Post by Moonfire on Feb 29, 2012 0:32:19 GMT -5
Name: Me'allo Talron
Race: Human (Mandalorian)
Age: 25
Height: 5'11
Weight: 150lbs
Appearance:
Short gingery hair barely brushes the top of Me'allo's ears, the skin pale and freckly even there. A serious looking boy, Me'allo is really all charm and charisma and dimples, his smile dazzling.
Completely covered in freckles the average height man doesn't do well in the sun, his lack of proper pigment roasting him a bright red after only a few moments on planets like Tatooine, even quicker on others.
A high forehead is hidden by long bangs, ever falling into his grey eyes, the color of crushed glass. Not quite stocky Me'allo is average in almost every proportion, his pectoral muscles having only the slightest definition underneath the black lined tattoo he wears over it. Across Me'allo's chest is a large tattoo of the mythosaur and Jedi Order symbol interlocked, representing the
An average outfit for Mel would be his Jedi issued robes, a pleasant earthtone color. His boots are the only real part of him that stands out in a crowd, a pleasant shade of dark green.
X Tattoo image courtesy of Kella
Personality:
At first glance one might think of Me'allo as a serious boy, his face usually lined with thought and frown, but this only at work as his hands gently heal the sick or weary beneath him. Hard to find humor around pain he keeps himself quiet and detached while working.
A jovial, good-natured lad Me'allo tries to find the positive side to every instance, though avoid the topic of politics. War lacks honor and diplomacy lacks action in his opinions, so rather than pit the two against one another he'd rather sit back and heal those caught in the cross fire. Despite his prideful ways he admits he doesn't know the answer or the balance between the two.
A boastful, almost arrogant man, Me'allo had a tendency to brag or talk about himself when nervous, afraid to let a silence hang in the air for too long. When you're willing to talk though he'll listen, but try to contain himself from piping in on moments where he might relate.
Charismatic and charming, Mel enjoys talking a lot, conversation and people being one of his favorite things. A personable and over all likeable guy his feelings are rarely hurt, though if insulted he can be a rather intimidating fellow, though his moments of aggression are long in the past, thanks to careful and constant self control.
Birth place: Mandalore
Faction: Jedi Order
Rank: Jedi Knight (Healer)
Lightsaber: One bladed, Dual Phase.
Color: Yellow
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho 5
Makashi 1
Soresu 3
Ataru
Shien / Djem So
>>Sub-form Backhanded
Niman
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield
Juyo
Double Bladed Combat
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 4
Telepathic: 2
Body: 5
Sense: 3
Protection: 4
Healing: 6
Destruction: 0
Specialized Skills:
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 4
Leadership: 6
Unarmed: 2
Melee Weapons: 4
Ranged Weapons: 3
Force Attunement: +6
Bio:
Mea'llo Talron started life like most Jedi, far away from Coruscant. Though every story is different, Me'allo's a little... stranger than most. Born on Mandalore, to a pair of bounty hunters, his first years of life were standard amongst his people. A childhood filled with brawling and laughing and fun. The way of the Mandalorian was drilled into his early on, even after his parents moved off the Homeworld and to Nar Shaddaa, attempting to strike out on their own.
Just before his 6th birthday was when Me'allo's life was turned upside down. His parents, Ash'ta and El'fain Drakin, had been hired to take down a Dark Jedi who had become a thorn in a local Hutt's side. Promising to return later than evening Me'allo was left to his own devices. That first day was fun, he had the whole apartment to himself acting out dramatic battles between his action figures, fooling around with his mother's old helmet and even playing with Daddy's datapad. Soon though the day had ended, Me'allo having eaten all the junk food he could get his hands on, fell fast asleep awaiting his parents return.
That day turned into two, then three and four. It was only after a full week had gone by that the Jedi had come. The body of a rapidly decomposing Mandalorian had been recovered from an alley by two Jedi Detectives by the names of Adelie and Marsh. After a few hours of digging they had uncovered the name and address of the yellow armored woman. They weren't expecting to find a young redheaded boy inside, unwashed and hungry, the only names registered to the apartment being Ash'ta and El'fain.
