Post by wonderland on Nov 24, 2012 16:58:42 GMT -5
Name: Misaki Yukimaru
Race: Human
Age: 21
Height: 5'6
Weight: 137 Pounds
Appearance:
The daughter of a woman chosen for her looks she's been graced with beauty. Her skin can be described as sun kissed and without blemish, almost perfection. It compliments her hair well, the dark strands reaching down to the middle of her back when not tied back with something small yet ornate. She keeps herself well kept in appearance and offers a look of grace as well. A break from the traditional order look, but it's one she can't help. She's used to having flowers and such in her hair from her days on Cathar and she receives trinkets often and finds it disrespectful not to wear them.
She stands at average height for her species and is on the thinner side keeping to an athletic runners build. She moves with a dancer's grace which is to be attributed to her training in lightsaber combat which was rather extensive for how old she is. That same training is to blame for her athletic build. The two feeding into one another.
In terms of dress she sticks to the common Jedi robes, but when allowed to break from them likes to wear dresses and robes made from silk. It's a favorite material of hers. The dresses and robes do tend to show a little more shoulder than a Jedi would approve of, but she makes sure not to wear anything that would be over the line. She's always respectful of the order's rules.
Personality:
Misaki, due to her growing up on Cathar, has a strong association with nature and its calmness. That's something that has rubbed off on her. While some describe Cathar as hot heads she hasn't inherited that trait or at least for the most part. Generally speaking Misaki is a driven person who is constantly seeking to improve herself. This is often at odds with the calmer philosophy that she attempts to adopt. She is both like the thing she tries to personify and quite unlike it. Then again nature is temperamental as she can be.
Her obsession with nature really isn't surprising when she grew up alongside the Cathar. Many ignore the things that she believes are the most important which are the simple things like the feeling of the wind in your hair. To her these things are almost holy. This isn't to say that they distract her from tasks at hand, but she is prone to, when able, stop and smell the roses. Another trait she gained from growing up alongside the Cathar is an accepting nature. How can someone raised by a different species have a prejudice? Misaki is exceedingly accepting of others and tries her best to be tolerant even with those who grate her the wrong way.
All of this isn't to say that Misaki is a saint. Even she has a breaking point and when it's reached things tend to get uncomfortable for all involved. Her temper is something she has to work on. Not in the sense of she gets angry frequently, but that when she loses her cool she goes overboard. She can't let go of that anger once its been riled which is a very dangerous trait in a Jedi. Something she's aware of.
Misaki is almost over vigilant of her anger. She tries her best to avoid any sort of angry outburst and prefers to internalize it because she thinks she can bury it. She thinks that doing anything else would possibly lead her to the dark side which is of great concern to her. The reason being simple. She's seen some of her peers fall to the Dark Side and doesn't want to be amongst their ranks. After having adjusted to the order she's come to believe it to be one of the greatest things to have had happen and doesn't want to lose it.
Birth place: Cathar
Faction: Jedi
Rank: Jedi Apprentice
Lightsaber: Standard straight hilt single phase
Color: Purple
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho 4
Makashi 0
Soresu 0
Ataru 3
Shien / Djem So 0
>>Sub-form Backhanded
Niman
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield
Juyo
Double Bladed Combat
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 2
Telepathic: 5
Body: 3
Sense: 2
Protection: 2
Healing: 4
Destruction: 1
Specialized Skills:
Current: Beast Control, Force Comprehension,
Future: Mind Trick (Will eventually learn masquerade and force illusion), Plant Surge (For my own memory more than anything)
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 4
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 5
Leadership: 3
Unarmed: 3
Melee Weapons: 0
Ranged Weapons: 0
Bio:
Misaki was destined to be a slave just like her mother, marked before birth. Her mother was prided for her looks and her father for his accuracy. They were certain the child would inherit the mother's looks and the father's health, a good mix for an entertainer. Her mother couldn't stomach the thought so she did the logical thing. She waited until she had the chance and tried to escape. Tatooine had been her mother's birthplace, but her mother refused for it to be her daughter's.
