Post by Ikiriz on Mar 4, 2011 22:29:26 GMT -5
Name: Tendra (Abbree)
Race: Zabrak
Age: 19
Height: 5'6
Weight: 145 lbs
Appearance:
Tendra has a certain air of arrogance or self-importance about her, a prejudice that often is off. Although aware of her own abilities she tries her best to dull it with a certain modesty. Her eyes a gray and her skin is a deep coral red. Medium-sized red horns are prodding through a mane of thick-jet black hair that is usually well combed, and cut to her shoulders. A fine scar shows itself across her face, starting at the top of her right cheekbone cutting down through her face to her chin, splitting her lips. Golden tattoos cover the left side of her face. She is usually seen wearing black or brown robes with a matching tunic under, a belt piecing the outfit together. A beautiful long handle lightsaber is attached at the rugged belt. Fine black metallic emitter shrouds curves along the base of the blade.
Personality:
"There is no such thing as failure - only experience"
Tendra is a girl that in many situations choose to let people act on their own instead of interfering. She highly respects other cultures and honor her guest with the same integrity inherited from her race. She's self-confident and tend to seek out equal-minded people. She believes that only those who, without hesitation, will listen to the force will succeed. Tendra is not one to give up, whenever she's faced with failure she picks herself up from the floor and finishes what she started. She sees success and failure to be two sides of the same coin, 50% of the time it will land on a different side than you had hoped for.
"Coincidence is a myth created by people who are afraid to accept a higher purpose"
Birth place: Iridonia
Faction: Jedi
Rank: Padawan
Lightsaber: long-handle lightsaber, with two curved emitter shrouds, an Opilia crystal and a ruusan focus crystal (if that's alright with you guys).
Color: Silvery-blue
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho: 3
Makashi N/A
Soresu N/A
Ataru 2
Shien / Djem So N/A
>>Sub-form Backhanded
Niman N/A
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield
Juyo N/A
Double Bladed Combat N/A
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 4
Telepathic: 6
Body: 5
Sense: 2
Protection: 3
Healing: 3
Destruction: 0
Specialized Skills:
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 4
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 6
Leadership: 1
Unarmed: 5
Melee Weapons: 3
Ranged Weapons: 3
Force Attunement: +3
Bio:
Birth:
Our saga starts out, as it goes with any saga, with the birth of our hero. Tendra. It hadn't been an easy pregnancy for her mother, it had been burdened with difficulties. Her father, a proud warrior of their people, had done what he could to see to his exhausted wife, but it had taken it's toll on the young woman. On the night of the birth it soon became clear for the parties involved that it wouldn't become any easier...
A scream pierced the dim lit room. A stench of blood and sweat lingered heavily like a thick blanket pulled over the atmosphere. A woman with red skin, horns and short black hair was lying in a bed surrounded by 3 worried looking doctors of the same race. Her face was covered in blue tattoos and pain was written in her expression. Her bare stomach was bulging and movements could be seen inside. The bed was soaked in blood and the voices of the doctor were solemn as they made a depressing conclusion. A needle pierced the skin of the woman's stomach as the movements seemed to decrease, followed up by a scalpel cutting into the flesh like it was butter. The screams of the woman had been silenced and replaced by a alarming silence and vague breathing. One of the doctors, a zabrak with large black horns, tanned skin and vividly purple tattoos, notified the doctor cutting in to the stomach that the mother was slipping "Sepkan, hurry we're losing them both". As the gashing wound revealed a tiny red baby, a hysterical scream broke the silence. The error of the hasting surgeon soon become obvious as a clean cut spread the fine skin of the newborn, revealing the red flesh beneath. The wound reached from right cheekbone down to the infants chin, splitting the lips in the process. A metallic syringe were pressed against the wound on the infants cheek, pressing out a green odorous liquid that quickly merged with the wound, closing it together. The doctor placed the syringe on the table, picking up the now silent infant. He turned around to see the process of his colleagues.
As he had expected the woman's chest wasn't moving anymore and the others had stopped working on her. His yellow eyes fell down to the child that was pressed against the mans chest, eyes closed and a steady breath. The Zabrak carried the child into the small waiting area where a tall male zabrak was standing. Weariness painted on his expression, as he paced the floor with impatience. He immediately looked up at the doctor as he entered the room. Reading the solemn look on the doctor combined with the fact that he wasn't led into the room told him what had happened. A mournful expression stretched painfully over the mans face for a minute before he looked down at the child, his face softening. He accepted the child into his arms, carefully examining the child as to imprint the image in his brain. "Thank you doctor.. You did what you could. Please prepare the body for funeral, I will take Abbree home for now"
Age 1-4
Even though the small family had been struck hard by the tragedy, they thrived. Tendras father was as proud as any father, if not more, and he spend alot of his time playing with her. He would often come home with toys he had made, and he was not shy to give an advice or two.
The beautiful metallic blade was as light as any toy as Tendra swung it casually around. Her gray eyes were staring fascinated at every curvy movement it made. The edge was as dull as the backside of a butter knife but Tendra still felt like she was given the most precious treasure. Her father's red eyes could be seen reflected in the shiny blade and she looked up at him with admiration. "Thank you daddy" the tiny child voice seemed to soften the stern expression of her father, and he gave a smile that parted his lips adorned with black tattoos. "You are welcome Abbree.. Now go show it to your friends, but be careful. It's not sharp but it can still hurt if you hit hard." He gave her a serious look "And I mean it this time!". The child looked as innocent as her age before nodding. A self-important look came over the child "I promise" With that wow she ran off into the large town to find her friends, looking forward to show them the exquisite blade her farther had crafted.
Tendra was somewhat of a social child, but she still had problems finding the way to act around other girls her age. She would always take the leader role as a hero of their people, the leading warrior. Her father often tried to calm her down a bit, but secretly he was proud, expecting to see a great warrior grow out of the young girl. He had it all planned out until the stranger came to their planet...
A black tunic wrapped the child in soft fabric with a red scarf tied around the waist. Loose black pants were tugged into a brown pair of boots with laces tied clumsily. Black shoulder-length hair was tied in a ponytail wavering behind her as she ran around with 2 other girls her age, fighting them with toy swords to the amusement of the surrounding adults. Tendra was carefully backing away from an attack coming from one of the slightly older girls, almost tripping as she slipped on loose rocks on the ground, but managed to keep her footing until she bumped into something solid behind her. The girl in front of her stopped her advance and lowered the pitiful small weapon while looking at the thing Tendra bumped in to. She raised her chin, looking up at the blockade that so rudely had interrupted their fight before turning around. A tall man was standing there, looking at her with a crooked smile on his lips, framed by a blond beard. A light sand colored tunic was wrapped around him, held up by a sturdy leather belt. Attached to the belt was a blackened lightsaber hilt with leather bindings around it to soften the grip and to keep it from slipping out of the wearer's hands. A dark robe was wrapped around him and a hood covered his head, revealing only his face. Blue eyes were watching her carefully. "Careful little one" the man said with a charismatic voice. "Do you happen to know where the council is?" A question that was quite redundant in Tendra's mind as he was standing mere feet away from it. She raised her chubby child hand and pointed to a large darkened building made of stone. "Thank you" He said before turning his back to the playing kids and walked into the building. Tendra turned around to face the other kids before she confidently announced "That was a Jedi. I know because he have a lightning saber on him!"
Tendra stepped over the threshold to her home with an exhausted expression on her face. It was almost dinner time, and she had been running around fighting with the other girls. Bruises on her body were signs that she had ignored, or forgotten, her fathers warnings and had indeed played rough. She was surprised to see that her father was sitting on the blue couch in the living room, across from the Jedi she had stumbled into earlier. They both looked at her as she entered the home, and she suddenly felt uncomfortable by the attention she got, naturally assuming he was there to tell her father of her escapades. "Abbree come over here for a moment, will you" her father said, padding on a chair next to the couch. She trotted over there with a suspecting look on her face, giving the Jedi a betrayed look before sitting down. "Your father and I have talked about you, I think you might be sensitive to the force around you" The child looked at him with a confused look. Although she had heard stories of the Jedi she hadn't quite gotten the part about the force. "Before we continue this debate I must ask you for a sample of your blood". The child was obviously taken aback by the Jedis request and she quickly turned her face to her father with a questioning look upon her face. Her father only nodded, encouraging the child to go along with the strangers proposal. She looked back to the Jedi, stretching her small bruised arm towards him. The Jedi carefully rolled up her sleeve and almost faster than Tendra could perceive he pressed a tiny metallic looking thing against the arm, pricking a small hole in the flesh. It didn't hurt the girl and she seemed surprised by the fact, staring at the tiny drop of blood on her arm as if she couldn't believe it was actually there. The Jedi looked at the metallic thing for a while before nodding to himself. "As I suspected. You have a high midi-chlorian count.. This means that you are sensitive to the force around you. An important part of becoming a Jedi and training in the temple. Your father and I have been talking about it while you were out playing with your friends. If you agree to come with me, I will take you to the Jedi temple on coruscant and you will begin the training to become a Jedi"
Again she turned her face to her father to see if he agreed with the Jedi's statement. Her father looked at her with eyebrows raised "Abbree.. This is not a decision I can take for you. You must decide for yourself what you want in your life. Being a Jedi you will be trained to be a great warrior and do a lot of good in this world. You wont be able to see me for a very long time, but whatever you choose I will be proud of you. And we will see each other again eventually". The Jedi watched the two carefully with a thoughtful expression as they debated his proposal. "But father.. I don't want to leave! Can't you come with me?" There was a desperation in her voice "No, Abbree. Some things in life you have to do yourself, without your father's guidance. But don't worry, if you decide to leave, the Jedi will take good care of you". Tendra seemed to ponder the things her father and the jedi had said. She had always wanted to step in her father and mothers footsteps and become a great warrior, but she was not keen on leaving her father alone. "I will go.. And become a great warrior.. Get a lightning saber and destroy the bad guys. Just as you and mom.. But.. I will miss you." Kendra looked at her father with watering eyes as she told him her decision.