A crying Me'allo was taken in by the Jedi that night, nearly inconsolable. In the days that passed the young boy had raided the sparsely stocked kitchen, eating only a little each, terrified to leave the apartment. By the day the Jedi came he was starving, having run out of food the morning before, but still was a force of nature. He raged and screamed and demanded to know where his mother was, lashing out angrily at the bewildered Jedi.
With a wave of her maroon hand the Togruta knight was able to calm the child, scooping him up in her arms. With a single glance between them Adelie and Marsh understood what they needed to do. The little boy was force sensitive, and now, seemingly an orphan. The official Jedi investigation concluded that based on Ash'ta's injuries and the crime scene, she and El'fain were ambushed by a group wielding blasters. Ash'ta was disposed of execution style and El'fain was officially missing and believed dead. His body was never recovered.
Adelie and Marsh kept young Me'allo with them while they conducted their investigation. The case was closed within a few days, the Nar Shaddaa underground had claimed two more lives, but what to do with the broken life they had left behind? After much discussion, the boy who had attached himself to the kind and motherly Adelie, was asked if he wanted to return to Mandalore to his clan, or go back to the Jedi Temple with the Knights. Carefully they explained that being a Jedi was a tough road to travel, but if he was willing to walk it they'd accept him into their ranks. Terrified by the idea of losing someone else Me'allo accepted their offer to go to Coruscant.
The first few months of being a youngling were... interesting to say the least. Brawls were common, Me'allo had grown up where it was acceptable to punch a kid for upsetting you, you didn't bring up transgressions to adults, it was handled amongst themselves on the playground. One morning, shortly after arriving, he became interested in a very particular training saber, but before he could grab it a mirialian girl took it. Without a word Me'allo punched her in the face and gleefully took the saber when the girl didn't fight back. The Jedi scolded him, leaving the boy confused and upset. He wasn't supposed to just take what he wanted?
Conflicts like this occurred often, during sparring matches, Me'allo's aggression was almost embarrassing to his Youngling instructor, who finally asked one of the more experienced Masters for assistance. Master Si Quan took Me'allo under his wing, carefully introducing him to the ways he controls his anger; things like naming seven different breakfast cereals before responding, or breathing deeply to try and clear his mind of the dark clouds. Some of these strategies worked, others not as much. Si Quan though stuck around and gradually Me'allo's behavioral outbursts became more and more rare.
The next few years were turbulent, and while Me'allo showed an aptitude for melee battle he struggled with force training and his aggression in the sparring ring gave him a bad reputation. Able to control his temper outside of the ring and even found himself well liked amongst the other children, Me'allo's actions during practice and sparring were troubling.
As he aged the Jedi grew more and more concerned. Was this a child who would be well suited as a Jedi? Did he truly have his temper under control? Perhaps he'd be better off in the Corps, serving the Jedi in other ways... It was only with gentle convincing from Si Quan and another Master, one who offered to take responsibility for the boy, that the council allowed for him to continue on his training.
It was at this Jedi Master Adelie was ready to take on a new Padawan. The boy was clever, skilled at Shii-Cho and was quick to action, all traits she felt would be good in a Jedi Investigator like herself. She'd need to develop his investigative mind, put a little more work into helping him surpass his teenaged recklessness by teaching him Soresu, a much more defensive form that he was used to. While he hungered to learn Djem So or Ataru, something truly powerful.
Right away Adelie and Me'allo went off on missions, chasing down bad guys and following leads. There was plenty of action and chase which appealed so much to Me'allo as they ran and talked their way through the Coruscant underground.
By the time Me'allo had turned 17 he and the togruta detective made a great team were working on their biggest case yet. Rumors from the underground said that a Dark Jedi and some associates were running a massive slave trade branching from Coruscant to Nar Shaddaa to Ryloth and everywhere between. Sentients of all shapes and sizes being trafficked amongst Hutt's, crime lords and all who could afford it.