Escaping was the easy part, but finding anyone that would take a pregnant woman off world was close to impossible. Without any other option she resorted to sneaking on board a ship, a ship heading to Cathar. Once there she found her troubles had yet to end. It seemed this was as far as her journey was intended to go. The woman went into a rather pained labor after getting off the ship and it was only thanks to some kind Cathar souls nearby that the baby was even born. Of course there was a new problem. There was an orphan child in their care. Misaki's mother having not survived the birth. The pair decided that they couldn't, without guilt, leave this babe to die. So they brought her back to their clan where she'd be taken in.
At first the idea was almost rejected, but there was something about the child that warmed their hearts enough to allow it. The pair of Cathar cared for Misaki as if she were their own. That was easy when they couldn't have children of their own. Growing up alongside Cathar wasn't always easy. She had to be one step ahead in some regards because of the natural advantages they had over her. It was almost as if she knew it from the day she was born. She walked sooner than others, comprehended things faster, but nothing too note worthy.
Due to her being raised by Cathar she grew up speaking their language. Some of the Cathar found it odd to see a child snarling their words, but she spoke it her best growing up. It was one of many reasons they still questioned accepting her. It continued until she was six when it would be too little too late. There was a climbing tree in the village that all the Cathar pups at some point or another attempted and succeeded in climbing. It was easy for them in comparison to her because of the claws they possessed. She'd attempted it before, but to no avail which some of the Cathar took as one of many signs she didn't belong. It wasn't until she was six that she proved them wrong. She climbed the tree with determination and effort. Her parents had helped her figure it out. She'd made up for her lack of claws and body strength with intelligence and speed which she'd gained from growing up with the Cathar.
The reason it was too little too late was that a month before her birthday a Jedi Watchmen found his way to their humble village. She'd enjoyed the time after the tree climb. She'd been accepted and allowed to play with more of the pups she'd learned to call friends, but it had come to a close. Her foster parents agreed it would be better for her to be with the order than to remain on Cathar were she may have been accepted by this village, but would never be accepted by all. It was a painful goodbye, but she was sent to the order to be trained.
Due to her age and her attachment to her home world as well as foster parents she wasn't the ideal student when things began. She rebelled and questioned at every turn and did so for about a year. Misaki was by no means a talented force user, she was average at best, but that didn't mean they turned a blind eye to her. Her sorrows weren't ignored, her cries weren't unanswered. A young Jedi Knight, who could understand her plight and had taken to spending time with the younglings experiencing difficulties, paid her a visit. The young jedi knight, named Emma, became a close friend of hers as weeks turned to months. It was thanks to her that Misaki was able to adjust to her new surroundings.
Misaki's other issue was the lack of open space. She couldn't stand being caged up in the jedi temple which was like a prison in comparison to her wide open home world of Cathar. The closest she was able to get to the trees and grass beneath her feet were the gardens in the temple which were often her haunts. Some of her peers would join her and others avoided her. Some actually found the girl intimidating because of her preference for speaking in Catharese which involved quite a bit of growling. It was like Cathar all over again, but she'd developed a thick skin from those days.
During her time as a youngling it was easy to see that she was an oddity or at least an interesting force sensitive. She wasn't specifically skilled in general areas, but specifics. She was almost a niche force sensitive if you would. An example would be that she wasn't gifted at telepathy, but she showed the seeds of beast mastery. That being shown by her tendency to spend time with animals that she called to herself or the animals kept in the temple that she was able to interact with.
It seemed those niche abilities didn't mesh well with any of the jedi who were taking on padawans. At the age of twelve most of her peers had been chosen and yet she remained. It seemed she'd be the last of the litter once more or heading to the corps. Instead of focusing on that possibility she buried her nose in books to try and improve her chances. That was where her interest in healing was found as well as the beginnings of Force Comprehension. Reading about the force users who had done great feats of healing served as an inspiration for her and led to her requesting to learn about it in her studies. Seeing as how she only had a few more months until her fourteenth birthday and the corps the request was honored. It was due to that training that she met the man that would be her master, Jedi Knight Ardor.
