Post by Arruna on Jul 16, 2010 8:15:02 GMT -5
Password: Space Slug
Character permission Second daughter
Name: Dolina Lerr (Doline)
Race: Miraluka
Age: 15
Height: 5'1
Weight: 98
Birth place: Alpheridies
Appearance: For the first look Dolina seems a girl. She stands much shorter then average at only 5'1, but as one gets a better look of her, it is easy to find out how many unusual thing appear at that body. She makes up for it with a big personality.Her hair is straight black - like a black bird's feather - that dimmedly reflects the light , it falls bellow her shoulders, emphasizing more of her pale face. As of the last few years her hair style changed a lot, thanks to the changing circumstances, now it's much longer. On her homeland the look of sun barely reach her people, without sunshine most of their skin was pale like her's, that why the childish facial features look so Nordic. Her body is slender, though far from toned or muscular; rather, she's thin, but she's soft, her arms are thin and her fingers are long, like a slow-song piano player"s fingers. Her movements quite childish, easy as she turn around in a crowd, but still she stands serious enough to make people take her serious. Being tiny and little often makes others to treat her differently from her normal age, biologically she is much early mature. She might be considered small or little compared to the others in her age. Lips are thick, quite eye catching for everyone with it's cheerful kiss-like shape, they reveal all of her emotions. Practically the big mouth replace her eyes,because that's the only one thing on her face that show her reactions. On her face you can find the over-sized wound-like vestigial eyes, they are unusually spectacular with depth, blackness and scars look like burn injuries. She doesn't cover them with blindfold, because of her sensitive skin, that can be easily irritated, especially at her area of eyes. That's why she found a solution for this matter, an old pilot goggles. With dark enough glasses in it it's hard to found out weather she is a human or else. She likes to stand out in a crowd usually in fashionable clothing that are pretty flashy and eye catching, most of the time she wears an elegant red robe. Dolina her feminine features are both mature and refined, giving her the look of a rather attractive young lady.
"I'm an ugly girl, my face makes you hurl
Said I have it, I should bag it
Acne everywhere, unwanted facial hair
I'm a relation to Frankenstein's creation"
"Peek-a-boo! Blaa!"
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GPy7G3tSzpw
Personality: At first sight Dolina appears to be an extremely loud and odd sort of person. Dolina was a very out spoken imaginative girl who’s naturally inclined to attract attention. She was seemingly friendly and welcoming believing in inherent goodness in people, she was a great talker and has a unique style, but she’d rather talk things out then fight. Although she was mostly by herself at the last two years, therefor, she took every chance to talk to others, she was always curious and vivacious, asking any question she wished...and that meant there was never a moment silence with her. The young woman to easily attempt to making any contact with them, to the point she gets rather confident when cornered in a situation like that, to the point she would try showing herself to them or even run after them. Luckily patience and discipline has caused the girl to develop the willpower to hold back herself, even if she disliked it. Mentally Dolina is quite stubborn, being someone who always had preferred talk around. She is considered a maniac of conversation and discussion and deploy those for use in her quarrel. However, the way she express thought quite unusual, it started back then when she was in her tribe and later thanks to the stranger environment she got an complete individual talking. As she grew older and mellowed out, she still retained that harsh and feisty charm that was unseemly in a young lady her age, but she didn't really much care. The mischievous One has another side. Following her belief that was what she really care about, to find others who might follow her and to purge the face of the land from the unholy souls. Since she was gone from her home planet, she found her way by considering herself a kind of redeemer. A bond of natural is the base of her faith, that raw, harsh and pure at the same time. Never one to care for what others thought of her, she did what she wanted and what she liked, and the consequences to follow.
Occupation: Shaman novice [ex-slave]
Rank: N/A
Bio:
In days of old...
The earliest memories Dolina could ever recall were about her age of three. Beran, the woman who give birth to the little one, protected Dolina from everything, those days were so fear full, for the tribe went to another field, where their beast could eat and they could hunt. The little girl played with her sisters and brothers, who also bear the name of Lerr. The older ones looked after her when their mother was busy. They only knew simple games with a ball, that was made of leather and leaves, also to play with rope was good fun what hunters gave to the children to have some fun.
Later her life become more responsible when she joined to the caretakers of the household. At first she went to firewood, then she learned the secret of pottery and as she get older she had less time to play and had to work more. As a female Dolina looked after her own three little sisters at age of eight, that was what she really liked to do, and so the little ones. She also had two brother, but those were enough old to took care of themselves. Dolina did not talk too much to them, unlike their mother did, so the children felt more free themselves, but Dolina only gave them a bit more freedom. Their had to be stopped when they went too close to the fire and such.
When a ceremony had taken place she started talk of her dreams, then the elders thoughts she was kind of strange, but when the shaman had spoken everybody learned that he was going keep his eyes on her for she was only six, too young to have such a gift. Their ceremonies had a simple purpose, asking the killed beast' spirits to forgiveness, as every living being had the right to live and exist they respected the animals. Other ceremonies served different reasons like pre-marriage, marriage or becoming a man or woman, but they had no Christmas or birthday. So her relation with the shamanism started pretty soon, but to become a disciple she got to grown a bit more. They life was different from the city people, Dolina could count with her fingers on her one hand how many times she had been in a city. There the tents were various and people were very many. Unlike those people, in the tribe people had their belief that was the most essential bond, the sign of life, of love and union. Two years passed, Dolina grown fine and taller, she was eight, close to be a woman, but the fate gave her a different path. To become part of faith she had to serve it, learn about it and understand it. Without other education that was a piece of cake, however, the hard work was one of their test and the their supervisor watched them carefully. The disciples were picked among the youngsters, unless someone was sick or sun of a great hunter or warrior anyone could became a disciple, but the shaman did not chose too many. Dolina as a girl only was chosen, because of her strangeness, that was in this case a good thing.
Many years had passed since she first looked at the sky, from the day of her birth. In fact, these people didn't care much about the time, after all, rarely anything significant happened during those years. The seasons were changing, rainy days came and the time of hunting when beasts were many and the preys were ample. Then the time of privation came, the winter. The Great Circle, that lives everywhere in the nature. For an indigenous people what mostly counted was the 'where' they could find better living conditions. So if it needed they traveled, then with time they came back to the old fields. Dolina was a Miraluka, a kind of human that hadn't been given the sense of seeing, but something else had been that others hadn't. Hearing, tasting and when a mosquito landed at her skin she hit it at once (touching). For orientation she got a different help, called the Force. It was hard to describe what the Force really was. Although, what they Miraluka saw about the world was similar to what others saw. Some of the great Jedi were capable of seeing the world this way and explained it. In this tribe, no body knew the Jedi. They didn't hear about it. Even the word of "seeing" were used as what they were doing, but they knew that others saw things differently. Some saga and legend were "live" among them, those remain from the past. By now these were only rumors to hear when a small group visited a city to trade. Then they heard things from strangers, whom somehow came to the planet.
