Post by Master Maverick on Aug 2, 2012 23:44:04 GMT -5
Name: Ayva Ha
Race: Kaminoan
Age: 42
Height: 7'4"
Weight: 171
Appearance:
Being a Kaminoan, it is quite notable her stature; long and lean, she towers over all others and moves with a grace as though she steps through water. Her skin a light gray color, she is rather plain to look upon. Her large green eyes, however, make a very clear focal point when looking at her seemingly endless body.
No hair can be found on her body, as is normal for the species. Holes in the middle of her face indicate that she has a nose and her mouth is rather small. Her long neck, arms and legs are deceptively powerful and she moves with a confidence mixed with grace that would shame even monarchs.
In short, she can easily be described as a sort of ethereal angel; walking on air and a voice as though she sings rather than simply talks. Also, her deep understanding of any she meets aids in this.
What would be considered traditional Kaminoan clothing; light colors on a white flowing dress with sleeves that go passed her hands. She has several of these, the colors being thin triangles that start from her waist and go down to the seam. She has greens, yellows and blues as well as one that is completely white. These are what she wears most often.
On missions, she wears dark robes with a similarly colored cloak. (see picture)
She also has traditional, brown and tan Jedi clothes strictly for ceremonial purposes.
Personality:
Calm exterior: soft in her tone with a caring and empathetic touch. She listens well and thinks always before acting. Never has she raised her voice to another in anger or frustration. Instead, she tends to react with disappointment or even sadness towards others that fight against her in any way. She accepts people for who and what they are, as she has had to deal with ridicule during her lifetime, even among the Jedi. This is due to her empathy and her inherent understanding of those around her.
In groups, she tends not to speak unless directly asked a question, or if she feels it necessary to say something in order to correct someone or deal with a situation. She has never been all that comfortable in large groups for a few reasons. One being that she is not predisposed to such settings, due to her training as an Apprentice and how she largely kept to herself after her Knighting. Also, the fact that she stands out so much makes her uncomfortable at times. Of course, due to her years and experience, this has diminished greatly, but there are still times when it surfaces.
Largely independent, she will answer to the call of aid from others. However, she has yet to ask for help herself. Of course, she hasn't really been in such a position, but this adds to her preference to small groups over large ones as she prefers working one-on-one or in such settings because she finds it easier and more effective.
Her experience as a Jedi has taught her to still believe in the best of all around her but to not be naive and leave herself unguarded. Too many times was she betrayed that her previously overly kindhearted spirit has been tempered with cold reality.
She can be easily described as the epitome of a Jedi. Never will she call on her blade unless her life, or another's, is threatened. Even now, she has yet to take a life, always sparing enemies in the field. However, that is not to say that she has always succeeded in saving other's lives. However, it is important to note that she infrequently leaves the Temple on Coruscant or Ilum for missions. As a Knight, she, of course, has been on a number of them, but only in a handful of cases did she have to combat evil.
Her passion is helping those around her. It could be said that, due to and despite her gift and affliction, she has been predisposed to such a thing. A councilor to young ones and full of advice and quite wise for her age, she counsels those who seek her out. When not training younglings, she will be training herself, becoming an ever better duelist and readying her skills for when she is called upon to battle the Darkness that threatens to overtake the galaxy.
(Good example of her personality is in the second RP example.)
Birth place: Kamino, Tipoca
Faction: Jedi
Rank: Knight Guardian
Lightsaber: She has 2 lightsabers. Normally, during practices and training, she'll use only one. During formal duels or missions and battles, she usually uses both. They are standard straight hilts; one is a light sky-blue color having a single-handed hilt (left hand), while the other is a dark green long enough for her to fit both of her hands on it (right hand). Each blade is 5 feet long, in order to be similar in proportions as it would be with a human. Neither of these blades are dual-phase, therefore they are set at one length and do not change.
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Hilt used primarily by right hand
Hilt used primarily by left hand
Color:
Right: dark green
Left: light blue
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho - 5
Makashi - 2
Soresu - 0
Ataru - 0
Shien / Djem So - 3/3
>>Sub-form Backhanded - 0
Niman - 0
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield - 3
Juyo - N/A
Double Bladed Combat - N/A
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 4
Telepathic: 5
Body: 6
Sense: 4
Protection: 4
Healing: 3
Destruction: 0
Specialized Skills:
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 6
Intelligence: 7
Speed: 7
Leadership: 6
Unarmed: 0
Melee Weapons: 0
Ranged Weapons: 0
STRENGTH:
Surprisingly powerful. Though she looks fragile, she was trained as a duelist since she was 12. Her race doesn't allow for bulk, but she can easily overpower an average male human Jedi with one arm when they use 2. This is when neither use the Force.
DEXTERITY:
She has masterful control over her limbs. Through countless hours of practice and training, the awkwardness of her extended limbs was diminished, virtually non-existent now. She moves with the grace that would shame many monarchs, and in battle she moves with the same grace which granted her the title "The Dancing Duelist".
CONSTITUTION:
She is rather set in her ways, and not easily persuaded. Her health is rather good, getting sick only rarely. A bit more susceptible to pain than others.
INTELLIGENCE:
Highly intelligent. She knows much about the ways of the blade, as well as the force and the Ways of the Jedi. Though her knowledge over technical skills, etc, is negligible.
WISDOM:
She is rather wise. She spent much time with her Master, as well as other Masters. She didn't really have many friends that were Padawans, always opting to learn she spent time with those who were older and more experienced than her, and who wouldn't make fun of her. Most of her friends are a bit older than her, and thus she has gained wisdom and insight from them.
CHARISMA:
Despite her rather disproportionate stature and frame, comparatively, and her overly calm demeanor, she tends to have a disarming and calming effect over those she talks with. Her voice is reminiscent of an angel.
Bio:
Section I: Beginnings - birth to 12 standard years
Chapter I: But a Child
The ways of the people of Kamino are not well known in the galaxy at large. Near xenophobic, the Kaminoans do not leave their beloved planet unless under the most severe of circumstances. The infanticide of one's precious, and difficult to come by, child would be one of these very circumstances.
Being born through natural means was not a common occurance on the hopelessly flooded planet of Kamino. Ever since the cataclysm, the elongated humanoids developed cloning technologies that were far above and beyond much of the galaxy. Due to this, many opted to have their children created to certain specifications as to stem infections and deformations. However, the techniques were far from perfect and some, perhaps more than would be preferred, were less-than perfect. These were done away with without second thought. Even those few that were naturally born were checked for such things and weeded out in order to make a more perfect race.
Ayva Hu was one of these individuals.
But a newborn babe, her parents, Sayn and Soa, were compelled to produce their child to medical professionals. The child's parents had gray eyes and, thus, were quite privileged in the society on Kamino. They lived a life some aristocrats on equally developed planets might be jealous of. They had opted, even for all their wealth, to forgo the expensive method of creating a child and go through with the dangerous natural method. Due to the extensive alterations to the bodies of the beings, their reproductive systems had been left to almost atrophy over time. They were not the most conducive to bearing newborns.
Through a difficult pregnancy and equally difficult labor, the child was born. Much to the dismay of Soa, she and her mid-wives found that the girl was born with green eyes. Practically untouchable in their society, she was quickly cleaned and handed to the mother. She looked upon the babe with love only a mother, a true mother, could hold for their child. Her deformation, as it was seen by her society, went unnoticed by Soa. At least for the time being. She was well aware of the babe's fate, but was not going to give up her child so easily. However, she was also well aware that Ayva, the child's life would not be one worth living if she were to stay.