Having narrowly avoided the corps just as she'd narrowly avoided missing out the chance of even becoming a padawan her training under a Jedi Knight began. Ardor fostered her interest in healing instead of combat. His general focus for her being on the force and diplomacy which is the cause for her typically calm nature and interest in nonviolent conflict resolution. Together the pair went on small missions that dealt with assisting someone in need to further teach her humility. He wanted her to be grounded fully in the jedi code before teaching her anything more than the basics he'd already taught her.
It wasn't until one particular mission when she was fifteen and a half that he decided it was time to teach her more than just the basics. It was on a mission of diplomacy, a small matter, that her temper revealed itself. They were trying to settle a quarrel between two warlords and Misaki voiced her opinion on the matter which was in favor of one over the other. That opinion, while coming from a fifteen year old, was still viewed as an extension of the order due to her carrying a lightsaber which came with certain clout regardless of if it were a training saber or Jedi Master's. Her master was barely able to smooth over her blunder, well he wasn't able to at all. The warlord that hadn't gotten Misaki's approving remark felt slighted and that led to anger. He felt the only way to resolve things was through violence. Misaki did the best defending herself, but she didn't know as much about combat as the Warlord and his guards. Ultimately her master had to deal with the threat alone while she got the other Warlord to safety.
After that mission she was given both a lecture and instruction. What she'd done had turned the situation for the worse. She obviously needed a lesson in how to handle political situations. It was a sign of poor leadership, but she made it clear she had no interest in leading. Of course she was humbled by her master's words. "If you want to make a difference you'll have to lead in one way or another." Even with those words and the knowledge that she was to blame for what happened she continues to struggle with her leadership skills. She also needed lessons on how to handle herself in combat.
The beginning of her lightsaber combat lessons weren't actually on how to use a lightsaber, but how to avoid using one. Her master continuing his belief in avoiding combat. After having survived those lectures she began sparring with him. He taught her primarily the defensive side of Shii-Cho, but it was obvious the style wasn't meant for her. It was obvious that while she shared his nonviolent approach she required a more aggressive style. Something more fitting of her Cathar roots. While her temper was often reeled in in combat it wanted to be let lose. That was the reason he started teaching her bits and pieces of the other styles to see what would work best for her specifically. He found it to be Ataru and not Shien as he'd anticipated, her speed being more helpful in Ataru than Shien. With that in mind he taught her more of Ataru than Shien, but he still brought her back to the basics to ensure her saber work wouldn't be sloppy.
Lightsaber training wasn't all that she learned in those years. Her master also fostered her interest in force healing as well as her ability to communicate with animals. It was due to that that he gifted her with a Siamese like cat that would keep her company when on Coruscant. It was with this cat that she practiced Beast Mastery and has gained such a command over it. This pet was also a gift for her sixteenth birthday.
Something that was noted while undergoing training was her ability to comprehend things at a greater speed than most. This was when she was credited with the ability to use Force Comprehension something that gained her master's respect. It wasn't a gift everyone had access to after all. It was why he assigned her a large portion of work that was theorized which is why most of her power over the force is theory over practice. However that makes less of a difference due to her ability to easily apply it due to her gift of comprehension. Her niche ability compliments/makes it easier for her to integrate read knowledge into actual practice.
Once she'd reached, what he considered, an adequate ability to protect herself they began going on missions once more. It was through such a mission that her gift to manipulate plants was discovered as well. Her master and she had a mission on a heavily wooded world to track someone down for the Republic. While searching for them they fell into a plant based trap. Vines that grew around their prey until they were completely surrounded and then it would release digestive juices. Through the force she was able to command the plant to release them. It was another action that gained her master's respect.
With the missions completion her relationship with her master had become more relaxed. He didn't quite view her as an equal, but close to since she'd saved both of them from certain death. From that grew a complicated relationship that would be blamed on the hormones of a teenage and a Jedi Knight taking on an apprentice too soon. All that could really be said was that it started with a Lightsaber crystal, a purple one. It was a gift from master to student that became more of a gift from a man to a woman. It was also his way of saying she was ready for her own lightsaber. She'd still been using a lightsaber that had been given to her as a temporary one.