Age 4-9
The journey to Coruscant had been the hardest for Tendra. The feeling of flying further and further away from everything she held dear to her heart. She recovered fast from her home-sick state of mind, and she became fast friends with many at the academy. It was apparent that she enjoyed spending time with the more gifted people, and she respected her teachers.
The hatch opened to the ship and bright light temporarily blinded Tendra. When her eyes adjusted to the light she found herself walking down on a landing platform surrounded by huge buildings. She had never seen such a big civilization and she gawked at the wonders. "This is Coruscant. The most technological advanced planet as of yet. It is here the Jedi temple is build, and it is here you will spend the next many years training with your peers." Tendra looked up at the Jedi, obviously intimidated by the strangeness of the new surroundings but still she followed the Jedi down the ramp. "Is everybody from other places like me?" She asked, secretly hoping it to be so. She felt out of place and awkward in this situation and didn't know how to act. "Not all.. But most of them are.You will see for yourself soon enough". The pathways of Coruscant were littered with people of all races and she had to move out of their way often not to get trampled. Some were very interested in the Jedi and the small child, keeping an eye on them as they walked by, others completely ignored their existence, continuing their own matters. More than once she almost got lost in the crowd because she had stopped to look at the strange merchandise a traveling merchant had brought with him from distant planets. When they finally arrived at the temple ground, Kendra was exhausted with the variety of visual imprints the city had made on her. The Jedi followed her into an area of the temple where a lot of children were walking around talking to each other, and showed her a door. "This will be your room while you stay here. A girl, Mirin, is currently staying there. She will be your roommate so treat each other with equal respect. You can both benefit greatly from each others company" He ruffled Tendras hair before leaving her alone in front of the door.
As Tendra saw him turning a corner she felt very small. The door seemed intimidating and she wondered if she should run after him, knock on the door or just walk in. The first idea seemed the most appealing but he was long gone now, and she wouldn't want to get lost. She closed her hand around the handle and opened the door slowly, unsure of what she would find inside. The room was simple enough, a bed on each side of the room, a door leading out to a small bathroom in the western side of the room, and big windows leading out to a courtyard. On one of the beds, a girl shorter than her was seated, writing on a piece of paper. She looked up when the door was opened. The striking green scaly skin of the Falleen struck Tendra to be very beautiful and she didn't feel uncomfortable under the curious gaze of the girl's blue eyes "You must be Tendra.. The new girl. I was told you were coming, I cleaned the bed for you. I am Mirin" Tendra smiled and closed the door after her "Yes! I am.. Uhm.. What are you doing?" The Falleen girl placed the paper and pencil on the bed beside her "oh nothing, just some homework but it can wait. Want to see my training saber?" Tendra relaxed by the open nature of the Falleen and placed her bags in front of the clear bed before sitting down next to Mirin "Yes! Very much!"
"Tendra! Over here!" a voice called over the crowd in the courtyard. Tendra turned her head and saw that the voice belonged to one of her classmate, a human named David. She casually strolled past the other kids in the courtyard to David. His brown hair framed his light skin and dark eyes as he looked mischievous as her. A glance she often got whenever he wanted something from her. And sure enough "Can I borrow your notes?" he said innocently. "I forgot to take my notebook with me to class" Tendra rolled her eyes at the Youngling's obvious lack of order and reached down into a bag hanging around her shoulder. She pulled out a blue notebook with her name written across the front "Just don't forget to return it before curfew. I need to look at it myself" The boy accepted the book from Tendra and smiled "Don't worry I'll have it back in no time. By the way I think you may have a future master, I noticed that Korbin over there has been watching you pretty intensely" Kendra turned her head in the direction the boy pointed just in time to see the Jedi that brought her to the temple turn his head and leave the courtyard "Korbin? That's his name? He's the one who found me in the first place.. What do you know about him?" David seem to ponder the question for a while before answering hesitantly "well.. I don't know THAT much.. I know his name is Korbin Deftin and he found a couple of people for the temple. Mostly he's offworld but I do see him in the temple sometimes. As far as I know he had a padawan before that got killed in an ambush". Tendra looked at the place were Korbin had been just few moments ago and thought about the ill-fate of the Jedi and his padawan, completely forgetting that David was still watching her.
Age 10-12
Tendra was not always the best at keeping her cool, and that had caught the attention of one of her friend's master. He had noticed the rash decisions the young girl could take, and it became obvious to most everyone around them that he did not care much for the future of this young child. Another master, however, had taken an interest to the girl. He had seen the great things she could be able to do with the right training. He didn't care if the girl had a few problems, he held a stern belief that with proper training and wisdom, the boldness of youth would disappear with time.
The fist came crushing towards her face, a move that had been unexpected from her side, and as it rammed into the her left cheek she got dizzy and the bitter taste of blood filled her mouth. She placed her right foot behind her to gain a momentum of balance and looked at David in front of her. He had wrapped shredded piece of cloth around his fist to soften the blows, but he was still far stronger than her. She spat the blood in her mouth out on the ground and gave the sweaty boy a dirty look. He had waited patiently for he to recover from the successful blow with a smirk upon his lips. "Caught ya there, didn't I?" the boy said with a teasing voice. The soil under Tendra's foot was pressed together, flowing out beneath her sole as she pressed her weight down, preparing to launch a heavy attack against the larger opponent when a loud voice suddenly boomed over them "That's enough". Both surprised, they turned to see David's master standing with his arm folded across his chest, a stern look on his face "When I said you two could train this noon I was expecting a more civilized training. The battle is over, blood was never intended. David, we have matters to attend to, Tendra you should return to your studies. Your history is lacking." Annoyed by the Jedi's reprimand and the, in her mind, blatant display of superiority she glared at the two as they left. David's master had more than once made subtle hints that he did not care much for Tendra, once when she had asked David why, he had said that she was too aggressive. She picked up the light blue robe she had left on the ground and wrapped it around her. She placed her hand on the bruised cheek, it was heated and the blood was pulsing fast under the skin, trying to repair the subtle damage to the skin.
"Release the worries, let the force take over your mind until there's nothing but it, don't listen, don't see. Sense and through the force you will learn thing that before was hidden". The Jedi masters voice was calm and had a soothing effect on the group of children sitting on the floor. Tendra was bothered by a person shifting their weight to position themselves more comfortable, and another ones low cough. A myriad of thoughts seem to come from nowhere just to bother her in a time where she needed to be clear. She was straining to keep her eyes closed, an action that made it impossible for her to obtain the desired level of calm. "Relax Tendra.. Don't force it, let it come to you. You have it inside you, the force is there, let it do it for you" A familiar voice told her. As she started searching inwards instead of outwards she started to feel the well-known flow of life gushing trough her. Soon the noises of the surrounding area cleared and she could feel the pleasant vibrations of energy coming from the surroundings. It became apparent that there was another Jedi knight in the room standing by the doorway. The force acted in different patters surrounding the individual and she carefully examined its flow. "Tendra.. You know I have been watching you carefully" She suddenly recognized the voice of Korbin, and with it came the realization that his speech wasn't verbal "You are of age to be taken as a padawan by a Jedi now. I want to train you, form you into the very best you can be. Meet me outside of class when you're done here".
Tendra was kneeling on the floor, both legs resting on the floor. The room was slightly larger than the one she had lived in before becoming a padawan. It wasn't fancier than the old one, but this one allowed to move around some more, making it possible to do a bit of training in there. A bed was neatly made with a folded robe placed carefully on top of it. To the left of the bed was a wardrobe. A flickering light was coming from a white candle placed on a medium-sized desk. Papers were neatly stacked on top of each other and writings tools were gathered in a little basket. It was in the middle of this room where Tendra was training to gain a better understanding of the force. Her hair was hanging lose, blocking the view of her face that was set in a peaceful expression. She was wearing a dark brown pair of loose pants, slimming at the ankles, hugging them tight. A simple gray fitting tanktop concluded the outfit. Slowly she opened her gray eyes, letting her thoughts seep in one by one, embracing the material world. She rose from her kneeling position and walked over to the wardrobe, her mind still deep in thought. She picked out a black tunic and a pair of leathery boots and donned them. Her master was waiting for her in the courtyard, ready to begin their first lightsaber sparring match.
13-15
Along with the teenage years came the uncertainty of her place among the jedi in the order. She had outgrown many of her younger friends as they had moved on or gained masters and missions on other planets. It became rarer and rarer that she would come with an irrational outburst and she thrived studying and training with her newfound master. Over the years they developed a close relationship and she would tell him what troubled her mind.
