Post by lilabelle on Aug 5, 2007 6:44:24 GMT -5
Name: Alyra Fifeler
Race: Human
Age: 16
Height: 5'3
Weight: 101 lbs
Birth place: Alderaan
Faction: Jedi Order
Rank: Youngling
Alyra Fifeler. Dark hair, kept in a growing braid for nearly four years now. Started out being only a couple of inches long, now reaches almost to her waist, which she hates as it gets in the way. Dark eyes, which in her opinion are becoming slightly green, cause hazel sounds so much nicer than brown. Short, but don't tell her to her face. Thin, to the point of boney, though she eats enough for a small whale given the chance. Dark brown robes, with a green cloak matching her former Master's. But then again, if you're close enough to see all of this, you're probably a close friend. Either that or you've got a lit saber propping up your chin.
Born in Aldara, a city she can barely remember now, as she was taken to the Jedi temple in Coruscant before the end of her first year. Her parents were similarly forgotten, left behind as she began her work to become a Jedi Knight. The only memory she has of them is teardrops falling on her head as she left them, and her name. Alyra - peace. Unfortunately, she's quite the opposite. Hot tempered and emotional. She learnt to control the Force relatively quickly, not far behind the prodigies of her class. Her training saber was notorious for giving out burns and bruises mercilessly to her opponents, though she lacked the forethought that led to victory.
She was watched over from an early age, as nobody was ever quite sure if she was still with them. A council member predicted that she would be the first to go to the Dark side if she was tempted by a Dark Force-user, and she was kept away from outside influence until the age of twelve, when she became angry that she was being imprisoned like this, and demanded that she should be able to make her first lightsaber. They reluctantly agreed, and in six weeks she constructed her first saber, Harmony. It was named for that part of the code that states 'There is no chaos, there is harmony', to remind her that she is not alone, that she depends on others as they depend on her, and that she should think about the greater good rather than her own small self. Unfortunately, it didn't seem to work, and her headstrong displays of anger and injustice became almost famous among the other younglings.
Shortly after her first saber was constructed, a Master came forward to take her on. Most were surprised - after all, she wasn't promising Jedi material, and nobody could guarantee that she wouldn't become Dark at a moment's notice. The Master, a rather old, experienced one named Kuchn Jaxbree, merely replied that everyone should be given a chance, and perhaps fighting the Dark side would help her. Alyra, irritated at being critiscized, began methodically slicing up her old teacher's desk and chair, and burnt a rather childish 'swearword' into the wall beside it.
They were only too keen to get rid of her after that.
When she left with her new Master, already plaiting her hair into a short braid, Alyra had been rather surprised at his seeming lack of personality. He was not funny, he was not short-tempered. He was not interesting in the slightest, calm, deliberate, cool-headed. She asked him, 'Is that what a Jedi must be?' and he replied, 'That is what I must be.'
Under his guidance, she constructed a new saber, Serenity, which was named after another part of the code, and also for her Master. It was a short saber, easier for her to handle as she was below average height, and coloured a plain white. Her Master taught her meditation, philosophy and more theoretical subject matter than practical, which enraged her though she understood why.
At fifteen, she could duel with two sabers fairly well, though her blindingly obvious mistakes made it easy to unarm her. Her skill with a shoto was better than average, although she still struggled a little with her normal saber. She used the Force well, and had gone on one or two small missions with Kuchn, though she still had a thirst for adventure, and couldn't wait to become a Knight. He had said that with luck, courage and serenity (a little dig), she could begin preparing for the Trials in a couple of years.
Unfortunately, all that was cut short as Kuchn became ill and weak. Alyra didn't understand. There were no symptoms she recognised, just old age and tiredness. In vain she insisted that he would be better soon, that this was nothing, he just needed a rest. In the Jedi life, nobody died of not being alive anymore. They met their death against a strong enemy, fighting the Dark side. Kuchn smiled at her agony and impatience. Alone, in the quiet stillness, he told her that 'nobody can vanquish the Dark inside them. They can only keep it at bay, and be still.' He told her of his own life as a Padawan, how he had been possibly the most ill-behaved, mischievous youngling at the Temple for many years, how he had lost his sister at the Trials, how he had sought for revenge and never come close to it. Alyra was comforted by these tales, and soon almost forgot about the Death hanging over him.
