Post by Nala on Jul 25, 2012 3:04:39 GMT -5
Name: Nala Marie Reshnik
Race: Human
Age: 11
Height: 4'6''
Weight: 79 lbs
Appearance: Nala has deep chocolate brown eyes and smooth cream colored skin. Her dark hair is stick straight and hangs down to her waist when she lets it out. Most of the time she has it worked into a single thick braid, save a few loose strands here and there. Even for her age Nala is short, standing a few inches closer to the ground than many of her friends.
She is small and thin but prefers to look at these attributes as advantages. Her hands are tiny and can fit into many nooks that most of her classmates couldn't reach. Plus she looks weak and nonthreatening. Unfortunately at this stage in her life those observations would be fairly true, Nala intends to change this as her training as a Jedi progresses. Her every day clothing consists of a gray robe, belt and boots, cream-tan colored tabards and over tunic, and white pants and under tunic.
Personality: Though young, Nala is insightful and knowledgeable when it comes to people. She can often times accurately guess another's thoughts or emotions from very little to go on. On top of this, she prefers to share those observations rather than keeping them to herself. She deeply respects honesty and has adopted it as her number one policy above all else. She states the truth as she sees it, whether it's called for or not. It may be an inappropriate time to say something but she'll say it anyway. Better to get it out of the way so it can be dealt with sooner rather than later.
Aside from that little quirk, Nala is a pretty normal little girl in terms of her personality. She has a generally happy disposition and positive outlook on life. She shows her sarcastic sense of humor often, frequently poking fun at the people around her or giving silly nicknames instead of using someone's real name. She's good at making friends, finding it easy to talk to strangers and connect with them on one level or another. It's very easy to feel comfortable around her, whether you're an adult teacher, a new youngling to the temple, or a foreign visitor.
However, as good as she is with people Nala doesn't trust anyone easily. By now it has been a good many years since she has seen or interacted with her family, but she still remembers how she was treated. She refuses to be preyed on in such a fashion ever again. She has promised herself that she will train diligently until she has become a strong Jedi Knight or Master. She will not allow herself to be made into an instrument of pain and humiliation again.
Nala still retains a lot of resentment for her family and what her father put her through as a young child. She has little tolerance for bullies and sometimes shows signs of a temper when the right buttons are pushed. This doesn't happen often and has never gotten out of control, but one of her teachers has expressed to her that she must control those tendencies.
Birth place: Coruscant
Faction: Jedi
Rank: Youngling
Lightsaber: Training lightsaber
Color: Blue
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho---2
Makashi
Soresu
Ataru
Shien / Djem So
>>Sub-form Backhanded
Niman
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield
Juyo
Double Bladed Combat
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 2
Telepathic: 1
Body: 3
Sense: 0
Protection: 1
Healing: 3
Destruction: 0
Specialized Skills: n/a
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 3
Intelligence: 4
Speed: 5
Leadership: 3
Unarmed: 3
Melee Weapons: 0
Ranged Weapons: 0
Bio:
Nala was born into a somewhat wealthy family on Coruscant. Her father was a senator and her mother a teacher. Her older brother was in the army and never came home from his travels, so they have never met. She couldn't know that he thinks of her and wishes that she wasn't subject to the harshness their father puts on the entire family.
Nala's life before being taken in by the Jedi was not a good one. Her father relentlessly abused her physically and emotionally. He would yell and punish her for the smallest of mistakes. He treated her mother no better. In the public's eyes the Reshnik family was picture perfect and as happy as could be. Just the way the senator wanted it. Behind closed doors he was an evil tyrant who demanded nothing but 120% of everything his little girl and frail wife could give. She learned early on how to hold in her tears of sadness and frustration until she could finally let them out quietly late at night. Crying in front of anyone only resulted in more violence and angry words.
There were few to help her. Few with any kind words or gestures to inspire hope. There was only one maid who worked in the house who would sometimes bring her small bits of food if she had been forbidden to eat that night, or clean her wounds if her father had broken skin. She never spoke; Nala never even learned her name, but would always remember and be grateful for her silent compassion. The only other person who ever gave her any help was Raabaran. Her father's body guard, a wookiee she fondly called Raab when she thought of him. Nobody ever knew it but Raab was her best friend in the whole world. They never spoke or spent time alone, but he was the only person who ever stood up for her and she cherished that more than anything else in the world. If he was ever present when Nala's father tried to hit her, Raabaran would stop him. He would grab the frail human hand and speak in his native language. Mr. Reshnik would reply in an angry and threatening tone. They would go back and forth for a minute until the wookiee finally let go and her father glared at her once before exiting the room. The first time one such confrontation occurred, Nala was sure her father would fire the hairy creature on the spot. But he never did. The truth was that Mr. Reshnik was too proud to admit his fear of the wookiee. He had hired Raabaran specifically because of his reputation for fierceness even among others of his species.