A hard push in the chest forced Tendra roughly into the wall and temporary took her breath away. Her master waited for her to regain her footing, holding the training saber firmly in his grip, ready to deflect the forthcoming attack. Tendra placed her left leg on the wall behind her pushing against it to forward herself against her master, both hands on her training saber. "Crude and clumsy, too easy to deflect. Control your actions!" Her master said as he easily deflected her saber, pushing it roughly away to the right, exposing her side. A mistake she paid for by a barehanded blow to the ribs. She quickly took a couple of steps back to gain a small break to get an overview of the situation, but her master immediately stepped into her range, swiping her feet away under her by an unexpected force attack. She landed hard on her back, dropping the lightsaber. Korbin lowered the training saber in front of her neck, pinning her in the defeated position. "You're dead." He blatantly stated before giving her a hand, pulling her back on her feet "Don't withdraw in a situation like that. You were already on the defense, every second you think you have to spare is a second your enemy will use against you, and you'll be dead." Tendra brushed the dirt of her black tunic and picked up the training saber "I'm sorry Master.. I wasn't thinking" Korbin shook his head at her "No that's where you are wrong. You think too much, let go of your thoughts and start listening to the force. Trust in what your instincts tell you" He took a few steps back and positioned himself in a defensive position with his lightsaber in front of him. "Again!"
The silver surface of a mirror reflected the curious face of Tendra. Small red horns were prodding out of her scalp and she ran her fingers over them, carefully examining them. Over the past years they had grown with haste and she only now noticed how different she looked from the day she left Iridonia... It had been a long time since she had really thought about her homeworld but her mind had been absent the last couple of weeks, thinking about the upcoming Res selenoren. She was well aware that being an offworlder out of touch with her parents she wouldn't have a chance being a part of it. A knock on the door interrupted her and she quickly turned from the mirror and stared at the door. "Come in" Tendra said with a somewhat reserved tone of voice. The door glided open and in the doorway stood her master, dressed in his dark jedi robe he usually wore. He walked into the room, closing the door after him and looked at his young padawan.A long silence was between the two of them, before Korbin finally broke the silence "Your discipline and control has dwindled. Mind telling me what's bothering you so we can start moving forward instead of backwards?".
It wasn't an everyday thing that Korbin talked to her about her life before the temple, but she had on occasion told him a little of what she remembered. She was aware that it was crucial for her master to know her mind's turmoil, as it clearly affected her state of mind. "My people.. The Zabrak.. Have a rite of Passage called the Res Selenoren. It's a series of challenges created by your parents that you have to overcome in order to be accepted as an adult zabrak. When you've completed it you'll get your tattoos.." Korbin nodded, he knew as much and he had figured already that the problem may have been just that "Now I know that the temple rules are that I can't visit my parents, it's too late for me anyway to take the rite of passage as my parents should have created for me based on their observations. But.. I know that offworld Zabraks still have tattoos. I just don't feel... " She stopped and looked down at her bare feet and wondered how she could convey her feelings to the older master. He placed his callused hand on her shoulder, a gesture of comfort that made her look upon him again, and looked into her eyes with a genuine care "I understand Tendra.. I will find someone to do this for you."
A small bell clanged as she opened the door to a small tattoo parlor in the lower layers of Coruscant. The front room was dimly lit, with spots on posters with tattoo designs ranging from traditional Zabrak tattoos, to the more fashionable common tattoos. A yellow zabrak covered in full body tattoos, dressed in colorful civilian clothing came out from the back room and looked at the 15 year old Tendra. His gaze took in the training saber and the jedi robe "Ah.. You must be Tendra. Mr. Deftin told me you were coming. Don't be shy, come in, come in" The yellow Zabrak signaled for her to come closer, and Tendra hesitantly obliged. "Don't worry this is a common procedure, used by folks who leave Iridonia. Tell me what you want and we'll get started". Tendra took a look in a mirror, placed on the front desk in the little shop, carefully examining her features and imagining how the finished product could look like before she answered the man. She told him briefly about events in her life she would like to have the tattoos signify including, her late mother, her childhood with her father and the close relationship with her master. After going trough the things that motivated the tattoo, she went on to the physicals aspects of it, and the biological position. The Zabrak placed her on a small slab with soft lining on and placed the tattoo device on her face. It was a long and painful experience, making Tendra wonder if he was trying to peel of her skin.
16-19
The most important years of Tendras life is in the older years. In this age she gained great wisdom, but also lost close friends. She and her master had taken many missions together, most of them diplomatic to solve simple disputes and prevent war. After a well done mission her master gave her the tools to create a lightsaber. Tendra soon found out that the process of creating a lightsaber was more than mere crafting skills. It was a revealing test about her inner strengths and weaknesses and not one to be taken lightly. After several weeks of hard mediation she finished her lightsaber only to find out few days later that her Master had died. Shot down in his spacecraft by enemy Mandalorians. He hadn't stood a chance against the enemy forces.
A gust of wind blew over Tendra's head, a weird occurrence indeed but one she immediately realized she had missed. Living ín the dense city of Corruscant it was rare that a wind would reach her. The golden tattoo covering the left side of her face seemed florescent in the light of the two moons. A small squall brushed against her leg and jumped further down the grassy path. The habitat of Chandrila was a beautiful one, and a welcome exchange from the heavy city. The loose purple Tunic was wavering in the wind, as if someone pulled her in a direction to show her some unknown secret. A smile spread her lips and she looked at her master who was walking besides her. "What do you think of the information we got Tendra?" Korbin asked her with a curious voice, keeping his eyes on the path in front of him. Tendra pondered for a moment before answering "I have thought about it Master. The Gerila Chieftain claimed that the Drektar's first warrior was to blame for his daughters death due to the fact that he took her with him into the forest and didn't provide her with protection against the beast that killed her. It's obvious in their clan line that this shouldn't have happened, but the Drektar Chief clearly thinks that the Gerila Chieftain is to blame because it happened in heir territory. If the two tribes are to avoid war, a solution must be presented that appears advantageous for both parties and get their mind away from the death of the woman, since it will be futile to cast blame on someone due to an accident." She stopped talking for a moment to examine her masters reaction. As he didn't interrupt or seemed displeased she continued "Since the Drektar tribe is using their lands to farm treesap from the trees, and the Gerilia don't know how to use this method, for me it would seem that the best solution would be that the Gerilia chieftain hand over that part of their land to the Drektar tribe in exchange for half of the produced sap. That way they both feel like they gain something and perhaps they will leave their feud alone" Korbin nodded approvingly "Yes that would seem to be a good way to go. We will propose this in the morning"
A smell of burnt grass filled Tendras nostrils as Korbin deflected her blow down into the ground, disintegrating the voluptuous grass. The blue glow emitting from the lightsabers lighted up the faces of the two combatants. She stretched her free hand towards her master, grasping the force to push him backwards, giving her a momentum to place her lightsaber up in a defensive position in front of her body. Korbin quickly recovered from the push and launched towards Tendra with a swirl of fast attacks against her body. With the speed of her master she skillfully deflected the powerful attacks before placing both hands on her lightsaber, pushing her masters lightsaber backwards, forcing him to take a step back. Tendra followed suit, taking a step forward, twisting her lightsaber upside down and pushing it up her hilt clashing it into her masters chin, making him take another step backwards. Without hesitation, Kendra swung her leg back turning a full 360 to get momentum behind her kick and planted her foot in the back of Korbin, sending him to the ground with force. She placed the lightsaber above his neck "You're dead" she said, obviously finding the situation pleasing. She quickly removed the lightsaber and waited as her master rose on his feet. "Well done Tendra, you have grown. I think it's time for you to exchange the training saber with a real one." Almost simultaneously they turned off their lightsabers "I have something for you." he put his hand in a small pouch fastened to his belt and pulled out two crystals and held out the white one "This is a Ruusan crystal, the miners of Ruusan mine those. It's a focus crystal you will need when making your lightsaber." He held out a silvery crystal "This is an Opilia crystal. It was given to me by a merchant who bought it from a miner who found it in the asteroid field in the Fyrth system. Both are essential tools of creating you lightsaber." He handed the two crystals to Tendra who looked at them with a joyous glee in her eyes. She was amazed at how the crystal seemed to catch the moonlight and send out a glow of their own. "Thank you master.. This.. This is more than I could have hoped for. I am in your debt." Korbin gave her an approving nod "You don't owe me anything.. I am going on a mission for the council in Mandalorian territory it's too dangerous for you to come with me. You will head back to Coruscant and finish your lightsaber, when I come back we will see what you can do with it." Tendra took a deep bow, her hair falling down, blocking her view. "As you wish, Master."
