Post by Hotel on Apr 16, 2009 23:53:08 GMT -5
Name:Lady Madora
Former Name: Shandari Banaan
Race: Rilan
Age: 43
Height:6'2" Wingspan of about 16ft.
Weight: 142lbs
Appearance: She has long black hair and black feathered wings, with a mix of red running though both hair and wings. Her wings are normally hidden by a large robe or cloak. Her eyes are normally black from the malice within her. An aura of black and red seems to swirl around her, and her skin seems to shimmer a silver radiance. She is well toned and has an angular face, bones almost visible in her cheeks At her hip are two ornatly designed curved lightsaber hilts, one belonging to her mother, the other her father. Her slender build and light frame give her increased speed. When walking her wings are normally tucked into her robes, folded against her back. She almost never haves them out, except when flying, as they hinder her movements when they are. While her frame is slender, it is well tonend for her size, showing she is in decent shape.
Since her promotion and getting to know Shard, who is now better known as Lord Memnon, her appearance has changed. No longer does she wear the simple tunic under her robes. A dark blue corsette top now covers her chest and abdomin. Matching gloves cover her forearms. The crystal of her first lightsaber sits in a choker around her neck. Eyes outlined now in black match the color within. Over all this she wears a sleeveless leather coat that hangs almost to the ground, the bottom cut into vertical straps. Denim jeans now cover her legs, with knee high boots adorning her feet.
Birth place:A passenger ship in space
Faction: Sith
Rank: Lady
Previous Faction: Dark Jedi
Previous Rank: Master
Bio:
Shandari was born on a Republic Passenger Cruiser flying from Coruscant to Narr Shaddaa. Her parents were both Jedi that had fallen to the Dark Side while at the temple, and were fleeing to both protect themselves and their unborn child. While in flight, a Republic Interceptor stopped the transport and a group of Jedi boarded, in search of them. When the Jedi found them, her mother was in labor, and her father, eyes red with anger, ignited his teal lightsaber, curved hilt in his right hand. He knew he would not survive, but he had to fight long enough for their child to be born. He aimed a bolt of force lightning at the lead Jedi, knocking him back into the other six in the hallway, and closed the door behind him. Her mother screamed and screamed in pain as the labor continued, unable to see what was going on. She finally let out a blood curdling scream, and the child was out. She died less then five minutes later, not surviving the pregnancy. A few minutes later, a single Jedi walked in, a human, by the name of Carn Jorun, wielding the curved blade of her father. His own had been destroyed in the fight, finishing off the other with the blade of a fallen comrade. Carn had decided to take the blade of the man he had killed as payment for destroying his own, and as a trophy. He walked over to the dead woman, and with the force, called her lightsaber to his. The hilt was an exact twin of the one he had claimed from the man. He ignited it, and it burned a brilliant pink. He grinned as he deactivated it, clasping both to his belt.
He looked down at the infant girl, a patch of black hair on the top of her head. He looked the rest of her over, and gasped, noticing two small back wings coming from her back. He was soo shocked by her appearance, that it took him a moment to notice the lack of sound, even though she appeared to be crying. He examined her with the force, and noticed her vocal cords were stunted, possibly a birth defect brought on by her being born in her true form. As he looked her over, he noticed she already seemed force sensative. He drew a small knife, and severed the umbilical cord connecting her to her mother, and brought her to the temple, naming her Shandari Banaan, after her mother, the woman he had cared for soo dearly, in respect to the departed woman, having learned several of the Rilan customs from her. Carn looked back down at the corpse of the woman, shedding a tear. He had secretly admired her from a distance for many years. It was her lover's fault she was dead, and the child's. Carn looked at the child in his arms with hatrid, yet it could not bring himself to harm her. He saw a part of the woman he loved in her, and he could cause her no physical harm.
At the age of three, she began her initial training as a youngling, under Master Vornak, a male Echani. The other younglings immediatly noticed there was something different about her, and not just because of her wings, or that she could not talk. She always seemed to emit an almost colorless aura around her, and her skin seemed to shimmer slightly. For these reasons the others seemed to outcast her, and she was often given a wide birth by the other younglings outside of training. This bothered her greatly, but it was around this time that she began to notice she could read the thoughts of the other younglings, and discovered that many disliked her, and others feared her. For about a month her eyes were blue with sadness.
During this period of sadness, the master in charge of the younglings seemed to pick up on her emotions during training. Knowing this could lead to the dark side, he confronted her and discussed these things with her. They spoke using sign language, Shandari having learned it as she grew up, instead of talking. While speaking this way, Vornak discovered her mental abilities, and created a new way for them to communicate. He would speak normally to her, and she would project her thoughts back to him as words in his head. He began to take quite a liking to the young Rilan, and by the age of five, he began to give her private lessons during the time Younglings were normally allowed to relax. He began to teach her the first tier of Echani Martial Arts, hoping it would help her express her emotions in a safer enviroment.