Nala had grown accustomed to the cold, dirty looks she would get every time her and her father's eyes met. What she never understood were the looks her mother gave her. Mrs. Reshnik did a very good job of averting her daughter's eyes 98% of the time. But every once in a while she would see her little girl and was unable to control the love and grief that washed over her. At that point she usually excused herself to the restroom for a few minutes.
What Nala doesn't know, what she never knew, is that her father the senator isn't really her father. The reason she was outcast as part of his family, the reason he felt so much hate for her, and the reason her mother could never bear to look at her is because Nala is the child born of an affair. Mr. Reshnik was not a loving man, so his wife went elsewhere for true love and affection. Her husband didn't find out about the affair until after Nala had already been born. At that point he had a paternity test done on his supposed daughter and found that she was not truly his. Nala's real father is a man named Talzuk Vitaan, the man her mother is in love with.
One night, not long before she was found by the Jedi Order, Raab came into her room and sat with her while she cried. That day had been a bad one. It happened to be that her father had several very important guests coming over for dinner. She was to be on her best behavior, daddy's perfect little girl. She spent a good majority of the afternoon getting dressed up like a porcelain doll. She was wearing a cute, fancy little pink dress with entirely too many ruffles and bows for Nala's comfort. She was forced to wear socks and glittery pink slippers even though she was indoors the whole time. Her usually plain hair was sprayed with what seemed like hundreds of different products, curled and put into a dainty updo with colorful flower clips placed fashionably amidst the waves of dark, thick locks of hair. All in all she was very uncomfortable and extremely nervous about the night's dinner. It wasn't very often she was made to look so pretty and the effort would not be wasted on just anyone. She knew she would be in big trouble if she did anything short of what she was told.
There were four unfamiliar old men at the table when she arrived. Her hands were shaking with fear as she climbed into her chair and sat with her head down. She figured it would do the least amount of damage to just try and stay quiet and out of the way. Unfortunately that strategy didn't quite work out for her. She was so terrified that she forgot to put on her happy little girl facade. In the middle of the meal she was asked a question by one of the guests. She hadn't heard him, as she was focused on eating as quickly as possible in the hopes of being excused early. When Mr. Reshnik spoke, she looked up with her mouth full and saw that everyone was looking at her. She froze with panic fluttering through her system but found she couldn't move. It took a minute, but eventually the man who had originally spoke looked away from her with a disgusted look and began speaking once again to the other men at the table. Nala was shaking so fiercely she decided to jump down from the table and run to the bathroom for the duration of the dinner. She stayed in there for an hour before the guests finally left.
It didn't take long after their voices faded that her father flew into the bathroom and picked her up by the back of her dress. He carried her like that all the way through the house, down the stairs into the basement until he reached her bedroom. At this point she was doing her best to quell the tears and sobs threatening to overcome her. He tossed her like a rag doll across the length of the tiny room. She hit the far wall with a thud and slipped to the floor without a sound. He started yelling, as she had expected, and kicking her. Also as she had expected. She wasn't listening. Only trying to ignore the pain. When he was satisfied with the severity of her punishment he finally stormed out of the room, leaving her at last in silence.
She took solace in the fact that she hadn't let him see her cry. She held the tears at bay, focusing on trying to forget the pain so she could sleep. She was not as successful in achieving that goal. It wasn't until her wookiee friend came into her room and tried to comfort her that she finally allowed the salty tears to streak down her pretty, painted cheeks.
Nala won't ever forget that night. She will never forget Raabaran and how he helped her. She feels a fierce loyalty to him and because of him the entire wookiee race. At a later point in her life she would like to learn the wookiee language and travel to Kashyyyk. She was five when this happened. Two weeks after this incident she was found to be force sensitive via a routine checkup and taken in to be trained as a Jedi. Her father was more than happy to allow his daughter to be removed from his family permanently and for a good cause.