After months of work the pair had an amazing lead. The Dark Jedi, a woman by the name of Dahlia Morse, in charge along with her personal armed guards were on their way to strike up a new deal to buy a large group of orphans made by a series of fires that had killed many in factory accident the week before.
Adelie and Me'allo decided they wanted to be there, along with a couple other investigators when everything went down. The plan was to apprehend Dahlia with as few casualties as possible. With permission from the Council Me'allo was allowed to come along, perhaps this would be a good place to start off his Trials.
Sadly, such things ever exactly go according to plan. Dahlia and her men heard word of their sting operation and were prepared. Blaster fire came from all sides and the Jedi were severely outnumbered.
The fight raged on, with Me'allo struggling to disband and busy the hired hands as Adelie focused her efforts on Dahlia. The thugs, clad in Mandalorian armor enraged the boy. Where was the honor in this? In aiding in the selling of children? There was no honor here. With a flurry of his lightsaber he dispatched the first one and as his attention came upon the green armored man, who fired and fought with ever ounce of his being. They fought hard and long, and in the end the Green Mando was dispatched in turn.
On the high of adrenaline and pride he entered the grand battle, challenging Dahlia directly, despite Adelie's instructions. The white haired woman only grinned, her red blade pointed towards him, beckoning and taunting him forward.
Foolhardy and reckless he dashed forward against the commands of his Master. And what a fool he was...
The battle was quick and before he could fully grasp what was going on he had been incapacitated, his last sight being the smile of Dahlia as she slowly crushed his windpipe.
When he awoke several hours later he learned that there was no true glory in battle that night. All reports from that evening said that Adelie had been slain in battle with Dahlia, protecting her daredevil padawan, if you had asked Me'allo himself he'd tell you he killed her himself.
The despair Me'allo felt was unequaled. Losing his parents had been tough, but he was young and what memories he had of that life were like dreams, misty and unreal. But this? This was fresh. This was hard. Every part of him wanted to scream out for his mentor, his mother.
And when they were done screaming those parts wanted blood. A monster grew inside him, fueled by the unending pain of losing Adelie his mind was consuming him, ravaged by the idea of avenging her. It was the honorable thing to do, wasn't it?
In his mourning though another person came to him, a person who sensed the turmoil coming from the youth and shared his pain. Master Amyzon came to him one day as he sat the courtyard, unable to think of what to do, the idea of slowly ending the dark jedi's life wafting through him.
Sitting down next to him Amyzon remarked how days like that reminded her of the dearly departed. She had trained Adelie all through Padawanship and mentored her well into her Master years. The human Master had taken a different path in life then her student though, where Adelie had been quick to fall into Detective work, Amyzon was a healer.
With a few swift words with Council she had gotten them to agree to let her take over Me'allo's training, which with his permission began immediately.
Me'allo was eager to learn how better to defend himself, how to take the offensive so that next time... Next time would go better. Amyzon had other ideas. In the infirmary she drilled him in the ways of healing with the force, teaching him how the body worked and how to repair it.
As he had begun to wield the ability to heal he grew more and more tired, desperately wanting to advance his lightsaber skills. Me'allo scoffed at the idea of the old woman teaching him Makashi. Surprisingly though, Amyzon moved with surgical precision, dancing and moving as she used the dueling form.
In awe at her skill Me'allo threw himself into his light saber training, readying himself for the day he'd face down a Dark Jedi again. At first she beat him within a few moves, his Shii-Cho insufficent, his Soresu out of practice. Within a few months he could block a couple of her passes. One day he was able to hold his own, enjoying the battle without the passion and aggression he once had. The dueling form suited him well, despite his ability to get caught up in the moment. It was so structured, so balanced, it was difficult to lose himself in it all.
Years passed and he became a skilled healer, constantly devoting himself to the infirmary and its work, though in his heart still lingered the black cloud, the monster gnawing at its walls. He still wanted to taste vengeance. At 20 he started to believe that Amyzon would never let him leave the Temple again. But what happened next threw him for a whirlwind. Amyzon, who had been careful to keep him from the rage of war and battle outside the temple since Adelie's death took him with her to aid in a military battle. She along with several other Master's were there to give healing and relief, though she stated that as long as Me'allo followed here instruction, he would be allowed to attend as well.