She enjoyed the training greatly, and soon her eyes became green with happiness and joy. At first, her wings had put her at a gread disadvantage, and still sometimes were, but Shandari learned to incorperate them into her fighting, using them as extra limbs while on the ground. She could use them to block simple attacks, swing them at her opponent's feet, and also discovered many other different uses for them. Vornak was glad his young student was prospering. Not long after, Vornak began to teach the younglings the basics of Shii-Cho. They often began to hold duels, and Shandari fought with the agility and finesse she had learned from her martial arts training. To her these duels were a form of dance, and a way to express herself without the need to speak. She often won and couldnt understand while her opponents always seemed angry at losing to her. To her it didnt matter if she lost or won it was the fight in itself she looked forward to. Around this time, she also began to fly, using her wings in that way for the first time. She was awkward at it, and had to be pretty much self taught, as no one else currently at the temple flew. She often used this during the duels, and others saw this as an advantage and hated her for it. She argued to Vornak about it, that it was a natural part of her, and without employing it, how could she fight with everything she was. She eventually gave in and stopped flying during duels, but she slowly began to harbor a dislike for the other younglings, besides their resentment of her, she now had a reason to resent them back, they were getting in the way of her fighting with her all.
She was now twelve and was nearing the end of her time as a youngling. Her thirteenth birthday was less then a month away, and no master had chosen her yet. It was then that Jedi knight Carn Jorun returned to the temple, and found how much she had grown since he last saw her when she began her youngling training. He was in need of a padawan herself, and took her to study under him, in hopes that his bitter hatrid was gone, and feeling that this is what her mother would want. At last she had a master to train her, she was an official padawan. Her first objective was to create her own lightsaber. She had been awaiting this moment eagerly, and her master handed her a small sack of crystals, and the pieces needed to construct the hilt, instructing her in how to use the force to construct it. She selected her crystals, choosing an icy blue one to be her primary crystal, and began to work. She meditated on it for days, constructing a simple hilt. She began to curve the hilt with the force. Upon finishing she ignited it, proud of her work greatly. She rushed to show her master her accomplishment. He looked angry at her. "I told you to make a simple blade, not something like this." He practically spat the words at her in bitter hatrid, the sword reminiscent of the very one her mother had, bringing up sad memories, but allowed her to keep it. She nodded and replied with her hands that she was sorry., choosing not to communicate with her mind like she had with Master Vornak, but from that day she was always wary of her new master.
At the age of thirteen Carn began to train her in Makashi, to play to the strengths of her saber. She took to the style with a natural grace, her martial arts complimenting it greatly. She used it on her first mission with Carn. It was a simple diplomatic mission to Onderon, and discuss peace between the republic and the beastmasters. During the mission things took a turn for the worst, and the beastmasters attacked, hoping to wipe out both the head republic officials on the planet as well as the two Jedi. The republic officials looked terrified, but Carn just stood there, a grin on his face. Shandari strode out as the beastmen charged with vibroswords. They were within a few feet of her when she finally went into action, the saber pulled to her hand from her belt clip by the force and ignited it in an instance. She cut clean through the two beastmasters' blades without even flinshing, then deactivated her blade as she strode past them. They just stood there in disbelief. Carn shook his head and ordered her to finish it. She wasnt sure what to do, and he told her such actions required execution. She stared at him shocked, but he told her that if she did not do it he would do it himself, and she would be sent into the corps. She quickly activated her blade again, and decapitated both in one fell swoop. She did not question him, even though she felt something was amiss, but the killing enthralled her, almost mesmerized her, and for the few fleeting moment her blade went through, she found a deep dark pleasure in it. Shandari looked up at her master, and felt something dark within him as well. He seemed different then most of the jedi around the temple, she just couldn't figure out why.
While training under Carn she spent much time improving her Makashi form. Most of her remaining padawan years were uneventful. Shandari was soon ready for the trials, and passed with flying colors. Now a Knight, Shandari was ready to learn more, and started learning the begining stages of Niman which she also seemed to excell at. She began to focus more on this form rather then Makashi. As she did research one some of the other forms she discovered the unique style of Trispzest. She studied this greatly before attempting it, realizing she would have an advantage with her wings. It took her a while, but she managed to find a master at the temple to begin training her in it. It was none other then Vornak, the echani that had trained her as a youngling. Her eyes were once again green with happiness and joy as he trained her in this form, one she felt she was truly made for.