In secret, Soa spoke with Sayn and they agreed to leave in secret. Their servants were sworn to secrecy as the couple made preparations to leave the ocean planet for the city covered planet for Coruscant. Not much was known about the planet, but the pair were privileged enough to know much more about the galaxy at large than most of the general populace of the planet.
Chapter II: Escape
An unassuming shuttle, in the middle of the night, took off from the Hu's private port. Sayn, being an experience pilot, directed the ship towards the Capital planet of the Republic. Even for the tense atmosphere of the galaxy at the time, the unusual creatures traveled to hyperspace routes unbothered due to the lack of traffic from the otherwise unknown planet until they made it to Corellian Run. There were few checks along the way, and the unusual couple were passed with a few strange looks, but with no real hassle.
Upon reaching the planet, the pair were not completely sure of what to do. Never before had they left the planet of their birth and they were ultimately ignorant of all else. Trying to find a place to land proved to be difficult for the otherwise experienced pilot. They had no real credits, as their currency was of no value and were forced to steal a spot. However, this choice would prove to be almost deadly for the alien couple.
A gang of humans, rather rough looking fellows, approached as soon as the pair with their babe exited the craft. Armed with modified blasters, they approached the wealthy looking lithe creatures hoping to gain some easy credits. The pleas of the Hu's were ignored, even though they spoke the truth. Sayn fingered the small blaster at his hip, but knew they stood no real chance.
Unbeknown to the Kaminoans, they had managed to secure a landing pad relatively close to the Jedi Temple. A disturbance in the Force, caused by the newborn child, caught the pair's attention. They were Master and Apprentice, the Master a Nautolan with a young Zabrak in tow. With rather good timing, the Jedi came to the aid of the potential victims and convinced the group of thugs to leave.
The Nautolan, clearly confused by the presence of the family, then conversed with them. This was merely to bide him time as he tried to figure out the reason for unusual occurrence within the Force. It took him a few minutes, after learning where they had come from, their names and their reason for being on Coruscant, that the daughter was, indeed, Force-Sensitive. He told the parents and they were in shock; Force-Sensitivity was something that was practically bred out of their species. They were worried initially, but were soon relieved. It was the perfect place; they would prove to their people, in a sense, that their daughter was not worthless. They agreed to give their daughter to the Jedi and left.
Soa looked back at her child as Sayn started the shuttle once more. The Jedi did not look back, but the lithe Kaminoan looked on even after they had turned a corner and were out of sight. She hoped with all her might that she might be able to see her daughter again. Some day. After seveal minutes, she proceeded inside the shuttle to leave back to their home world, knowing the reality of the situation despite her deepest desire.
Chapter III: An Anomaly Among the Jedi
Ayva grew up well enough among the Jedi. At first, the Order was unsure what to do with her, due to her unusual, and otherwise unknown, race. Even for all the knowledge of the Jedi, it took quite some time to find records of the planet that was spoken to the Jedi. There was little, but it was enough to have a starting point and figure out what to do with her.
At four years of age, she was tested by the Council to confirm her sensitivity. It was, indeed, found that she could feel the Force within her, even though she had no idea what it was at the time. Of course she would learn soon after this was confirmed and she began her lessons and classes with others her age.
Her youngling years were the hardest. In the classes with the other children, she was often whispered about at how unusual she was. Not often was a Kaminoan brought into the Order. They were few and far between, and this showed at the other children's reactions towards her. She was effectively outcast and had virtually no friends other than some other unusual species that she herself didn't even really enjoy. However, she did not want to be completely alone.
Even so, she spent most of her time training and studying, alone. It occupied large amounts of her time; researching various topics and learning the theories and philosophies of the Jedi. At least, what she was allowed to research. They interested her immensely and she would spend countless hours in the Archives reading and take several classes, always keeping herself busy. This happened naturally as she didn't want to be alone and, thus, filled her free time with things to do so she wouldn't think about it.
The Masters and instructors treated her well enough and she would speak with them of her issues with the others. While they would listen, she felt as though they didn't understand. How could they; they were not the only one of their kinds within the Order? While she held no hard feelings against them, she always felt more alone than most others. However, she seemed to be able to make friends quite easily. It was noticed that she understood what others felt from just their body language. Of course Ayva didn't know what this was, it was a curiosity that was noted among the Masters as they would watch as it developed over time.
And develop it would.
Chapter IV: A Chosen One
The young Kaminoan's teachings during these young years proceeded well. She learned well and progressed quickly. Her mind was sharp and she understood faster than most. Her body, however, did not always agree with her. During sword exercises, she would often be left behind the others, unable to maneuver her elongated limbs with any sort of skill. It didn't help that the young child didn't care much for the art.
At least not yet.
Upon turning 11, she was now available to be taken as an Apprentice. However, many passed her by. Even though she showed promise with the Force, her inability with a blade was staggering. For over a year, she continued learning as she had for her whole life. However, one day, a young Knight rose to the challenge she presented.
At 12 years of age, she was taken by a Iridonian Knight. He was a Guardian named Kadrian Kolar and thus trained her as the same. She had a hard time keeping up as she was awkward with her own body and couldn't move quite as quickly or easily as her Master. Not only did he have years of practice and experience over her, but his being of more average proportions gave him a natural advantage. One that he hoped to overcome in her.
She was a test of sorts, to her. She never learned if she was some sort of bet or some such things, nor would she ever care to know. All she knew is that, while she initially loathed her Master, she grew to understand and appreciate his efforts. He was attempting to mold her into something no one would even think her to become; a formidable duelist.
Section II: Becoming a Jedi - 12 years to 26 years
Chapter I: Learning the Ways of the Jedi
Over time she inherently, without her own knowing, gained the ability to enhance her movements with the force in order to move with the speed and agility of her Master. The whole process took 8 years of intense training. She functionally mastered Shii-Cho during this time, after which Kadrian moved on to Shien, while throwing in some Djem So to improve her dueling skills.
She practiced and trained every day, increasing her strength, flexibility and agility. She was relatively slower to improve than her peers, yet didn't even know this as she didn't have much contact as she was training practically constantly. Her Master was all the company she needed. Or wanted. This would grow into a strong relationship between the two. One that she still holds to this day.
6 more years would pass of training vigorously under her Master. He was determined to make her one of the best swordswomen that he knew she could be. In that time he tested her in basic applications of the Force and made sure she was well rounded.
It was only during this time that it was discovered that she had a natural affinity towards Force Empathy. Because she had little contact with others, even though she was practically always within the Temple, this trait did not pose much of an issue during her training. Her Master had such a control of his emotions that she was never distracted during her training.
It seemed that the ability was always activated, always feeling the emotions of those around her. While she could not, and would not, be able to read or hear the thoughts of others, Kadrian focused on this during the waning years of her training. Due to this, she was able to understand what others might be thinking due to how they felt as she found a strong connection between the two.
Chapter II: The Trials
After this time, at age 26, she went before the council and performed the trials formally as she had not gone on many missions with her Master. The ones they went on were diplomatic or otherwise menial tasks that didn't necessarily test her overly.
The Trials were not a series of events posed by the Council to the unusual young woman. Instead, it was a single event; a simulated duel with her mother who was seduced and had fallen to the Dark Side. While Ayva wouldn't know, they used the actual likeness of her mother, as described by the Knight that had acquired her that day. Her skill was tested to the limits, and she was overcome by the apparition. She steeled herself against the knowledge of her mother attempting to kill her and would not fall as she did.