The battle was... it was hell. People were struck down all around him, and as much as the young man wanted to fight, there were too many to heal, too many who begged and needed help. The blaster fire was everywhere, and soon the lines got pushed back, the opposition growing stronger. A man fell next to him, gasping and crying out in pain, begging for help, despite their difference in uniform and philosophies. This man was an enemy, but he was only a man.
Me'allo jumped, despite the Republic soldiers telling him to leave the boy for dead, despite their fleeing shouts. As blaster fire shot all around him, Me'allo stayed healing the young man from the brink of death before scooping him up in his arms and rushing towards the retreating Republic. The young man, a grunt by name of Joseph thanked Me'allo before he was arrested by the Republic, thankful at least for his death.
The monster died down some, and there was little taste for blood. Its inky black claws loosening their grip. The other healers and soldiers all begged to know how he could have possibly stayed behind to heal him, though Me'allo never could articulate the feeling.
After that mission Me'allo studied all the harder, forgoing his lightsaber training almost all together to become a better healer, a better man.
Around his 22nd birthday Amyzon began to encourage Me'allo to spend more time meditating, centering himself. She sensed that while time had healed some wounds he still grappled with the loss of Adelie, unable to speak her name.
The first day of meditation, nothing happened, merely calm and quiet. The 2nd was much like the first, and the third and the fourth. On the 3rd week though things changed. Swirling in the black abyss of his mind Me'allo found himself trapped in the underground room the evening of Adelie's death. One was the man in Green armor from the night with Dahlia, the other a Dark Jedi, a hood pulled low over their face. Enraged by their presence Me'allo threw himself forward, slashing madly at the figures.
His haphazard blows fueled only by hate were worthless though and as he fought harder they only continued all the more, tag teaming against him. Remembering the words of Amyzon though he centered himself, blocking the blaster bolts of the Mandalorian and the blows of the Sith. Knocking the pair back the helmet and hood fell away, showing their faces, both of them his own. War torn and ravaged by the dark side they were horrible sights to behold.
As he awoken from the trance Me'allo ran to Amyzon, confiding in her the vision he saw. She smiled, patting him on the head and explaining the warring pieces of him. Most people during the Trial of Spirit only had to face their Dark Side selves, but he, the poor boy, also struggled with what could have been.
Seeing the path that the hate he held so deeply could lead him too scared him, would Adelie have wanted that? Could his lust for vengeance really bring him to that point? You respected those who passed, who brought you honor. Fighting battled long over, there was no glory in that.
The next morning Me'allo was summoned before the Council. By losing his Master he had passed his Trial of the Flesh. By facing Amyzon and learning he had demonstrated his skill. Only courage could have propelled him to save that soldier's life at all odd, and facing his fears and alternatives had tested his spirit. Before the Council and Amyzon, Me'allo born Mandalorian, always Mandalorian had become a Jedi Knight.
A tattoo of the mythosaur interlocking with the Jedi symbol adorns his chest, in commemoration of making peace with all the pieces of himself.
RP Sample:
"Moonfire! You in here again?" Me'allo said with a jovial laugh, beckoning the dark haired girl forward. Clutching her arm the teenager couldn't help but whimper as she settled herself onto the examining table.
"What happened this time, girlie?" He asked, giving her a grin.
"I...I tripped." She sputtered, cheeks flushed red, eyes turning away. The whole thing was much to embarrassing for the poor girl.
"Now, now. None of that. You and I are real pals now, ya here?" Bending low he looked over the arm, his touch gentle as he felt through the arm to the bone with the force.
"You've gotta be more careful, girlie... You're in here every week... You know you can talk to me outside of the infirmary, right?" With a dashing wink at the girl her face burned even brighter.
"No! No! Its not like that!" She cried, terrified he might get that idea.
"I'm just joshin' ya, hun. Come 'ere, settle down." His hands moved over the wound, feeling the slightest fracture in the bone. Face down, serious and lined he felt the pain there and soothed it away, the bone beginning to knit together.