But Death never goes away, it just waits for when you come back to it. Kuchn told her not to seek revenge; it was nobody's fault that he was dying. She showed signs of crying, and he sent her for some water. She fetched it, and cried, wiping her eyes before re-entering the room. But he was dead, eyes closed, face turned to her, unmoving.
His sabre, green and double-edged, named Knowledge, she kept. She would never use it, she vowed, until she was at his level and understood fully what he had said to her, for all those years. Now a Youngling once more, she began her return to the Temple, taking the long way to see those sights he had told her about and to remember him and his death. She searched for another Master, though it hurt her to do so, because in order to become a Knight, and a Master like Kuchn, she had to complete her Trials under another Master.
She is still looking now, her sabers held tight in her hands, the Force still fresh in her mind. Though her Master had no killer and didn't die in combat, she is seeking revenge anyway, against the whole of the Dark side that forced him to do what he did, and lose what he lost, and gain what he gained.
Lightsaber: Dual (one single and a short), Double-Edged
[glow=white,2,300]Serenity[/glow]: Serenity - the hardest part of the code for Alyra. She named it as a reminder not to let her temper get the better of her. A shoto.
[glow=cyan,2,300]Harmony[/glow]: The second part of the code she has trouble with. Working with another is difficult, just as working with another saber is harder than with one.
[glow=limegreen,2,300]Knowledge[/glow]: Her deceased Master's sabre that she has vowed not to use until she can say that she truly understands what it is to be a Jedi Master like him. (i.e: never.)
Color: White (shoto, main), Cyan (single, secondary), Green (double-edged, ornamental)
I made a character, finally. Apologies for any mistakes, I'm not too great with Star Wars but, you know, I try.
Race: Human
Age: 16
Height: 5'3
Weight: 101 lbs
Birth place: Alderaan
Faction: Jedi Order
Rank: Youngling
Alyra Fifeler. Dark hair, kept in a growing braid for nearly four years now. Started out being only a couple of inches long, now reaches almost to her waist, which she hates as it gets in the way. Dark eyes, which in her opinion are becoming slightly green, cause hazel sounds so much nicer than brown. Short, but don't tell her to her face. Thin, to the point of boney, though she eats enough for a small whale given the chance. Dark brown robes, with a green cloak matching her former Master's. But then again, if you're close enough to see all of this, you're probably a close friend. Either that or you've got a lit saber propping up your chin.
Born in Aldara, a city she can barely remember now, as she was taken to the Jedi temple in Coruscant before the end of her first year. Her parents were similarly forgotten, left behind as she began her work to become a Jedi Knight. The only memory she has of them is teardrops falling on her head as she left them, and her name. Alyra - peace. Unfortunately, she's quite the opposite. Hot tempered and emotional. She learnt to control the Force relatively quickly, not far behind the prodigies of her class. Her training saber was notorious for giving out burns and bruises mercilessly to her opponents, though she lacked the forethought that led to victory.
She was watched over from an early age, as nobody was ever quite sure if she was still with them. A council member predicted that she would be the first to go to the Dark side if she was tempted by a Dark Force-user, and she was kept away from outside influence until the age of twelve, when she became angry that she was being imprisoned like this, and demanded that she should be able to make her first lightsaber. They reluctantly agreed, and in six weeks she constructed her first saber, Harmony. It was named for that part of the code that states 'There is no chaos, there is harmony', to remind her that she is not alone, that she depends on others as they depend on her, and that she should think about the greater good rather than her own small self. Unfortunately, it didn't seem to work, and her headstrong displays of anger and injustice became almost famous among the other younglings.