Heavy black curtains were draped across the windows, blocking the daylight. A flickering candle stood on the floor in the middle of the room, as a lone soldier of light endlessly trying to defend against the forces of darkness, the candle stretched to reach the dark corners. Tendra was sitting cross-legged in front of the candle. Her hands rested casually, backside down, on her legs, a white crystal laying lifeless in her hands. Behind closed eyes she still had a clear vision of the rooms. emitting from the small crystal in her hands was a vague pulse, weak and fragile, Tendra got the feeling that if she forced it to bend to her will it would break and the remaining life would vanish. She prodded her mind around the crystal, feeling the edges of the crystals energies, trying to find a gentle way into the energies. As if something suddenly grabbed her, her mind was pulled into the crystals and she found herself standing on charred rock. Taking a quick look around her she found that she was standing on a field on her homeplanet Iridonia. The landscape was blurry and flawed as if limited by her own recollection. A small child came running across a dirt road, happy and in her own little world. As she gazed upon the girl she realized that it was herself as she was when she was a kid. Tendra watched her carefully and decided to follow the young her into town. It was apparent by the faceless crowds reactions that they weren't aware of her presence. As they drew nearer to her childhood home she saw a tall woman standing before their house, waiting with a smile towards the little kid, a flowing white dress ornated the red zabrak's smooth skin. As if told by a stranger she immediately recognized the woman as her mother. The child finally reached the mother and as she did blood starting pouring out from every orifice of her. Blood spilled out unto the child who hopelessly clasped to her mothers dress, and as dread filled Tendras mind she saw her father exit the house and join the two in a desperate embrace.
Tendra reached out her hand, trying to help but as she did the three of them all looked directly into her eyes, as if she by reaching out had alerted them of her presence. "You! You did this!" the voice of her father boomed over the faceless and soundless crowd in the city. "Why did you kill me?" The soft voice of her mother joined in. Finally the child spoke "You, and only you can be blamed for the death of your mother. It would have been better if you never existed!". The voice shrieked and felt like a knife cutting into her bones. "I didn't mean to.." Tendra started but was abruptly cut off by her father "You don't belong here, you're not a Zabrak. You're not my daughter. You're not anything!". The faceless crowd turned into shadows, overwhelming Tendra. She felt like being drowned slowly in a disgusting sticky black liquid that drowned out all light and sound. She desperately tried to open her mouth, to respond, to apologize but every time she did so, more black liquid filled her lungs. There is no emotion, there is peace. The shadows seemed to hesitate for a moment before lunging in another attack. There is no ignorance, there is knowledge. The shadows took a step back, freeing Tendra from the strangling grasp, leaving her to throw up the dark matter on the ground. There is no passion, there is serenity. The shadows retreated into the shadows of the buildings, watching her. She could see the three of them in their place, still staring at her with a hateful glee in their eyes. There is no chaos, there is harmony. The shadows disappeared, leaving the village empty except the few houses and the three still standing there, soiled in blood. Tendra closed her eyes, focusing on the last bit of the Jedi Code. There is no death, there is the force. As she slowly opened her eyes again the picture of her bleeding mother was gone, and a feeling of peace spread out into the village. The shadowy outline of the city was replaced, and now she saw the village in it's full splendor, with people and sound and harmony. She turned to see herself and her father, again ignorant to her presence, walking together inside the house.
She turned her back to the village and walked out to the rocky plane again. In the horizon, in front of one of the rare jungles on Iridonia, she saw a dark shadow. A person, standing there in the morning dew, watched her, waited for her. She recognized the man as her master, Korbin. He stretched his arm out, gesturing for her to come closer, his mouth moving but Tendra was unable to hear him. She began walking closer to him, wondering what her master was doing on Iridonia. He was dressed the same was when he first visited the planet, and to her surprise he didn't look any older than that day. As she came closer to him she saw armored warriors sneaking in behind him. She shouted to him "Watch out Master! Behind you!" But it was too late. A blaster shot destroyed the chest of her master. In surprise he turned around only to be stabbed several times by the horde of warriors. Peace is a lie. She began running towards the warriors and the corpse of her master. She didn't realize before that she had a ligthsaber on her, but now she had it in her hand, ignited and thirsting for flesh. Through power I gain victory. She reached the warriors and with a skill she didn't know she possessed she swung the saber cutting merciless into the flesh of the attackers. One by one they were all cut down by her blade, a smell of burned flesh hanging in the air. As she carelessly skimmed over the pile of dead bodies she noticed the mark on their armor. Mandalorian. She sneered in disgust before kneeling in front of the body of her master "Master.. Don't die.." Her voice was high-pitched from the grief stuck in her throat. She placed a bloody hand under the head of her master, smearing his blond hair with the crimson juice. "I'm sorry.. I tried to.. I didn't mean to." The image of the dead Korbin slowly started to dissolve itself "Don't.. Don't leave me.." After a while she was sitting with a faceless dead body in her lap, drenched in blood, rotting corpses surrounding her. "I'm.. Sorry.." She opened her eyes and were again in the small room. The candle was no more, not an ounce of heat left in the melted wax. The images of her mediation haunted her still, but in her hands, pulsating with powerful energy, was her focus crystal. Charged and ready to place into her lightsaber.
It had been several days since her mediation and Tendra was working in her room with the almost finished lightsaber in front of her. There had been no word from her master and she fought to keep the pressure of uncertainty at bay. She adjusted the length of the blade with a twist of the wrist and fastened the two emitter shrouds that twisted up the beginning of the blade. Taking a last calculating look at the lightsaber she ignited it. A fine silvery-blue blade emitted from the the long hilt. It looked perfectly steady and everything worked out as she had planned. She swung the saber with a fascinated glare before shutting off the power. "I see you have finally made your lightsaber young Tendra." the voice of one of the council members made Tendra turn to look at him. "Yes Council member. Just as you entered, I am sure" She said with a dignified voice. "Ah, I have been watching you for quite some time now.. I didn't want to interrupt your work" Tendra clipped the lightsaber to her belt, as she had done so many times with the training saber. She looked patiently at the man. "I bring bad news I'm afraid.. We just got the word that Master Korbin Deftin was shot down in his vessel. Nobody on board the ship made it out alive". Tendra nodded with teeth clenched together "You don't look surprised?" the council member asked with a raised eyebrow "No master.. I sensed it while meditating over my force crystals.. I wasn't sure if it was true. I couldn't believe it." Her eyes fell on the lightsaber hilt at her belt, her thoughts raged back to the last time she had seen him alive. She was closely watched by the elder "Be mindful of your feelings, young padawan. You must let go of him" Tendra squeezed her eyes together and took a deep breath "I know councilman.. I will manage this. It's still somewhat of a shock, and perhaps one I should have been better prepared for. Don't worry about me, I will handle it" She moved a few steps forward and placed her hand on the councilmans shoulder "Thank you.." She said with a sincere voice. "I know you will.." He said, "but I have a mission for you from the council. A place far away from all of this, where you might have a little break to sort out your head." She looked at the councilman with curiosity "oh?"
The long dark robe was soaked in water by the time Tendra entered the large Shiritoku Botanical Facility . The moment she walked inside she was greeted by a representative of the Jedi. An older black-haired woman with gray streaks running from her temple to the tips of her hair. Her dark eyes watched Tendra as she removed her hood, revealing her face. "Welcome, I am Delia Drakoni, I am your guide on this stay." the old woman said as if she had rehearsed it many times before. Tendra gave the woman a bow "I am Tendra Abbree, padawan sent from the Jedi Council, I am here to bring back a report on the facility". A brief look of discontent strayed across the woman's face "Padawan? I had the understanding that a knight was to oversee our work?". A sudden stab of annoyance filled Tendra but she pushed it away, replacing it with calm "I am not a knight yet, but I am no child. If the council deemed it necessary for the knights to be somewhere else, I am capable of filling in for them. It's nothing against the hard work you have put into the place, it's a mere question of availability. And I have been trained well, you shouldn't question my abilities." The woman quickly looked straight down the hall they both were walking "Of course.. I meant no disrespect. I was just surprised. If we turn down this hall I will lead you to your room for the stay, and tomorrow, when you're rested, we can begin the tour". Tendra nodded and followed the woman to the room where she was to stay for the next 6 months.
The 6 months Tendra stayed at the Facility, was a slow 6 months. The council had meant for it to be so, to give Tendra some time to piece her mind together after the devastating loss of her Master, and to fight the dark side that seemed to tempt her in her sleep. The workers there seemed to have a disdain for the padawan, but over time they soon got used to her walking around, watching them. Most of the troubles that arised in the facility was math problems or botanic troubles that Tendra knew nothing of. It wasn't a problem as she was send out to gather a report, not to intervene. When she finished the long months she was still clouded by the death of her master and her own uncertain future, but she was much more at peace than she was prior to the mission.
RP Sample:
All of the rooms in the youngling area were dark and naturally she assumed that they were asleep. She pulled her hood down, her hair tied up in a ponytail, and stared at the temple. Last time she had been there she had gotten the news of her dead master. She pressed her fingers against her temples as if she had a bad headache and frowned, the memories of how he died still burned into her memory. She moved towards the main entrance, a bag hanging heavily across her shoulder. She was blocked by a person in a brown robe. She recognized him as David, one of her childhood friends. His brown eyes stared sympathizing into her gray ones. Tired from the long journey it itched in Tendra to get her business done and deliver the journal to the council. "David.. What are you doing out here this late?" her voice betrayed nothing of her annoyance. "I heard what happened to your master, and when I heard you would be coming back tonight I had to see if you are okay.. Are you?" The question lingered in the cool evening air for a moment before Tendra shook her head. It was a question she had often asked herself. "I am fine David.. It's not what anyone had hoped for but there's nothing I or anyone else can do anything about". David sighed and shook his head at Tendra "You know Tendra.. You really should start opening up a bit more. It has been almost a year since I last spoke to you, and I can see in your eyes that you're not feeling well." She placed a hand on David shoulder and walked past him "Don't worry about it David. I'll get over it." her voice was firm as she spoke to him, walking down a dark hallway towards her room.