It was in her twenty first year that everything changed. Her and Carn had been sent out on an important mission. She had not seen her master in years, he leaving the temple around the time of her trials for an important mission, only recently returning after being gone all those years. They had been chosen specially because of Shandari. Vornak has left the temple, killing three masters as he did. They hoped Shandari's bond with him would be able to at least stop him and convince him to come back. They were sent to Korriban, where they tracked his ship to. It was in the ruins of the old academy that things began. The two charged in and saw Vornak, dressed in black robes. He strode out to meet them, as if he had been expecting them. She activited her icy blue saber, holding the curved hilt loosely, Carn activating the two sabers with him, one pink, the other teal. They charged, but he shoved them back with a force push with barely any effort."This is the true power of the Dark Side," he had said to them, and Shandari couldnt help but still admire him. He then turned to her,"Shandari, have you never been curious about your parents?" She looks at him, a but surprised. She shook her head, having never thought about them before. However, Carn just stood there, as if frozen in shock about something. Was he really going to reveal it? Shandari paid her former master a glance, but decided to ignore how he looked for the moment. She charged Vornak, blade drawn, her wings beating as she took to the air, and attempted to attack using the very skill he had soo carefully trained her in. He defended easily, using his own combination of Makashi and Juyo to counteract it. They seemd to fight at a stalemate, but as they fought he continued to talk to her. "They were both Jedi at the temple. They had begun to fall in love, something forbidden, so they kept it secret. They met every night, and often took missions together, just so they could be alone. Soon they began to notice the folly of the temple, and how their love strengthened their power. They began to notice how strong the forbidden techniques and powers were. Soon your mother realized she was pregnant. They fled the temple, to protect her, and hid in the slums of Coruscant. I was their only ally. I kept their secret, kept them hidden. Your mother was like a daughter to me, and I loved her as such. The Jedi searched for them endlessly, and her pregnancy was nearing it's peak. I helped them sneak onto a transport, one that was heading to Narr Shaddaa. The Jedi somehow discovered they were on it, and during the journy, had a republic battle cruiser order it out of hyper drive. Six Jedi boarded, with orders to bring in your parents alive. They found your parents while your mother was in labor, and like any father, he pushed the danger away from the woman he loved and his unborn child, and sealed the door behind him. Not many know the truth about what happened next, but I do. I had spies on the ship.....and I saw it in a the eyes of the man responsible for your parents' death. The six jedi and your father fought, and fought for a long time. He managed to take down five of them before your mother finally gave birth. He knew that he was beat, he had also found out that he was to be taken in alive. He accomplished what he had planned to, and held them off until you were born, so he deactivated his saber and fell to his knees before the final Jedi. He just laughed at her and spoke words of spite and jealousy, then beheaded him with one fell swoop. He grabbed your father's blade, discarding his own, and walked into the room to find your mother dead, she had died from the stress of the situation combined with the pregnancy, and the loss she felt through the force when your father was killed. He also claimed your mother's blade, and wrapped you in her cloak, naming you." She looked at him shocked, then turned to Carn. He stared for a moment, then a wicked snarl appeared on his face as he spoke to her,"That's right. I killed him. I loved your mother, and she deserved better then him. It is his fault she died, not mine. It was your fault too! I tried to look past it, but I just couldn't. You look just like her, but you were the death of her! I hate you!" He spat words of hatrid and bitterness at her, but she just stood there, seething in rage. Not only had the man she had began to trust killed her father, but he blamed her for the death of her mother. He lied to her all these years. All the pain, all the torment, all the suffering over the years had been because of him! The aura around her started to swirl with a mix of black and red, her eyes becoming deep dark pits of pure hatrid and malice, anger and rage. Every ounce of torment, every moment of suffering, every bit of the dark side she had ever felt was concentrated in this gaze of the purest hatrid at the man. Her eyes seemed to pierce straight through him, and for a moment he just stood there, then he collapsed, dead. She continued to stare in hatrid at the body, before she suddenly became dizzy, then everything went black.
When Shandari came to, she found herself in a dimly lit room, on a bed jutting from the wall. That appeared to be the only thing stable about the room. The walls were crumbling and the floor was cracked. Vornak walked in only a few moments after she awoke. "Awake finally I see. You did quite a number on Carn, but I wouldn't suggest using that technique again without proper training. It almost killed you." He smiled at her, setting down a tray of food beside her on the bed. Shandari grabbed the food on it and hungrily ate it, the force having drained most of her energy in that attack, and she was starving. She then looked up at Vornak, using their preferred way fo communication. 'What was it I did?' The words echoed in the Echani's head. "You used a very powerful force technique, one I had only ever heard of before. To see it with my own eyes.... It's called Deadly Sight, and with it you can kill a man just by looking at them. Inexperienced users can kill themselves in the process too, which you almost did." He then pulled a black robe out from under his own, and tossed it to her. "Put this on, your training begins today." He then walked out into the ruins of the old academy. Shandari hurriedly placed the robe on, finding slits in the back she could put her wings through, and did so, following him out.
For the next seven years, Shandari trained under Vornak once more, but this time in the way of the Dark Side. They did not stay in the ruins of the academy, but instead traveled the galaxy as master and student. She slowly but surely perfected her own unique style of Tripzest that incorperated her wings. The Council believed her dead at the hands of Vornak, as neither she nor Carn had returned from the mission. Many a Jedi sent after Vornak was suprised to meet her as their opponent instead. None survived. It was at the end of this seven year period that Vornak presented her with the sabers of her mother and father, forever changing her style.
Shandari was twenty eight now. Upon presentation of these blades, she set her own aside, and examined the two new ones. They were not much different then her own, except the base of the hilts were slightly different. Shandari didn't think much about it at the time. "It is now time to train you in the ways of the twin sabers." Vornak drew his own blade, and crouched into a fighting stance. Shandari grinned, her eyes flashing green for just a moment, before returning to their black state. Beams of pink and teal appeared with a hiss, and the two clashed in their sparring match. Over the next few years, Vornak helped her to train in the sub form of the Niman he had helped her to study and master, Jar-kai. Shandari struggled with this at first, having been a single blade fighter most her life. She basically had to forget everything she knew about Niman. But soon she began to take to it much quicker, and her movements were much more fluid then they ever had been with only a single blade. Even Vornak had trouble beating her in a fair duel. He finally decided to show her what was soo special about these blades. "Shandari. I want you to examine your blades once more." She looked up at him curiously for a moment, but then looked down at them, once more noting the odd base of the curved hilts. Vornak sat down in his usual meditative position. "I designed these blades specifically for your parents. Place the bases together." Shandari did so, fiddling with them for a bit before she heard a click, and they slid together. She ignited both ends, no longer wielding twin sabers, but a single double sided blade, though each side was of a different color. Shandari spun it experimentally. "We will begin training in the double blade while we continue your Jar-kai." Shandari nodded at him and deactivated the blades, splitting them once more. She continued to train over the years. Much didn't change until around her thirty fifth year.