Race: Human (Mandalorian)
Age: 25
Height: 5'11
Weight: 150lbs
Appearance:
Short gingery hair barely brushes the top of Me'allo's ears, the skin pale and freckly even there. A serious looking boy, Me'allo is really all charm and charisma and dimples, his smile dazzling.
Completely covered in freckles the average height man doesn't do well in the sun, his lack of proper pigment roasting him a bright red after only a few moments on planets like Tatooine, even quicker on others.
A high forehead is hidden by long bangs, ever falling into his grey eyes, the color of crushed glass. Not quite stocky Me'allo is average in almost every proportion, his pectoral muscles having only the slightest definition underneath the black lined tattoo he wears over it. Across Me'allo's chest is a large tattoo of the mythosaur and Jedi Order symbol interlocked, representing the
An average outfit for Mel would be his Jedi issued robes, a pleasant earthtone color. His boots are the only real part of him that stands out in a crowd, a pleasant shade of dark green.
X Tattoo image courtesy of Kella
Personality:
At first glance one might think of Me'allo as a serious boy, his face usually lined with thought and frown, but this only at work as his hands gently heal the sick or weary beneath him. Hard to find humor around pain he keeps himself quiet and detached while working.
A jovial, good-natured lad Me'allo tries to find the positive side to every instance, though avoid the topic of politics. War lacks honor and diplomacy lacks action in his opinions, so rather than pit the two against one another he'd rather sit back and heal those caught in the cross fire. Despite his prideful ways he admits he doesn't know the answer or the balance between the two.
A boastful, almost arrogant man, Me'allo had a tendency to brag or talk about himself when nervous, afraid to let a silence hang in the air for too long. When you're willing to talk though he'll listen, but try to contain himself from piping in on moments where he might relate.
Charismatic and charming, Mel enjoys talking a lot, conversation and people being one of his favorite things. A personable and over all likeable guy his feelings are rarely hurt, though if insulted he can be a rather intimidating fellow, though his moments of aggression are long in the past, thanks to careful and constant self control.
Birth place: Mandalore
Faction: Jedi Order
Rank: Jedi Knight (Healer)
Lightsaber: One bladed, Dual Phase.
Color: Yellow
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho 5
Makashi 1
Soresu 3
Ataru
Shien / Djem So
>>Sub-form Backhanded
Niman
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield
Juyo
Double Bladed Combat
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 4
Telepathic: 2
Body: 5
Sense: 3
Protection: 4
Healing: 6
Destruction: 0
Specialized Skills:
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 4
Leadership: 6
Unarmed: 2
Melee Weapons: 4
Ranged Weapons: 3
Force Attunement: +6
Bio:
Mea'llo Talron started life like most Jedi, far away from Coruscant. Though every story is different, Me'allo's a little... stranger than most. Born on Mandalore, to a pair of bounty hunters, his first years of life were standard amongst his people. A childhood filled with brawling and laughing and fun. The way of the Mandalorian was drilled into his early on, even after his parents moved off the Homeworld and to Nar Shaddaa, attempting to strike out on their own.
Just before his 6th birthday was when Me'allo's life was turned upside down. His parents, Ash'ta and El'fain Drakin, had been hired to take down a Dark Jedi who had become a thorn in a local Hutt's side. Promising to return later than evening Me'allo was left to his own devices. That first day was fun, he had the whole apartment to himself acting out dramatic battles between his action figures, fooling around with his mother's old helmet and even playing with Daddy's datapad. Soon though the day had ended, Me'allo having eaten all the junk food he could get his hands on, fell fast asleep awaiting his parents return.
That day turned into two, then three and four. It was only after a full week had gone by that the Jedi had come. The body of a rapidly decomposing Mandalorian had been recovered from an alley by two Jedi Detectives by the names of Adelie and Marsh. After a few hours of digging they had uncovered the name and address of the yellow armored woman. They weren't expecting to find a young redheaded boy inside, unwashed and hungry, the only names registered to the apartment being Ash'ta and El'fain.