Race: Zabrak
Age: 19
Height: 5'6
Weight: 145 lbs
Appearance:
Tendra has a certain air of arrogance or self-importance about her, a prejudice that often is off. Although aware of her own abilities she tries her best to dull it with a certain modesty. Her eyes a gray and her skin is a deep coral red. Medium-sized red horns are prodding through a mane of thick-jet black hair that is usually well combed, and cut to her shoulders. A fine scar shows itself across her face, starting at the top of her right cheekbone cutting down through her face to her chin, splitting her lips. Golden tattoos cover the left side of her face. She is usually seen wearing black or brown robes with a matching tunic under, a belt piecing the outfit together. A beautiful long handle lightsaber is attached at the rugged belt. Fine black metallic emitter shrouds curves along the base of the blade.
Personality:
"There is no such thing as failure - only experience"
Tendra is a girl that in many situations choose to let people act on their own instead of interfering. She highly respects other cultures and honor her guest with the same integrity inherited from her race. She's self-confident and tend to seek out equal-minded people. She believes that only those who, without hesitation, will listen to the force will succeed. Tendra is not one to give up, whenever she's faced with failure she picks herself up from the floor and finishes what she started. She sees success and failure to be two sides of the same coin, 50% of the time it will land on a different side than you had hoped for.
"Coincidence is a myth created by people who are afraid to accept a higher purpose"
Birth place: Iridonia
Faction: Jedi
Rank: Padawan
Lightsaber: long-handle lightsaber, with two curved emitter shrouds, an Opilia crystal and a ruusan focus crystal (if that's alright with you guys).
Color: Silvery-blue
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho: 3
Makashi N/A
Soresu N/A
Ataru 2
Shien / Djem So N/A
>>Sub-form Backhanded
Niman N/A
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield
Juyo N/A
Double Bladed Combat N/A
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 4
Telepathic: 6
Body: 5
Sense: 2
Protection: 3
Healing: 3
Destruction: 0
Specialized Skills:
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 4
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 6
Leadership: 1
Unarmed: 5
Melee Weapons: 3
Ranged Weapons: 3
Force Attunement: +3
Bio:
Birth:
Our saga starts out, as it goes with any saga, with the birth of our hero. Tendra. It hadn't been an easy pregnancy for her mother, it had been burdened with difficulties. Her father, a proud warrior of their people, had done what he could to see to his exhausted wife, but it had taken it's toll on the young woman. On the night of the birth it soon became clear for the parties involved that it wouldn't become any easier...
A scream pierced the dim lit room. A stench of blood and sweat lingered heavily like a thick blanket pulled over the atmosphere. A woman with red skin, horns and short black hair was lying in a bed surrounded by 3 worried looking doctors of the same race. Her face was covered in blue tattoos and pain was written in her expression. Her bare stomach was bulging and movements could be seen inside. The bed was soaked in blood and the voices of the doctor were solemn as they made a depressing conclusion. A needle pierced the skin of the woman's stomach as the movements seemed to decrease, followed up by a scalpel cutting into the flesh like it was butter. The screams of the woman had been silenced and replaced by a alarming silence and vague breathing. One of the doctors, a zabrak with large black horns, tanned skin and vividly purple tattoos, notified the doctor cutting in to the stomach that the mother was slipping "Sepkan, hurry we're losing them both". As the gashing wound revealed a tiny red baby, a hysterical scream broke the silence. The error of the hasting surgeon soon become obvious as a clean cut spread the fine skin of the newborn, revealing the red flesh beneath. The wound reached from right cheekbone down to the infants chin, splitting the lips in the process. A metallic syringe were pressed against the wound on the infants cheek, pressing out a green odorous liquid that quickly merged with the wound, closing it together. The doctor placed the syringe on the table, picking up the now silent infant. He turned around to see the process of his colleagues.
As he had expected the woman's chest wasn't moving anymore and the others had stopped working on her. His yellow eyes fell down to the child that was pressed against the mans chest, eyes closed and a steady breath. The Zabrak carried the child into the small waiting area where a tall male zabrak was standing. Weariness painted on his expression, as he paced the floor with impatience. He immediately looked up at the doctor as he entered the room. Reading the solemn look on the doctor combined with the fact that he wasn't led into the room told him what had happened. A mournful expression stretched painfully over the mans face for a minute before he looked down at the child, his face softening. He accepted the child into his arms, carefully examining the child as to imprint the image in his brain. "Thank you doctor.. You did what you could. Please prepare the body for funeral, I will take Abbree home for now"
Age 1-4
Even though the small family had been struck hard by the tragedy, they thrived. Tendras father was as proud as any father, if not more, and he spend alot of his time playing with her. He would often come home with toys he had made, and he was not shy to give an advice or two.
The beautiful metallic blade was as light as any toy as Tendra swung it casually around. Her gray eyes were staring fascinated at every curvy movement it made. The edge was as dull as the backside of a butter knife but Tendra still felt like she was given the most precious treasure. Her father's red eyes could be seen reflected in the shiny blade and she looked up at him with admiration. "Thank you daddy" the tiny child voice seemed to soften the stern expression of her father, and he gave a smile that parted his lips adorned with black tattoos. "You are welcome Abbree.. Now go show it to your friends, but be careful. It's not sharp but it can still hurt if you hit hard." He gave her a serious look "And I mean it this time!". The child looked as innocent as her age before nodding. A self-important look came over the child "I promise" With that wow she ran off into the large town to find her friends, looking forward to show them the exquisite blade her farther had crafted.
Tendra was somewhat of a social child, but she still had problems finding the way to act around other girls her age. She would always take the leader role as a hero of their people, the leading warrior. Her father often tried to calm her down a bit, but secretly he was proud, expecting to see a great warrior grow out of the young girl. He had it all planned out until the stranger came to their planet...
A black tunic wrapped the child in soft fabric with a red scarf tied around the waist. Loose black pants were tugged into a brown pair of boots with laces tied clumsily. Black shoulder-length hair was tied in a ponytail wavering behind her as she ran around with 2 other girls her age, fighting them with toy swords to the amusement of the surrounding adults. Tendra was carefully backing away from an attack coming from one of the slightly older girls, almost tripping as she slipped on loose rocks on the ground, but managed to keep her footing until she bumped into something solid behind her. The girl in front of her stopped her advance and lowered the pitiful small weapon while looking at the thing Tendra bumped in to. She raised her chin, looking up at the blockade that so rudely had interrupted their fight before turning around. A tall man was standing there, looking at her with a crooked smile on his lips, framed by a blond beard. A light sand colored tunic was wrapped around him, held up by a sturdy leather belt. Attached to the belt was a blackened lightsaber hilt with leather bindings around it to soften the grip and to keep it from slipping out of the wearer's hands. A dark robe was wrapped around him and a hood covered his head, revealing only his face. Blue eyes were watching her carefully. "Careful little one" the man said with a charismatic voice. "Do you happen to know where the council is?" A question that was quite redundant in Tendra's mind as he was standing mere feet away from it. She raised her chubby child hand and pointed to a large darkened building made of stone. "Thank you" He said before turning his back to the playing kids and walked into the building. Tendra turned around to face the other kids before she confidently announced "That was a Jedi. I know because he have a lightning saber on him!"
Tendra stepped over the threshold to her home with an exhausted expression on her face. It was almost dinner time, and she had been running around fighting with the other girls. Bruises on her body were signs that she had ignored, or forgotten, her fathers warnings and had indeed played rough. She was surprised to see that her father was sitting on the blue couch in the living room, across from the Jedi she had stumbled into earlier. They both looked at her as she entered the home, and she suddenly felt uncomfortable by the attention she got, naturally assuming he was there to tell her father of her escapades. "Abbree come over here for a moment, will you" her father said, padding on a chair next to the couch. She trotted over there with a suspecting look on her face, giving the Jedi a betrayed look before sitting down. "Your father and I have talked about you, I think you might be sensitive to the force around you" The child looked at him with a confused look. Although she had heard stories of the Jedi she hadn't quite gotten the part about the force. "Before we continue this debate I must ask you for a sample of your blood". The child was obviously taken aback by the Jedis request and she quickly turned her face to her father with a questioning look upon her face. Her father only nodded, encouraging the child to go along with the strangers proposal. She looked back to the Jedi, stretching her small bruised arm towards him. The Jedi carefully rolled up her sleeve and almost faster than Tendra could perceive he pressed a tiny metallic looking thing against the arm, pricking a small hole in the flesh. It didn't hurt the girl and she seemed surprised by the fact, staring at the tiny drop of blood on her arm as if she couldn't believe it was actually there. The Jedi looked at the metallic thing for a while before nodding to himself. "As I suspected. You have a high midi-chlorian count.. This means that you are sensitive to the force around you. An important part of becoming a Jedi and training in the temple. Your father and I have been talking about it while you were out playing with your friends. If you agree to come with me, I will take you to the Jedi temple on coruscant and you will begin the training to become a Jedi"
Again she turned her face to her father to see if he agreed with the Jedi's statement. Her father looked at her with eyebrows raised "Abbree.. This is not a decision I can take for you. You must decide for yourself what you want in your life. Being a Jedi you will be trained to be a great warrior and do a lot of good in this world. You wont be able to see me for a very long time, but whatever you choose I will be proud of you. And we will see each other again eventually". The Jedi watched the two carefully with a thoughtful expression as they debated his proposal. "But father.. I don't want to leave! Can't you come with me?" There was a desperation in her voice "No, Abbree. Some things in life you have to do yourself, without your father's guidance. But don't worry, if you decide to leave, the Jedi will take good care of you". Tendra seemed to ponder the things her father and the jedi had said. She had always wanted to step in her father and mothers footsteps and become a great warrior, but she was not keen on leaving her father alone. "I will go.. And become a great warrior.. Get a lightning saber and destroy the bad guys. Just as you and mom.. But.. I will miss you." Kendra looked at her father with watering eyes as she told him her decision.