Shandari was out on a mission for Vornak. They had recived information on a Bounty Hunter that was supposidly after them, and Vornak sent her to deal with the threat. However it was a trap. When she reached the place she was supposed to find the Bounty Hunter, there was instead a group of Jedi waiting for her. Five blades of various colors ignited and charged at her. Shandari didn't even hesitate. She took to the sky and rained down a devastating barrage of force lighting upon them. Three fell before the onslaught, the other two quickly recovering. Shandari quickly drew her own blades and dived at them, beams of teal and pink slicing through them. It was a rough fight. One arm was bleeding, and there was a deep gash on the side of her face, but she had managed to hold her own. Finally it was down to her and a human male. He raised his green saber and charged her, easy for her to block. As she blocked and retaliated with severing his arm, she noted a hint of fear in his eyes. Shandari smirked at him. "Time to die." Her blade drove though his chest and sliced him in two. She needed to get back fast. If they had layed a trap for her, surely her master was in danger. She rushed back to her ship and took off to where they were hiding.
She arrived at the planet to see the hidden landing pad empty fo any other ship. Shandari took this as a good sign and rushed in to report what happened. What she saw within shocked her. Several corpses littered the ground. There was blood and rubble everywhere. Her master layed on the ground, seemingly lifeless. She fell to her knees in despair and let out an ungodly wail, the first vocal sound she had ever made her entire life. The body of her master seemed to stirr at it, as did another. For the moment, Shandari ignored the other body and rushed to her master's side. He looked up at her with a smile. His shaking hand reached up and lightly touched her cheek. "Never forget what I have taught you." He coughed up blood while he spoke. Shandari sat, hovering over him, and tears poured from her eyes. He motioned towards his blade, and she nodded. Shandari picked it up and placed the hilt of his lightsaber in his hands. With his last breath, he looked up at her once more, clutching his saber tight. "Goodbye, my daughter." Shandari fell over his body and silently cried, never before realizing Vornak had seen her as such. It all seemed to make sense though. The Echani had watched over her ever since she was a small child. He was the only one that had always been for her. Without ever realizing it before, she had always seen him as the father she never had. A sound nearby stirred her from her sorrow, and her face contorted in rage. One of the bodies had managed to move to a sitting position. She recognized the man as one of the council members from the Jedi Temple. She rose, igniting her own blade as she neared him. He looked up at her in shock. "But... it can't be. He and his apprentice killed you..." The look of shock was permenantly etched onto his face as the teal saber carved through his neck, the head rolling away. But she did not stop there. Shandari slashed the corpse over and over again in her grief and rage until it was nothing more then a bleeding pile of bits of flesh. Shandari then walked over to the corpse of her master. She stripped him of his robe, cutting slits in the back, and replaced her own tattered and bloody one with it. She then walked out of the cave. The student had become the master. For the next few years she just remained hidden, until now.
Lightsaber:Dual wield curved hilt twin sabers, that can be joined together to form a double sided. The blades had belonged to her deceased parents.
Color: Pink/Teal
Practiced Lightsaber forms:[/b]
Shii-Cho 5
Makashi 5
Soresu (n/a)
Ataru(n/a)
Shien / Djem So(n/a)
Niman 3
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield 5
Juyo
Tripzest 5
Double Bladed Combat 1
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 3
Telepathic: 4
Body: 7
Sense: 4
Protection: 3
Healing:
Destruction: 7
Specialized Skills: Deadly Sight(untrained in it, has only used it twice, but has the capability to learn more with it), Healing(Racial, non force), Telepathy(Racial, non force), Visions(Racial, non force), Echani Martial Arts(Can sometimes predict an opponents moves before they strike). Cut off from Mind Speaking
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 8
Leadership: 6
Unarmed: 6
Melee Weapons: 4
Ranged Weapons: 2
Force Attunement: -7
RP Sample:
A gurlged scream was head, before the Twi'lek fell silent, impaled on a teal beam of energy. Shandari deactivated the blade, and the corpse fell to the ground already littered with about half a dozen others. The assassins were fools to think they could kill her. She walked on through the streets, ignoring the stares and shouts of those that witnessed the brutal fight. To her they were nothing.
Shandari walked into the nearest Cantina and motioned to the bartender, pointing to a drink and then motioning to herself. He seemed to understand and poured her the same drink that she pointed towards. As she sat there drinking, Republic guards filed in, alerted by some of the people on the street about her. "Stand down and come quietly or we will shoot." All they got in response was silence. Suddenly a barrage of blaster bolts came her way, but none made contact. The moment the first trigger was pulled, Shandari took to the air, the nearest table flying at the guards and slamming into them, causing the rain of blaster fire to stop. Lightnigh flew from the fingertips of her hand, the men crumpling under it, their armor unable to protect them. She finished her drink, layed a few credits on the counter, and walked out.