The city life was different from their own, the crowd, the bustle and many alien creatures talked so much that it caused a headache to the tribe people. She hadn't gotten to used to talking much, because in her place there weren't to many things to talk about. Actually not all bonds tied her to the tribe. Ashanna Lerr - her aunt - previously lived in a city and twelve moons (years) ago before she left the planet. Ashana's sister, Beran, went away from home, as well. Leaving a developed area, the city behind to join to a tribe. For Beran - who was Dolina's mother -, it was a huge trip to take between the two worlds, from the city to the tribe, and she left everything behind. Compared to the other city people she married very early at age of nineteen, after all, in a tribe a thirteen years old girl was a women and ready for the motherhood. In that world where people lived with no education and the life was shorter, they started the family life much earlier than others in the cities. Dolina's mother was much older than the average tribe brides. She hadn't told too much about her past, for why she left her homeland. It wasn't polite, for in a tribe the family bond was the strongest, and to brake it was such an unholy deed, and crime. Therefore, even Dolina hadn't known everything of her family's story and her origin for a while. Sometimes small details came to the surface of her knowledge, one of them was about her aunt, Ashanna Lerr who departed to the stars, like Ashanna's aunt did once. It was a weird family tradition. In her tribe the population was about two hundred people. They were one as the Nature intended it. They follow rules of the Nature and with them they lived day after day. Without writing or electricity, but even a single fountain wasn't around. Only the river, rocks and the thing they sat their feet on; it was called the land. The knowledge of Shamanism and of cooking were they top science. Only their culture separated them from one another, all the man and woman live in Hierarchy.
Their age was an important matter, because wisdom overranked the boldness of younglings at all the time, and traditionally man were in charge. The big families lived together in a traditional way, like cousins with cousins all together. Basically that two hundred people were about twelve family. Formerly battles decided the leadership among the tribes on the country side, but recently.they found peace. In these days peace born in their hearths by match making between each tribe. When a boy didn't find a partner in his own tribe, the neighbors took care of him and gave him a wife. Naturally a boy could say "no" if he disliked the bride. In case of girls the right of decision was not given. Even if a pig-faced, foot-haired lad appeared, they couldn't resist, the girl had to live with him. Dolina was special, she was one of those who had a family name, because of her origin. Her mother came from a civilized environment where people bear family names. Everybody else only owned a first name, or they called one another by the first name added to his or her’s father's or mother's name. For example, Huvel sun. Rufel.
She was quite girl, Dolina, who was good in pottery, had a fine sense of cooking and knew something about fighting. The other girls spoke more than she, the girl did not gossip and this was respected very much by lads. When she was talking she did it only briefly, concisely and she did not waste many words. Her talent of good ideas was truly revealed when her speeches were heard as she spoke. Mostly her good perception of the human's hearth was interesting to hear and her the great knowledge of men impressed others. Those were considered to be a man who was married, so they couldn't marry her since only one wife was allowed to have. The very thing that kept the lads away from her was nothing else, but her "hearing of whispers". One of the reason for her being among the shaman novices, it was a kind of after life speech what she could hear, the ghosts addressed to them, but only a Shaman could receive these massages. All the dreams and the whispers were only the sign of her power that had to grown more, for that she had to learn more and serve more as a novice, that was what they believed.
An important religiously virtue it was in case of this female that the Shaman lady had to remain virgin, because otherwise she would lose her power of hearing the spirits. That was what wise people and their superstition said. Of course, everyone wanted to keep contact to their dead relatives, so Dolina's marriage ceremony was always placed to a later time. Sometimes a Shaman or future tellers died alone without any partner, because of this tradition. If a female shaman married her husband had the responsibility to keep the contact with the after world, bur for that the husband had to be a trained shaman. She did not intend to leave this world as a singly. It was said that Ashanna Lerr left this world alive and passed into sky and such a deed proved Dolina's ability, since quite spiritual things happened in her family. .For example, Ashanna - Dolina's aunt - was capable of telling the healing of another world. That was a very important matter in the superstitious tribe. They did not expected that the girl with the help of the Force felt things. Good omen, with time as they thought she would become a better wizard or healer than any other disciples, so when the time came she joined to the Shaman's disciples. Practicing together, making ceremonies and sacrifice were her job. However, in general, Dolina(’s) only was part of the audience who listened in ceremonies.. As for disciples they got special duty besides the regular things, but it didn't mean that they ever will be shaman, only one at time could be the leader of their religion. The others remained novices. The word of life was so great around here. The one who could take more life in hunting was greater and more popular. Always the main topic and symbol of the prosperity was the life. The rich got more prey, had more leather and his dress was ever nicer when it was made of the hide of big beast. From a distance it was not eye catching, but nearer they recognized it by touching. Among them to touch each other was a normal habit, to hug during a ritual, that was part of the every day life.
Dolina was the oldest among her siblings, there were six of them all together, all of them bear the name Lerr. Shame that she wasn't grown taller, but it proved she was more sustained than others, especially in case of house work. To raise children and cooking were part of the female duty and part of being a female. On the other hand, challenging was a duty for man and required as sport. To earn a rank and others respected, this was the way of manhood. The one who won most of the challenges in a year could challenge the chieftain. No one wished to change the boss - whom they respected so much - in every year, so they only challenged the current chief once every tenth years. Dolina, among the ladies was well-trained in the Do-jivo fighting style. Mostly it consisted of turnings and wide moves with a staff. Originally it was used for ceremonies, for dance. As a Shaman disciple she had to make containers and collecting plant for rituals, taking care some of the tribe's chore remained her duty, her job always depend on what was more important. Rather strong she became, but it wasn't polite to help to the ladies. Everybody had their own duty to do and they were responsible for that. If someone helped to the others that was a sign of courtship in case of unmarried people. From that they got a closer relationship. Working together was the beginning of a romance. Being together was the only possible way to marriage, before that all the members of the families kept their eyes on them. There was no room for coincident, they were rebuked for all of their mistakes. Even for early kisses they could get punishment. For ladies the fighting was serious among men and the lads had to pass some test to prove their worthiness and manhood. Not like in cities where it was part of the daily routine to change their partners for a better one. Working together made them get to used to one another. Without work the tribe would be dead, so laziness was an unknown phrase. Whoever for some reason was lazy then he was exiled very soon, those probably died in the prairie. With time the young couple could swear an "Early Oath".
The Early Oath allowed the couple to be together, but not at night in a tent. If they handled to be together without fighting - about for two months -, then the marriage could be taken place. The Early Oath was the test of tolerance. There wasn't such thing like divorce, a bad marriage was a big trouble, but there was no way back. Usually, to argue they had not time, after all, there was always something to be done. Dolina hadn't took part of these when she reach the age of thirteen. As a youngster she knew she was destined to serve her community through her sixth sense and perhaps one day she will be the wife of a Shaman or she would remain single. Without choice she don't even thought other option, she loved her tribe, her home so she followed its rules as a considered women now. Her mind was full of these sorts of thoughts. While one day..…
One day...
Slowly marching toward the midst of the field, on the usual path, the same as so many times before. Norin in the front with Dolina, they hit the road to seek firewood. The two native women were almost at the same age, only Norin was a year older - fourteen - than Dolina. In this season the nights were cold, and even men joined to take care of these kinds of works when it was too much for woman. Sluggish advancing forward the distant forest, where flammable wood could be found. In their arms the usual tools, which helped them carry pieces of wood. They carried weapons to aid in their self defense. They were simple people, who wore leather cloths. Their knowledge hand't surpassed the horizon, as far as they could see they named things, beyond that the cities were with their secrets. Only the old tales gave them some ideas about "star travelling" and "sky-fighters", people who had traveled around the stars and had fought against both good and evil. There were only a few who had met aliens, but those stories were hardly believable. Here Dolina herself held a staff for self-defense, that was the tool of challenge. It was a tradition that men challenged one another for leadership, honor and respect, it was mandatory for them.. For woman it was self-defense, mostly against nature's animals. Dolina disliked these challenges, just needless pain and fighting among her own people. The violent clashes as of late weren't frequent among these peoples. Norin wasn't related to her, but they shared a close bond as friends. These simple people were on their own every day, they were dependant on each other.