Shortly after her first saber was constructed, a Master came forward to take her on. Most were surprised - after all, she wasn't promising Jedi material, and nobody could guarantee that she wouldn't become Dark at a moment's notice. The Master, a rather old, experienced one named Kuchn Jaxbree, merely replied that everyone should be given a chance, and perhaps fighting the Dark side would help her. Alyra, irritated at being critiscized, began methodically slicing up her old teacher's desk and chair, and burnt a rather childish 'swearword' into the wall beside it.
They were only too keen to get rid of her after that.
When she left with her new Master, already plaiting her hair into a short braid, Alyra had been rather surprised at his seeming lack of personality. He was not funny, he was not short-tempered. He was not interesting in the slightest, calm, deliberate, cool-headed. She asked him, 'Is that what a Jedi must be?' and he replied, 'That is what I must be.'
Under his guidance, she constructed a new saber, Serenity, which was named after another part of the code, and also for her Master. It was a short saber, easier for her to handle as she was below average height, and coloured a plain white. Her Master taught her meditation, philosophy and more theoretical subject matter than practical, which enraged her though she understood why.
At fifteen, she could duel with two sabers fairly well, though her blindingly obvious mistakes made it easy to unarm her. Her skill with a shoto was better than average, although she still struggled a little with her normal saber. She used the Force well, and had gone on one or two small missions with Kuchn, though she still had a thirst for adventure, and couldn't wait to become a Knight. He had said that with luck, courage and serenity (a little dig), she could begin preparing for the Trials in a couple of years.
Unfortunately, all that was cut short as Kuchn became ill and weak. Alyra didn't understand. There were no symptoms she recognised, just old age and tiredness. In vain she insisted that he would be better soon, that this was nothing, he just needed a rest. In the Jedi life, nobody died of not being alive anymore. They met their death against a strong enemy, fighting the Dark side. Kuchn smiled at her agony and impatience. Alone, in the quiet stillness, he told her that 'nobody can vanquish the Dark inside them. They can only keep it at bay, and be still.' He told her of his own life as a Padawan, how he had been possibly the most ill-behaved, mischievous youngling at the Temple for many years, how he had lost his sister at the Trials, how he had sought for revenge and never come close to it. Alyra was comforted by these tales, and soon almost forgot about the Death hanging over him.
But Death never goes away, it just waits for when you come back to it. Kuchn told her not to seek revenge; it was nobody's fault that he was dying. She showed signs of crying, and he sent her for some water. She fetched it, and cried, wiping her eyes before re-entering the room. But he was dead, eyes closed, face turned to her, unmoving.
His sabre, green and double-edged, named Knowledge, she kept. She would never use it, she vowed, until she was at his level and understood fully what he had said to her, for all those years. Now a Youngling once more, she began her return to the Temple, taking the long way to see those sights he had told her about and to remember him and his death. She searched for another Master, though it hurt her to do so, because in order to become a Knight, and a Master like Kuchn, she had to complete her Trials under another Master.
She is still looking now, her sabers held tight in her hands, the Force still fresh in her mind. Though her Master had no killer and didn't die in combat, she is seeking revenge anyway, against the whole of the Dark side that forced him to do what he did, and lose what he lost, and gain what he gained.
Lightsaber: Dual (one single and a short), Double-Edged
[glow=white,2,300]Serenity[/glow]: Serenity - the hardest part of the code for Alyra. She named it as a reminder not to let her temper get the better of her. A shoto.
[glow=cyan,2,300]Harmony[/glow]: The second part of the code she has trouble with. Working with another is difficult, just as working with another saber is harder than with one.
[glow=limegreen,2,300]Knowledge[/glow]: Her deceased Master's sabre that she has vowed not to use until she can say that she truly understands what it is to be a Jedi Master like him. (i.e: never.)
Color: White (shoto, main), Cyan (single, secondary), Green (double-edged, ornamental)
I made a character, finally. Apologies for any mistakes, I'm not too great with Star Wars but, you know, I try.
