Kokash

[kokash]

Character Name: Deenar Ica
Character Source: swrponline2.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=jedaccept&action=display&thread=16527
Character Faction/Alignment: Jedi, Youngling
Type of Roleplay: It doesn't really matter, but I would prefer if it would be without fighting.
Roleplay Requirements: It's up to the RP mentor.
Reason for Request: As a RP beginner, I have no idea how to RP, so I'd like to get better at writing, an also, since English isn't my native language, I would like to get better at grammar
Notes:
Roleplay:

Deenar silently walked through halls of the Jedi Temple. Not having a clear goal where to go, he was thinking about what he had learned in the history class with Master Kall´Ousek about the Sith Empire. Although Deenar could agree with the red Twi´lek about the Empire having a better spaceships, the young Mon Calamari didn’t share the Master’s attitude about the invasion on Dac. While the Twi´lek was looking forward to see what will the Empire do with such an advanced civilization, the Mon Calamari wanted to kick the invaders out of his homeworld.

After a few minutes of aimless walking, he found himself in one of the Temple’s many gardens. Having some free time before his sparring class with Master Kvajasar would begin, he decided to meditate in this quit place to clear his mind. He looked around the garden with his big blue eyes to see if anyone was there too, but he saw nobody. The boy slowly walked on a paved path, as if not wanting to break the serenity of this place by stepping on the lush grass and numerous flowers. After a few meters, the path ended by a small fountain.

Deenar moved to a nearby blossoming three and sat to to the grass under it in a cross legged position. He then raised his hand towards the fountain and used the Force to levitate a small orb of water and poured it on his head. Being a Mon Calamari, it made him feel relaxed and it was quite refreshing. He enjoyed the feeling of water running down from his head on his clothes, making them wet.

Finally, he closed his fishy eyes and started meditating. First, he let his worries disappear, so he could concentrate on his surroundings. He felt many tiny bugs through the Force, moving around the garden. He felt the tree behind him, he felt the flowers, grass, water in the fountain. He felt peace. Before he could look into his own mind, he felt some much bigger Force presence. Maybe it is someone else seeking a quiet, peaceful place? The youngling opened his left eye to see who it was.

[Nala]

{{Figured since you already have something started out here and you asked for my help I might as well just take your request for an RP mentor. I know I'm new to this site, so if this isn't okay with any of you mods out there just let me know...? :-)

Alright so, I read most of your posts in those other threads you sent me links too and you're actually not a bad roleplayer at all. I wouldn't have guessed that English isn't your native language, you write better than a lot of people out there on the internet. Your post length is good, you seem to know how to describe things enough to make each response a decent size instead of only writing a few sentences. Sometimes when Deenar talks the grammar isn't all there, but I feel like that's just his Mon Calamari way of speaking in basic so that's not really an issue as far as I'm concerned. Overall you probably just need to practice and through writing more you'll just naturally get better at it.

I haven't looked through other threads in this section so I'm not 100% sure how this is supposed to work, but I figure we'll just roleplay and I can give you pointers after each one of your replies okay?}}

"I don't see what the big deal is," Nala Reshnik said with a flick of her wrist as she turned and started walking down one of the many eloquent hallways crisscrossing their way through the Jedi Temple. "If he doesn't want to teach you then he doesn't. There are plenty of other Jedi in this temple who are fully capable of training you, Ryshaa."

"How can you say that, Nala?"

Ryshaa was a dark orange skinned twi'lek, a year younger than Nala. Together they paced down one of the many spacious halls of the Jedi Temple. Simple yet elegant decorations adorned the walls and floors of the building they all called their home. The duo was dressed in their usual robes of choice, heading to the south side of the temple.

"You worry too much, Ryshaa. You have two whole years still to find a mentor." Nala shifted the heavy holobook she was carrying to her left hand and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear with her right.

"Yeah and you've barely got one," Ryshaa sighed. "What are we going to do if no one chooses us? I don't want to just be sent to the corps. What's the point of all this training if we don't get to become real Jedi?"

"We'll get chosen, Rysh," Nala said with a slight hint of irritation in her voice. "We just have to try a little harder is all."

"Yeah, sure..." Nala's twi'lek friend stopped at the end of the hallway. "I'm going to go meet Conell and Tryynk in the Room of Ten Thousand Fountains. You coming?"

"No," Nala replied already distracted by her plans for the next few hours. "I'll see you later though okay?"

"Alright, bye." Ryshaa still had an air of worry in her voice and her posture didn't show any confidence in her situation. Nala wouldn't allow the same worry to cloud her mind. Her twelfth birthday was in a few short weeks and she was determined to have a master within the year. She refused to be saved by the Order only to be cast out yet again. Her mind was always busy, hard at work bettering herself in every way she could imagine. She had plans, too. Plans for what she might do if she did make it to her 13th birthday without being taken as a padawan.

For now she needed to work on her meditation. She had always had trouble with that particular aspect of Jedi life and knew it was something that all Jedi did, sometimes for very long periods of time and often on a daily basis. She struggled with the concept of sitting there and clearing her mind of all thoughts. There was a particular garden she knew of, toward the east side of the Temple that wasn't frequented by others as often as many of the other gardens scattered throughout the lavish building. Unfortunately her garden was not devoid of company today. There was a lone Mon Calamarian youngling sitting near the fountain. She had seen him around once or twice, but the two had never spoken. His robes were wet and he seemed to be meditating, as she was intending.

When she approached she noticed him open an eye to see who she was. "Well that's weird," she said with a matter-of-fact tone as she plopped down in a casual cross legged position directly across from him.

[kokash]

{{Excellent!}}

Deenar watched as the human or near-human female, dressed in a beige colored tunic and grey robe, approached. Judging by her small height, she was probably a youngling just like him, maybe a little bit younger. He had a feeling he had already seen her somewhere, but most humans looked all the same to him, so it might have been just his imagination.

He didn’t understand her comment about something weird. Maybe she was referring to the great peace and calmness that could be felt in the garden. When she sat down opposite of him, he finally had a chance to take a closer look at her. She had a smooth cream colored skin and dark hair, but what really made him open his right eye were her eyes. Mon Calamarians often judged people’s qualities by their eyes, and Deenar was no exception. He stared into her brown eyes and wondered what did the color remind him of.

Chocolate. Deenar liked chocolate. Surely the youngling in front of him him was a good person if she has such a beautiful eyes! The boy did his best to twist his mouth into something that looked like a human smile, widely opened both of his large eyes and immediately very slightly narrowed them, a Mon Calamarian equivalen to human smile or a sign of happiness.

„Greetings, fellow youngling! Are you here to meditate?“ he asked the female. His voice was smooth, he was still very young to have a raspy voice like older Mon Cals. He paused for a little bit before asking her another question. „What did you mean by saying that something is weird?“ He considered levitating some water from the fountain and pouring it on her to make her feel relaxed, but then he decided not to. Humans weren’t so fond of water like Mon Calamarians.

[kokash]

{Since Nala didn't reply to this thread for some time, maybe someone else could help me?}