Age 4-9
The journey to Coruscant had been the hardest for Tendra. The feeling of flying further and further away from everything she held dear to her heart. She recovered fast from her home-sick state of mind, and she became fast friends with many at the academy. It was apparent that she enjoyed spending time with the more gifted people, and she respected her teachers.
The hatch opened to the ship and bright light temporarily blinded Tendra. When her eyes adjusted to the light she found herself walking down on a landing platform surrounded by huge buildings. She had never seen such a big civilization and she gawked at the wonders. "This is Coruscant. The most technological advanced planet as of yet. It is here the Jedi temple is build, and it is here you will spend the next many years training with your peers." Tendra looked up at the Jedi, obviously intimidated by the strangeness of the new surroundings but still she followed the Jedi down the ramp. "Is everybody from other places like me?" She asked, secretly hoping it to be so. She felt out of place and awkward in this situation and didn't know how to act. "Not all.. But most of them are.You will see for yourself soon enough". The pathways of Coruscant were littered with people of all races and she had to move out of their way often not to get trampled. Some were very interested in the Jedi and the small child, keeping an eye on them as they walked by, others completely ignored their existence, continuing their own matters. More than once she almost got lost in the crowd because she had stopped to look at the strange merchandise a traveling merchant had brought with him from distant planets. When they finally arrived at the temple ground, Kendra was exhausted with the variety of visual imprints the city had made on her. The Jedi followed her into an area of the temple where a lot of children were walking around talking to each other, and showed her a door. "This will be your room while you stay here. A girl, Mirin, is currently staying there. She will be your roommate so treat each other with equal respect. You can both benefit greatly from each others company" He ruffled Tendras hair before leaving her alone in front of the door.
As Tendra saw him turning a corner she felt very small. The door seemed intimidating and she wondered if she should run after him, knock on the door or just walk in. The first idea seemed the most appealing but he was long gone now, and she wouldn't want to get lost. She closed her hand around the handle and opened the door slowly, unsure of what she would find inside. The room was simple enough, a bed on each side of the room, a door leading out to a small bathroom in the western side of the room, and big windows leading out to a courtyard. On one of the beds, a girl shorter than her was seated, writing on a piece of paper. She looked up when the door was opened. The striking green scaly skin of the Falleen struck Tendra to be very beautiful and she didn't feel uncomfortable under the curious gaze of the girl's blue eyes "You must be Tendra.. The new girl. I was told you were coming, I cleaned the bed for you. I am Mirin" Tendra smiled and closed the door after her "Yes! I am.. Uhm.. What are you doing?" The Falleen girl placed the paper and pencil on the bed beside her "oh nothing, just some homework but it can wait. Want to see my training saber?" Tendra relaxed by the open nature of the Falleen and placed her bags in front of the clear bed before sitting down next to Mirin "Yes! Very much!"
"Tendra! Over here!" a voice called over the crowd in the courtyard. Tendra turned her head and saw that the voice belonged to one of her classmate, a human named David. She casually strolled past the other kids in the courtyard to David. His brown hair framed his light skin and dark eyes as he looked mischievous as her. A glance she often got whenever he wanted something from her. And sure enough "Can I borrow your notes?" he said innocently. "I forgot to take my notebook with me to class" Tendra rolled her eyes at the Youngling's obvious lack of order and reached down into a bag hanging around her shoulder. She pulled out a blue notebook with her name written across the front "Just don't forget to return it before curfew. I need to look at it myself" The boy accepted the book from Tendra and smiled "Don't worry I'll have it back in no time. By the way I think you may have a future master, I noticed that Korbin over there has been watching you pretty intensely" Kendra turned her head in the direction the boy pointed just in time to see the Jedi that brought her to the temple turn his head and leave the courtyard "Korbin? That's his name? He's the one who found me in the first place.. What do you know about him?" David seem to ponder the question for a while before answering hesitantly "well.. I don't know THAT much.. I know his name is Korbin Deftin and he found a couple of people for the temple. Mostly he's offworld but I do see him in the temple sometimes. As far as I know he had a padawan before that got killed in an ambush". Tendra looked at the place were Korbin had been just few moments ago and thought about the ill-fate of the Jedi and his padawan, completely forgetting that David was still watching her.
Age 10-12
Tendra was not always the best at keeping her cool, and that had caught the attention of one of her friend's master. He had noticed the rash decisions the young girl could take, and it became obvious to most everyone around them that he did not care much for the future of this young child. Another master, however, had taken an interest to the girl. He had seen the great things she could be able to do with the right training. He didn't care if the girl had a few problems, he held a stern belief that with proper training and wisdom, the boldness of youth would disappear with time.
The fist came crushing towards her face, a move that had been unexpected from her side, and as it rammed into the her left cheek she got dizzy and the bitter taste of blood filled her mouth. She placed her right foot behind her to gain a momentum of balance and looked at David in front of her. He had wrapped shredded piece of cloth around his fist to soften the blows, but he was still far stronger than her. She spat the blood in her mouth out on the ground and gave the sweaty boy a dirty look. He had waited patiently for he to recover from the successful blow with a smirk upon his lips. "Caught ya there, didn't I?" the boy said with a teasing voice. The soil under Tendra's foot was pressed together, flowing out beneath her sole as she pressed her weight down, preparing to launch a heavy attack against the larger opponent when a loud voice suddenly boomed over them "That's enough". Both surprised, they turned to see David's master standing with his arm folded across his chest, a stern look on his face "When I said you two could train this noon I was expecting a more civilized training. The battle is over, blood was never intended. David, we have matters to attend to, Tendra you should return to your studies. Your history is lacking." Annoyed by the Jedi's reprimand and the, in her mind, blatant display of superiority she glared at the two as they left. David's master had more than once made subtle hints that he did not care much for Tendra, once when she had asked David why, he had said that she was too aggressive. She picked up the light blue robe she had left on the ground and wrapped it around her. She placed her hand on the bruised cheek, it was heated and the blood was pulsing fast under the skin, trying to repair the subtle damage to the skin.
"Release the worries, let the force take over your mind until there's nothing but it, don't listen, don't see. Sense and through the force you will learn thing that before was hidden". The Jedi masters voice was calm and had a soothing effect on the group of children sitting on the floor. Tendra was bothered by a person shifting their weight to position themselves more comfortable, and another ones low cough. A myriad of thoughts seem to come from nowhere just to bother her in a time where she needed to be clear. She was straining to keep her eyes closed, an action that made it impossible for her to obtain the desired level of calm. "Relax Tendra.. Don't force it, let it come to you. You have it inside you, the force is there, let it do it for you" A familiar voice told her. As she started searching inwards instead of outwards she started to feel the well-known flow of life gushing trough her. Soon the noises of the surrounding area cleared and she could feel the pleasant vibrations of energy coming from the surroundings. It became apparent that there was another Jedi knight in the room standing by the doorway. The force acted in different patters surrounding the individual and she carefully examined its flow. "Tendra.. You know I have been watching you carefully" She suddenly recognized the voice of Korbin, and with it came the realization that his speech wasn't verbal "You are of age to be taken as a padawan by a Jedi now. I want to train you, form you into the very best you can be. Meet me outside of class when you're done here".
Tendra was kneeling on the floor, both legs resting on the floor. The room was slightly larger than the one she had lived in before becoming a padawan. It wasn't fancier than the old one, but this one allowed to move around some more, making it possible to do a bit of training in there. A bed was neatly made with a folded robe placed carefully on top of it. To the left of the bed was a wardrobe. A flickering light was coming from a white candle placed on a medium-sized desk. Papers were neatly stacked on top of each other and writings tools were gathered in a little basket. It was in the middle of this room where Tendra was training to gain a better understanding of the force. Her hair was hanging lose, blocking the view of her face that was set in a peaceful expression. She was wearing a dark brown pair of loose pants, slimming at the ankles, hugging them tight. A simple gray fitting tanktop concluded the outfit. Slowly she opened her gray eyes, letting her thoughts seep in one by one, embracing the material world. She rose from her kneeling position and walked over to the wardrobe, her mind still deep in thought. She picked out a black tunic and a pair of leathery boots and donned them. Her master was waiting for her in the courtyard, ready to begin their first lightsaber sparring match.
13-15
Along with the teenage years came the uncertainty of her place among the jedi in the order. She had outgrown many of her younger friends as they had moved on or gained masters and missions on other planets. It became rarer and rarer that she would come with an irrational outburst and she thrived studying and training with her newfound master. Over the years they developed a close relationship and she would tell him what troubled her mind.
