Post by dcmurph on Jun 7, 2011 20:56:43 GMT -5
Name: Sola Fess
Race: Hapan
Age: 26
Height: 6'0
Weight: 155lb's
Birthplace: Hapes/Taa'chumedan
Appearance: Hapans are known to be beautiful, Sola is no exception with long red hair in a ponytail down to just below her shoulders, blue eyes and a cheery smile. When in her formal Jedi robes she can pull off the typical image expected of Jedi in peacetime, that of a diplomat and scholar. However when in her Jedi armor it is not hard for her to look just like the fierce lady of war she is.
Personality: Sola is a woman who strives to end conflicts before they escalate. She does this by typically beating down whatever is causing the problem, if it doesn't listen to reason. In battle she is fierce and aggressive, attacking her enemies with fervor. However she tries to not let her aggression define her and when not fighting or training she loves to read and spend time with children. She is friendly enough and easy to get along with but really doesn't handle flirting well. However the most telling thing about her is her view of the Force. To her the Force is a song, a great and melodious song that resonates when you play it, beautiful and majestic in its intensity.
Faction: Jedi
Rank: Knight/Guardian
Lightsaber: Two Standard lightsabers
Color: Blue and green.
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho 5
Makashi: N/A
Soresu: N/A
Ataru: N/A
Shien:Djem So: N/A
Niman: 2
Sub-form Jar'kai: 4
Juyo: N/A
Double-bladed combat: N/A
Force Sensitive-abilities:
Telekinetic: 4
Telepathic: 2
Body: 6
Sense: 5
Protection: 1
Healing: 1
Destruction: 0
Specialized Skills: N/A
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 6
Leadership: 4
Unarmed: 2
Melee Weapons: 2
Ranged Weapons: 3
Force Attunement: +5
Bio:
Sola Fess was born to Alyn Fess as the result of a one-night stand with some random soldier who Alyn doesn't care to remember. Sola remembers little of her mother, as she was taken by the Jedi early, other than warmth and soft hands.
In the Temple growing up Sola did not have many friends. She was introverted and tended to spend her free time just sitting and thinking or walking somewhere, anywhere but where she was. She didn't realize it then but she was restless, not content with just sitting idly by. It wasn't until a librarian introduced her datapads with the history of the galaxy in them that she was content.
After each and every training session she would show up in the Temple archives and read about something new, often calling on help from the librarian to understand subjects foreign to her. This eventually led to a stammering librarian when she picked up a datapad on Twi'leks and asked why so many females took up dancing as a profession and why it was so important. After that she was forbidden from reading about Zeltros till age fourteen and anything involving Hutts was not allowed.
When it came time for Sola to be chosen by a Master she was picked last, many of the prospective knights and masters, while impressed with her lightsaber skills, declared her too introverted to train. She was almost completely passed over until a knight by the name of Rane Trelboh accepted her as his student.
From the minute Sola met Rane she knew he was the best master ever! He was human like her with short brown hair and a light beard, his brown eyes were warm and inviting and he always took the time to answer her questions. During their first lightsaber practice a week into her padawnship she was awed by his skills with Jar'Kai, he was a master of it and had long achieved the physical strength to wield both blades effectively.
To Sola there was a beauty to both blades acting in conjunction, a symmetry and song to the way they moved. She loved it and had excitedly asked for him to teach her how to use it as well. Rane had been reluctant, and even unwilling to teach her, at least until one day during practice she'd pulled out two training sabers and attacked him. He'd beaten her within two strokes but was impressed enough to start teaching her.
Sola dove into her training both in the physical arts and the ways of the Force, there was a song in them, she could feel it in the air when she swung her blade, she could hear the rhythmic hum of the blades, the whispers in the Force and the serenity it brought. The song comforted her and drove her forward. It hurt, oh how it hurt after a long training session when her arms hurt so much and she felt like she would die from the soreness in her body but that song was just so soothing that she had to keep on, even if it killed her.
She remembers Rane taking her to a crystal cave and training her for a month while she built her lightsabers. Deep in meditation, the song sung to her in all its splendor. She remembers this as the most beautiful tune she'd ever heard bar none. When it was finished and they left, she vowed to come back one day and hear that song again.