Love would be too strong a word for the relationship that tore the Master and student apart. It was a kiss here and there and a poorly conceived relationship that did them in. They'd gotten away with it for about six months, she was eighteen. The order forbid the two to see one another any longer and dissolved their master student relationship. Misaki got the worst of it. She was still a padawan and years from becoming a Knight. There was no master waiting for her either.
For the last three years Misaki has been training underneath a new master. While the relationship is by no means a close one it has allowed her to improve in her lightsaber combat skills. Lightsaber combat serving as a way for her to vent out her anger at her previous master and the order. She's angry about being forced away from him, but understands the reasons why. She may be angry at the order, but she still understands that what she did was wrong.
It was during this time she reflected upon her actions and built her lightsaber. She kept the purple crystal she'd been gifted with as a remainder of her folly. She included it within its construction to remind her of the poor choices she'd made. She hoped for it to be a beacon of light that would keep her from straying.
RP Sample:
The heat of the blade paled in comparison to the burning in her heart. The purple light was vibrant, pulsating, the only thing she could see in the haze of her fury. She thanked the force that she was fighting a training robot and not a fellow padawan. She wasn't certain of how in control she was of her temper at the moment. With one strike dealt she'd turned her body so that the blade was behind her back and she was side ways to the droid. With a deep breath she collected herself for that brief moment before her next attack. She'd put the droid in an unbalanced position after her last harsh assault. She was certain it would still be recovering which was why she had to act quickly. She launched herself forward, taking advantage of her superior speed, and brought the saber upward. She'd been dragging it along the ground as she'd advanced leaving a trail of sparks in her pursuit. Her left hand went to the hilt for added stability as she brought the saber skyward. With one fell swoop the duel was over. She'd slipped under the droids guard and delivered a fatal blow to the chest that had cleaved metal from metal all the way up to the head.
Misaki pressed the button that brought her saber to life to kill the roar of light. Her chest heaved as she attempted to catch her breath. The moment of intensity was short, but that didn't take away from how taxing it could be. Of course the anger was still burning in her chest. She'd come here to relieve some of it in hopes of returning to her natural calm, but the storm had been awoken and it refused to sleep now. She put her lightsaber back in its holster hoping that she could rein in her anger before doing something rash to the already decimated droid. That didn't work.After attaching her lightsaber to its holster she turned to face the droid once more and thrust her hand forward. The droid was thrown backwards, unable to resist her strength. She still wasn't satisfied. It wasn't until she'd done it again and buried the droid in a wall that she found some of her anger sated.
"Control yourself!" Misaki was screaming in her head. She was falling to pieces and she didn't know why. She couldn't control her anger, it was besting her and it was only worsening the situation. Ever since the order had taken away her master things had been like this. She struggled and they had to know, but they didn't do anything. They didn't send her a new master. They didn't offer someone who could teach her to rein in her anger so that she could be calm enough to serve the order as she dreamed of doing.
With an exasperated sigh she ran her fingers through her hair. In one last attempt to calm herself she closed her eyes and walked. She walked out of the training room and went in search of the guardians. Even with her eyes closed she knew the way. The hour was late so there was no one to bump into or interrupt her urgent pace. Walking had long since turned to running, blind running. She was glad no one was here to see her like this.
Finally after what felt like an eternity she was standing in the cool grass of the gardens. She stepped forward and put her hands against the tree that had long since been her place of safety. Leaning against the cool rough bark she lost herself in the texture. She lost herself in her only friend, her only remainder of Cathar where things had been simple. She missed her home. She loved the order. She wanted to help the Republic and follow the Jedi Code, but its restrictions made life harder than she'd dreamed. She wanted this, but she questioned if she could do it.
"Hello?"
"A familiar voice? Could it be...no" Her thoughts as she turned to see who was intruding upon her moment of peace. It wasn't the man she'd called master and friend. It was someone she'd only called friend and long ago back when they'd both been younglings. Now they'd grown apart.
"Whatbrings you here? I thought I was the only person who came to the gardens at this hour."
She'd found her voice again after the brief silence between them. Her eyes on him and his eyes on her.