A crying Me'allo was taken in by the Jedi that night, nearly inconsolable. In the days that passed the young boy had raided the sparsely stocked kitchen, eating only a little each, terrified to leave the apartment. By the day the Jedi came he was starving, having run out of food the morning before, but still was a force of nature. He raged and screamed and demanded to know where his mother was, lashing out angrily at the bewildered Jedi.
With a wave of her maroon hand the Togruta knight was able to calm the child, scooping him up in her arms. With a single glance between them Adelie and Marsh understood what they needed to do. The little boy was force sensitive, and now, seemingly an orphan. The official Jedi investigation concluded that based on Ash'ta's injuries and the crime scene, she and El'fain were ambushed by a group wielding blasters. Ash'ta was disposed of execution style and El'fain was officially missing and believed dead. His body was never recovered.
Adelie and Marsh kept young Me'allo with them while they conducted their investigation. The case was closed within a few days, the Nar Shaddaa underground had claimed two more lives, but what to do with the broken life they had left behind? After much discussion, the boy who had attached himself to the kind and motherly Adelie, was asked if he wanted to return to Mandalore to his clan, or go back to the Jedi Temple with the Knights. Carefully they explained that being a Jedi was a tough road to travel, but if he was willing to walk it they'd accept him into their ranks. Terrified by the idea of losing someone else Me'allo accepted their offer to go to Coruscant.
The first few months of being a youngling were... interesting to say the least. Brawls were common, Me'allo had grown up where it was acceptable to punch a kid for upsetting you, you didn't bring up transgressions to adults, it was handled amongst themselves on the playground. One morning, shortly after arriving, he became interested in a very particular training saber, but before he could grab it a mirialian girl took it. Without a word Me'allo punched her in the face and gleefully took the saber when the girl didn't fight back. The Jedi scolded him, leaving the boy confused and upset. He wasn't supposed to just take what he wanted?
Conflicts like this occurred often, during sparring matches, Me'allo's aggression was almost embarrassing to his Youngling instructor, who finally asked one of the more experienced Masters for assistance. Master Si Quan took Me'allo under his wing, carefully introducing him to the ways he controls his anger; things like naming seven different breakfast cereals before responding, or breathing deeply to try and clear his mind of the dark clouds. Some of these strategies worked, others not as much. Si Quan though stuck around and gradually Me'allo's behavioral outbursts became more and more rare.
The next few years were turbulent, and while Me'allo showed an aptitude for melee battle he struggled with force training and his aggression in the sparring ring gave him a bad reputation. Able to control his temper outside of the ring and even found himself well liked amongst the other children, Me'allo's actions during practice and sparring were troubling.
As he aged the Jedi grew more and more concerned. Was this a child who would be well suited as a Jedi? Did he truly have his temper under control? Perhaps he'd be better off in the Corps, serving the Jedi in other ways... It was only with gentle convincing from Si Quan and another Master, one who offered to take responsibility for the boy, that the council allowed for him to continue on his training.
It was at this Jedi Master Adelie was ready to take on a new Padawan. The boy was clever, skilled at Shii-Cho and was quick to action, all traits she felt would be good in a Jedi Investigator like herself. She'd need to develop his investigative mind, put a little more work into helping him surpass his teenaged recklessness by teaching him Soresu, a much more defensive form that he was used to. While he hungered to learn Djem So or Ataru, something truly powerful.
Right away Adelie and Me'allo went off on missions, chasing down bad guys and following leads. There was plenty of action and chase which appealed so much to Me'allo as they ran and talked their way through the Coruscant underground.
By the time Me'allo had turned 17 he and the togruta detective made a great team were working on their biggest case yet. Rumors from the underground said that a Dark Jedi and some associates were running a massive slave trade branching from Coruscant to Nar Shaddaa to Ryloth and everywhere between. Sentients of all shapes and sizes being trafficked amongst Hutt's, crime lords and all who could afford it.
After months of work the pair had an amazing lead. The Dark Jedi, a woman by the name of Dahlia Morse, in charge along with her personal armed guards were on their way to strike up a new deal to buy a large group of orphans made by a series of fires that had killed many in factory accident the week before.