Her Father appeared, again in an actual likeness of her real father, to attempt to end the conflict. However Soa would not have it and ended his life where he stood. Defenseless, Sayn fell without contest. Distracted, Ayva took the opportunity to strike against her mother. However, her attempt was in vain as, due to the immense amount of emotion, she was practically incapacitated. Her strikes were unable to connect, and she was quickly disarmed.
Her mind played with the idea of using the anger that was thrust upon her, but knew this would not do. Disarmed and heavily wounded, Ayva laid upon the floor at the mercy of her mother. She toyed with the young Kaminoan, electrocuting her ever so often and continuing to tempt her with power and freedom. She would not be so easily swayed, however. Ayva claimed that she would die before she fell.
In the frustration and anger Soa felt, she released it all upon her daughter. Ayva took it in screams, but would not fall, even still. On the verge of unconsciousness, she finally came up with something. It was something she had felt through the Force, if only slightly, and she formulated the idea while the woman spoke her evil words to the deaf child.
In a raspy voice, Ayva started to respond. However, her words cut deeper into the woman than hers ever could into the child. She seemed to touch upon all the creature's fears and deepest desires, demoralizing her. It was an unusual tactic, to be sure, but it allowed time to recover from her grievous wounds. With Soa successfully distracted once more, Ayva pulled hard on the Kaminoan's wrist, bending it to slice through her own body. The room lightened and the figure disappeared, revealing the Chamber of Trials.
After much deliberation on the part of the Council, she was granted the rank of Knight of the Order.
Finally, she was a true Jedi now.
Section III: Knight of the Order of the Jedi - 26 years to present
Chapter I: One Last Test
After her trials, she met with her Master once more. Still in contact with him, he saved the creation of her first saber until after the Trials. She was ecstatic at the opportunity and traveled with Kadrain to Ilum in order to acquire a crystal. She found one of a dark green hue that called to her after traveling deep within the caves where the crystals could be found. After harvesting it, she returned to Coruscant to create the hilt of the tool. The trip back was spent meditating with the unrefined crystal in order to center it and herself within it.
The hilt created was a graceful object. White, just as her soul, and with gentle curves, it took several weeks in order to get the specifications she wanted. After this, she spent a full month focusing her crystal. Only after this period of time, was she now fully a Jedi of the Order. Her Master congratulated her and announced her position to her, performing a symbolic Knighting once again.
She still remains in contact with her Master, but effectively became a teacher for Initiates and Younglings teaching classes and taking on her own students. She rarely leaves the Temple of the Order because of this. She will, from time to time, supervise missions and tasks that are relatively not dangerous in order to test their skills. However, this is the extent of her travels as of late.
During this time, she acquired a number of dresses. Having them specially made, they were but simple frocks, but beautiful to behold upon her form. She did not do this out of vanity or a desire to look beautiful. At least that was not the whole reason for such an endeavor.
While she did enjoy the look and feel of the blank white canvas, upon which triangles of light colors added depth to the pieces, the light-weight material that moved with little effort aided in her training. She had several produced, light blues, greens and yellows, as well as one that was blank white. It was symbolic in many ways, but most notably it was for the Light within her that she held. From that point on, she wore these garments, replacing the heavy Jedi robes she had worn all her life previously.
Chapter II: The Dancing Duelist
As she trained young ones, she started to get a name for herself. Solidifying her own skills during this time, she started to focus more heavily on her swordsmanship. Participating in a number of duels, often being challenged by others to test her, not convinced of her abilities. Only a handful of times was she overcome. However, most of the time she succeeded against others due to her opponent underestimating her. She would not let up and show mercy with her blade, having learned from her Master that; if she had to draw her blade to make sure it was for the least amount of time as possible.
This, along with her selflessness in teaching others, allowed her name to be spoken more often among those of the Order. It was during these years, shortly after gaining her Knight rank, that she also became to be called the 'Dancing Duelist'. Due to this, she started to study more styles and Forms of lightsaber combat. Of all the Forms, she became intrigued by Makashi. It's finesse and grace urged her to study its ways.
Keeping her focus on lightsabers, she taught a number of introductory classes to young ones eager to learn the art. At times, she'd remember her previous hatred of the skill and would laugh to herself about it, looking at herself now and her dedication to it. Committing herself to the dueling form, she developed her skills quickly enough, becoming intermediate after only 5 years of hard work. Incorporating the techniques in with her knowledge of Shien and Djem So, her skills as a swordswoman improved dramatically.
Chapter III: Internal Conflicts
Her winning streak during this time was cut short by a rather crafty individual. A human by the name of Tristan Baptiste knew of the Kaminoan's ability to arbitrarily feel the emotions that were around her. Due to the cocoon of the Temple, she had never really been exposed to such things and a defense to the exploitation of this had never been developed by the etheral being.
During a friendly duel with Tristan within the walls of the Temple on Coruscant, he emitted powerful flashes of anger, fear and confusion. He was adept at such things, having been active in the galaxy for quite some time. He successfully distracted her, just as she had been in her Trials, and scored winning blows against her. She held no hard feelings towards him, even for his abhorrent attitude. Instead, she berated herself for not learning from those Trials years ago. Taking a break from her intensive lightsaber training, she spent almost two years studying the Force and her inherent ability.
While the Empathy that she controlled hadn't been documented before, she could learn to develop it somewhat backwards from what she read. She had always been rather intelligent, and it was during this time that her interest in the Force was found once again and reinvestigated.
Consulting a number of Masters, she asked for wisdom and advice. None had heard of her condition before, yet all had meaningful and helpful advice for the young Jedi. She learned to steel her mind from outside influences. However, blocking out that which she felt around her was a daunting task and required a substantial amount of concentration. Indeed, it was practically detrimental and impractical in combat. With the growing threats from the Mandalorians and the Darkness falling upon the galaxy, she knew it was necessary to develop some sort of defense against such individuals.
Through time, trial and error, practice and training, her mental constitution was strengthened. Spending almost three years solely on developing this defense of her mind was found to be much more difficult than she imagined, However, in a re-match with her previous better, it was found that her efforts had paid off. She successfully fended off his mental attacks and bested him in combat. He certainly didn't take well to it, but Ayva was, and is, gracious in all she does.
Chapter IV: A New Chapter, A New Way
After proving to herself that she had succeeded in this trial, she returned once again to her training in the arts of lightsaber combat. Her skill with a blade was formidable, but there was ever more she wanted to learn. A number of times she had faced an opponent with two sabers and found herself at, while perhaps not a distinct disadvantage, one nonetheless. She was compelled to study the ways of Jar'kai in order to defend against it with more skill and better understanding. Little did she know that she would adopt the From as her own.
She searched not long for a Master to teach her in the ways of dual wielding. A human Master by the name of Vincent Ayers agreed to teach the awkward Kaminoan, quickly finding her more than a competent student. Under his tutelage, which she acquired even as he taught his own Apprentice, learning even with him at times, she developed the knowledge and skill quickly. Within four years, she was determined competent enough by Ayers to no longer require his teachings.
After this accomplishment, she set out to create another lightsaber. On Ilum, a crystal of a light blue color caught her attention and she created yet another hilt much like before. It didn't take her quite as long, as her knowledge was impressive at this point. It was a noticeably shorter hilt, however she had managed to keep the power and length found in her first blade. While not as ornate as her first, she decided to make this one in memory of her Master.
At 42 years of age, she now searches for an Apprentice to call her own. Finally ready and confident that she can train another to Knighthood, her search begins.