As she started to be introduced to the many different aspects of being a Jedi, Nala soon found which areas most interested her. Once she left her dreadful home she made the decision to train as hard as she could to become the strongest warrior she could be. This said, the highlight of her week is always the saber training classes. She has discovered that she would much rather take on a challenge rather than try to talk a conflict out through diplomacy and as such has already decided that her desired path is to be a Jedi Guardian. The best. One day she hopes to attain rank as the Jedi Battlemaster. If that day ever comes, she knows she is far from it. In addition to her blade work, Nala works hard at learning about the Force and understanding it so that she can use it to better her physical weaknesses. She prefers to focus on healing and body powers, viewing these as the most important to help her in future battles.
She excels in all of her classes, though not all of them interest her. History lessons and math studies are not important to her. As far as she's concerned she would rather sit in the training room all day every day. She wants to be stronger, faster, and more skilled. It doesn't help that she still has not been chosen as a padawan. She knows that as soon as she has a Master she will start to learn much more than she ever has in these youngling classes. Though she is impatient, she tries her best to quell those feelings and attract someone's attention in any way she can. This is the reason she continues to do well in all of her classes. She figures a youngling who can't even learn simple lessons would not be the first choice of a Jedi looking for a padawan.
There are many of her fellow younglings with whom she spends time and supposes would be considered her friends. She is not really close to any of them, however. She's never spoken to anyone of her life before the Order. Never confided in anyone of the awful life she led before being taken to live in this wonderful place. She only trusts her 'friends' as far as she can reach, seeing as how none of them have ever given her reason to really trust them. In their defense, there hasn't been much chance for such a thing but she wouldn't depend on them if her life was in danger. She would consider herself as her only option for survival. No... The only person she has ever truly trusted with her life was Raabaran. He is the only thing she misses from her life before. She thinks of him often and fantasizes sometimes that one day she might go back to the house she lived in for so long and see him again. That they would team up and beat and humiliate her father as he had done so many times to her.
She knows these thoughts should not be in her mind, but she can't help them from surfacing every once in a while. She is reminded of her friend every time she spots a wookiee. The fantasies only come during the night, when she allows herself to go to that dark place inside her mind for a few short minutes. After these episodes, she is always able to sleep less fitfully than she normally does.
RP Sample: (It says not to worry about it, so I won't. :])
Race: Human
Age: 11
Height: 4'6''
Weight: 79 lbs
Appearance: Nala has deep chocolate brown eyes and smooth cream colored skin. Her dark hair is stick straight and hangs down to her waist when she lets it out. Most of the time she has it worked into a single thick braid, save a few loose strands here and there. Even for her age Nala is short, standing a few inches closer to the ground than many of her friends.
She is small and thin but prefers to look at these attributes as advantages. Her hands are tiny and can fit into many nooks that most of her classmates couldn't reach. Plus she looks weak and nonthreatening. Unfortunately at this stage in her life those observations would be fairly true, Nala intends to change this as her training as a Jedi progresses. Her every day clothing consists of a gray robe, belt and boots, cream-tan colored tabards and over tunic, and white pants and under tunic.
Personality: Though young, Nala is insightful and knowledgeable when it comes to people. She can often times accurately guess another's thoughts or emotions from very little to go on. On top of this, she prefers to share those observations rather than keeping them to herself. She deeply respects honesty and has adopted it as her number one policy above all else. She states the truth as she sees it, whether it's called for or not. It may be an inappropriate time to say something but she'll say it anyway. Better to get it out of the way so it can be dealt with sooner rather than later.
Aside from that little quirk, Nala is a pretty normal little girl in terms of her personality. She has a generally happy disposition and positive outlook on life. She shows her sarcastic sense of humor often, frequently poking fun at the people around her or giving silly nicknames instead of using someone's real name. She's good at making friends, finding it easy to talk to strangers and connect with them on one level or another. It's very easy to feel comfortable around her, whether you're an adult teacher, a new youngling to the temple, or a foreign visitor.
However, as good as she is with people Nala doesn't trust anyone easily. By now it has been a good many years since she has seen or interacted with her family, but she still remembers how she was treated. She refuses to be preyed on in such a fashion ever again. She has promised herself that she will train diligently until she has become a strong Jedi Knight or Master. She will not allow herself to be made into an instrument of pain and humiliation again.
Nala still retains a lot of resentment for her family and what her father put her through as a young child. She has little tolerance for bullies and sometimes shows signs of a temper when the right buttons are pushed. This doesn't happen often and has never gotten out of control, but one of her teachers has expressed to her that she must control those tendencies.