"Something just told me this was where I needed to be right now."
Race: Human
Age: 21
Height: 5'6
Weight: 137 Pounds
Appearance:
The daughter of a woman chosen for her looks she's been graced with beauty. Her skin can be described as sun kissed and without blemish, almost perfection. It compliments her hair well, the dark strands reaching down to the middle of her back when not tied back with something small yet ornate. She keeps herself well kept in appearance and offers a look of grace as well. A break from the traditional order look, but it's one she can't help. She's used to having flowers and such in her hair from her days on Cathar and she receives trinkets often and finds it disrespectful not to wear them.
She stands at average height for her species and is on the thinner side keeping to an athletic runners build. She moves with a dancer's grace which is to be attributed to her training in lightsaber combat which was rather extensive for how old she is. That same training is to blame for her athletic build. The two feeding into one another.
In terms of dress she sticks to the common Jedi robes, but when allowed to break from them likes to wear dresses and robes made from silk. It's a favorite material of hers. The dresses and robes do tend to show a little more shoulder than a Jedi would approve of, but she makes sure not to wear anything that would be over the line. She's always respectful of the order's rules.
Personality:
Misaki, due to her growing up on Cathar, has a strong association with nature and its calmness. That's something that has rubbed off on her. While some describe Cathar as hot heads she hasn't inherited that trait or at least for the most part. Generally speaking Misaki is a driven person who is constantly seeking to improve herself. This is often at odds with the calmer philosophy that she attempts to adopt. She is both like the thing she tries to personify and quite unlike it. Then again nature is temperamental as she can be.
Her obsession with nature really isn't surprising when she grew up alongside the Cathar. Many ignore the things that she believes are the most important which are the simple things like the feeling of the wind in your hair. To her these things are almost holy. This isn't to say that they distract her from tasks at hand, but she is prone to, when able, stop and smell the roses. Another trait she gained from growing up alongside the Cathar is an accepting nature. How can someone raised by a different species have a prejudice? Misaki is exceedingly accepting of others and tries her best to be tolerant even with those who grate her the wrong way.
All of this isn't to say that Misaki is a saint. Even she has a breaking point and when it's reached things tend to get uncomfortable for all involved. Her temper is something she has to work on. Not in the sense of she gets angry frequently, but that when she loses her cool she goes overboard. She can't let go of that anger once its been riled which is a very dangerous trait in a Jedi. Something she's aware of.
Misaki is almost over vigilant of her anger. She tries her best to avoid any sort of angry outburst and prefers to internalize it because she thinks she can bury it. She thinks that doing anything else would possibly lead her to the dark side which is of great concern to her. The reason being simple. She's seen some of her peers fall to the Dark Side and doesn't want to be amongst their ranks. After having adjusted to the order she's come to believe it to be one of the greatest things to have had happen and doesn't want to lose it.
Birth place: Cathar
Faction: Jedi
Rank: Jedi Apprentice
Lightsaber: Standard straight hilt single phase
Color: Purple
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho 4
Makashi 0
Soresu 0
Ataru 3
Shien / Djem So 0
>>Sub-form Backhanded
Niman
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield
Juyo
Double Bladed Combat
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 2
Telepathic: 5
Body: 3
Sense: 2
Protection: 2
Healing: 4
Destruction: 1
Specialized Skills:
Current: Beast Control, Force Comprehension,
Future: Mind Trick (Will eventually learn masquerade and force illusion), Plant Surge (For my own memory more than anything)
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 4
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 5
Leadership: 3
Unarmed: 3
Melee Weapons: 0
Ranged Weapons: 0
Bio:
Misaki was destined to be a slave just like her mother, marked before birth. Her mother was prided for her looks and her father for his accuracy. They were certain the child would inherit the mother's looks and the father's health, a good mix for an entertainer. Her mother couldn't stomach the thought so she did the logical thing. She waited until she had the chance and tried to escape. Tatooine had been her mother's birthplace, but her mother refused for it to be her daughter's.