RP Sample:
Example I:
The smile deepened on her face as he was curious as to how to proceed. Was it really so unusual that she have them pretend? Were all Jedi so aggressive that they would so readily spar with one another? It seemed unusual to her, but she didn't pry into others' business. She mainly kept to herself, always busy in her studies and training and teaching. Indeed, she didn't have the desire, never mind the time, to see what others were doing in the Order.
She stepped forward slowly, holding up her hand, motioning for him to stop. He was indeed quite impressive to watch. He kept his blade close and controlled, rarely retaliating, as was the way of Soresu. He moved as to become but a blur of brown, tan and a blue waving line swinging around.
"Very good Sebastian." Her smile deepened and there was a lightness in her voice.
"You seem quite capable. luckily I am not completely ignorant of this form and still can teach you some more. However, not all that much. Soon you will be level with Knights in that form. Now turn down the power of your blade. All the way down if you would." Her smile deepened as she truly meant what she said. She never lied, as such a thing never entered her mind. She would either speak the truth or say nothing.
She motioned for him to get back to the spot at which he started as she stood 8 feet in front of him. Waiting a minute or two, allowing for him to catch his breath and calm himself, she finally raised her right hand first, revealing her hand that had previously been shrouded by her elongated sleeve, and reached for her saber with the longer hilt on her right hip. This was her dueling saber, able to fit both of her hands. She ignited it, revealing a piercing deep green. It was an elongated blade that was proportional to her body, the blade being 5 feet in length. While it had been all the more difficult to master, she now not only had the reach of her arm that would be hard to get passed, but the length of her saber.
She was well aware of her weaknesses though. If anyone were to get into her inner circle of defense, both of these would work hard against her. While she practiced diligently to improve this skill, she still can't last long and will end up pushing her adversaries away with the force if she can't physically get them away.
She pointed it towards the ground and as her sleeve fell she caught it with the palm of her hand to keep it from getting seared a she would soon be swinging her blade around and was quite fond of the dress.
Her blade pointed towards the ground at a low angle. Then she pulled it in front of her face with a powerfully gentle flick of her wrist before performing a figure-8, in a traditional Makashi flourish, back down in front of her extended right leg as he body was now perpendicular to Sebastian.
A nod would indicate the beginning of their spar, and she would begin. With two 'large' steps, she reached him and flicked her wrist to his upper left, then lower right before moving into a thrust at his mid-section.
The aggressive nature of her movements did nothing to minimize her grace. It seemed that nothing but her arm moved, her body staying completely still. She also wanted to see how he reacted to the strength of her attacks. While she looked fragile, that a swift kick to the shin would surely break it, she was quite powerful, easily fending off average male humans with one arm as they would use 2.
She held no delusions that she would be able to do that with this Apprentice. She may have to adapt to Djem So in order to challenge him. While she preferred Shien for it's defensive properties, and to cover the weaknesses of Makashi, she still was quite knowledgeable about Djem So, and would use it sparingly, mainly against Soresu practitioners.
After the thrust, as those were but tests, she would step away, out of his range to indicate that they were as such. She wanted to feel just how strong he was.
Example II:
She made her way north to a shop that she remembered. She wasn't sure if it was still there, but it was worth a try. Otherwise, they might have to wander around aimlessly looking for a clothing shop.
Her grace wasn't hindered by her robes or cloak, or by the others which she walked around, though it seemed like they weren't even there to her. She walked only a little faster than what would have been normal for Traven, only to not waste any time. All the while she would keep a link with Virzivil, just impressing upon him that if something were to happen, she would know and let him know.
As they got farther into the city, she slowed a little, and starting pointing out the buildings and explaining to him why they were built that way, and why they were shaped and colored as such. She explained the reason for the shape and makeup of the city. She would also show him different species, their names, and what kinds of attitudes they tended to have.
She was glad that the only thing that stuck out about her was her height. However, this was not enough to get her noticed. If she were wearing her normal dress, or force forbid, her Jedi robes, she would be immediately noticed. Traven wouldn't stick out so much as he was with her. Her height would take precedence over his clothing, which she was secretly grateful for.
They made their way northwest now; she bowed to a few of those who would make eye contact with her as they neared her destination.
To her delight, it was still there. It was a bit more run-down than how she remembered it, but Tatooine was never an easy place to live or make a living. She made her way through the beaded 'door', ducking her head to get through the doorway without hitting herself.
She was able to stand upright inside the shop with only 2 inches between her head and the ceiling. There was a ruckus in the back, as something crashed and there was a deep growl, guttural as it seemed to reverberate in the shop and within their heads. A smile would cross her face, as she called attention to themselves, that they were in the shop.
"Excuse me, we are here to purchase some clothing."
"Hold on, hold on! I'll be right there!" It was a deep bass, almost baritone in some places, of an alien language. The voice was just as the growl was, deep and guttural as it reverberated throughout the room.
At this point, her smiled widened. "Take your time, Momaw. We are in no rush."
"Who...?" The sentence was cut off, as some things were dropped and there was a shuffling of feet as, it could be assumed, the creature was making its way towards them.
Coming from behind a doorway blocked by light tan cloth, an Ithorian showed herself to them. She was older than Virzivil, but still acted as though she was the Kaminoan's age.
"Ayva Starfall! What are you doing here!?" She walked over, her movements a little awkward as her legs were no doubt starting to weaken, as she gave her a long hug, which Ayva gladly returned.
"It has been far too long! How have you been?" It was more of a rhetorical question, but waited for the answer nonetheless.
"Business has been slowing lately. No doubt due to those fallen Jedi. They've been such a menace lately and driving customers away. Not just for me, but for everyone."
Ayva seemed to be un-phased by this as they released their hold on one another. In a hushed tone, she spoke again. "Is that why you're here?" There was excitement and concern in her voice.
This was when she noticed the boy. "Oh, and who is this little sweetheart?"
She turned and moved towards him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "This is my Apprentice, Traven Oli." She gave him a heartfelt look before she looked back at this Momaw.
"It is a pleasure to meet you, Traven." She bowed her head, her gaze lingering on him for politeness before turning back to Ayva.
Ayva, in a hushed tone, replied to Momaw. "To answer your question; yes, that is why we are here." She spoke louder, now, as she continued, "And that is why I have come to you. We are to get clothing that doesn't show who we are so obviously." She almost chuckled as she motioned to Traven in his traditional clothing.
Momaw's 'smile' would have widened, if it wasn't for the reason for their visit. While she was glad, she worried as well. "Well, let's see what I can get you." She started to go towards the back of the shop and rummage around.
Ayva motioned that Traven could look around as she followed Momaw to see what she was up to.
"You look well for being such an old woman. You must tell me your secret!" She chuckled as she spoke, in a high good humor.
Oh, well you know; I got rid of all my mirrors. So now, I just believe I'm young. Is it working?" She turned around to show her face.
While it was aged, it didn't betray that she was close to 70 years old. "It's working perfectly, I'll have to do that some day. I have a few years left though!" It was almost a jab, but it was all in good fun.
Momaw spoke, so she hoped Traven wouldn't be able to hear. "Your parents would be proud of you Ayva. You know that?" It wasn't so much a question as a statement.
As she was looking though, she asked for their sizes. Ayva responded, "The other is about Traven's size. The other is just over 6 feet and built like a wall!" She wasn't going to tell them who they were, as she didn't want to give away too much. She was sure Vizivil was doing more than a fine job with that.
She moved to a new spot, and rummage through some more shelves and bins. Several minutes went by and their banter continued as Ayva looked around halfheartedly while Momaw looked.
Eventually she would find her way to Traven. "Is there anything you like?" She looked down at him, trying to see if he was holding something, and looked around to see if there was anything she thought he might enjoy.