The bond they shared demanded they respect each other as much as possible for their own survival. Nevertheless it was different either to be a man or a woman in the tribe. The first one overranked the second one, more or less their duties were different. Even in small communities not everyone knew each other, but usually they knew who was related to other. Time slowly passed, the hours were meaningless, only summers were counted and moons. It was a few more steps across the field before they found a fell and cankerous tree on the ground. Perhaps an animal had caused its untimely end. Dolina picked up a stick which was leaving its birthplace, with a voice of cracking, the log. It seemed fine, Dolina motioned to her partner to came close, they got what they came for. They had no need to go further the forest. In the distance a third figure appeared, Zolvor who was one of their hunters. He was heading back home with his prey. He got a bit closer to say hello to our heroine and Norin. It didn't take long till a new one to arrive, but this one was different. It descended the sky among the simple people, a huge, fire breathing metal monster. It was causing the ground to shake and alter the face of the land. Gray and black colors were its dress, fierce and vile noises erupted from the strange creation that no one had ever seen before. The thing had two huge wings, like birds have and that thing had more than four legs to stand on and from its behind flames came out, a real hellish creature, a dropship. Unimaginable for them, it was as if it was the end of world or a god had set foot on the land. The soft sand had been touch, it was as if a shouting voice calmed down, like the heart of the beast stopped. "Whoosh" was heard as a space opened on the side of metal being's body.
The door rushed out and a huge blue-white colored figure stepped through the doorway. It's eyes were in one big point, it was covering his face, a mask, and his skin resembled the shining Sun, shimmering like a ghost. In his hands a well-grown piece of black wood, a kind of magic wand. "The sky-fighter!" someone yelled. Of course, as Miralukas they saw all of these through a different angle, but the aliens - who was a rodian - frightened them. Without knowing, it was an alien sent among them to hunt, in armor and with weapons. For them this felt like the end. Norin, in her frightened state was seeking shelter behind them. In the sudden moment it disapprovingly effected the alien and suspiciously it pulled the trigger. A loud buzz passed over the earth, through sky and heavens, penetrating their ears. The foreign hellish music reached the bushes at the other side of the field. At the same time a short scream broke free from a flaming dead throat. Dead it was whose body trembling when it had fallen to the ground, like a poppet was falling onto the dry dust. Opposite steps followed one another. Dolina took one step backwards, then recoiled, the stranger was getting angry. From her partner, Zolvor a war cry broke out. One of them was murdered and that life wanted to be avenged. After all, it wasn't a warrior was hit, but a helpless women. The fear turned into anger, the misunderstanding into surprising pain. Lifting his spear he sprinted towards the armored being, whose identity was still unknown. That matter vanished meaninglessly.
Every step that Zolvor took brought him closer towards panicking and the wand of thunder breath was turning at him. The girl felt in every ounce of her being the enjoyment the alien was feeling fill his soul. Only idly watching after someone such as an hero ran to his death, whom words could not follow any longer. Everything seemed so far away, everything that bonded him to her. Those steps flew him away like waves. One was lost in doubts, other was in licentiousness. A new buzz broke out, passing through the field, a new horror and death. In front of her two partners fallen as she whispered their names, the grass danced for them during the Grass' dance the wind murmured a song across the whole field. Dolina was stammering toward the ground, cursing him while mourning. The whole thing was a meaningless gathering of evil. In an seemingly bottomless abyss of sadness, where was no way back. When she raised her head to peer at the stranger the gun was pointed at her throat...
Not much later...
...she glanced at the face of death. Dolina expected that if she had to die she would do it with dignity, for she wasn't different from the other two, though she found no solution to handle the situation, so she was just turning toward the unknown person. The stress was so tense, solid almost touchable in the air. A step, then another, and many more followed. A foot of the alien sat on their land after leaving the ramp, then they just stood there, the two stranger was looking at each other. When deeds could not help, Dolina, the eccentric one, - as everyone knew her - addressed words to the murderer. What could possibly a mortal say to an almighty? Her desperate words for mercy made him realized that what sorts of people they were, they were the people he seek. Hard moment it was. Those few moments apparently were an endless waiting.
Finally the riffle went lower and with that another structure appeared in his hand. She was sullenly gazing at it, but suddenly the girl fell on the ground. Something came so fast towards her, that it covered her prone then it reduced to keep her on the ground, where she couldn’t move. Dolina figured that a net tied her there that gotten her with the speed of an arrow. Its touch was strong and stiff. Then two boots appeared next to her, for a moment she was frozen, but Dolina wasn't on the menu for carrion-feeding birds. In the next moment she found herself inside of something, Dolina was closed in. As she woke up she found herself in darkness, in every direction she found walls. Something made her unconscious, but she knew nothing of those weapons, she felt pain, perhaps it was some kind of electro-shock. Some places had furniture, a mattress was bellow of her and a closed door hide the path to the outside world. Her head was in pain and her limps would spasm when she attempted to get up.
All of the movements were hard, as she was straightening her breaths began to be difficult. In the redesigned room where she was kept in a prison. Far away from the land, the girl felt herself as a bird would in a cage. She was unable to decide which direction was up and down, it was a strange feeling. In the tummy of a space vessel which just left the planet this feeling wasn't surprising. No field, no tribe will be part of her life anymore. She was beginning a new life style which she couldn’t imagine. For minutes she was staring the walls, for she had never been closed in a small place. It took a big effort to slowly and extra carefully stand up. Finally. What's next? Good question, after all she only had been a few times in a city, even then she couldn't get familiar with the function of a door. Theoretically it used to have a "handle", This one didn't have any. Scratching her little head and peeking at the nothing, while helplessly Dolina begun to push it, so she could repel the harum-scarum structure. However, the stubborn thing adhered itself. Who knew how long she tried but while it opened, it had been caused by an external influence.
The floor was uneven and its end had steps of a construction. A stairs? Though it had an unusual curve, and the form formed was terrible, made by strange hands. Then an elegantly dressed man paced in front of her from the last cabin. It was master Sirus, the rodian who captured her. Perhaps it was a light dress, some kind of symbol on it. At first he introduced himself, then Sirus explained her that he was a slave-trader and she was about to be sold to some costumer, who only intended to buy one Miraluka. So for old butcher it was easier to kill the others since he didn't know too many people who bought Miraluka and he only would have trouble to have slave that needed to no one. He told her he was going to show her a few things.
Two years in the new world...