Adelie and Me'allo decided they wanted to be there, along with a couple other investigators when everything went down. The plan was to apprehend Dahlia with as few casualties as possible. With permission from the Council Me'allo was allowed to come along, perhaps this would be a good place to start off his Trials.
Sadly, such things ever exactly go according to plan. Dahlia and her men heard word of their sting operation and were prepared. Blaster fire came from all sides and the Jedi were severely outnumbered.
The fight raged on, with Me'allo struggling to disband and busy the hired hands as Adelie focused her efforts on Dahlia. The thugs, clad in Mandalorian armor enraged the boy. Where was the honor in this? In aiding in the selling of children? There was no honor here. With a flurry of his lightsaber he dispatched the first one and as his attention came upon the green armored man, who fired and fought with ever ounce of his being. They fought hard and long, and in the end the Green Mando was dispatched in turn.
On the high of adrenaline and pride he entered the grand battle, challenging Dahlia directly, despite Adelie's instructions. The white haired woman only grinned, her red blade pointed towards him, beckoning and taunting him forward.
Foolhardy and reckless he dashed forward against the commands of his Master. And what a fool he was...
The battle was quick and before he could fully grasp what was going on he had been incapacitated, his last sight being the smile of Dahlia as she slowly crushed his windpipe.
When he awoke several hours later he learned that there was no true glory in battle that night. All reports from that evening said that Adelie had been slain in battle with Dahlia, protecting her daredevil padawan, if you had asked Me'allo himself he'd tell you he killed her himself.
The despair Me'allo felt was unequaled. Losing his parents had been tough, but he was young and what memories he had of that life were like dreams, misty and unreal. But this? This was fresh. This was hard. Every part of him wanted to scream out for his mentor, his mother.
And when they were done screaming those parts wanted blood. A monster grew inside him, fueled by the unending pain of losing Adelie his mind was consuming him, ravaged by the idea of avenging her. It was the honorable thing to do, wasn't it?
In his mourning though another person came to him, a person who sensed the turmoil coming from the youth and shared his pain. Master Amyzon came to him one day as he sat the courtyard, unable to think of what to do, the idea of slowly ending the dark jedi's life wafting through him.
Sitting down next to him Amyzon remarked how days like that reminded her of the dearly departed. She had trained Adelie all through Padawanship and mentored her well into her Master years. The human Master had taken a different path in life then her student though, where Adelie had been quick to fall into Detective work, Amyzon was a healer.
With a few swift words with Council she had gotten them to agree to let her take over Me'allo's training, which with his permission began immediately.
Me'allo was eager to learn how better to defend himself, how to take the offensive so that next time... Next time would go better. Amyzon had other ideas. In the infirmary she drilled him in the ways of healing with the force, teaching him how the body worked and how to repair it.
As he had begun to wield the ability to heal he grew more and more tired, desperately wanting to advance his lightsaber skills. Me'allo scoffed at the idea of the old woman teaching him Makashi. Surprisingly though, Amyzon moved with surgical precision, dancing and moving as she used the dueling form.
In awe at her skill Me'allo threw himself into his light saber training, readying himself for the day he'd face down a Dark Jedi again. At first she beat him within a few moves, his Shii-Cho insufficent, his Soresu out of practice. Within a few months he could block a couple of her passes. One day he was able to hold his own, enjoying the battle without the passion and aggression he once had. The dueling form suited him well, despite his ability to get caught up in the moment. It was so structured, so balanced, it was difficult to lose himself in it all.
Years passed and he became a skilled healer, constantly devoting himself to the infirmary and its work, though in his heart still lingered the black cloud, the monster gnawing at its walls. He still wanted to taste vengeance. At 20 he started to believe that Amyzon would never let him leave the Temple again. But what happened next threw him for a whirlwind. Amyzon, who had been careful to keep him from the rage of war and battle outside the temple since Adelie's death took him with her to aid in a military battle. She along with several other Master's were there to give healing and relief, though she stated that as long as Me'allo followed here instruction, he would be allowed to attend as well.