Her first mission went perfectly until a group of raiders attacked her and Rane inside a cantina. She can vaguely remember Rane shouting warnings as he moved gracefully through the attackers. She remembers the song suddenly turning rough and fast as she deflected blaster bolts back towards the people who shot them and how the beats would suddenly stop when one of the raiders dropped, or how the beats would start to quicken and become louder as they became more desperate. She remembers the softness after the battle, the mournful sonata that washed over her like a wave. She hated the sorrowful tune.
A year passed and as her skill increased so did her connection to that tune, she went everywhere with Rane, she did escort missions, investigative missions, diplomacy, everything. Rane for his part was an excellent teacher, often giving her insightful comments into the nature of the Force as they went about their missions. Rane was a very philosophical man, he loved debating something or using some obscure task to teach a lesson. It was very odd because Sola was often sure he would teach her a lesson about sleeping properly and how it could help you connect to the Force better.
At age twenty she was a fine warrior, young and beautiful. Rane had jokingly teased that she'd be getting smitten holo-messages from the various boys they'd met on missions across the galaxy. She punched him in the arm for that, but it never hurt him.
That same year she and Rane were assigned to track down a pair of Dark Jedi, the reports had said they were only padawan level and would be easy to capture and bring back to the Temple. They were wrong, both Dark Jedi were easily Knight level and the master and padawan pair were put through the roughest battle of their time together.
The battle was intense and the song was glorious in its complexity, it shifted from high to low, then back to high again as she fiercely dueled one of the pair. Blades clashed and the song screamed in elation, this battle was her crucial moment, her orchestra, her grand performance! It was also conveniently acted as her Trials of Skill and Courage.
However everything ended and when it came, she stared at her opponent, watched as the light faded from his eyes and the song sung its mournful tune again.
Her trial of the flesh occurred on a solo mission out in the Rim. Rane had been needed for an important mission elsewhere and she was deemed strong enough to go by herself, the mission was to investigate some bandits out on a small planet, simple enough. However it soon turned into a desperate fight with a team of Mandalorian pirates, she fought for two full hours against seven of them by herself, and before she killed the last one she was burned severely by a flamethrower. She was unconscious in the Temple ICU for five weeks before she came out.
Her Trial of the Spirit was the most difficult trial of all, Rane oversaw it since he was skilled in the use of the Force and would guide her back. She didn't know what she would see during this trial but she felt nervous and with good reason. To this day she hasn't revealed just what she saw, but whenever the fear creeps in and she closes her eyes, she remembers the song screaming at her in all of its hatred, rough ballads promising pain and destruction the likes of which are never seen before.
Knighthood for all it's hype was not something Sola found interesting, with a few exceptions of course. The missions were harder and tested her to the limit sometimes, but now there was a sense of fulfillment, like she was doing something important and worthy of measure. And every time she came home to the Temple, she'd pass by the youngling creche and stop in to say hi. She didn't know why she did it the first time, she was just happy at completing her first mission by herself. Then she kept doing it, until it was a regular habit that she didn't want to miss.
And of course there was Serena. It was odd meetinh Serena. An Echani smuggler, that was something she found hard to comprehend, imagining those composed and disciplined Echani wearing simple clothing and flying a modified ship around the galaxy bringing cargo to various people. She'd met Serena on a mission to Corellia on an escort mission. She'd gotten the man to his destination and decided to cool down in the cantina before renting a shuttle back to Coruscant. She'd seen Serena at the bar and curiosity had brought her over. She'd hesitantly introduced herself and they talked, just idle chatter as they drank themselves silly. Sola discovered that night that she was terrible at holding her alcohol and that Serena was a hilarious drunk.
She'd woken up the next morning in the lounge of Serena's ship and after some talking and laughing over last night's events, Serena had agreed to take her back to Coruscant. They'd parted ways after that, not expecting to meet the other again.
However they did meet again, this time on Nar Shadaa where Sola was tracking down a crime lord who was trafficking drugs and slaves through Republic space. Serena was looking for payment from some dead-beat weapons dealer who'd short-changed her of her creds. They'd decided to team up to complete their goals and together the duo shot into the underworld. It was there that Sola discovered that Serena really, really loved explosives. They again parted ways, not expecting to see the other again.