Having no choice she followed him. Hoping that the curious feeling from the man won't turn against her, they went into the next room. From that moment her life changed forever. Chosen one she become, like so few, she as her aunt had been travelling to a whole new world. The Slave Trader, Master Sirus expected he found a value-priced, which was on the way to get into the best hands, He did not hurt her, explained many things of space travelling, about aliens and also gave answers for her old legends. Suddenly getting that huge amount of knowledge she couldn't understand. So lost Dolina felt herself .Only one thing gave her shelter, the old beliefs. With those she attempted to explain the strange phenomenon and happenings. During learning new things she tried to put them into her past, so that way she could saved the harmonic with her memories. Solution was using her belief to find bond her past and presence to turned her attention from loneliness and doubts. Shortly she met the client, who was happy for the representative of the famous species, Dolina. This client was Master Sirus' costumer, a gran, named Hortelef. Nevertheless, Dolina made him disappointed, learned a lot from the slave trader about how others see things, but she experienced the world differently, so she learned what others don't see. She did not wish to give the kidnappers what they wanted. The faith of her could turned out differently if she told them the true, but she told them that she was blind. That she sow things, but noticed less about the world than they do, and even being a Shaman disciple not made her able to do anything extraordinary.
Therefore the big promises didn't came to real, the trader almost had been killed that day. Hortelef in his anger left the place and after that memorable moment Master Sirus decided to keep the girl, but this time he did not realized why. The reason of keeping the girl in the house hold was that he liked something in her. Dolina, however, did not get far from her destiny and she become a slave. For two whole years she washed the floor and cooked for several sorts of fellows who appeared around there. Soon figured that the outside world was much wretched and sinner than her homeland. By being humiliated she got bigger and bigger homesick. Her only hope remained that it was a higher porpoise that she got there. The time had to came when she will see which direction she really headed. All of these were only a test, she had to persevere. All the whispers said "Hold on". The time could not bother her, it never did in her life. Practically she didn't know much about time, she recognized the word, but personally she haven't used it too much. For example, it was told that this or that had to be done before the other things. The day came when they got out of the Master Sirus's place and got in a ship to travel among the stars. Without knowing which planet she was, she tried to memorize the different sorts of names, like comlink, Hoover or robot. It was explained what was good for what, but she never understood how they worked. Everything was imagined by her with more or less success. The new expedition lead her to a dusty place where perhaps he tried to sale her. They were alone. Knowing he can trust in the young Dolina, who was hard-worker and ready to obey his will. Without a clue what was coming. Was he was about to sale her, kill her or give her a new job? Everything was possible, after all she knew what was being a slave. So much for being a Shaman.
With patience she was waiting in her cabin, hearing as the ship landed. Dolina already got to used to the shouting, that she had to do her duty and although she was tired of the "hold on" thing, but so far she hadn't expected that the time presented itself. Paces were heard, then the door risen. Her master took a glance inside, and he used a soft tone. It was weird to hear this from who always had been hard on her, since when he couldn't sale her in the first place. Stiffly gazed at her almost like he could eat the tiny girl with his look who was just wandering. Slowly Master Sirus was stepping toward her, sat next to and was watching her more and more. Her covered eye area made her mysterious. On trembling voice she enquired him about what was going to happen. She was aware of his changing emotions. It was in the air, in the silence, in every movement and Dolina felt less secured herself. Turning her face toward him she could see through the blindfold his approaching face. On the other side she noticed an object Only a half second later, when the fellow got closer he scared her, then it was like she heard a voice. The origin of voice was a feeling, later it turned into a meaning and that was how she always thought she heard the whispers of the spirits. The stretching hand reached her shoulder, at this point she picked up the heavy object and tossed it at his face. He was hit exactly there where she was told to look at when she was talking. Exactly where she had to cover herself, for the squeamish alien disliked the way she looked.
Of course, at home she hadn't had any trouble like this, there they didn't need to cover their faces. Sometimes foreign words and also those languages what she could not understand made her freaked out. Same thing with the way things worked, what she saw in holo-movies. It was enough of this madness. And now all these anger woke up in her, and this feeling stiked at his eyes., finishing his vision. Master Sirus screamed. She remarked that, once he could see with her eyes. A slight smile appeared on her face, for she knew that there was no way back, it was time. Time to took another step and to left every trouble behind. Guessing nothing what was waiting out there, but she had to go. Sating a foot beyond the doorstep she was pushing a bottom and the cabin door closed, the cabin which origin function was to keep boxes in one place. That was modified to a room - more precisely - into a cell, what only be opened from outside. Her master trusted her, once he even told her where he kept his money. It didn't take long till her little hand collected his savings. Everybody would do the same thing whom she met in the last two years. At least she learned something useful from them. Criminals, miserable wretched folks, she hated them so much. She didn't realized that during this years how much she changed. Knowing nothing about piloting she headed to the exit. Pushing the switch of the door the way of the freedom opened. Her former master couldn't came after her, losing her eye sight and being lucked up in a chamber his fate had been sealed. As for Dolina she found herself in an unknown environment, weird area with only a few trees, she did not know where she was heading, first she wanted to get as far as humanly possible, then she hoped that she will get back to her tribe, though she had know idea she was on a different planet it was the Ithorian. As she looked art the distance she felt a long journey lay before her...
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 2
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 4
Leadership: 5
Unarmed: 2
Melee Weapons: 3
Ranged Weapons: 0
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 0
Telepathic: 0
Body: 0
Sense: 3
Protection: 0
Healing: 0
Destruction: 0
Alignment: 0
Equipment:
- An old pilot's goggles
- Her cloths
Skills:
- Shamanism
- Herbs and plants
- Pottery
- Cooking
- A bit of hunting
RP Sample:
Old faces turned to each other as small one entered into the Court room with confidence. It was a girl, name is Dolina, also came from a far far away place in the galaxy to answer for some nefarious deeds which were the result of insidious machination. A guard stepped into the Court room where its members glanced at him with a weird look. He seemed nervious, like someone in pain or having a headache.
"Honorable judges, it's Dolina from planet Alpheridies." with quick steps he left the room.
Everyone looked at the little one, who in red robe stood there in the midst, she was keeping her head low, slowly turning around till her attention reached the main judge, Lester. The rigid pale face showed a smile and she raised her face, so her delightful atrophied eyes were seen, making a memorable impression. A miraluka without bandage of any kind, that was kind. The over-sized scars made her small face even more pretty.
"Peek-a-boo... hi there"
"Welcome. Come to seek some anyswers, did you?" enquired Lester, the wise one after a short quietness.
"Nope, I came because of a higher porpuse you can't even imagine, kind Sir."
Sudden surprise appeared on every face as whispers begun talking about her, curiosity and incomprehension what she noticed all around herself. Seemingly all of them liked to hear her reason for being here, Lester placed his hand bellow his chin.
"What would that be?" asked he with serious interest.
"In my presence all the evil will be vanquished, because a great spirit like myself clean the sefilthy souls . The reason of my advent is not less than to purge all the unholy being and wash them away upon the face of the earth. So beware of my name, that is fear and threat for all of you who do not wish to follow me, in whose hearth a desire is not born to hear my words. Or otherwise, the holy flames are going to bit your flesh from your bones and..."
"Enough of this. Such a insolence manner is.."
Obviously her audution came to its end, but now it was too late, her show begun, what even Lester couldn't handle. Some persons were about to interrupt her just in case if it was to continuing. Three of guards finally went there when she opened her little mouth again.
"No, not enough... I only began...."
Tthe three guard arrived and grabbed Doline wherever they could, pulling her back. Stamping and screaming, she was brought out of sight, the loud threat passed away.