A hard push in the chest forced Tendra roughly into the wall and temporary took her breath away. Her master waited for her to regain her footing, holding the training saber firmly in his grip, ready to deflect the forthcoming attack. Tendra placed her left leg on the wall behind her pushing against it to forward herself against her master, both hands on her training saber. "Crude and clumsy, too easy to deflect. Control your actions!" Her master said as he easily deflected her saber, pushing it roughly away to the right, exposing her side. A mistake she paid for by a barehanded blow to the ribs. She quickly took a couple of steps back to gain a small break to get an overview of the situation, but her master immediately stepped into her range, swiping her feet away under her by an unexpected force attack. She landed hard on her back, dropping the lightsaber. Korbin lowered the training saber in front of her neck, pinning her in the defeated position. "You're dead." He blatantly stated before giving her a hand, pulling her back on her feet "Don't withdraw in a situation like that. You were already on the defense, every second you think you have to spare is a second your enemy will use against you, and you'll be dead." Tendra brushed the dirt of her black tunic and picked up the training saber "I'm sorry Master.. I wasn't thinking" Korbin shook his head at her "No that's where you are wrong. You think too much, let go of your thoughts and start listening to the force. Trust in what your instincts tell you" He took a few steps back and positioned himself in a defensive position with his lightsaber in front of him. "Again!"
The silver surface of a mirror reflected the curious face of Tendra. Small red horns were prodding out of her scalp and she ran her fingers over them, carefully examining them. Over the past years they had grown with haste and she only now noticed how different she looked from the day she left Iridonia... It had been a long time since she had really thought about her homeworld but her mind had been absent the last couple of weeks, thinking about the upcoming Res selenoren. She was well aware that being an offworlder out of touch with her parents she wouldn't have a chance being a part of it. A knock on the door interrupted her and she quickly turned from the mirror and stared at the door. "Come in" Tendra said with a somewhat reserved tone of voice. The door glided open and in the doorway stood her master, dressed in his dark jedi robe he usually wore. He walked into the room, closing the door after him and looked at his young padawan.A long silence was between the two of them, before Korbin finally broke the silence "Your discipline and control has dwindled. Mind telling me what's bothering you so we can start moving forward instead of backwards?".
It wasn't an everyday thing that Korbin talked to her about her life before the temple, but she had on occasion told him a little of what she remembered. She was aware that it was crucial for her master to know her mind's turmoil, as it clearly affected her state of mind. "My people.. The Zabrak.. Have a rite of Passage called the Res Selenoren. It's a series of challenges created by your parents that you have to overcome in order to be accepted as an adult zabrak. When you've completed it you'll get your tattoos.." Korbin nodded, he knew as much and he had figured already that the problem may have been just that "Now I know that the temple rules are that I can't visit my parents, it's too late for me anyway to take the rite of passage as my parents should have created for me based on their observations. But.. I know that offworld Zabraks still have tattoos. I just don't feel... " She stopped and looked down at her bare feet and wondered how she could convey her feelings to the older master. He placed his callused hand on her shoulder, a gesture of comfort that made her look upon him again, and looked into her eyes with a genuine care "I understand Tendra.. I will find someone to do this for you."
A small bell clanged as she opened the door to a small tattoo parlor in the lower layers of Coruscant. The front room was dimly lit, with spots on posters with tattoo designs ranging from traditional Zabrak tattoos, to the more fashionable common tattoos. A yellow zabrak covered in full body tattoos, dressed in colorful civilian clothing came out from the back room and looked at the 15 year old Tendra. His gaze took in the training saber and the jedi robe "Ah.. You must be Tendra. Mr. Deftin told me you were coming. Don't be shy, come in, come in" The yellow Zabrak signaled for her to come closer, and Tendra hesitantly obliged. "Don't worry this is a common procedure, used by folks who leave Iridonia. Tell me what you want and we'll get started". Tendra took a look in a mirror, placed on the front desk in the little shop, carefully examining her features and imagining how the finished product could look like before she answered the man. She told him briefly about events in her life she would like to have the tattoos signify including, her late mother, her childhood with her father and the close relationship with her master. After going trough the things that motivated the tattoo, she went on to the physicals aspects of it, and the biological position. The Zabrak placed her on a small slab with soft lining on and placed the tattoo device on her face. It was a long and painful experience, making Tendra wonder if he was trying to peel of her skin.
16-19
The most important years of Tendras life is in the older years. In this age she gained great wisdom, but also lost close friends. She and her master had taken many missions together, most of them diplomatic to solve simple disputes and prevent war. After a well done mission her master gave her the tools to create a lightsaber. Tendra soon found out that the process of creating a lightsaber was more than mere crafting skills. It was a revealing test about her inner strengths and weaknesses and not one to be taken lightly. After several weeks of hard mediation she finished her lightsaber only to find out few days later that her Master had died. Shot down in his spacecraft by enemy Mandalorians. He hadn't stood a chance against the enemy forces.
A gust of wind blew over Tendra's head, a weird occurrence indeed but one she immediately realized she had missed. Living ín the dense city of Corruscant it was rare that a wind would reach her. The golden tattoo covering the left side of her face seemed florescent in the light of the two moons. A small squall brushed against her leg and jumped further down the grassy path. The habitat of Chandrila was a beautiful one, and a welcome exchange from the heavy city. The loose purple Tunic was wavering in the wind, as if someone pulled her in a direction to show her some unknown secret. A smile spread her lips and she looked at her master who was walking besides her. "What do you think of the information we got Tendra?" Korbin asked her with a curious voice, keeping his eyes on the path in front of him. Tendra pondered for a moment before answering "I have thought about it Master. The Gerila Chieftain claimed that the Drektar's first warrior was to blame for his daughters death due to the fact that he took her with him into the forest and didn't provide her with protection against the beast that killed her. It's obvious in their clan line that this shouldn't have happened, but the Drektar Chief clearly thinks that the Gerila Chieftain is to blame because it happened in heir territory. If the two tribes are to avoid war, a solution must be presented that appears advantageous for both parties and get their mind away from the death of the woman, since it will be futile to cast blame on someone due to an accident." She stopped talking for a moment to examine her masters reaction. As he didn't interrupt or seemed displeased she continued "Since the Drektar tribe is using their lands to farm treesap from the trees, and the Gerilia don't know how to use this method, for me it would seem that the best solution would be that the Gerilia chieftain hand over that part of their land to the Drektar tribe in exchange for half of the produced sap. That way they both feel like they gain something and perhaps they will leave their feud alone" Korbin nodded approvingly "Yes that would seem to be a good way to go. We will propose this in the morning"
A smell of burnt grass filled Tendras nostrils as Korbin deflected her blow down into the ground, disintegrating the voluptuous grass. The blue glow emitting from the lightsabers lighted up the faces of the two combatants. She stretched her free hand towards her master, grasping the force to push him backwards, giving her a momentum to place her lightsaber up in a defensive position in front of her body. Korbin quickly recovered from the push and launched towards Tendra with a swirl of fast attacks against her body. With the speed of her master she skillfully deflected the powerful attacks before placing both hands on her lightsaber, pushing her masters lightsaber backwards, forcing him to take a step back. Tendra followed suit, taking a step forward, twisting her lightsaber upside down and pushing it up her hilt clashing it into her masters chin, making him take another step backwards. Without hesitation, Kendra swung her leg back turning a full 360 to get momentum behind her kick and planted her foot in the back of Korbin, sending him to the ground with force. She placed the lightsaber above his neck "You're dead" she said, obviously finding the situation pleasing. She quickly removed the lightsaber and waited as her master rose on his feet. "Well done Tendra, you have grown. I think it's time for you to exchange the training saber with a real one." Almost simultaneously they turned off their lightsabers "I have something for you." he put his hand in a small pouch fastened to his belt and pulled out two crystals and held out the white one "This is a Ruusan crystal, the miners of Ruusan mine those. It's a focus crystal you will need when making your lightsaber." He held out a silvery crystal "This is an Opilia crystal. It was given to me by a merchant who bought it from a miner who found it in the asteroid field in the Fyrth system. Both are essential tools of creating you lightsaber." He handed the two crystals to Tendra who looked at them with a joyous glee in her eyes. She was amazed at how the crystal seemed to catch the moonlight and send out a glow of their own. "Thank you master.. This.. This is more than I could have hoped for. I am in your debt." Korbin gave her an approving nod "You don't owe me anything.. I am going on a mission for the council in Mandalorian territory it's too dangerous for you to come with me. You will head back to Coruscant and finish your lightsaber, when I come back we will see what you can do with it." Tendra took a deep bow, her hair falling down, blocking her view. "As you wish, Master."
Heavy black curtains were draped across the windows, blocking the daylight. A flickering candle stood on the floor in the middle of the room, as a lone soldier of light endlessly trying to defend against the forces of darkness, the candle stretched to reach the dark corners. Tendra was sitting cross-legged in front of the candle. Her hands rested casually, backside down, on her legs, a white crystal laying lifeless in her hands. Behind closed eyes she still had a clear vision of the rooms. emitting from the small crystal in her hands was a vague pulse, weak and fragile, Tendra got the feeling that if she forced it to bend to her will it would break and the remaining life would vanish. She prodded her mind around the crystal, feeling the edges of the crystals energies, trying to find a gentle way into the energies. As if something suddenly grabbed her, her mind was pulled into the crystals and she found herself standing on charred rock. Taking a quick look around her she found that she was standing on a field on her homeplanet Iridonia. The landscape was blurry and flawed as if limited by her own recollection. A small child came running across a dirt road, happy and in her own little world. As she gazed upon the girl she realized that it was herself as she was when she was a kid. Tendra watched her carefully and decided to follow the young her into town. It was apparent by the faceless crowds reactions that they weren't aware of her presence. As they drew nearer to her childhood home she saw a tall woman standing before their house, waiting with a smile towards the little kid, a flowing white dress ornated the red zabrak's smooth skin. As if told by a stranger she immediately recognized the woman as her mother. The child finally reached the mother and as she did blood starting pouring out from every orifice of her. Blood spilled out unto the child who hopelessly clasped to her mothers dress, and as dread filled Tendras mind she saw her father exit the house and join the two in a desperate embrace.