Yet curiously they continued to bump into each other on their adventures and came to be great friends. Then one night on Zeltros, after Sola had tracked down a wanted rapist with Serena's help they'd gone to a cantina to celebrate, Serena's idea, and promptly got high off the alcohol and the pheromones in the air. Sola remembers waking up the next morning back on Serena's ship, naked and sporting a massive hangover. It took a few more seconds to realize that Serena was also naked and once her dazed brain pieced together one plus one, she fainted.
That had been an awkward part of their relationship, Sola had been completely nerve-wracked, rambling on and on about forbidden and the trouble she would get into if the Jedi found out and how she was so confused because she'd just had sex with another woman and that was a far as she got before Serena kissed her and she lost all ability to think.
Somehow she managed to hide her little tryst from the Jedi, it helped that she'd always left Serena out on reports and that Sola was always on a solo mission whenever they met. But it's still something she is nervous about to this day. She suspects Rane knows but he's not saying anything if he does.
However with the outbreak of war, Sola wonders if she'll ever meet her again.
RP Sample
Sola really, really needed to stop getting into these kinds of situations. She ducked behind a pillar as blasterfire nearly hit her face. The air was heavy with the smell of smoke and burnt flesh and she really needed to get to higher ground before they tried to flank her.
An explosion rocked the ground floor of the building she was in and she cringed, and ignored the screams of pain and the one person cackling with barely restrained glee.
"Please don't bring the roof down on my head Serena!" she called over her shoulder, immersing herself in the Force and almost missing the 'Roger, now let's make something explode!' from somewhere to her right.
Both sabers ignited she darted from her hiding spot, feeling the song explode in her head as she raised her sabers in a complicated twirl to deflect a volley of blasterfire from a group of thugs behind an overturned pillar.
She needed to get higher and get to the enemies firing from the second floor or they'd be dead. She jumped as the song lifted her higher and onto the second floor. Below her the unfortunate thugs hiding behind the pillar screamed when a rocket slammed into their position.
At least Serena was doing okay. That thought filled her with warmth as she advanced, deflecting blaster bolts and cutting down any thug who got too close to her in the cramped walkway.
One particular thug pulled a vibrosword from his back and charged her. She smirked and blocked with her first blade, while she spun, pushing the sword down with her blade and decapitating the thug with her second. A grenade landed at her feet and she jumped back, the explosion propelling her.
She hit the ground and rolled, coming into a crouch and deflecting another volley. The song was playing louder now, warning her through spikes in the music when blasterbolts got close. She summoned the Force and sent the group to the floor. A grenade landed in their midst and blew them apart.
Sola didn't even have to turn to know who'd done that. But she did anyways, Serena was behind her, that wicked smile on her face as she fingered a thermal detonator in one hand and a blaster in the other.
"So, who does that leave?" she asked, eyes briefly moving to scan for more hostiles.
"Just the mercenary leader at the top, we've got at least five more floors filled with enemies to go through before we get there." she replied, mentally groaning at the thought of having to fight so many enemies.
"....Can I blow them up please?" Serena asked from behind her, Sola could feel the grin on her face.
Should she? There was a good chance the building would be destroyed by the type of firepower Serena could bring to the table. But on the other hand, reinforcements wouldn't be coming for a while and she wasn't sure if they could take down so many enemies by themselves. Hell, they'd had to take on at least twenty-five enemies on the first two floors alone.
She sighed, because she was sure she was going to regret this.
"Fine, don't overdo it okay?" she said, a sense of foreboding in the back of her mind.
"Yes! Leave it to me, darling." Sola blushed under the familiar pet name, happy that no reinforcements were here to see this. She was even happier she couldn't see the blush on her face after Serena gave her a peck on the cheek and walked towards some of the supports.
(One hour later)
Sola stared at the rubble of the building she'd almost gotten buried under.
"What part of don't overdo it did you not get!" she yelled, upset because the man was supposed to have had some important information on other terrorists.
"There's still rubble isn't there?" That was the worst reply ever and Serena knew it the moment Sola gave her that look. It meant she would have to try hard to make it up to her, a nice dinner before she dropped her off on Coruscant, or a profuse apology. It also meant she was getting the couch tonight on the shuttle back, not fun.