The battle was... it was hell. People were struck down all around him, and as much as the young man wanted to fight, there were too many to heal, too many who begged and needed help. The blaster fire was everywhere, and soon the lines got pushed back, the opposition growing stronger. A man fell next to him, gasping and crying out in pain, begging for help, despite their difference in uniform and philosophies. This man was an enemy, but he was only a man.
Me'allo jumped, despite the Republic soldiers telling him to leave the boy for dead, despite their fleeing shouts. As blaster fire shot all around him, Me'allo stayed healing the young man from the brink of death before scooping him up in his arms and rushing towards the retreating Republic. The young man, a grunt by name of Joseph thanked Me'allo before he was arrested by the Republic, thankful at least for his death.
The monster died down some, and there was little taste for blood. Its inky black claws loosening their grip. The other healers and soldiers all begged to know how he could have possibly stayed behind to heal him, though Me'allo never could articulate the feeling.
After that mission Me'allo studied all the harder, forgoing his lightsaber training almost all together to become a better healer, a better man.
Around his 22nd birthday Amyzon began to encourage Me'allo to spend more time meditating, centering himself. She sensed that while time had healed some wounds he still grappled with the loss of Adelie, unable to speak her name.
The first day of meditation, nothing happened, merely calm and quiet. The 2nd was much like the first, and the third and the fourth. On the 3rd week though things changed. Swirling in the black abyss of his mind Me'allo found himself trapped in the underground room the evening of Adelie's death. One was the man in Green armor from the night with Dahlia, the other a Dark Jedi, a hood pulled low over their face. Enraged by their presence Me'allo threw himself forward, slashing madly at the figures.
His haphazard blows fueled only by hate were worthless though and as he fought harder they only continued all the more, tag teaming against him. Remembering the words of Amyzon though he centered himself, blocking the blaster bolts of the Mandalorian and the blows of the Sith. Knocking the pair back the helmet and hood fell away, showing their faces, both of them his own. War torn and ravaged by the dark side they were horrible sights to behold.
As he awoken from the trance Me'allo ran to Amyzon, confiding in her the vision he saw. She smiled, patting him on the head and explaining the warring pieces of him. Most people during the Trial of Spirit only had to face their Dark Side selves, but he, the poor boy, also struggled with what could have been.
Seeing the path that the hate he held so deeply could lead him too scared him, would Adelie have wanted that? Could his lust for vengeance really bring him to that point? You respected those who passed, who brought you honor. Fighting battled long over, there was no glory in that.
The next morning Me'allo was summoned before the Council. By losing his Master he had passed his Trial of the Flesh. By facing Amyzon and learning he had demonstrated his skill. Only courage could have propelled him to save that soldier's life at all odd, and facing his fears and alternatives had tested his spirit. Before the Council and Amyzon, Me'allo born Mandalorian, always Mandalorian had become a Jedi Knight.
A tattoo of the mythosaur interlocking with the Jedi symbol adorns his chest, in commemoration of making peace with all the pieces of himself.
RP Sample:
"Moonfire! You in here again?" Me'allo said with a jovial laugh, beckoning the dark haired girl forward. Clutching her arm the teenager couldn't help but whimper as she settled herself onto the examining table.
"What happened this time, girlie?" He asked, giving her a grin.
"I...I tripped." She sputtered, cheeks flushed red, eyes turning away. The whole thing was much to embarrassing for the poor girl.
"Now, now. None of that. You and I are real pals now, ya here?" Bending low he looked over the arm, his touch gentle as he felt through the arm to the bone with the force.
"You've gotta be more careful, girlie... You're in here every week... You know you can talk to me outside of the infirmary, right?" With a dashing wink at the girl her face burned even brighter.
"No! No! Its not like that!" She cried, terrified he might get that idea.
"I'm just joshin' ya, hun. Come 'ere, settle down." His hands moved over the wound, feeling the slightest fracture in the bone. Face down, serious and lined he felt the pain there and soothed it away, the bone beginning to knit together.