Character permission Second daughter
Name: Dolina Lerr (Doline)
Race: Miraluka
Age: 15
Height: 5'1
Weight: 98
Birth place: Alpheridies
Appearance: For the first look Dolina seems a girl. She stands much shorter then average at only 5'1, but as one gets a better look of her, it is easy to find out how many unusual thing appear at that body. She makes up for it with a big personality.Her hair is straight black - like a black bird's feather - that dimmedly reflects the light , it falls bellow her shoulders, emphasizing more of her pale face. As of the last few years her hair style changed a lot, thanks to the changing circumstances, now it's much longer. On her homeland the look of sun barely reach her people, without sunshine most of their skin was pale like her's, that why the childish facial features look so Nordic. Her body is slender, though far from toned or muscular; rather, she's thin, but she's soft, her arms are thin and her fingers are long, like a slow-song piano player"s fingers. Her movements quite childish, easy as she turn around in a crowd, but still she stands serious enough to make people take her serious. Being tiny and little often makes others to treat her differently from her normal age, biologically she is much early mature. She might be considered small or little compared to the others in her age. Lips are thick, quite eye catching for everyone with it's cheerful kiss-like shape, they reveal all of her emotions. Practically the big mouth replace her eyes,because that's the only one thing on her face that show her reactions. On her face you can find the over-sized wound-like vestigial eyes, they are unusually spectacular with depth, blackness and scars look like burn injuries. She doesn't cover them with blindfold, because of her sensitive skin, that can be easily irritated, especially at her area of eyes. That's why she found a solution for this matter, an old pilot goggles. With dark enough glasses in it it's hard to found out weather she is a human or else. She likes to stand out in a crowd usually in fashionable clothing that are pretty flashy and eye catching, most of the time she wears an elegant red robe. Dolina her feminine features are both mature and refined, giving her the look of a rather attractive young lady.
"I'm an ugly girl, my face makes you hurl
Said I have it, I should bag it
Acne everywhere, unwanted facial hair
I'm a relation to Frankenstein's creation"
"Peek-a-boo! Blaa!"
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Personality: At first sight Dolina appears to be an extremely loud and odd sort of person. Dolina was a very out spoken imaginative girl who’s naturally inclined to attract attention. She was seemingly friendly and welcoming believing in inherent goodness in people, she was a great talker and has a unique style, but she’d rather talk things out then fight. Although she was mostly by herself at the last two years, therefor, she took every chance to talk to others, she was always curious and vivacious, asking any question she wished...and that meant there was never a moment silence with her. The young woman to easily attempt to making any contact with them, to the point she gets rather confident when cornered in a situation like that, to the point she would try showing herself to them or even run after them. Luckily patience and discipline has caused the girl to develop the willpower to hold back herself, even if she disliked it. Mentally Dolina is quite stubborn, being someone who always had preferred talk around. She is considered a maniac of conversation and discussion and deploy those for use in her quarrel. However, the way she express thought quite unusual, it started back then when she was in her tribe and later thanks to the stranger environment she got an complete individual talking. As she grew older and mellowed out, she still retained that harsh and feisty charm that was unseemly in a young lady her age, but she didn't really much care. The mischievous One has another side. Following her belief that was what she really care about, to find others who might follow her and to purge the face of the land from the unholy souls. Since she was gone from her home planet, she found her way by considering herself a kind of redeemer. A bond of natural is the base of her faith, that raw, harsh and pure at the same time. Never one to care for what others thought of her, she did what she wanted and what she liked, and the consequences to follow.
Occupation: Shaman novice [ex-slave]
Rank: N/A
Bio:
Unless you pass through your limits, you would never know them.
In days of old...
Birth - 8 years
The earliest memories Dolina could ever recall were about her age of three. Beran, the woman who give birth to the little one, protected Dolina from everything, those days were so fear full, for the tribe went to another field, where their beast could eat and they could hunt. The little girl played with her sisters and brothers, who also bear the name of Lerr. The older ones looked after her when their mother was busy. They only knew simple games with a ball, that was made of leather and leaves, also to play with rope was good fun what hunters gave to the children to have some fun.
Later her life become more responsible when she joined to the caretakers of the household. At first she went to firewood, then she learned the secret of pottery and as she get older she had less time to play and had to work more. As a female Dolina looked after her own three little sisters at age of eight, that was what she really liked to do, and so the little ones. She also had two brother, but those were enough old to took care of themselves. Dolina did not talk too much to them, unlike their mother did, so the children felt more free themselves, but Dolina only gave them a bit more freedom. Their had to be stopped when they went too close to the fire and such.
When a ceremony had taken place she started talk of her dreams, then the elders thoughts she was kind of strange, but when the shaman had spoken everybody learned that he was going keep his eyes on her for she was only six, too young to have such a gift. Their ceremonies had a simple purpose, asking the killed beast' spirits to forgiveness, as every living being had the right to live and exist they respected the animals. Other ceremonies served different reasons like pre-marriage, marriage or becoming a man or woman, but they had no Christmas or birthday. So her relation with the shamanism started pretty soon, but to become a disciple she got to grown a bit more. They life was different from the city people, Dolina could count with her fingers on her one hand how many times she had been in a city. There the tents were various and people were very many. Unlike those people, in the tribe people had their belief that was the most essential bond, the sign of life, of love and union. Two years passed, Dolina grown fine and taller, she was eight, close to be a woman, but the fate gave her a different path. To become part of faith she had to serve it, learn about it and understand it. Without other education that was a piece of cake, however, the hard work was one of their test and the their supervisor watched them carefully. The disciples were picked among the youngsters, unless someone was sick or sun of a great hunter or warrior anyone could became a disciple, but the shaman did not chose too many. Dolina as a girl only was chosen, because of her strangeness, that was in this case a good thing.
Many years had passed since she first looked at the sky, from the day of her birth. In fact, these people didn't care much about the time, after all, rarely anything significant happened during those years. The seasons were changing, rainy days came and the time of hunting when beasts were many and the preys were ample. Then the time of privation came, the winter. The Great Circle, that lives everywhere in the nature. For an indigenous people what mostly counted was the 'where' they could find better living conditions. So if it needed they traveled, then with time they came back to the old fields. Dolina was a Miraluka, a kind of human that hadn't been given the sense of seeing, but something else had been that others hadn't. Hearing, tasting and when a mosquito landed at her skin she hit it at once (touching). For orientation she got a different help, called the Force. It was hard to describe what the Force really was. Although, what they Miraluka saw about the world was similar to what others saw. Some of the great Jedi were capable of seeing the world this way and explained it. In this tribe, no body knew the Jedi. They didn't hear about it. Even the word of "seeing" were used as what they were doing, but they knew that others saw things differently. Some saga and legend were "live" among them, those remain from the past. By now these were only rumors to hear when a small group visited a city to trade. Then they heard things from strangers, whom somehow came to the planet.