Race: Hapan
Age: 26
Height: 6'0
Weight: 155lb's
Birthplace: Hapes/Taa'chumedan
Appearance: Hapans are known to be beautiful, Sola is no exception with long red hair in a ponytail down to just below her shoulders, blue eyes and a cheery smile. When in her formal Jedi robes she can pull off the typical image expected of Jedi in peacetime, that of a diplomat and scholar. However when in her Jedi armor it is not hard for her to look just like the fierce lady of war she is.
Personality: Sola is a woman who strives to end conflicts before they escalate. She does this by typically beating down whatever is causing the problem, if it doesn't listen to reason. In battle she is fierce and aggressive, attacking her enemies with fervor. However she tries to not let her aggression define her and when not fighting or training she loves to read and spend time with children. She is friendly enough and easy to get along with but really doesn't handle flirting well. However the most telling thing about her is her view of the Force. To her the Force is a song, a great and melodious song that resonates when you play it, beautiful and majestic in its intensity.
Faction: Jedi
Rank: Knight/Guardian
Lightsaber: Two Standard lightsabers
Color: Blue and green.
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho 5
Makashi: N/A
Soresu: N/A
Ataru: N/A
Shien:Djem So: N/A
Niman: 2
Sub-form Jar'kai: 4
Juyo: N/A
Double-bladed combat: N/A
Force Sensitive-abilities:
Telekinetic: 4
Telepathic: 2
Body: 6
Sense: 5
Protection: 1
Healing: 1
Destruction: 0
Specialized Skills: N/A
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 6
Leadership: 4
Unarmed: 2
Melee Weapons: 2
Ranged Weapons: 3
Force Attunement: +5
Bio:
Sola Fess was born to Alyn Fess as the result of a one-night stand with some random soldier who Alyn doesn't care to remember. Sola remembers little of her mother, as she was taken by the Jedi early, other than warmth and soft hands.
In the Temple growing up Sola did not have many friends. She was introverted and tended to spend her free time just sitting and thinking or walking somewhere, anywhere but where she was. She didn't realize it then but she was restless, not content with just sitting idly by. It wasn't until a librarian introduced her datapads with the history of the galaxy in them that she was content.
After each and every training session she would show up in the Temple archives and read about something new, often calling on help from the librarian to understand subjects foreign to her. This eventually led to a stammering librarian when she picked up a datapad on Twi'leks and asked why so many females took up dancing as a profession and why it was so important. After that she was forbidden from reading about Zeltros till age fourteen and anything involving Hutts was not allowed.
When it came time for Sola to be chosen by a Master she was picked last, many of the prospective knights and masters, while impressed with her lightsaber skills, declared her too introverted to train. She was almost completely passed over until a knight by the name of Rane Trelboh accepted her as his student.
From the minute Sola met Rane she knew he was the best master ever! He was human like her with short brown hair and a light beard, his brown eyes were warm and inviting and he always took the time to answer her questions. During their first lightsaber practice a week into her padawnship she was awed by his skills with Jar'Kai, he was a master of it and had long achieved the physical strength to wield both blades effectively.
To Sola there was a beauty to both blades acting in conjunction, a symmetry and song to the way they moved. She loved it and had excitedly asked for him to teach her how to use it as well. Rane had been reluctant, and even unwilling to teach her, at least until one day during practice she'd pulled out two training sabers and attacked him. He'd beaten her within two strokes but was impressed enough to start teaching her.
Sola dove into her training both in the physical arts and the ways of the Force, there was a song in them, she could feel it in the air when she swung her blade, she could hear the rhythmic hum of the blades, the whispers in the Force and the serenity it brought. The song comforted her and drove her forward. It hurt, oh how it hurt after a long training session when her arms hurt so much and she felt like she would die from the soreness in her body but that song was just so soothing that she had to keep on, even if it killed her.
She remembers Rane taking her to a crystal cave and training her for a month while she built her lightsabers. Deep in meditation, the song sung to her in all its splendor. She remembers this as the most beautiful tune she'd ever heard bar none. When it was finished and they left, she vowed to come back one day and hear that song again.