Escaping was the easy part, but finding anyone that would take a pregnant woman off world was close to impossible. Without any other option she resorted to sneaking on board a ship, a ship heading to Cathar. Once there she found her troubles had yet to end. It seemed this was as far as her journey was intended to go. The woman went into a rather pained labor after getting off the ship and it was only thanks to some kind Cathar souls nearby that the baby was even born. Of course there was a new problem. There was an orphan child in their care. Misaki's mother having not survived the birth. The pair decided that they couldn't, without guilt, leave this babe to die. So they brought her back to their clan where she'd be taken in.
At first the idea was almost rejected, but there was something about the child that warmed their hearts enough to allow it. The pair of Cathar cared for Misaki as if she were their own. That was easy when they couldn't have children of their own. Growing up alongside Cathar wasn't always easy. She had to be one step ahead in some regards because of the natural advantages they had over her. It was almost as if she knew it from the day she was born. She walked sooner than others, comprehended things faster, but nothing too note worthy.
Due to her being raised by Cathar she grew up speaking their language. Some of the Cathar found it odd to see a child snarling their words, but she spoke it her best growing up. It was one of many reasons they still questioned accepting her. It continued until she was six when it would be too little too late. There was a climbing tree in the village that all the Cathar pups at some point or another attempted and succeeded in climbing. It was easy for them in comparison to her because of the claws they possessed. She'd attempted it before, but to no avail which some of the Cathar took as one of many signs she didn't belong. It wasn't until she was six that she proved them wrong. She climbed the tree with determination and effort. Her parents had helped her figure it out. She'd made up for her lack of claws and body strength with intelligence and speed which she'd gained from growing up with the Cathar.
The reason it was too little too late was that a month before her birthday a Jedi Watchmen found his way to their humble village. She'd enjoyed the time after the tree climb. She'd been accepted and allowed to play with more of the pups she'd learned to call friends, but it had come to a close. Her foster parents agreed it would be better for her to be with the order than to remain on Cathar were she may have been accepted by this village, but would never be accepted by all. It was a painful goodbye, but she was sent to the order to be trained.
Due to her age and her attachment to her home world as well as foster parents she wasn't the ideal student when things began. She rebelled and questioned at every turn and did so for about a year. Misaki was by no means a talented force user, she was average at best, but that didn't mean they turned a blind eye to her. Her sorrows weren't ignored, her cries weren't unanswered. A young Jedi Knight, who could understand her plight and had taken to spending time with the younglings experiencing difficulties, paid her a visit. The young jedi knight, named Emma, became a close friend of hers as weeks turned to months. It was thanks to her that Misaki was able to adjust to her new surroundings.
Misaki's other issue was the lack of open space. She couldn't stand being caged up in the jedi temple which was like a prison in comparison to her wide open home world of Cathar. The closest she was able to get to the trees and grass beneath her feet were the gardens in the temple which were often her haunts. Some of her peers would join her and others avoided her. Some actually found the girl intimidating because of her preference for speaking in Catharese which involved quite a bit of growling. It was like Cathar all over again, but she'd developed a thick skin from those days.
During her time as a youngling it was easy to see that she was an oddity or at least an interesting force sensitive. She wasn't specifically skilled in general areas, but specifics. She was almost a niche force sensitive if you would. An example would be that she wasn't gifted at telepathy, but she showed the seeds of beast mastery. That being shown by her tendency to spend time with animals that she called to herself or the animals kept in the temple that she was able to interact with.
It seemed those niche abilities didn't mesh well with any of the jedi who were taking on padawans. At the age of twelve most of her peers had been chosen and yet she remained. It seemed she'd be the last of the litter once more or heading to the corps. Instead of focusing on that possibility she buried her nose in books to try and improve her chances. That was where her interest in healing was found as well as the beginnings of Force Comprehension. Reading about the force users who had done great feats of healing served as an inspiration for her and led to her requesting to learn about it in her studies. Seeing as how she only had a few more months until her fourteenth birthday and the corps the request was honored. It was due to that training that she met the man that would be her master, Jedi Knight Ardor.