Race: Kaminoan
Age: 42
Height: 7'4"
Weight: 171
Appearance:
Being a Kaminoan, it is quite notable her stature; long and lean, she towers over all others and moves with a grace as though she steps through water. Her skin a light gray color, she is rather plain to look upon. Her large green eyes, however, make a very clear focal point when looking at her seemingly endless body.
No hair can be found on her body, as is normal for the species. Holes in the middle of her face indicate that she has a nose and her mouth is rather small. Her long neck, arms and legs are deceptively powerful and she moves with a confidence mixed with grace that would shame even monarchs.
In short, she can easily be described as a sort of ethereal angel; walking on air and a voice as though she sings rather than simply talks. Also, her deep understanding of any she meets aids in this.
What would be considered traditional Kaminoan clothing; light colors on a white flowing dress with sleeves that go passed her hands. She has several of these, the colors being thin triangles that start from her waist and go down to the seam. She has greens, yellows and blues as well as one that is completely white. These are what she wears most often.
On missions, she wears dark robes with a similarly colored cloak. (see picture)
She also has traditional, brown and tan Jedi clothes strictly for ceremonial purposes.
Personality:
Calm exterior: soft in her tone with a caring and empathetic touch. She listens well and thinks always before acting. Never has she raised her voice to another in anger or frustration. Instead, she tends to react with disappointment or even sadness towards others that fight against her in any way. She accepts people for who and what they are, as she has had to deal with ridicule during her lifetime, even among the Jedi. This is due to her empathy and her inherent understanding of those around her.
In groups, she tends not to speak unless directly asked a question, or if she feels it necessary to say something in order to correct someone or deal with a situation. She has never been all that comfortable in large groups for a few reasons. One being that she is not predisposed to such settings, due to her training as an Apprentice and how she largely kept to herself after her Knighting. Also, the fact that she stands out so much makes her uncomfortable at times. Of course, due to her years and experience, this has diminished greatly, but there are still times when it surfaces.
Largely independent, she will answer to the call of aid from others. However, she has yet to ask for help herself. Of course, she hasn't really been in such a position, but this adds to her preference to small groups over large ones as she prefers working one-on-one or in such settings because she finds it easier and more effective.
Her experience as a Jedi has taught her to still believe in the best of all around her but to not be naive and leave herself unguarded. Too many times was she betrayed that her previously overly kindhearted spirit has been tempered with cold reality.
She can be easily described as the epitome of a Jedi. Never will she call on her blade unless her life, or another's, is threatened. Even now, she has yet to take a life, always sparing enemies in the field. However, that is not to say that she has always succeeded in saving other's lives. However, it is important to note that she infrequently leaves the Temple on Coruscant or Ilum for missions. As a Knight, she, of course, has been on a number of them, but only in a handful of cases did she have to combat evil.
Her passion is helping those around her. It could be said that, due to and despite her gift and affliction, she has been predisposed to such a thing. A councilor to young ones and full of advice and quite wise for her age, she counsels those who seek her out. When not training younglings, she will be training herself, becoming an ever better duelist and readying her skills for when she is called upon to battle the Darkness that threatens to overtake the galaxy.
(Good example of her personality is in the second RP example.)
Birth place: Kamino, Tipoca
Faction: Jedi
Rank: Knight Guardian
Lightsaber: She has 2 lightsabers. Normally, during practices and training, she'll use only one. During formal duels or missions and battles, she usually uses both. They are standard straight hilts; one is a light sky-blue color having a single-handed hilt (left hand), while the other is a dark green long enough for her to fit both of her hands on it (right hand). Each blade is 5 feet long, in order to be similar in proportions as it would be with a human. Neither of these blades are dual-phase, therefore they are set at one length and do not change.
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Hilt used primarily by right hand
Hilt used primarily by left hand
Color:
Right: dark green
Left: light blue
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho - 5
Makashi - 2
Soresu - 0
Ataru - 0
Shien / Djem So - 3/3
>>Sub-form Backhanded - 0
Niman - 0
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield - 3
Juyo - N/A
Double Bladed Combat - N/A
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 4
Telepathic: 5
Body: 6
Sense: 4
Protection: 4
Healing: 3
Destruction: 0
Specialized Skills:
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 6
Intelligence: 7
Speed: 7
Leadership: 6
Unarmed: 0
Melee Weapons: 0
Ranged Weapons: 0
STRENGTH:
Surprisingly powerful. Though she looks fragile, she was trained as a duelist since she was 12. Her race doesn't allow for bulk, but she can easily overpower an average male human Jedi with one arm when they use 2. This is when neither use the Force.
DEXTERITY:
She has masterful control over her limbs. Through countless hours of practice and training, the awkwardness of her extended limbs was diminished, virtually non-existent now. She moves with the grace that would shame many monarchs, and in battle she moves with the same grace which granted her the title "The Dancing Duelist".
CONSTITUTION:
She is rather set in her ways, and not easily persuaded. Her health is rather good, getting sick only rarely. A bit more susceptible to pain than others.
INTELLIGENCE:
Highly intelligent. She knows much about the ways of the blade, as well as the force and the Ways of the Jedi. Though her knowledge over technical skills, etc, is negligible.
WISDOM:
She is rather wise. She spent much time with her Master, as well as other Masters. She didn't really have many friends that were Padawans, always opting to learn she spent time with those who were older and more experienced than her, and who wouldn't make fun of her. Most of her friends are a bit older than her, and thus she has gained wisdom and insight from them.
CHARISMA:
Despite her rather disproportionate stature and frame, comparatively, and her overly calm demeanor, she tends to have a disarming and calming effect over those she talks with. Her voice is reminiscent of an angel.
Bio:
Section I: Beginnings - birth to 12 standard years
Chapter I: But a Child
The ways of the people of Kamino are not well known in the galaxy at large. Near xenophobic, the Kaminoans do not leave their beloved planet unless under the most severe of circumstances. The infanticide of one's precious, and difficult to come by, child would be one of these very circumstances.
Being born through natural means was not a common occurance on the hopelessly flooded planet of Kamino. Ever since the cataclysm, the elongated humanoids developed cloning technologies that were far above and beyond much of the galaxy. Due to this, many opted to have their children created to certain specifications as to stem infections and deformations. However, the techniques were far from perfect and some, perhaps more than would be preferred, were less-than perfect. These were done away with without second thought. Even those few that were naturally born were checked for such things and weeded out in order to make a more perfect race.
Ayva Hu was one of these individuals.
But a newborn babe, her parents, Sayn and Soa, were compelled to produce their child to medical professionals. The child's parents had gray eyes and, thus, were quite privileged in the society on Kamino. They lived a life some aristocrats on equally developed planets might be jealous of. They had opted, even for all their wealth, to forgo the expensive method of creating a child and go through with the dangerous natural method. Due to the extensive alterations to the bodies of the beings, their reproductive systems had been left to almost atrophy over time. They were not the most conducive to bearing newborns.
Through a difficult pregnancy and equally difficult labor, the child was born. Much to the dismay of Soa, she and her mid-wives found that the girl was born with green eyes. Practically untouchable in their society, she was quickly cleaned and handed to the mother. She looked upon the babe with love only a mother, a true mother, could hold for their child. Her deformation, as it was seen by her society, went unnoticed by Soa. At least for the time being. She was well aware of the babe's fate, but was not going to give up her child so easily. However, she was also well aware that Ayva, the child's life would not be one worth living if she were to stay.