Her first mission went perfectly until a group of raiders attacked her and Rane inside a cantina. She can vaguely remember Rane shouting warnings as he moved gracefully through the attackers. She remembers the song suddenly turning rough and fast as she deflected blaster bolts back towards the people who shot them and how the beats would suddenly stop when one of the raiders dropped, or how the beats would start to quicken and become louder as they became more desperate. She remembers the softness after the battle, the mournful sonata that washed over her like a wave. She hated the sorrowful tune.
A year passed and as her skill increased so did her connection to that tune, she went everywhere with Rane, she did escort missions, investigative missions, diplomacy, everything. Rane for his part was an excellent teacher, often giving her insightful comments into the nature of the Force as they went about their missions. Rane was a very philosophical man, he loved debating something or using some obscure task to teach a lesson. It was very odd because Sola was often sure he would teach her a lesson about sleeping properly and how it could help you connect to the Force better.
At age twenty she was a fine warrior, young and beautiful. Rane had jokingly teased that she'd be getting smitten holo-messages from the various boys they'd met on missions across the galaxy. She punched him in the arm for that, but it never hurt him.
That same year she and Rane were assigned to track down a pair of Dark Jedi, the reports had said they were only padawan level and would be easy to capture and bring back to the Temple. They were wrong, both Dark Jedi were easily Knight level and the master and padawan pair were put through the roughest battle of their time together.
The battle was intense and the song was glorious in its complexity, it shifted from high to low, then back to high again as she fiercely dueled one of the pair. Blades clashed and the song screamed in elation, this battle was her crucial moment, her orchestra, her grand performance! It was also conveniently acted as her Trials of Skill and Courage.
However everything ended and when it came, she stared at her opponent, watched as the light faded from his eyes and the song sung its mournful tune again.
Her trial of the flesh occurred on a solo mission out in the Rim. Rane had been needed for an important mission elsewhere and she was deemed strong enough to go by herself, the mission was to investigate some bandits out on a small planet, simple enough. However it soon turned into a desperate fight with a team of Mandalorian pirates, she fought for two full hours against seven of them by herself, and before she killed the last one she was burned severely by a flamethrower. She was unconscious in the Temple ICU for five weeks before she came out.
Her Trial of the Spirit was the most difficult trial of all, Rane oversaw it since he was skilled in the use of the Force and would guide her back. She didn't know what she would see during this trial but she felt nervous and with good reason. To this day she hasn't revealed just what she saw, but whenever the fear creeps in and she closes her eyes, she remembers the song screaming at her in all of its hatred, rough ballads promising pain and destruction the likes of which are never seen before.
Knighthood for all it's hype was not something Sola found interesting, with a few exceptions of course. The missions were harder and tested her to the limit sometimes, but now there was a sense of fulfillment, like she was doing something important and worthy of measure. And every time she came home to the Temple, she'd pass by the youngling creche and stop in to say hi. She didn't know why she did it the first time, she was just happy at completing her first mission by herself. Then she kept doing it, until it was a regular habit that she didn't want to miss.
And of course there was Serena. It was odd meetinh Serena. An Echani smuggler, that was something she found hard to comprehend, imagining those composed and disciplined Echani wearing simple clothing and flying a modified ship around the galaxy bringing cargo to various people. She'd met Serena on a mission to Corellia on an escort mission. She'd gotten the man to his destination and decided to cool down in the cantina before renting a shuttle back to Coruscant. She'd seen Serena at the bar and curiosity had brought her over. She'd hesitantly introduced herself and they talked, just idle chatter as they drank themselves silly. Sola discovered that night that she was terrible at holding her alcohol and that Serena was a hilarious drunk.
She'd woken up the next morning in the lounge of Serena's ship and after some talking and laughing over last night's events, Serena had agreed to take her back to Coruscant. They'd parted ways after that, not expecting to meet the other again.
However they did meet again, this time on Nar Shadaa where Sola was tracking down a crime lord who was trafficking drugs and slaves through Republic space. Serena was looking for payment from some dead-beat weapons dealer who'd short-changed her of her creds. They'd decided to team up to complete their goals and together the duo shot into the underworld. It was there that Sola discovered that Serena really, really loved explosives. They again parted ways, not expecting to see the other again.