Former Name: Shandari Banaan
Race: Rilan
Age: 43
Height:6'2" Wingspan of about 16ft.
Weight: 142lbs
Appearance: She has long black hair and black feathered wings, with a mix of red running though both hair and wings. Her wings are normally hidden by a large robe or cloak. Her eyes are normally black from the malice within her. An aura of black and red seems to swirl around her, and her skin seems to shimmer a silver radiance. She is well toned and has an angular face, bones almost visible in her cheeks At her hip are two ornatly designed curved lightsaber hilts, one belonging to her mother, the other her father. Her slender build and light frame give her increased speed. When walking her wings are normally tucked into her robes, folded against her back. She almost never haves them out, except when flying, as they hinder her movements when they are. While her frame is slender, it is well tonend for her size, showing she is in decent shape.
Since her promotion and getting to know Shard, who is now better known as Lord Memnon, her appearance has changed. No longer does she wear the simple tunic under her robes. A dark blue corsette top now covers her chest and abdomin. Matching gloves cover her forearms. The crystal of her first lightsaber sits in a choker around her neck. Eyes outlined now in black match the color within. Over all this she wears a sleeveless leather coat that hangs almost to the ground, the bottom cut into vertical straps. Denim jeans now cover her legs, with knee high boots adorning her feet.
Birth place:A passenger ship in space
Faction: Sith
Rank: Lady
Previous Faction: Dark Jedi
Previous Rank: Master
Bio:
Shandari was born on a Republic Passenger Cruiser flying from Coruscant to Narr Shaddaa. Her parents were both Jedi that had fallen to the Dark Side while at the temple, and were fleeing to both protect themselves and their unborn child. While in flight, a Republic Interceptor stopped the transport and a group of Jedi boarded, in search of them. When the Jedi found them, her mother was in labor, and her father, eyes red with anger, ignited his teal lightsaber, curved hilt in his right hand. He knew he would not survive, but he had to fight long enough for their child to be born. He aimed a bolt of force lightning at the lead Jedi, knocking him back into the other six in the hallway, and closed the door behind him. Her mother screamed and screamed in pain as the labor continued, unable to see what was going on. She finally let out a blood curdling scream, and the child was out. She died less then five minutes later, not surviving the pregnancy. A few minutes later, a single Jedi walked in, a human, by the name of Carn Jorun, wielding the curved blade of her father. His own had been destroyed in the fight, finishing off the other with the blade of a fallen comrade. Carn had decided to take the blade of the man he had killed as payment for destroying his own, and as a trophy. He walked over to the dead woman, and with the force, called her lightsaber to his. The hilt was an exact twin of the one he had claimed from the man. He ignited it, and it burned a brilliant pink. He grinned as he deactivated it, clasping both to his belt.
He looked down at the infant girl, a patch of black hair on the top of her head. He looked the rest of her over, and gasped, noticing two small back wings coming from her back. He was soo shocked by her appearance, that it took him a moment to notice the lack of sound, even though she appeared to be crying. He examined her with the force, and noticed her vocal cords were stunted, possibly a birth defect brought on by her being born in her true form. As he looked her over, he noticed she already seemed force sensative. He drew a small knife, and severed the umbilical cord connecting her to her mother, and brought her to the temple, naming her Shandari Banaan, after her mother, the woman he had cared for soo dearly, in respect to the departed woman, having learned several of the Rilan customs from her. Carn looked back down at the corpse of the woman, shedding a tear. He had secretly admired her from a distance for many years. It was her lover's fault she was dead, and the child's. Carn looked at the child in his arms with hatrid, yet it could not bring himself to harm her. He saw a part of the woman he loved in her, and he could cause her no physical harm.
At the age of three, she began her initial training as a youngling, under Master Vornak, a male Echani. The other younglings immediatly noticed there was something different about her, and not just because of her wings, or that she could not talk. She always seemed to emit an almost colorless aura around her, and her skin seemed to shimmer slightly. For these reasons the others seemed to outcast her, and she was often given a wide birth by the other younglings outside of training. This bothered her greatly, but it was around this time that she began to notice she could read the thoughts of the other younglings, and discovered that many disliked her, and others feared her. For about a month her eyes were blue with sadness.
During this period of sadness, the master in charge of the younglings seemed to pick up on her emotions during training. Knowing this could lead to the dark side, he confronted her and discussed these things with her. They spoke using sign language, Shandari having learned it as she grew up, instead of talking. While speaking this way, Vornak discovered her mental abilities, and created a new way for them to communicate. He would speak normally to her, and she would project her thoughts back to him as words in his head. He began to take quite a liking to the young Rilan, and by the age of five, he began to give her private lessons during the time Younglings were normally allowed to relax. He began to teach her the first tier of Echani Martial Arts, hoping it would help her express her emotions in a safer enviroment.