In secret, Soa spoke with Sayn and they agreed to leave in secret. Their servants were sworn to secrecy as the couple made preparations to leave the ocean planet for the city covered planet for Coruscant. Not much was known about the planet, but the pair were privileged enough to know much more about the galaxy at large than most of the general populace of the planet.
Chapter II: Escape
An unassuming shuttle, in the middle of the night, took off from the Hu's private port. Sayn, being an experience pilot, directed the ship towards the Capital planet of the Republic. Even for the tense atmosphere of the galaxy at the time, the unusual creatures traveled to hyperspace routes unbothered due to the lack of traffic from the otherwise unknown planet until they made it to Corellian Run. There were few checks along the way, and the unusual couple were passed with a few strange looks, but with no real hassle.
Upon reaching the planet, the pair were not completely sure of what to do. Never before had they left the planet of their birth and they were ultimately ignorant of all else. Trying to find a place to land proved to be difficult for the otherwise experienced pilot. They had no real credits, as their currency was of no value and were forced to steal a spot. However, this choice would prove to be almost deadly for the alien couple.
A gang of humans, rather rough looking fellows, approached as soon as the pair with their babe exited the craft. Armed with modified blasters, they approached the wealthy looking lithe creatures hoping to gain some easy credits. The pleas of the Hu's were ignored, even though they spoke the truth. Sayn fingered the small blaster at his hip, but knew they stood no real chance.
Unbeknown to the Kaminoans, they had managed to secure a landing pad relatively close to the Jedi Temple. A disturbance in the Force, caused by the newborn child, caught the pair's attention. They were Master and Apprentice, the Master a Nautolan with a young Zabrak in tow. With rather good timing, the Jedi came to the aid of the potential victims and convinced the group of thugs to leave.
The Nautolan, clearly confused by the presence of the family, then conversed with them. This was merely to bide him time as he tried to figure out the reason for unusual occurrence within the Force. It took him a few minutes, after learning where they had come from, their names and their reason for being on Coruscant, that the daughter was, indeed, Force-Sensitive. He told the parents and they were in shock; Force-Sensitivity was something that was practically bred out of their species. They were worried initially, but were soon relieved. It was the perfect place; they would prove to their people, in a sense, that their daughter was not worthless. They agreed to give their daughter to the Jedi and left.
Soa looked back at her child as Sayn started the shuttle once more. The Jedi did not look back, but the lithe Kaminoan looked on even after they had turned a corner and were out of sight. She hoped with all her might that she might be able to see her daughter again. Some day. After seveal minutes, she proceeded inside the shuttle to leave back to their home world, knowing the reality of the situation despite her deepest desire.
Chapter III: An Anomaly Among the Jedi
Ayva grew up well enough among the Jedi. At first, the Order was unsure what to do with her, due to her unusual, and otherwise unknown, race. Even for all the knowledge of the Jedi, it took quite some time to find records of the planet that was spoken to the Jedi. There was little, but it was enough to have a starting point and figure out what to do with her.
At four years of age, she was tested by the Council to confirm her sensitivity. It was, indeed, found that she could feel the Force within her, even though she had no idea what it was at the time. Of course she would learn soon after this was confirmed and she began her lessons and classes with others her age.
Her youngling years were the hardest. In the classes with the other children, she was often whispered about at how unusual she was. Not often was a Kaminoan brought into the Order. They were few and far between, and this showed at the other children's reactions towards her. She was effectively outcast and had virtually no friends other than some other unusual species that she herself didn't even really enjoy. However, she did not want to be completely alone.
Even so, she spent most of her time training and studying, alone. It occupied large amounts of her time; researching various topics and learning the theories and philosophies of the Jedi. At least, what she was allowed to research. They interested her immensely and she would spend countless hours in the Archives reading and take several classes, always keeping herself busy. This happened naturally as she didn't want to be alone and, thus, filled her free time with things to do so she wouldn't think about it.
The Masters and instructors treated her well enough and she would speak with them of her issues with the others. While they would listen, she felt as though they didn't understand. How could they; they were not the only one of their kinds within the Order? While she held no hard feelings against them, she always felt more alone than most others. However, she seemed to be able to make friends quite easily. It was noticed that she understood what others felt from just their body language. Of course Ayva didn't know what this was, it was a curiosity that was noted among the Masters as they would watch as it developed over time.
And develop it would.
Chapter IV: A Chosen One
The young Kaminoan's teachings during these young years proceeded well. She learned well and progressed quickly. Her mind was sharp and she understood faster than most. Her body, however, did not always agree with her. During sword exercises, she would often be left behind the others, unable to maneuver her elongated limbs with any sort of skill. It didn't help that the young child didn't care much for the art.
At least not yet.
Upon turning 11, she was now available to be taken as an Apprentice. However, many passed her by. Even though she showed promise with the Force, her inability with a blade was staggering. For over a year, she continued learning as she had for her whole life. However, one day, a young Knight rose to the challenge she presented.
At 12 years of age, she was taken by a Iridonian Knight. He was a Guardian named Kadrian Kolar and thus trained her as the same. She had a hard time keeping up as she was awkward with her own body and couldn't move quite as quickly or easily as her Master. Not only did he have years of practice and experience over her, but his being of more average proportions gave him a natural advantage. One that he hoped to overcome in her.
She was a test of sorts, to her. She never learned if she was some sort of bet or some such things, nor would she ever care to know. All she knew is that, while she initially loathed her Master, she grew to understand and appreciate his efforts. He was attempting to mold her into something no one would even think her to become; a formidable duelist.
Section II: Becoming a Jedi - 12 years to 26 years
Chapter I: Learning the Ways of the Jedi
Over time she inherently, without her own knowing, gained the ability to enhance her movements with the force in order to move with the speed and agility of her Master. The whole process took 8 years of intense training. She functionally mastered Shii-Cho during this time, after which Kadrian moved on to Shien, while throwing in some Djem So to improve her dueling skills.
She practiced and trained every day, increasing her strength, flexibility and agility. She was relatively slower to improve than her peers, yet didn't even know this as she didn't have much contact as she was training practically constantly. Her Master was all the company she needed. Or wanted. This would grow into a strong relationship between the two. One that she still holds to this day.
6 more years would pass of training vigorously under her Master. He was determined to make her one of the best swordswomen that he knew she could be. In that time he tested her in basic applications of the Force and made sure she was well rounded.
It was only during this time that it was discovered that she had a natural affinity towards Force Empathy. Because she had little contact with others, even though she was practically always within the Temple, this trait did not pose much of an issue during her training. Her Master had such a control of his emotions that she was never distracted during her training.
It seemed that the ability was always activated, always feeling the emotions of those around her. While she could not, and would not, be able to read or hear the thoughts of others, Kadrian focused on this during the waning years of her training. Due to this, she was able to understand what others might be thinking due to how they felt as she found a strong connection between the two.
Chapter II: The Trials
After this time, at age 26, she went before the council and performed the trials formally as she had not gone on many missions with her Master. The ones they went on were diplomatic or otherwise menial tasks that didn't necessarily test her overly.
The Trials were not a series of events posed by the Council to the unusual young woman. Instead, it was a single event; a simulated duel with her mother who was seduced and had fallen to the Dark Side. While Ayva wouldn't know, they used the actual likeness of her mother, as described by the Knight that had acquired her that day. Her skill was tested to the limits, and she was overcome by the apparition. She steeled herself against the knowledge of her mother attempting to kill her and would not fall as she did.
