would have included force training from scattered lore he had been accruing with his own connections. He would overthrow his brother, take his proper place as head of House Thul, with his loyal daughter by his side. Barbator's manipulations were for naught, however. His brother discovered his scheming, and brought the full might of House Thul upon Barbator, putting him under house arrest and bringing Camilla into his own custody. While the Patriarch of House Thul had considered carrying out a semblance of Barbator's plan, ensuring Camilla's loyalty to the house, his wife and children intervened in her favor. Word was sent to the Jedi, and it was decided that she would thrive better with the Order than with her extended family. Camilla spent the next few days with her family, days in green fields and blue skies, and the young girl would always remember those carefree days with great nostalgia. In the end, however, a private meeting with the Patriarch made it clear that she accepted her departure as a form of penance. She loved her cousins, and considered her complicit in her father's crimes, even though she wasn't truly aware of what her training was supposed to be. She was aware that she had no place in Alderaan, that she was too aware, too fiery, too different from her cousins to truly belong. Camilla had been raised as a tool, a methodical weapon, a cold operator, and she was no longer compatible with her family. And so the day came, the Jedi arrived, and a little alderaanian girl of seven left with them. She would not return for a very, very, long time. Training The Jedi recognized that Camilla was an unusual case very early. She seemed to internalize the loss of her home quickly, and while she grumbled at the change of scenery, from the extravagance of an Alderaanian House, to the austerity of the Coruscanti Jedi Temple, she adapted nonetheless. Camilla showed a particular ambition in her studies. Used to the rigors and ruthlessness of her training regiment with her father, the comparatively serene studies of the Jedi were a significant culture shock to her. Despite that, embedded within her very soul, stoked by the fires of her father’s ambition, was a drive to succeed and excel. She threw everything she had into her new life. Casting ignorance as a sin and failure as weakness, Camilla pursued her studies with calculated determination. Never focusing on a specific sphere of study lest she lag in others, Camilla pursued the art of combat with the same vigor as the philosophy of the ancients, while keeping herself balanced in the realities of the galaxy rather than the ephemeral world of the force. Camilla made a few friends in her training. What was once a luxury with her father was now a taste of something sweeter that she had learned with her cousins. The friends she made were few, her own persona unsuited to the philosophizing and asceticness of the average Jedi, but those few friends she made she cherished her own way. The padawan was like a drovisian eagle, used to flying alone, soaring high above the clouds as a merciless predator. But when in contact with her own kind there would be a change, an adaptation and relation of her approach and it would be as though she had never been lonely. As she reached adolescence, her otherness asserted itself even further. Few were blind enough to miss the nobility in her step and the caustic wit behind her painted visage and self assured smile. As her training progressed further, the trials meant to snuff out such troublesome aspects of her personality instead merely refined and steadied her. It imbued within her a sense of certainty and purpose, and while her connection and understanding of the Force was never as deep as others, she did not consider it a terribly huge loss. In her heart of hearts, her dedication was to order and to the Order, surrendering to the will of the force seemed so boorish in comparison. She had a pleasant enough experience with her Master. Master Tarr was a thoughtful soul, one that sought to imbue upon Camilla the virtues of the Jedi Order. To that extent, she brought her padawan far and wide, travelling the galaxy, the better to understand it’s glories and it’s ills. Master Tarr recognized her disciple as a mutable and vibrant soul, but one in danger of falling to the dark. As it was, she hoped that her journies would settle her padawan into the right path. In a way, it did. Their journey across the galaxy revealed to Camilla the extent of the corruption in the galaxy. Distasteful and undisciplined, it was mind boggling for her, to recognize these creatures that would, without hesitation, work against the unity and order of the galaxy. Exposure to the more pleasant aspects of the galaxy only furthered this resolve, seeing it as something to protect from the chaos. Her resolve would come to a head upon their first encounter with a dark side force user. Separated from her Master by his machinations, his attempts at seduction only enraged the young padawan, which the dark sider mistook as his attempt succeeding. His elation lasted only as long as it took for Camilla to wander to his side and disembowel him with her blade. Not long after this incident, Camilla was raised into the status of a Jedi Knight. Here, she took it upon herself to walk the Path of the Sentinel, choosing to walk as a Shadow, to root out those enemies of the Order. In The Shadow Decades would pass with Camilla operating within the darkness of the galaxy. Her hunt for the dark side and the elimination of it’s adherents led her to growing strong, growing more confident and, ultimately, becoming a more deadly opponent. She would master a peculiar form of Niman, deliberately formed around the use of a lightsaber pike and focused intently to confuse and counter the acts of her opponents. Her skill in the Force was honed to a razor’s edge, the combination of precognition and speed a ruthlessly effective weapon upon the unwary. Her operations would leave her alone more often than not, away from the oversight of the Council, and while many of those days and months truly were set for the accomplishment of her tasks, not all. Camilla never forgot her cousins, now fully grown, and had committed herself to reuniting with her family. A....challenging task, but one that Camilla had worked on over the years. Not so much a long forgotten, embarrasing, secret, but more of a distant aunt. An extended acquaintance with a delightfully high borne coruscanti accent, a strange worldliness about her and who always seemed to know everything. The fact that her nieces and nephews called her granny seemed inevitable, almost as inevitable as Camilla surrendering to the nickname with a world weary sigh. In her mind's eye, she would always be young, the ravages of time an unfortunate malus that grew more and more difficult to ignore as the years went by. The rise of this new Sith Empire, caused a different sort of reaction from Camilla than the others of her kind. The Jedi had spent years, decades, in search of and in destruction of the Order's enemies in an era where the Order had triumphed. Where the most one could expect was a dark side dabbler or a rogue Jedi to squash and retrieve as appropriate. The Rise of the Sith was infuriating and comforting at the same time. Infuriating that this challenge, that this opposition, would rise when she was at her weakest. Comforting that, after all this time, she would finally face something worthy. |