The city life was different from their own, the crowd, the bustle and many alien creatures talked so much that it caused a headache to the tribe people. She hadn't gotten to used to talking much, because in her place there weren't to many things to talk about. Actually not all bonds tied her to the tribe. Ashanna Lerr - her aunt - previously lived in a city and twelve moons (years) ago before she left the planet. Ashana's sister, Beran, went away from home, as well. Leaving a developed area, the city behind to join to a tribe. For Beran - who was Dolina's mother -, it was a huge trip to take between the two worlds, from the city to the tribe, and she left everything behind. Compared to the other city people she married very early at age of nineteen, after all, in a tribe a thirteen years old girl was a women and ready for the motherhood. In that world where people lived with no education and the life was shorter, they started the family life much earlier than others in the cities. Dolina's mother was much older than the average tribe brides. She hadn't told too much about her past, for why she left her homeland. It wasn't polite, for in a tribe the family bond was the strongest, and to brake it was such an unholy deed, and crime. Therefore, even Dolina hadn't known everything of her family's story and her origin for a while. Sometimes small details came to the surface of her knowledge, one of them was about her aunt, Ashanna Lerr who departed to the stars, like Ashanna's aunt did once. It was a weird family tradition. In her tribe the population was about two hundred people. They were one as the Nature intended it. They follow rules of the Nature and with them they lived day after day. Without writing or electricity, but even a single fountain wasn't around. Only the river, rocks and the thing they sat their feet on; it was called the land. The knowledge of Shamanism and of cooking were they top science. Only their culture separated them from one another, all the man and woman live in Hierarchy.
Their age was an important matter, because wisdom overranked the boldness of younglings at all the time, and traditionally man were in charge. The big families lived together in a traditional way, like cousins with cousins all together. Basically that two hundred people were about twelve family. Formerly battles decided the leadership among the tribes on the country side, but recently.they found peace. In these days peace born in their hearths by match making between each tribe. When a boy didn't find a partner in his own tribe, the neighbors took care of him and gave him a wife. Naturally a boy could say "no" if he disliked the bride. In case of girls the right of decision was not given. Even if a pig-faced, foot-haired lad appeared, they couldn't resist, the girl had to live with him. Dolina was special, she was one of those who had a family name, because of her origin. Her mother came from a civilized environment where people bear family names. Everybody else only owned a first name, or they called one another by the first name added to his or her’s father's or mother's name. For example, Huvel sun. Rufel.
She was quite girl, Dolina, who was good in pottery, had a fine sense of cooking and knew something about fighting. The other girls spoke more than she, the girl did not gossip and this was respected very much by lads. When she was talking she did it only briefly, concisely and she did not waste many words. Her talent of good ideas was truly revealed when her speeches were heard as she spoke. Mostly her good perception of the human's hearth was interesting to hear and her the great knowledge of men impressed others. Those were considered to be a man who was married, so they couldn't marry her since only one wife was allowed to have. The very thing that kept the lads away from her was nothing else, but her "hearing of whispers". One of the reason for her being among the shaman novices, it was a kind of after life speech what she could hear, the ghosts addressed to them, but only a Shaman could receive these massages. All the dreams and the whispers were only the sign of her power that had to grown more, for that she had to learn more and serve more as a novice, that was what they believed.
8 - 13 years
An important religiously virtue it was in case of this female that the Shaman lady had to remain virgin, because otherwise she would lose her power of hearing the spirits. That was what wise people and their superstition said. Of course, everyone wanted to keep contact to their dead relatives, so Dolina's marriage ceremony was always placed to a later time. Sometimes a Shaman or future tellers died alone without any partner, because of this tradition. If a female shaman married her husband had the responsibility to keep the contact with the after world, bur for that the husband had to be a trained shaman. She did not intend to leave this world as a singly. It was said that Ashanna Lerr left this world alive and passed into sky and such a deed proved Dolina's ability, since quite spiritual things happened in her family. .For example, Ashanna - Dolina's aunt - was capable of telling the healing of another world. That was a very important matter in the superstitious tribe. They did not expected that the girl with the help of the Force felt things. Good omen, with time as they thought she would become a better wizard or healer than any other disciples, so when the time came she joined to the Shaman's disciples. Practicing together, making ceremonies and sacrifice were her job. However, in general, Dolina(’s) only was part of the audience who listened in ceremonies.. As for disciples they got special duty besides the regular things, but it didn't mean that they ever will be shaman, only one at time could be the leader of their religion. The others remained novices. The word of life was so great around here. The one who could take more life in hunting was greater and more popular. Always the main topic and symbol of the prosperity was the life. The rich got more prey, had more leather and his dress was ever nicer when it was made of the hide of big beast. From a distance it was not eye catching, but nearer they recognized it by touching. Among them to touch each other was a normal habit, to hug during a ritual, that was part of the every day life.
Dolina was the oldest among her siblings, there were six of them all together, all of them bear the name Lerr. Shame that she wasn't grown taller, but it proved she was more sustained than others, especially in case of house work. To raise children and cooking were part of the female duty and part of being a female. On the other hand, challenging was a duty for man and required as sport. To earn a rank and others respected, this was the way of manhood. The one who won most of the challenges in a year could challenge the chieftain. No one wished to change the boss - whom they respected so much - in every year, so they only challenged the current chief once every tenth years. Dolina, among the ladies was well-trained in the Do-jivo fighting style. Mostly it consisted of turnings and wide moves with a staff. Originally it was used for ceremonies, for dance. As a Shaman disciple she had to make containers and collecting plant for rituals, taking care some of the tribe's chore remained her duty, her job always depend on what was more important. Rather strong she became, but it wasn't polite to help to the ladies. Everybody had their own duty to do and they were responsible for that. If someone helped to the others that was a sign of courtship in case of unmarried people. From that they got a closer relationship. Working together was the beginning of a romance. Being together was the only possible way to marriage, before that all the members of the families kept their eyes on them. There was no room for coincident, they were rebuked for all of their mistakes. Even for early kisses they could get punishment. For ladies the fighting was serious among men and the lads had to pass some test to prove their worthiness and manhood. Not like in cities where it was part of the daily routine to change their partners for a better one. Working together made them get to used to one another. Without work the tribe would be dead, so laziness was an unknown phrase. Whoever for some reason was lazy then he was exiled very soon, those probably died in the prairie. With time the young couple could swear an "Early Oath".
The Early Oath allowed the couple to be together, but not at night in a tent. If they handled to be together without fighting - about for two months -, then the marriage could be taken place. The Early Oath was the test of tolerance. There wasn't such thing like divorce, a bad marriage was a big trouble, but there was no way back. Usually, to argue they had not time, after all, there was always something to be done. Dolina hadn't took part of these when she reach the age of thirteen. As a youngster she knew she was destined to serve her community through her sixth sense and perhaps one day she will be the wife of a Shaman or she would remain single. Without choice she don't even thought other option, she loved her tribe, her home so she followed its rules as a considered women now. Her mind was full of these sorts of thoughts. While one day..…
Wherever you go the wind follows you
One day...
Slowly marching toward the midst of the field, on the usual path, the same as so many times before. Norin in the front with Dolina, they hit the road to seek firewood. The two native women were almost at the same age, only Norin was a year older - fourteen - than Dolina. In this season the nights were cold, and even men joined to take care of these kinds of works when it was too much for woman. Sluggish advancing forward the distant forest, where flammable wood could be found. In their arms the usual tools, which helped them carry pieces of wood. They carried weapons to aid in their self defense. They were simple people, who wore leather cloths. Their knowledge hand't surpassed the horizon, as far as they could see they named things, beyond that the cities were with their secrets. Only the old tales gave them some ideas about "star travelling" and "sky-fighters", people who had traveled around the stars and had fought against both good and evil. There were only a few who had met aliens, but those stories were hardly believable. Here Dolina herself held a staff for self-defense, that was the tool of challenge. It was a tradition that men challenged one another for leadership, honor and respect, it was mandatory for them.. For woman it was self-defense, mostly against nature's animals. Dolina disliked these challenges, just needless pain and fighting among her own people. The violent clashes as of late weren't frequent among these peoples. Norin wasn't related to her, but they shared a close bond as friends. These simple people were on their own every day, they were dependant on each other.