Her Father appeared, again in an actual likeness of her real father, to attempt to end the conflict. However Soa would not have it and ended his life where he stood. Defenseless, Sayn fell without contest. Distracted, Ayva took the opportunity to strike against her mother. However, her attempt was in vain as, due to the immense amount of emotion, she was practically incapacitated. Her strikes were unable to connect, and she was quickly disarmed.
Her mind played with the idea of using the anger that was thrust upon her, but knew this would not do. Disarmed and heavily wounded, Ayva laid upon the floor at the mercy of her mother. She toyed with the young Kaminoan, electrocuting her ever so often and continuing to tempt her with power and freedom. She would not be so easily swayed, however. Ayva claimed that she would die before she fell.
In the frustration and anger Soa felt, she released it all upon her daughter. Ayva took it in screams, but would not fall, even still. On the verge of unconsciousness, she finally came up with something. It was something she had felt through the Force, if only slightly, and she formulated the idea while the woman spoke her evil words to the deaf child.
In a raspy voice, Ayva started to respond. However, her words cut deeper into the woman than hers ever could into the child. She seemed to touch upon all the creature's fears and deepest desires, demoralizing her. It was an unusual tactic, to be sure, but it allowed time to recover from her grievous wounds. With Soa successfully distracted once more, Ayva pulled hard on the Kaminoan's wrist, bending it to slice through her own body. The room lightened and the figure disappeared, revealing the Chamber of Trials.
After much deliberation on the part of the Council, she was granted the rank of Knight of the Order.
Finally, she was a true Jedi now.
Section III: Knight of the Order of the Jedi - 26 years to present
Chapter I: One Last Test
After her trials, she met with her Master once more. Still in contact with him, he saved the creation of her first saber until after the Trials. She was ecstatic at the opportunity and traveled with Kadrain to Ilum in order to acquire a crystal. She found one of a dark green hue that called to her after traveling deep within the caves where the crystals could be found. After harvesting it, she returned to Coruscant to create the hilt of the tool. The trip back was spent meditating with the unrefined crystal in order to center it and herself within it.
The hilt created was a graceful object. White, just as her soul, and with gentle curves, it took several weeks in order to get the specifications she wanted. After this, she spent a full month focusing her crystal. Only after this period of time, was she now fully a Jedi of the Order. Her Master congratulated her and announced her position to her, performing a symbolic Knighting once again.
She still remains in contact with her Master, but effectively became a teacher for Initiates and Younglings teaching classes and taking on her own students. She rarely leaves the Temple of the Order because of this. She will, from time to time, supervise missions and tasks that are relatively not dangerous in order to test their skills. However, this is the extent of her travels as of late.
During this time, she acquired a number of dresses. Having them specially made, they were but simple frocks, but beautiful to behold upon her form. She did not do this out of vanity or a desire to look beautiful. At least that was not the whole reason for such an endeavor.
While she did enjoy the look and feel of the blank white canvas, upon which triangles of light colors added depth to the pieces, the light-weight material that moved with little effort aided in her training. She had several produced, light blues, greens and yellows, as well as one that was blank white. It was symbolic in many ways, but most notably it was for the Light within her that she held. From that point on, she wore these garments, replacing the heavy Jedi robes she had worn all her life previously.
Chapter II: The Dancing Duelist
As she trained young ones, she started to get a name for herself. Solidifying her own skills during this time, she started to focus more heavily on her swordsmanship. Participating in a number of duels, often being challenged by others to test her, not convinced of her abilities. Only a handful of times was she overcome. However, most of the time she succeeded against others due to her opponent underestimating her. She would not let up and show mercy with her blade, having learned from her Master that; if she had to draw her blade to make sure it was for the least amount of time as possible.
This, along with her selflessness in teaching others, allowed her name to be spoken more often among those of the Order. It was during these years, shortly after gaining her Knight rank, that she also became to be called the 'Dancing Duelist'. Due to this, she started to study more styles and Forms of lightsaber combat. Of all the Forms, she became intrigued by Makashi. It's finesse and grace urged her to study its ways.
Keeping her focus on lightsabers, she taught a number of introductory classes to young ones eager to learn the art. At times, she'd remember her previous hatred of the skill and would laugh to herself about it, looking at herself now and her dedication to it. Committing herself to the dueling form, she developed her skills quickly enough, becoming intermediate after only 5 years of hard work. Incorporating the techniques in with her knowledge of Shien and Djem So, her skills as a swordswoman improved dramatically.
Chapter III: Internal Conflicts
Her winning streak during this time was cut short by a rather crafty individual. A human by the name of Tristan Baptiste knew of the Kaminoan's ability to arbitrarily feel the emotions that were around her. Due to the cocoon of the Temple, she had never really been exposed to such things and a defense to the exploitation of this had never been developed by the etheral being.
During a friendly duel with Tristan within the walls of the Temple on Coruscant, he emitted powerful flashes of anger, fear and confusion. He was adept at such things, having been active in the galaxy for quite some time. He successfully distracted her, just as she had been in her Trials, and scored winning blows against her. She held no hard feelings towards him, even for his abhorrent attitude. Instead, she berated herself for not learning from those Trials years ago. Taking a break from her intensive lightsaber training, she spent almost two years studying the Force and her inherent ability.
While the Empathy that she controlled hadn't been documented before, she could learn to develop it somewhat backwards from what she read. She had always been rather intelligent, and it was during this time that her interest in the Force was found once again and reinvestigated.
Consulting a number of Masters, she asked for wisdom and advice. None had heard of her condition before, yet all had meaningful and helpful advice for the young Jedi. She learned to steel her mind from outside influences. However, blocking out that which she felt around her was a daunting task and required a substantial amount of concentration. Indeed, it was practically detrimental and impractical in combat. With the growing threats from the Mandalorians and the Darkness falling upon the galaxy, she knew it was necessary to develop some sort of defense against such individuals.
Through time, trial and error, practice and training, her mental constitution was strengthened. Spending almost three years solely on developing this defense of her mind was found to be much more difficult than she imagined, However, in a re-match with her previous better, it was found that her efforts had paid off. She successfully fended off his mental attacks and bested him in combat. He certainly didn't take well to it, but Ayva was, and is, gracious in all she does.
Chapter IV: A New Chapter, A New Way
After proving to herself that she had succeeded in this trial, she returned once again to her training in the arts of lightsaber combat. Her skill with a blade was formidable, but there was ever more she wanted to learn. A number of times she had faced an opponent with two sabers and found herself at, while perhaps not a distinct disadvantage, one nonetheless. She was compelled to study the ways of Jar'kai in order to defend against it with more skill and better understanding. Little did she know that she would adopt the From as her own.
She searched not long for a Master to teach her in the ways of dual wielding. A human Master by the name of Vincent Ayers agreed to teach the awkward Kaminoan, quickly finding her more than a competent student. Under his tutelage, which she acquired even as he taught his own Apprentice, learning even with him at times, she developed the knowledge and skill quickly. Within four years, she was determined competent enough by Ayers to no longer require his teachings.
After this accomplishment, she set out to create another lightsaber. On Ilum, a crystal of a light blue color caught her attention and she created yet another hilt much like before. It didn't take her quite as long, as her knowledge was impressive at this point. It was a noticeably shorter hilt, however she had managed to keep the power and length found in her first blade. While not as ornate as her first, she decided to make this one in memory of her Master.
At 42 years of age, she now searches for an Apprentice to call her own. Finally ready and confident that she can train another to Knighthood, her search begins.