She enjoyed the training greatly, and soon her eyes became green with happiness and joy. At first, her wings had put her at a gread disadvantage, and still sometimes were, but Shandari learned to incorperate them into her fighting, using them as extra limbs while on the ground. She could use them to block simple attacks, swing them at her opponent's feet, and also discovered many other different uses for them. Vornak was glad his young student was prospering. Not long after, Vornak began to teach the younglings the basics of Shii-Cho. They often began to hold duels, and Shandari fought with the agility and finesse she had learned from her martial arts training. To her these duels were a form of dance, and a way to express herself without the need to speak. She often won and couldnt understand while her opponents always seemed angry at losing to her. To her it didnt matter if she lost or won it was the fight in itself she looked forward to. Around this time, she also began to fly, using her wings in that way for the first time. She was awkward at it, and had to be pretty much self taught, as no one else currently at the temple flew. She often used this during the duels, and others saw this as an advantage and hated her for it. She argued to Vornak about it, that it was a natural part of her, and without employing it, how could she fight with everything she was. She eventually gave in and stopped flying during duels, but she slowly began to harbor a dislike for the other younglings, besides their resentment of her, she now had a reason to resent them back, they were getting in the way of her fighting with her all.
She was now twelve and was nearing the end of her time as a youngling. Her thirteenth birthday was less then a month away, and no master had chosen her yet. It was then that Jedi knight Carn Jorun returned to the temple, and found how much she had grown since he last saw her when she began her youngling training. He was in need of a padawan herself, and took her to study under him, in hopes that his bitter hatrid was gone, and feeling that this is what her mother would want. At last she had a master to train her, she was an official padawan. Her first objective was to create her own lightsaber. She had been awaiting this moment eagerly, and her master handed her a small sack of crystals, and the pieces needed to construct the hilt, instructing her in how to use the force to construct it. She selected her crystals, choosing an icy blue one to be her primary crystal, and began to work. She meditated on it for days, constructing a simple hilt. She began to curve the hilt with the force. Upon finishing she ignited it, proud of her work greatly. She rushed to show her master her accomplishment. He looked angry at her. "I told you to make a simple blade, not something like this." He practically spat the words at her in bitter hatrid, the sword reminiscent of the very one her mother had, bringing up sad memories, but allowed her to keep it. She nodded and replied with her hands that she was sorry., choosing not to communicate with her mind like she had with Master Vornak, but from that day she was always wary of her new master.
At the age of thirteen Carn began to train her in Makashi, to play to the strengths of her saber. She took to the style with a natural grace, her martial arts complimenting it greatly. She used it on her first mission with Carn. It was a simple diplomatic mission to Onderon, and discuss peace between the republic and the beastmasters. During the mission things took a turn for the worst, and the beastmasters attacked, hoping to wipe out both the head republic officials on the planet as well as the two Jedi. The republic officials looked terrified, but Carn just stood there, a grin on his face. Shandari strode out as the beastmen charged with vibroswords. They were within a few feet of her when she finally went into action, the saber pulled to her hand from her belt clip by the force and ignited it in an instance. She cut clean through the two beastmasters' blades without even flinshing, then deactivated her blade as she strode past them. They just stood there in disbelief. Carn shook his head and ordered her to finish it. She wasnt sure what to do, and he told her such actions required execution. She stared at him shocked, but he told her that if she did not do it he would do it himself, and she would be sent into the corps. She quickly activated her blade again, and decapitated both in one fell swoop. She did not question him, even though she felt something was amiss, but the killing enthralled her, almost mesmerized her, and for the few fleeting moment her blade went through, she found a deep dark pleasure in it. Shandari looked up at her master, and felt something dark within him as well. He seemed different then most of the jedi around the temple, she just couldn't figure out why.
While training under Carn she spent much time improving her Makashi form. Most of her remaining padawan years were uneventful. Shandari was soon ready for the trials, and passed with flying colors. Now a Knight, Shandari was ready to learn more, and started learning the begining stages of Niman which she also seemed to excell at. She began to focus more on this form rather then Makashi. As she did research one some of the other forms she discovered the unique style of Trispzest. She studied this greatly before attempting it, realizing she would have an advantage with her wings. It took her a while, but she managed to find a master at the temple to begin training her in it. It was none other then Vornak, the echani that had trained her as a youngling. Her eyes were once again green with happiness and joy as he trained her in this form, one she felt she was truly made for.