Birth place: Coruscant
Faction: Jedi
Rank: Youngling
Lightsaber: Training lightsaber
Color: Blue
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho---2
Makashi
Soresu
Ataru
Shien / Djem So
>>Sub-form Backhanded
Niman
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield
Juyo
Double Bladed Combat
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 2
Telepathic: 1
Body: 3
Sense: 0
Protection: 1
Healing: 3
Destruction: 0
Specialized Skills: n/a
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 3
Intelligence: 4
Speed: 5
Leadership: 3
Unarmed: 3
Melee Weapons: 0
Ranged Weapons: 0
Bio:
Early Childhood {Newborn-5}
[/center]Nala was born into a somewhat wealthy family on Coruscant. Her father was a senator and her mother a teacher. Her older brother was in the army and never came home from his travels, so they have never met. She couldn't know that he thinks of her and wishes that she wasn't subject to the harshness their father puts on the entire family.
Nala's life before being taken in by the Jedi was not a good one. Her father relentlessly abused her physically and emotionally. He would yell and punish her for the smallest of mistakes. He treated her mother no better. In the public's eyes the Reshnik family was picture perfect and as happy as could be. Just the way the senator wanted it. Behind closed doors he was an evil tyrant who demanded nothing but 120% of everything his little girl and frail wife could give. She learned early on how to hold in her tears of sadness and frustration until she could finally let them out quietly late at night. Crying in front of anyone only resulted in more violence and angry words.
There were few to help her. Few with any kind words or gestures to inspire hope. There was only one maid who worked in the house who would sometimes bring her small bits of food if she had been forbidden to eat that night, or clean her wounds if her father had broken skin. She never spoke; Nala never even learned her name, but would always remember and be grateful for her silent compassion. The only other person who ever gave her any help was Raabaran. Her father's body guard, a wookiee she fondly called Raab when she thought of him. Nobody ever knew it but Raab was her best friend in the whole world. They never spoke or spent time alone, but he was the only person who ever stood up for her and she cherished that more than anything else in the world. If he was ever present when Nala's father tried to hit her, Raabaran would stop him. He would grab the frail human hand and speak in his native language. Mr. Reshnik would reply in an angry and threatening tone. They would go back and forth for a minute until the wookiee finally let go and her father glared at her once before exiting the room. The first time one such confrontation occurred, Nala was sure her father would fire the hairy creature on the spot. But he never did. The truth was that Mr. Reshnik was too proud to admit his fear of the wookiee. He had hired Raabaran specifically because of his reputation for fierceness even among others of his species.
Nala had grown accustomed to the cold, dirty looks she would get every time her and her father's eyes met. What she never understood were the looks her mother gave her. Mrs. Reshnik did a very good job of averting her daughter's eyes 98% of the time. But every once in a while she would see her little girl and was unable to control the love and grief that washed over her. At that point she usually excused herself to the restroom for a few minutes.
What Nala doesn't know, what she never knew, is that her father the senator isn't really her father. The reason she was outcast as part of his family, the reason he felt so much hate for her, and the reason her mother could never bear to look at her is because Nala is the child born of an affair. Mr. Reshnik was not a loving man, so his wife went elsewhere for true love and affection. Her husband didn't find out about the affair until after Nala had already been born. At that point he had a paternity test done on his supposed daughter and found that she was not truly his. Nala's real father is a man named Talzuk Vitaan, the man her mother is in love with.
One night, not long before she was found by the Jedi Order, Raab came into her room and sat with her while she cried. That day had been a bad one. It happened to be that her father had several very important guests coming over for dinner. She was to be on her best behavior, daddy's perfect little girl. She spent a good majority of the afternoon getting dressed up like a porcelain doll. She was wearing a cute, fancy little pink dress with entirely too many ruffles and bows for Nala's comfort. She was forced to wear socks and glittery pink slippers even though she was indoors the whole time. Her usually plain hair was sprayed with what seemed like hundreds of different products, curled and put into a dainty updo with colorful flower clips placed fashionably amidst the waves of dark, thick locks of hair. All in all she was very uncomfortable and extremely nervous about the night's dinner. It wasn't very often she was made to look so pretty and the effort would not be wasted on just anyone. She knew she would be in big trouble if she did anything short of what she was told.