Yet curiously they continued to bump into each other on their adventures and came to be great friends. Then one night on Zeltros, after Sola had tracked down a wanted rapist with Serena's help they'd gone to a cantina to celebrate, Serena's idea, and promptly got high off the alcohol and the pheromones in the air. Sola remembers waking up the next morning back on Serena's ship, naked and sporting a massive hangover. It took a few more seconds to realize that Serena was also naked and once her dazed brain pieced together one plus one, she fainted.
That had been an awkward part of their relationship, Sola had been completely nerve-wracked, rambling on and on about forbidden and the trouble she would get into if the Jedi found out and how she was so confused because she'd just had sex with another woman and that was a far as she got before Serena kissed her and she lost all ability to think.
Somehow she managed to hide her little tryst from the Jedi, it helped that she'd always left Serena out on reports and that Sola was always on a solo mission whenever they met. But it's still something she is nervous about to this day. She suspects Rane knows but he's not saying anything if he does.
However with the outbreak of war, Sola wonders if she'll ever meet her again.
RP Sample
Sola really, really needed to stop getting into these kinds of situations. She ducked behind a pillar as blasterfire nearly hit her face. The air was heavy with the smell of smoke and burnt flesh and she really needed to get to higher ground before they tried to flank her.
An explosion rocked the ground floor of the building she was in and she cringed, and ignored the screams of pain and the one person cackling with barely restrained glee.
"Please don't bring the roof down on my head Serena!" she called over her shoulder, immersing herself in the Force and almost missing the 'Roger, now let's make something explode!' from somewhere to her right.
Both sabers ignited she darted from her hiding spot, feeling the song explode in her head as she raised her sabers in a complicated twirl to deflect a volley of blasterfire from a group of thugs behind an overturned pillar.
She needed to get higher and get to the enemies firing from the second floor or they'd be dead. She jumped as the song lifted her higher and onto the second floor. Below her the unfortunate thugs hiding behind the pillar screamed when a rocket slammed into their position.
At least Serena was doing okay. That thought filled her with warmth as she advanced, deflecting blaster bolts and cutting down any thug who got too close to her in the cramped walkway.
One particular thug pulled a vibrosword from his back and charged her. She smirked and blocked with her first blade, while she spun, pushing the sword down with her blade and decapitating the thug with her second. A grenade landed at her feet and she jumped back, the explosion propelling her.
She hit the ground and rolled, coming into a crouch and deflecting another volley. The song was playing louder now, warning her through spikes in the music when blasterbolts got close. She summoned the Force and sent the group to the floor. A grenade landed in their midst and blew them apart.
Sola didn't even have to turn to know who'd done that. But she did anyways, Serena was behind her, that wicked smile on her face as she fingered a thermal detonator in one hand and a blaster in the other.
"So, who does that leave?" she asked, eyes briefly moving to scan for more hostiles.
"Just the mercenary leader at the top, we've got at least five more floors filled with enemies to go through before we get there." she replied, mentally groaning at the thought of having to fight so many enemies.
"....Can I blow them up please?" Serena asked from behind her, Sola could feel the grin on her face.
Should she? There was a good chance the building would be destroyed by the type of firepower Serena could bring to the table. But on the other hand, reinforcements wouldn't be coming for a while and she wasn't sure if they could take down so many enemies by themselves. Hell, they'd had to take on at least twenty-five enemies on the first two floors alone.
She sighed, because she was sure she was going to regret this.
"Fine, don't overdo it okay?" she said, a sense of foreboding in the back of her mind.
"Yes! Leave it to me, darling." Sola blushed under the familiar pet name, happy that no reinforcements were here to see this. She was even happier she couldn't see the blush on her face after Serena gave her a peck on the cheek and walked towards some of the supports.
(One hour later)
Sola stared at the rubble of the building she'd almost gotten buried under.
"What part of don't overdo it did you not get!" she yelled, upset because the man was supposed to have had some important information on other terrorists.
"There's still rubble isn't there?" That was the worst reply ever and Serena knew it the moment Sola gave her that look. It meant she would have to try hard to make it up to her, a nice dinner before she dropped her off on Coruscant, or a profuse apology. It also meant she was getting the couch tonight on the shuttle back, not fun.