It was in her twenty first year that everything changed. Her and Carn had been sent out on an important mission. She had not seen her master in years, he leaving the temple around the time of her trials for an important mission, only recently returning after being gone all those years. They had been chosen specially because of Shandari. Vornak has left the temple, killing three masters as he did. They hoped Shandari's bond with him would be able to at least stop him and convince him to come back. They were sent to Korriban, where they tracked his ship to. It was in the ruins of the old academy that things began. The two charged in and saw Vornak, dressed in black robes. He strode out to meet them, as if he had been expecting them. She activited her icy blue saber, holding the curved hilt loosely, Carn activating the two sabers with him, one pink, the other teal. They charged, but he shoved them back with a force push with barely any effort."This is the true power of the Dark Side," he had said to them, and Shandari couldnt help but still admire him. He then turned to her,"Shandari, have you never been curious about your parents?" She looks at him, a but surprised. She shook her head, having never thought about them before. However, Carn just stood there, as if frozen in shock about something. Was he really going to reveal it? Shandari paid her former master a glance, but decided to ignore how he looked for the moment. She charged Vornak, blade drawn, her wings beating as she took to the air, and attempted to attack using the very skill he had soo carefully trained her in. He defended easily, using his own combination of Makashi and Juyo to counteract it. They seemd to fight at a stalemate, but as they fought he continued to talk to her. "They were both Jedi at the temple. They had begun to fall in love, something forbidden, so they kept it secret. They met every night, and often took missions together, just so they could be alone. Soon they began to notice the folly of the temple, and how their love strengthened their power. They began to notice how strong the forbidden techniques and powers were. Soon your mother realized she was pregnant. They fled the temple, to protect her, and hid in the slums of Coruscant. I was their only ally. I kept their secret, kept them hidden. Your mother was like a daughter to me, and I loved her as such. The Jedi searched for them endlessly, and her pregnancy was nearing it's peak. I helped them sneak onto a transport, one that was heading to Narr Shaddaa. The Jedi somehow discovered they were on it, and during the journy, had a republic battle cruiser order it out of hyper drive. Six Jedi boarded, with orders to bring in your parents alive. They found your parents while your mother was in labor, and like any father, he pushed the danger away from the woman he loved and his unborn child, and sealed the door behind him. Not many know the truth about what happened next, but I do. I had spies on the ship.....and I saw it in a the eyes of the man responsible for your parents' death. The six jedi and your father fought, and fought for a long time. He managed to take down five of them before your mother finally gave birth. He knew that he was beat, he had also found out that he was to be taken in alive. He accomplished what he had planned to, and held them off until you were born, so he deactivated his saber and fell to his knees before the final Jedi. He just laughed at her and spoke words of spite and jealousy, then beheaded him with one fell swoop. He grabbed your father's blade, discarding his own, and walked into the room to find your mother dead, she had died from the stress of the situation combined with the pregnancy, and the loss she felt through the force when your father was killed. He also claimed your mother's blade, and wrapped you in her cloak, naming you." She looked at him shocked, then turned to Carn. He stared for a moment, then a wicked snarl appeared on his face as he spoke to her,"That's right. I killed him. I loved your mother, and she deserved better then him. It is his fault she died, not mine. It was your fault too! I tried to look past it, but I just couldn't. You look just like her, but you were the death of her! I hate you!" He spat words of hatrid and bitterness at her, but she just stood there, seething in rage. Not only had the man she had began to trust killed her father, but he blamed her for the death of her mother. He lied to her all these years. All the pain, all the torment, all the suffering over the years had been because of him! The aura around her started to swirl with a mix of black and red, her eyes becoming deep dark pits of pure hatrid and malice, anger and rage. Every ounce of torment, every moment of suffering, every bit of the dark side she had ever felt was concentrated in this gaze of the purest hatrid at the man. Her eyes seemed to pierce straight through him, and for a moment he just stood there, then he collapsed, dead. She continued to stare in hatrid at the body, before she suddenly became dizzy, then everything went black.
When Shandari came to, she found herself in a dimly lit room, on a bed jutting from the wall. That appeared to be the only thing stable about the room. The walls were crumbling and the floor was cracked. Vornak walked in only a few moments after she awoke. "Awake finally I see. You did quite a number on Carn, but I wouldn't suggest using that technique again without proper training. It almost killed you." He smiled at her, setting down a tray of food beside her on the bed. Shandari grabbed the food on it and hungrily ate it, the force having drained most of her energy in that attack, and she was starving. She then looked up at Vornak, using their preferred way fo communication. 'What was it I did?' The words echoed in the Echani's head. "You used a very powerful force technique, one I had only ever heard of before. To see it with my own eyes.... It's called Deadly Sight, and with it you can kill a man just by looking at them. Inexperienced users can kill themselves in the process too, which you almost did." He then pulled a black robe out from under his own, and tossed it to her. "Put this on, your training begins today." He then walked out into the ruins of the old academy. Shandari hurriedly placed the robe on, finding slits in the back she could put her wings through, and did so, following him out.
For the next seven years, Shandari trained under Vornak once more, but this time in the way of the Dark Side. They did not stay in the ruins of the academy, but instead traveled the galaxy as master and student. She slowly but surely perfected her own unique style of Tripzest that incorperated her wings. The Council believed her dead at the hands of Vornak, as neither she nor Carn had returned from the mission. Many a Jedi sent after Vornak was suprised to meet her as their opponent instead. None survived. It was at the end of this seven year period that Vornak presented her with the sabers of her mother and father, forever changing her style.
Shandari was twenty eight now. Upon presentation of these blades, she set her own aside, and examined the two new ones. They were not much different then her own, except the base of the hilts were slightly different. Shandari didn't think much about it at the time. "It is now time to train you in the ways of the twin sabers." Vornak drew his own blade, and crouched into a fighting stance. Shandari grinned, her eyes flashing green for just a moment, before returning to their black state. Beams of pink and teal appeared with a hiss, and the two clashed in their sparring match. Over the next few years, Vornak helped her to train in the sub form of the Niman he had helped her to study and master, Jar-kai. Shandari struggled with this at first, having been a single blade fighter most her life. She basically had to forget everything she knew about Niman. But soon she began to take to it much quicker, and her movements were much more fluid then they ever had been with only a single blade. Even Vornak had trouble beating her in a fair duel. He finally decided to show her what was soo special about these blades. "Shandari. I want you to examine your blades once more." She looked up at him curiously for a moment, but then looked down at them, once more noting the odd base of the curved hilts. Vornak sat down in his usual meditative position. "I designed these blades specifically for your parents. Place the bases together." Shandari did so, fiddling with them for a bit before she heard a click, and they slid together. She ignited both ends, no longer wielding twin sabers, but a single double sided blade, though each side was of a different color. Shandari spun it experimentally. "We will begin training in the double blade while we continue your Jar-kai." Shandari nodded at him and deactivated the blades, splitting them once more. She continued to train over the years. Much didn't change until around her thirty fifth year.