There were four unfamiliar old men at the table when she arrived. Her hands were shaking with fear as she climbed into her chair and sat with her head down. She figured it would do the least amount of damage to just try and stay quiet and out of the way. Unfortunately that strategy didn't quite work out for her. She was so terrified that she forgot to put on her happy little girl facade. In the middle of the meal she was asked a question by one of the guests. She hadn't heard him, as she was focused on eating as quickly as possible in the hopes of being excused early. When Mr. Reshnik spoke, she looked up with her mouth full and saw that everyone was looking at her. She froze with panic fluttering through her system but found she couldn't move. It took a minute, but eventually the man who had originally spoke looked away from her with a disgusted look and began speaking once again to the other men at the table. Nala was shaking so fiercely she decided to jump down from the table and run to the bathroom for the duration of the dinner. She stayed in there for an hour before the guests finally left.
It didn't take long after their voices faded that her father flew into the bathroom and picked her up by the back of her dress. He carried her like that all the way through the house, down the stairs into the basement until he reached her bedroom. At this point she was doing her best to quell the tears and sobs threatening to overcome her. He tossed her like a rag doll across the length of the tiny room. She hit the far wall with a thud and slipped to the floor without a sound. He started yelling, as she had expected, and kicking her. Also as she had expected. She wasn't listening. Only trying to ignore the pain. When he was satisfied with the severity of her punishment he finally stormed out of the room, leaving her at last in silence.
She took solace in the fact that she hadn't let him see her cry. She held the tears at bay, focusing on trying to forget the pain so she could sleep. She was not as successful in achieving that goal. It wasn't until her wookiee friend came into her room and tried to comfort her that she finally allowed the salty tears to streak down her pretty, painted cheeks.
Nala won't ever forget that night. She will never forget Raabaran and how he helped her. She feels a fierce loyalty to him and because of him the entire wookiee race. At a later point in her life she would like to learn the wookiee language and travel to Kashyyyk. She was five when this happened. Two weeks after this incident she was found to be force sensitive via a routine checkup and taken in to be trained as a Jedi. Her father was more than happy to allow his daughter to be removed from his family permanently and for a good cause.
Youngling Years {5-11}
As she started to be introduced to the many different aspects of being a Jedi, Nala soon found which areas most interested her. Once she left her dreadful home she made the decision to train as hard as she could to become the strongest warrior she could be. This said, the highlight of her week is always the saber training classes. She has discovered that she would much rather take on a challenge rather than try to talk a conflict out through diplomacy and as such has already decided that her desired path is to be a Jedi Guardian. The best. One day she hopes to attain rank as the Jedi Battlemaster. If that day ever comes, she knows she is far from it. In addition to her blade work, Nala works hard at learning about the Force and understanding it so that she can use it to better her physical weaknesses. She prefers to focus on healing and body powers, viewing these as the most important to help her in future battles.
She excels in all of her classes, though not all of them interest her. History lessons and math studies are not important to her. As far as she's concerned she would rather sit in the training room all day every day. She wants to be stronger, faster, and more skilled. It doesn't help that she still has not been chosen as a padawan. She knows that as soon as she has a Master she will start to learn much more than she ever has in these youngling classes. Though she is impatient, she tries her best to quell those feelings and attract someone's attention in any way she can. This is the reason she continues to do well in all of her classes. She figures a youngling who can't even learn simple lessons would not be the first choice of a Jedi looking for a padawan.
There are many of her fellow younglings with whom she spends time and supposes would be considered her friends. She is not really close to any of them, however. She's never spoken to anyone of her life before the Order. Never confided in anyone of the awful life she led before being taken to live in this wonderful place. She only trusts her 'friends' as far as she can reach, seeing as how none of them have ever given her reason to really trust them. In their defense, there hasn't been much chance for such a thing but she wouldn't depend on them if her life was in danger. She would consider herself as her only option for survival. No... The only person she has ever truly trusted with her life was Raabaran. He is the only thing she misses from her life before. She thinks of him often and fantasizes sometimes that one day she might go back to the house she lived in for so long and see him again. That they would team up and beat and humiliate her father as he had done so many times to her.
She knows these thoughts should not be in her mind, but she can't help them from surfacing every once in a while. She is reminded of her friend every time she spots a wookiee. The fantasies only come during the night, when she allows herself to go to that dark place inside her mind for a few short minutes. After these episodes, she is always able to sleep less fitfully than she normally does.
RP Sample: (It says not to worry about it, so I won't. :])