RP Sample:
Example I:
The smile deepened on her face as he was curious as to how to proceed. Was it really so unusual that she have them pretend? Were all Jedi so aggressive that they would so readily spar with one another? It seemed unusual to her, but she didn't pry into others' business. She mainly kept to herself, always busy in her studies and training and teaching. Indeed, she didn't have the desire, never mind the time, to see what others were doing in the Order.
She stepped forward slowly, holding up her hand, motioning for him to stop. He was indeed quite impressive to watch. He kept his blade close and controlled, rarely retaliating, as was the way of Soresu. He moved as to become but a blur of brown, tan and a blue waving line swinging around.
"Very good Sebastian." Her smile deepened and there was a lightness in her voice.
"You seem quite capable. luckily I am not completely ignorant of this form and still can teach you some more. However, not all that much. Soon you will be level with Knights in that form. Now turn down the power of your blade. All the way down if you would." Her smile deepened as she truly meant what she said. She never lied, as such a thing never entered her mind. She would either speak the truth or say nothing.
She motioned for him to get back to the spot at which he started as she stood 8 feet in front of him. Waiting a minute or two, allowing for him to catch his breath and calm himself, she finally raised her right hand first, revealing her hand that had previously been shrouded by her elongated sleeve, and reached for her saber with the longer hilt on her right hip. This was her dueling saber, able to fit both of her hands. She ignited it, revealing a piercing deep green. It was an elongated blade that was proportional to her body, the blade being 5 feet in length. While it had been all the more difficult to master, she now not only had the reach of her arm that would be hard to get passed, but the length of her saber.
She was well aware of her weaknesses though. If anyone were to get into her inner circle of defense, both of these would work hard against her. While she practiced diligently to improve this skill, she still can't last long and will end up pushing her adversaries away with the force if she can't physically get them away.
She pointed it towards the ground and as her sleeve fell she caught it with the palm of her hand to keep it from getting seared a she would soon be swinging her blade around and was quite fond of the dress.
Her blade pointed towards the ground at a low angle. Then she pulled it in front of her face with a powerfully gentle flick of her wrist before performing a figure-8, in a traditional Makashi flourish, back down in front of her extended right leg as he body was now perpendicular to Sebastian.
A nod would indicate the beginning of their spar, and she would begin. With two 'large' steps, she reached him and flicked her wrist to his upper left, then lower right before moving into a thrust at his mid-section.
The aggressive nature of her movements did nothing to minimize her grace. It seemed that nothing but her arm moved, her body staying completely still. She also wanted to see how he reacted to the strength of her attacks. While she looked fragile, that a swift kick to the shin would surely break it, she was quite powerful, easily fending off average male humans with one arm as they would use 2.
She held no delusions that she would be able to do that with this Apprentice. She may have to adapt to Djem So in order to challenge him. While she preferred Shien for it's defensive properties, and to cover the weaknesses of Makashi, she still was quite knowledgeable about Djem So, and would use it sparingly, mainly against Soresu practitioners.
After the thrust, as those were but tests, she would step away, out of his range to indicate that they were as such. She wanted to feel just how strong he was.
Example II:
She made her way north to a shop that she remembered. She wasn't sure if it was still there, but it was worth a try. Otherwise, they might have to wander around aimlessly looking for a clothing shop.
Her grace wasn't hindered by her robes or cloak, or by the others which she walked around, though it seemed like they weren't even there to her. She walked only a little faster than what would have been normal for Traven, only to not waste any time. All the while she would keep a link with Virzivil, just impressing upon him that if something were to happen, she would know and let him know.
As they got farther into the city, she slowed a little, and starting pointing out the buildings and explaining to him why they were built that way, and why they were shaped and colored as such. She explained the reason for the shape and makeup of the city. She would also show him different species, their names, and what kinds of attitudes they tended to have.
She was glad that the only thing that stuck out about her was her height. However, this was not enough to get her noticed. If she were wearing her normal dress, or force forbid, her Jedi robes, she would be immediately noticed. Traven wouldn't stick out so much as he was with her. Her height would take precedence over his clothing, which she was secretly grateful for.
They made their way northwest now; she bowed to a few of those who would make eye contact with her as they neared her destination.
To her delight, it was still there. It was a bit more run-down than how she remembered it, but Tatooine was never an easy place to live or make a living. She made her way through the beaded 'door', ducking her head to get through the doorway without hitting herself.
She was able to stand upright inside the shop with only 2 inches between her head and the ceiling. There was a ruckus in the back, as something crashed and there was a deep growl, guttural as it seemed to reverberate in the shop and within their heads. A smile would cross her face, as she called attention to themselves, that they were in the shop.
"Excuse me, we are here to purchase some clothing."
"Hold on, hold on! I'll be right there!" It was a deep bass, almost baritone in some places, of an alien language. The voice was just as the growl was, deep and guttural as it reverberated throughout the room.
At this point, her smiled widened. "Take your time, Momaw. We are in no rush."
"Who...?" The sentence was cut off, as some things were dropped and there was a shuffling of feet as, it could be assumed, the creature was making its way towards them.
Coming from behind a doorway blocked by light tan cloth, an Ithorian showed herself to them. She was older than Virzivil, but still acted as though she was the Kaminoan's age.
"Ayva Starfall! What are you doing here!?" She walked over, her movements a little awkward as her legs were no doubt starting to weaken, as she gave her a long hug, which Ayva gladly returned.
"It has been far too long! How have you been?" It was more of a rhetorical question, but waited for the answer nonetheless.
"Business has been slowing lately. No doubt due to those fallen Jedi. They've been such a menace lately and driving customers away. Not just for me, but for everyone."
Ayva seemed to be un-phased by this as they released their hold on one another. In a hushed tone, she spoke again. "Is that why you're here?" There was excitement and concern in her voice.
This was when she noticed the boy. "Oh, and who is this little sweetheart?"
She turned and moved towards him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "This is my Apprentice, Traven Oli." She gave him a heartfelt look before she looked back at this Momaw.
"It is a pleasure to meet you, Traven." She bowed her head, her gaze lingering on him for politeness before turning back to Ayva.
Ayva, in a hushed tone, replied to Momaw. "To answer your question; yes, that is why we are here." She spoke louder, now, as she continued, "And that is why I have come to you. We are to get clothing that doesn't show who we are so obviously." She almost chuckled as she motioned to Traven in his traditional clothing.
Momaw's 'smile' would have widened, if it wasn't for the reason for their visit. While she was glad, she worried as well. "Well, let's see what I can get you." She started to go towards the back of the shop and rummage around.
Ayva motioned that Traven could look around as she followed Momaw to see what she was up to.
"You look well for being such an old woman. You must tell me your secret!" She chuckled as she spoke, in a high good humor.
Oh, well you know; I got rid of all my mirrors. So now, I just believe I'm young. Is it working?" She turned around to show her face.
While it was aged, it didn't betray that she was close to 70 years old. "It's working perfectly, I'll have to do that some day. I have a few years left though!" It was almost a jab, but it was all in good fun.
Momaw spoke, so she hoped Traven wouldn't be able to hear. "Your parents would be proud of you Ayva. You know that?" It wasn't so much a question as a statement.
As she was looking though, she asked for their sizes. Ayva responded, "The other is about Traven's size. The other is just over 6 feet and built like a wall!" She wasn't going to tell them who they were, as she didn't want to give away too much. She was sure Vizivil was doing more than a fine job with that.
She moved to a new spot, and rummage through some more shelves and bins. Several minutes went by and their banter continued as Ayva looked around halfheartedly while Momaw looked.
Eventually she would find her way to Traven. "Is there anything you like?" She looked down at him, trying to see if he was holding something, and looked around to see if there was anything she thought he might enjoy.