Having narrowly avoided the corps just as she'd narrowly avoided missing out the chance of even becoming a padawan her training under a Jedi Knight began. Ardor fostered her interest in healing instead of combat. His general focus for her being on the force and diplomacy which is the cause for her typically calm nature and interest in nonviolent conflict resolution. Together the pair went on small missions that dealt with assisting someone in need to further teach her humility. He wanted her to be grounded fully in the jedi code before teaching her anything more than the basics he'd already taught her.
It wasn't until one particular mission when she was fifteen and a half that he decided it was time to teach her more than just the basics. It was on a mission of diplomacy, a small matter, that her temper revealed itself. They were trying to settle a quarrel between two warlords and Misaki voiced her opinion on the matter which was in favor of one over the other. That opinion, while coming from a fifteen year old, was still viewed as an extension of the order due to her carrying a lightsaber which came with certain clout regardless of if it were a training saber or Jedi Master's. Her master was barely able to smooth over her blunder, well he wasn't able to at all. The warlord that hadn't gotten Misaki's approving remark felt slighted and that led to anger. He felt the only way to resolve things was through violence. Misaki did the best defending herself, but she didn't know as much about combat as the Warlord and his guards. Ultimately her master had to deal with the threat alone while she got the other Warlord to safety.
After that mission she was given both a lecture and instruction. What she'd done had turned the situation for the worse. She obviously needed a lesson in how to handle political situations. It was a sign of poor leadership, but she made it clear she had no interest in leading. Of course she was humbled by her master's words. "If you want to make a difference you'll have to lead in one way or another." Even with those words and the knowledge that she was to blame for what happened she continues to struggle with her leadership skills. She also needed lessons on how to handle herself in combat.
The beginning of her lightsaber combat lessons weren't actually on how to use a lightsaber, but how to avoid using one. Her master continuing his belief in avoiding combat. After having survived those lectures she began sparring with him. He taught her primarily the defensive side of Shii-Cho, but it was obvious the style wasn't meant for her. It was obvious that while she shared his nonviolent approach she required a more aggressive style. Something more fitting of her Cathar roots. While her temper was often reeled in in combat it wanted to be let lose. That was the reason he started teaching her bits and pieces of the other styles to see what would work best for her specifically. He found it to be Ataru and not Shien as he'd anticipated, her speed being more helpful in Ataru than Shien. With that in mind he taught her more of Ataru than Shien, but he still brought her back to the basics to ensure her saber work wouldn't be sloppy.
Lightsaber training wasn't all that she learned in those years. Her master also fostered her interest in force healing as well as her ability to communicate with animals. It was due to that that he gifted her with a Siamese like cat that would keep her company when on Coruscant. It was with this cat that she practiced Beast Mastery and has gained such a command over it. This pet was also a gift for her sixteenth birthday.
Something that was noted while undergoing training was her ability to comprehend things at a greater speed than most. This was when she was credited with the ability to use Force Comprehension something that gained her master's respect. It wasn't a gift everyone had access to after all. It was why he assigned her a large portion of work that was theorized which is why most of her power over the force is theory over practice. However that makes less of a difference due to her ability to easily apply it due to her gift of comprehension. Her niche ability compliments/makes it easier for her to integrate read knowledge into actual practice.
Once she'd reached, what he considered, an adequate ability to protect herself they began going on missions once more. It was through such a mission that her gift to manipulate plants was discovered as well. Her master and she had a mission on a heavily wooded world to track someone down for the Republic. While searching for them they fell into a plant based trap. Vines that grew around their prey until they were completely surrounded and then it would release digestive juices. Through the force she was able to command the plant to release them. It was another action that gained her master's respect.
With the missions completion her relationship with her master had become more relaxed. He didn't quite view her as an equal, but close to since she'd saved both of them from certain death. From that grew a complicated relationship that would be blamed on the hormones of a teenage and a Jedi Knight taking on an apprentice too soon. All that could really be said was that it started with a Lightsaber crystal, a purple one. It was a gift from master to student that became more of a gift from a man to a woman. It was also his way of saying she was ready for her own lightsaber. She'd still been using a lightsaber that had been given to her as a temporary one.