Shandari was out on a mission for Vornak. They had recived information on a Bounty Hunter that was supposidly after them, and Vornak sent her to deal with the threat. However it was a trap. When she reached the place she was supposed to find the Bounty Hunter, there was instead a group of Jedi waiting for her. Five blades of various colors ignited and charged at her. Shandari didn't even hesitate. She took to the sky and rained down a devastating barrage of force lighting upon them. Three fell before the onslaught, the other two quickly recovering. Shandari quickly drew her own blades and dived at them, beams of teal and pink slicing through them. It was a rough fight. One arm was bleeding, and there was a deep gash on the side of her face, but she had managed to hold her own. Finally it was down to her and a human male. He raised his green saber and charged her, easy for her to block. As she blocked and retaliated with severing his arm, she noted a hint of fear in his eyes. Shandari smirked at him. "Time to die." Her blade drove though his chest and sliced him in two. She needed to get back fast. If they had layed a trap for her, surely her master was in danger. She rushed back to her ship and took off to where they were hiding.
She arrived at the planet to see the hidden landing pad empty fo any other ship. Shandari took this as a good sign and rushed in to report what happened. What she saw within shocked her. Several corpses littered the ground. There was blood and rubble everywhere. Her master layed on the ground, seemingly lifeless. She fell to her knees in despair and let out an ungodly wail, the first vocal sound she had ever made her entire life. The body of her master seemed to stirr at it, as did another. For the moment, Shandari ignored the other body and rushed to her master's side. He looked up at her with a smile. His shaking hand reached up and lightly touched her cheek. "Never forget what I have taught you." He coughed up blood while he spoke. Shandari sat, hovering over him, and tears poured from her eyes. He motioned towards his blade, and she nodded. Shandari picked it up and placed the hilt of his lightsaber in his hands. With his last breath, he looked up at her once more, clutching his saber tight. "Goodbye, my daughter." Shandari fell over his body and silently cried, never before realizing Vornak had seen her as such. It all seemed to make sense though. The Echani had watched over her ever since she was a small child. He was the only one that had always been for her. Without ever realizing it before, she had always seen him as the father she never had. A sound nearby stirred her from her sorrow, and her face contorted in rage. One of the bodies had managed to move to a sitting position. She recognized the man as one of the council members from the Jedi Temple. She rose, igniting her own blade as she neared him. He looked up at her in shock. "But... it can't be. He and his apprentice killed you..." The look of shock was permenantly etched onto his face as the teal saber carved through his neck, the head rolling away. But she did not stop there. Shandari slashed the corpse over and over again in her grief and rage until it was nothing more then a bleeding pile of bits of flesh. Shandari then walked over to the corpse of her master. She stripped him of his robe, cutting slits in the back, and replaced her own tattered and bloody one with it. She then walked out of the cave. The student had become the master. For the next few years she just remained hidden, until now.
Lightsaber:Dual wield curved hilt twin sabers, that can be joined together to form a double sided. The blades had belonged to her deceased parents.
Color: Pink/Teal
Practiced Lightsaber forms:[/b]
Shii-Cho 5
Makashi 5
Soresu (n/a)
Ataru(n/a)
Shien / Djem So(n/a)
Niman 3
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield 5
Juyo
Tripzest 5
Double Bladed Combat 1
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 3
Telepathic: 4
Body: 7
Sense: 4
Protection: 3
Healing:
Destruction: 7
Specialized Skills: Deadly Sight(untrained in it, has only used it twice, but has the capability to learn more with it), Healing(Racial, non force), Telepathy(Racial, non force), Visions(Racial, non force), Echani Martial Arts(Can sometimes predict an opponents moves before they strike). Cut off from Mind Speaking
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 8
Leadership: 6
Unarmed: 6
Melee Weapons: 4
Ranged Weapons: 2
Force Attunement: -7
RP Sample:
A gurlged scream was head, before the Twi'lek fell silent, impaled on a teal beam of energy. Shandari deactivated the blade, and the corpse fell to the ground already littered with about half a dozen others. The assassins were fools to think they could kill her. She walked on through the streets, ignoring the stares and shouts of those that witnessed the brutal fight. To her they were nothing.
Shandari walked into the nearest Cantina and motioned to the bartender, pointing to a drink and then motioning to herself. He seemed to understand and poured her the same drink that she pointed towards. As she sat there drinking, Republic guards filed in, alerted by some of the people on the street about her. "Stand down and come quietly or we will shoot." All they got in response was silence. Suddenly a barrage of blaster bolts came her way, but none made contact. The moment the first trigger was pulled, Shandari took to the air, the nearest table flying at the guards and slamming into them, causing the rain of blaster fire to stop. Lightnigh flew from the fingertips of her hand, the men crumpling under it, their armor unable to protect them. She finished her drink, layed a few credits on the counter, and walked out.