The bond they shared demanded they respect each other as much as possible for their own survival. Nevertheless it was different either to be a man or a woman in the tribe. The first one overranked the second one, more or less their duties were different. Even in small communities not everyone knew each other, but usually they knew who was related to other. Time slowly passed, the hours were meaningless, only summers were counted and moons. It was a few more steps across the field before they found a fell and cankerous tree on the ground. Perhaps an animal had caused its untimely end. Dolina picked up a stick which was leaving its birthplace, with a voice of cracking, the log. It seemed fine, Dolina motioned to her partner to came close, they got what they came for. They had no need to go further the forest. In the distance a third figure appeared, Zolvor who was one of their hunters. He was heading back home with his prey. He got a bit closer to say hello to our heroine and Norin. It didn't take long till a new one to arrive, but this one was different. It descended the sky among the simple people, a huge, fire breathing metal monster. It was causing the ground to shake and alter the face of the land. Gray and black colors were its dress, fierce and vile noises erupted from the strange creation that no one had ever seen before. The thing had two huge wings, like birds have and that thing had more than four legs to stand on and from its behind flames came out, a real hellish creature, a dropship. Unimaginable for them, it was as if it was the end of world or a god had set foot on the land. The soft sand had been touch, it was as if a shouting voice calmed down, like the heart of the beast stopped. "Whoosh" was heard as a space opened on the side of metal being's body.
The door rushed out and a huge blue-white colored figure stepped through the doorway. It's eyes were in one big point, it was covering his face, a mask, and his skin resembled the shining Sun, shimmering like a ghost. In his hands a well-grown piece of black wood, a kind of magic wand. "The sky-fighter!" someone yelled. Of course, as Miralukas they saw all of these through a different angle, but the aliens - who was a rodian - frightened them. Without knowing, it was an alien sent among them to hunt, in armor and with weapons. For them this felt like the end. Norin, in her frightened state was seeking shelter behind them. In the sudden moment it disapprovingly effected the alien and suspiciously it pulled the trigger. A loud buzz passed over the earth, through sky and heavens, penetrating their ears. The foreign hellish music reached the bushes at the other side of the field. At the same time a short scream broke free from a flaming dead throat. Dead it was whose body trembling when it had fallen to the ground, like a poppet was falling onto the dry dust. Opposite steps followed one another. Dolina took one step backwards, then recoiled, the stranger was getting angry. From her partner, Zolvor a war cry broke out. One of them was murdered and that life wanted to be avenged. After all, it wasn't a warrior was hit, but a helpless women. The fear turned into anger, the misunderstanding into surprising pain. Lifting his spear he sprinted towards the armored being, whose identity was still unknown. That matter vanished meaninglessly.
Every step that Zolvor took brought him closer towards panicking and the wand of thunder breath was turning at him. The girl felt in every ounce of her being the enjoyment the alien was feeling fill his soul. Only idly watching after someone such as an hero ran to his death, whom words could not follow any longer. Everything seemed so far away, everything that bonded him to her. Those steps flew him away like waves. One was lost in doubts, other was in licentiousness. A new buzz broke out, passing through the field, a new horror and death. In front of her two partners fallen as she whispered their names, the grass danced for them during the Grass' dance the wind murmured a song across the whole field. Dolina was stammering toward the ground, cursing him while mourning. The whole thing was a meaningless gathering of evil. In an seemingly bottomless abyss of sadness, where was no way back. When she raised her head to peer at the stranger the gun was pointed at her throat...
Every journey stars with the first step
Not much later...
...she glanced at the face of death. Dolina expected that if she had to die she would do it with dignity, for she wasn't different from the other two, though she found no solution to handle the situation, so she was just turning toward the unknown person. The stress was so tense, solid almost touchable in the air. A step, then another, and many more followed. A foot of the alien sat on their land after leaving the ramp, then they just stood there, the two stranger was looking at each other. When deeds could not help, Dolina, the eccentric one, - as everyone knew her - addressed words to the murderer. What could possibly a mortal say to an almighty? Her desperate words for mercy made him realized that what sorts of people they were, they were the people he seek. Hard moment it was. Those few moments apparently were an endless waiting.
Finally the riffle went lower and with that another structure appeared in his hand. She was sullenly gazing at it, but suddenly the girl fell on the ground. Something came so fast towards her, that it covered her prone then it reduced to keep her on the ground, where she couldn’t move. Dolina figured that a net tied her there that gotten her with the speed of an arrow. Its touch was strong and stiff. Then two boots appeared next to her, for a moment she was frozen, but Dolina wasn't on the menu for carrion-feeding birds. In the next moment she found herself inside of something, Dolina was closed in. As she woke up she found herself in darkness, in every direction she found walls. Something made her unconscious, but she knew nothing of those weapons, she felt pain, perhaps it was some kind of electro-shock. Some places had furniture, a mattress was bellow of her and a closed door hide the path to the outside world. Her head was in pain and her limps would spasm when she attempted to get up.
All of the movements were hard, as she was straightening her breaths began to be difficult. In the redesigned room where she was kept in a prison. Far away from the land, the girl felt herself as a bird would in a cage. She was unable to decide which direction was up and down, it was a strange feeling. In the tummy of a space vessel which just left the planet this feeling wasn't surprising. No field, no tribe will be part of her life anymore. She was beginning a new life style which she couldn’t imagine. For minutes she was staring the walls, for she had never been closed in a small place. It took a big effort to slowly and extra carefully stand up. Finally. What's next? Good question, after all she only had been a few times in a city, even then she couldn't get familiar with the function of a door. Theoretically it used to have a "handle", This one didn't have any. Scratching her little head and peeking at the nothing, while helplessly Dolina begun to push it, so she could repel the harum-scarum structure. However, the stubborn thing adhered itself. Who knew how long she tried but while it opened, it had been caused by an external influence.
The floor was uneven and its end had steps of a construction. A stairs? Though it had an unusual curve, and the form formed was terrible, made by strange hands. Then an elegantly dressed man paced in front of her from the last cabin. It was master Sirus, the rodian who captured her. Perhaps it was a light dress, some kind of symbol on it. At first he introduced himself, then Sirus explained her that he was a slave-trader and she was about to be sold to some costumer, who only intended to buy one Miraluka. So for old butcher it was easier to kill the others since he didn't know too many people who bought Miraluka and he only would have trouble to have slave that needed to no one. He told her he was going to show her a few things.
Fine asking is the same like knowing a lot
Two years in the new world...