Tendra reached out her hand, trying to help but as she did the three of them all looked directly into her eyes, as if she by reaching out had alerted them of her presence. "You! You did this!" the voice of her father boomed over the faceless and soundless crowd in the city. "Why did you kill me?" The soft voice of her mother joined in. Finally the child spoke "You, and only you can be blamed for the death of your mother. It would have been better if you never existed!". The voice shrieked and felt like a knife cutting into her bones. "I didn't mean to.." Tendra started but was abruptly cut off by her father "You don't belong here, you're not a Zabrak. You're not my daughter. You're not anything!". The faceless crowd turned into shadows, overwhelming Tendra. She felt like being drowned slowly in a disgusting sticky black liquid that drowned out all light and sound. She desperately tried to open her mouth, to respond, to apologize but every time she did so, more black liquid filled her lungs. There is no emotion, there is peace. The shadows seemed to hesitate for a moment before lunging in another attack. There is no ignorance, there is knowledge. The shadows took a step back, freeing Tendra from the strangling grasp, leaving her to throw up the dark matter on the ground. There is no passion, there is serenity. The shadows retreated into the shadows of the buildings, watching her. She could see the three of them in their place, still staring at her with a hateful glee in their eyes. There is no chaos, there is harmony. The shadows disappeared, leaving the village empty except the few houses and the three still standing there, soiled in blood. Tendra closed her eyes, focusing on the last bit of the Jedi Code. There is no death, there is the force. As she slowly opened her eyes again the picture of her bleeding mother was gone, and a feeling of peace spread out into the village. The shadowy outline of the city was replaced, and now she saw the village in it's full splendor, with people and sound and harmony. She turned to see herself and her father, again ignorant to her presence, walking together inside the house.
She turned her back to the village and walked out to the rocky plane again. In the horizon, in front of one of the rare jungles on Iridonia, she saw a dark shadow. A person, standing there in the morning dew, watched her, waited for her. She recognized the man as her master, Korbin. He stretched his arm out, gesturing for her to come closer, his mouth moving but Tendra was unable to hear him. She began walking closer to him, wondering what her master was doing on Iridonia. He was dressed the same was when he first visited the planet, and to her surprise he didn't look any older than that day. As she came closer to him she saw armored warriors sneaking in behind him. She shouted to him "Watch out Master! Behind you!" But it was too late. A blaster shot destroyed the chest of her master. In surprise he turned around only to be stabbed several times by the horde of warriors. Peace is a lie. She began running towards the warriors and the corpse of her master. She didn't realize before that she had a ligthsaber on her, but now she had it in her hand, ignited and thirsting for flesh. Through power I gain victory. She reached the warriors and with a skill she didn't know she possessed she swung the saber cutting merciless into the flesh of the attackers. One by one they were all cut down by her blade, a smell of burned flesh hanging in the air. As she carelessly skimmed over the pile of dead bodies she noticed the mark on their armor. Mandalorian. She sneered in disgust before kneeling in front of the body of her master "Master.. Don't die.." Her voice was high-pitched from the grief stuck in her throat. She placed a bloody hand under the head of her master, smearing his blond hair with the crimson juice. "I'm sorry.. I tried to.. I didn't mean to." The image of the dead Korbin slowly started to dissolve itself "Don't.. Don't leave me.." After a while she was sitting with a faceless dead body in her lap, drenched in blood, rotting corpses surrounding her. "I'm.. Sorry.." She opened her eyes and were again in the small room. The candle was no more, not an ounce of heat left in the melted wax. The images of her mediation haunted her still, but in her hands, pulsating with powerful energy, was her focus crystal. Charged and ready to place into her lightsaber.
It had been several days since her mediation and Tendra was working in her room with the almost finished lightsaber in front of her. There had been no word from her master and she fought to keep the pressure of uncertainty at bay. She adjusted the length of the blade with a twist of the wrist and fastened the two emitter shrouds that twisted up the beginning of the blade. Taking a last calculating look at the lightsaber she ignited it. A fine silvery-blue blade emitted from the the long hilt. It looked perfectly steady and everything worked out as she had planned. She swung the saber with a fascinated glare before shutting off the power. "I see you have finally made your lightsaber young Tendra." the voice of one of the council members made Tendra turn to look at him. "Yes Council member. Just as you entered, I am sure" She said with a dignified voice. "Ah, I have been watching you for quite some time now.. I didn't want to interrupt your work" Tendra clipped the lightsaber to her belt, as she had done so many times with the training saber. She looked patiently at the man. "I bring bad news I'm afraid.. We just got the word that Master Korbin Deftin was shot down in his vessel. Nobody on board the ship made it out alive". Tendra nodded with teeth clenched together "You don't look surprised?" the council member asked with a raised eyebrow "No master.. I sensed it while meditating over my force crystals.. I wasn't sure if it was true. I couldn't believe it." Her eyes fell on the lightsaber hilt at her belt, her thoughts raged back to the last time she had seen him alive. She was closely watched by the elder "Be mindful of your feelings, young padawan. You must let go of him" Tendra squeezed her eyes together and took a deep breath "I know councilman.. I will manage this. It's still somewhat of a shock, and perhaps one I should have been better prepared for. Don't worry about me, I will handle it" She moved a few steps forward and placed her hand on the councilmans shoulder "Thank you.." She said with a sincere voice. "I know you will.." He said, "but I have a mission for you from the council. A place far away from all of this, where you might have a little break to sort out your head." She looked at the councilman with curiosity "oh?"
The long dark robe was soaked in water by the time Tendra entered the large Shiritoku Botanical Facility . The moment she walked inside she was greeted by a representative of the Jedi. An older black-haired woman with gray streaks running from her temple to the tips of her hair. Her dark eyes watched Tendra as she removed her hood, revealing her face. "Welcome, I am Delia Drakoni, I am your guide on this stay." the old woman said as if she had rehearsed it many times before. Tendra gave the woman a bow "I am Tendra Abbree, padawan sent from the Jedi Council, I am here to bring back a report on the facility". A brief look of discontent strayed across the woman's face "Padawan? I had the understanding that a knight was to oversee our work?". A sudden stab of annoyance filled Tendra but she pushed it away, replacing it with calm "I am not a knight yet, but I am no child. If the council deemed it necessary for the knights to be somewhere else, I am capable of filling in for them. It's nothing against the hard work you have put into the place, it's a mere question of availability. And I have been trained well, you shouldn't question my abilities." The woman quickly looked straight down the hall they both were walking "Of course.. I meant no disrespect. I was just surprised. If we turn down this hall I will lead you to your room for the stay, and tomorrow, when you're rested, we can begin the tour". Tendra nodded and followed the woman to the room where she was to stay for the next 6 months.
The 6 months Tendra stayed at the Facility, was a slow 6 months. The council had meant for it to be so, to give Tendra some time to piece her mind together after the devastating loss of her Master, and to fight the dark side that seemed to tempt her in her sleep. The workers there seemed to have a disdain for the padawan, but over time they soon got used to her walking around, watching them. Most of the troubles that arised in the facility was math problems or botanic troubles that Tendra knew nothing of. It wasn't a problem as she was send out to gather a report, not to intervene. When she finished the long months she was still clouded by the death of her master and her own uncertain future, but she was much more at peace than she was prior to the mission.
RP Sample:
All of the rooms in the youngling area were dark and naturally she assumed that they were asleep. She pulled her hood down, her hair tied up in a ponytail, and stared at the temple. Last time she had been there she had gotten the news of her dead master. She pressed her fingers against her temples as if she had a bad headache and frowned, the memories of how he died still burned into her memory. She moved towards the main entrance, a bag hanging heavily across her shoulder. She was blocked by a person in a brown robe. She recognized him as David, one of her childhood friends. His brown eyes stared sympathizing into her gray ones. Tired from the long journey it itched in Tendra to get her business done and deliver the journal to the council. "David.. What are you doing out here this late?" her voice betrayed nothing of her annoyance. "I heard what happened to your master, and when I heard you would be coming back tonight I had to see if you are okay.. Are you?" The question lingered in the cool evening air for a moment before Tendra shook her head. It was a question she had often asked herself. "I am fine David.. It's not what anyone had hoped for but there's nothing I or anyone else can do anything about". David sighed and shook his head at Tendra "You know Tendra.. You really should start opening up a bit more. It has been almost a year since I last spoke to you, and I can see in your eyes that you're not feeling well." She placed a hand on David shoulder and walked past him "Don't worry about it David. I'll get over it." her voice was firm as she spoke to him, walking down a dark hallway towards her room.
But I think I might have made it better now.. I think XD
I am so psyched that it's my turn now lol