Love would be too strong a word for the relationship that tore the Master and student apart. It was a kiss here and there and a poorly conceived relationship that did them in. They'd gotten away with it for about six months, she was eighteen. The order forbid the two to see one another any longer and dissolved their master student relationship. Misaki got the worst of it. She was still a padawan and years from becoming a Knight. There was no master waiting for her either.
For the last three years Misaki has been training underneath a new master. While the relationship is by no means a close one it has allowed her to improve in her lightsaber combat skills. Lightsaber combat serving as a way for her to vent out her anger at her previous master and the order. She's angry about being forced away from him, but understands the reasons why. She may be angry at the order, but she still understands that what she did was wrong.
It was during this time she reflected upon her actions and built her lightsaber. She kept the purple crystal she'd been gifted with as a remainder of her folly. She included it within its construction to remind her of the poor choices she'd made. She hoped for it to be a beacon of light that would keep her from straying.
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The heat of the blade paled in comparison to the burning in her heart. The purple light was vibrant, pulsating, the only thing she could see in the haze of her fury. She thanked the force that she was fighting a training robot and not a fellow padawan. She wasn't certain of how in control she was of her temper at the moment. With one strike dealt she'd turned her body so that the blade was behind her back and she was side ways to the droid. With a deep breath she collected herself for that brief moment before her next attack. She'd put the droid in an unbalanced position after her last harsh assault. She was certain it would still be recovering which was why she had to act quickly. She launched herself forward, taking advantage of her superior speed, and brought the saber upward. She'd been dragging it along the ground as she'd advanced leaving a trail of sparks in her pursuit. Her left hand went to the hilt for added stability as she brought the saber skyward. With one fell swoop the duel was over. She'd slipped under the droids guard and delivered a fatal blow to the chest that had cleaved metal from metal all the way up to the head.
Misaki pressed the button that brought her saber to life to kill the roar of light. Her chest heaved as she attempted to catch her breath. The moment of intensity was short, but that didn't take away from how taxing it could be. Of course the anger was still burning in her chest. She'd come here to relieve some of it in hopes of returning to her natural calm, but the storm had been awoken and it refused to sleep now. She put her lightsaber back in its holster hoping that she could rein in her anger before doing something rash to the already decimated droid. That didn't work.After attaching her lightsaber to its holster she turned to face the droid once more and thrust her hand forward. The droid was thrown backwards, unable to resist her strength. She still wasn't satisfied. It wasn't until she'd done it again and buried the droid in a wall that she found some of her anger sated.
"Control yourself!" Misaki was screaming in her head. She was falling to pieces and she didn't know why. She couldn't control her anger, it was besting her and it was only worsening the situation. Ever since the order had taken away her master things had been like this. She struggled and they had to know, but they didn't do anything. They didn't send her a new master. They didn't offer someone who could teach her to rein in her anger so that she could be calm enough to serve the order as she dreamed of doing.
With an exasperated sigh she ran her fingers through her hair. In one last attempt to calm herself she closed her eyes and walked. She walked out of the training room and went in search of the guardians. Even with her eyes closed she knew the way. The hour was late so there was no one to bump into or interrupt her urgent pace. Walking had long since turned to running, blind running. She was glad no one was here to see her like this.
Finally after what felt like an eternity she was standing in the cool grass of the gardens. She stepped forward and put her hands against the tree that had long since been her place of safety. Leaning against the cool rough bark she lost herself in the texture. She lost herself in her only friend, her only remainder of Cathar where things had been simple. She missed her home. She loved the order. She wanted to help the Republic and follow the Jedi Code, but its restrictions made life harder than she'd dreamed. She wanted this, but she questioned if she could do it.
"Hello?"
"A familiar voice? Could it be...no" Her thoughts as she turned to see who was intruding upon her moment of peace. It wasn't the man she'd called master and friend. It was someone she'd only called friend and long ago back when they'd both been younglings. Now they'd grown apart.
"Whatbrings you here? I thought I was the only person who came to the gardens at this hour."
She'd found her voice again after the brief silence between them. Her eyes on him and his eyes on her.
"Something just told me this was where I needed to be right now."