13 - 15 years
Having no choice she followed him. Hoping that the curious feeling from the man won't turn against her, they went into the next room. From that moment her life changed forever. Chosen one she become, like so few, she as her aunt had been travelling to a whole new world. The Slave Trader, Master Sirus expected he found a value-priced, which was on the way to get into the best hands, He did not hurt her, explained many things of space travelling, about aliens and also gave answers for her old legends. Suddenly getting that huge amount of knowledge she couldn't understand. So lost Dolina felt herself .Only one thing gave her shelter, the old beliefs. With those she attempted to explain the strange phenomenon and happenings. During learning new things she tried to put them into her past, so that way she could saved the harmonic with her memories. Solution was using her belief to find bond her past and presence to turned her attention from loneliness and doubts. Shortly she met the client, who was happy for the representative of the famous species, Dolina. This client was Master Sirus' costumer, a gran, named Hortelef. Nevertheless, Dolina made him disappointed, learned a lot from the slave trader about how others see things, but she experienced the world differently, so she learned what others don't see. She did not wish to give the kidnappers what they wanted. The faith of her could turned out differently if she told them the true, but she told them that she was blind. That she sow things, but noticed less about the world than they do, and even being a Shaman disciple not made her able to do anything extraordinary.
Therefore the big promises didn't came to real, the trader almost had been killed that day. Hortelef in his anger left the place and after that memorable moment Master Sirus decided to keep the girl, but this time he did not realized why. The reason of keeping the girl in the house hold was that he liked something in her. Dolina, however, did not get far from her destiny and she become a slave. For two whole years she washed the floor and cooked for several sorts of fellows who appeared around there. Soon figured that the outside world was much wretched and sinner than her homeland. By being humiliated she got bigger and bigger homesick. Her only hope remained that it was a higher porpoise that she got there. The time had to came when she will see which direction she really headed. All of these were only a test, she had to persevere. All the whispers said "Hold on". The time could not bother her, it never did in her life. Practically she didn't know much about time, she recognized the word, but personally she haven't used it too much. For example, it was told that this or that had to be done before the other things. The day came when they got out of the Master Sirus's place and got in a ship to travel among the stars. Without knowing which planet she was, she tried to memorize the different sorts of names, like comlink, Hoover or robot. It was explained what was good for what, but she never understood how they worked. Everything was imagined by her with more or less success. The new expedition lead her to a dusty place where perhaps he tried to sale her. They were alone. Knowing he can trust in the young Dolina, who was hard-worker and ready to obey his will. Without a clue what was coming. Was he was about to sale her, kill her or give her a new job? Everything was possible, after all she knew what was being a slave. So much for being a Shaman.
With patience she was waiting in her cabin, hearing as the ship landed. Dolina already got to used to the shouting, that she had to do her duty and although she was tired of the "hold on" thing, but so far she hadn't expected that the time presented itself. Paces were heard, then the door risen. Her master took a glance inside, and he used a soft tone. It was weird to hear this from who always had been hard on her, since when he couldn't sale her in the first place. Stiffly gazed at her almost like he could eat the tiny girl with his look who was just wandering. Slowly Master Sirus was stepping toward her, sat next to and was watching her more and more. Her covered eye area made her mysterious. On trembling voice she enquired him about what was going to happen. She was aware of his changing emotions. It was in the air, in the silence, in every movement and Dolina felt less secured herself. Turning her face toward him she could see through the blindfold his approaching face. On the other side she noticed an object Only a half second later, when the fellow got closer he scared her, then it was like she heard a voice. The origin of voice was a feeling, later it turned into a meaning and that was how she always thought she heard the whispers of the spirits. The stretching hand reached her shoulder, at this point she picked up the heavy object and tossed it at his face. He was hit exactly there where she was told to look at when she was talking. Exactly where she had to cover herself, for the squeamish alien disliked the way she looked.
Of course, at home she hadn't had any trouble like this, there they didn't need to cover their faces. Sometimes foreign words and also those languages what she could not understand made her freaked out. Same thing with the way things worked, what she saw in holo-movies. It was enough of this madness. And now all these anger woke up in her, and this feeling stiked at his eyes., finishing his vision. Master Sirus screamed. She remarked that, once he could see with her eyes. A slight smile appeared on her face, for she knew that there was no way back, it was time. Time to took another step and to left every trouble behind. Guessing nothing what was waiting out there, but she had to go. Sating a foot beyond the doorstep she was pushing a bottom and the cabin door closed, the cabin which origin function was to keep boxes in one place. That was modified to a room - more precisely - into a cell, what only be opened from outside. Her master trusted her, once he even told her where he kept his money. It didn't take long till her little hand collected his savings. Everybody would do the same thing whom she met in the last two years. At least she learned something useful from them. Criminals, miserable wretched folks, she hated them so much. She didn't realized that during this years how much she changed. Knowing nothing about piloting she headed to the exit. Pushing the switch of the door the way of the freedom opened. Her former master couldn't came after her, losing her eye sight and being lucked up in a chamber his fate had been sealed. As for Dolina she found herself in an unknown environment, weird area with only a few trees, she did not know where she was heading, first she wanted to get as far as humanly possible, then she hoped that she will get back to her tribe, though she had know idea she was on a different planet it was the Ithorian. As she looked art the distance she felt a long journey lay before her...
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 2
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 4
Leadership: 5
Unarmed: 2
Melee Weapons: 3
Ranged Weapons: 0
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 0
Telepathic: 0
Body: 0
Sense: 3
Protection: 0
Healing: 0
Destruction: 0
Alignment: 0
Equipment:
- An old pilot's goggles
- Her cloths
Skills:
- Shamanism
- Herbs and plants
- Pottery
- Cooking
- A bit of hunting
RP Sample:
Old faces turned to each other as small one entered into the Court room with confidence. It was a girl, name is Dolina, also came from a far far away place in the galaxy to answer for some nefarious deeds which were the result of insidious machination. A guard stepped into the Court room where its members glanced at him with a weird look. He seemed nervious, like someone in pain or having a headache.
"Honorable judges, it's Dolina from planet Alpheridies." with quick steps he left the room.
Everyone looked at the little one, who in red robe stood there in the midst, she was keeping her head low, slowly turning around till her attention reached the main judge, Lester. The rigid pale face showed a smile and she raised her face, so her delightful atrophied eyes were seen, making a memorable impression. A miraluka without bandage of any kind, that was kind. The over-sized scars made her small face even more pretty.
"Peek-a-boo... hi there"
"Welcome. Come to seek some anyswers, did you?" enquired Lester, the wise one after a short quietness.
"Nope, I came because of a higher porpuse you can't even imagine, kind Sir."
Sudden surprise appeared on every face as whispers begun talking about her, curiosity and incomprehension what she noticed all around herself. Seemingly all of them liked to hear her reason for being here, Lester placed his hand bellow his chin.
"What would that be?" asked he with serious interest.
"In my presence all the evil will be vanquished, because a great spirit like myself clean the sefilthy souls . The reason of my advent is not less than to purge all the unholy being and wash them away upon the face of the earth. So beware of my name, that is fear and threat for all of you who do not wish to follow me, in whose hearth a desire is not born to hear my words. Or otherwise, the holy flames are going to bit your flesh from your bones and..."
"Enough of this. Such a insolence manner is.."
Obviously her audution came to its end, but now it was too late, her show begun, what even Lester couldn't handle. Some persons were about to interrupt her just in case if it was to continuing. Three of guards finally went there when she opened her little mouth again.
"No, not enough... I only began...."
Tthe three guard arrived and grabbed Doline wherever they could, pulling her back. Stamping and screaming, she was brought out of sight, the loud threat passed away.
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I just want to make sure any bio changes reflect what you already had elsewhere.