Post by Aven on Oct 11, 2016 21:49:07 GMT -5
Name: Shirah Caelum
Race: Devaronian
Age: 28
Birthplace: Ton-biri, Devaron
Allegiance: Neutral
Status: Wanderer
Rank: Grey Jedi Knight
Height/Weight: 5'11” 215lbs
Appearance: Shirah is a fit woman with an athletic build, she stands in at five foot eleven inches tall and weighs two hundred and fifteen pounds. Her higher than average weight is due to the denser than average body structure of her species. Her skin and hair are white, while her eyes are a bright violet color. On her forehead, where a male devaronian has horns, she has two black spots. Across the bridge of her nose and onto her cheeks and forehead are smaller black freckle-like spots. Both of her ears are pointed and pierced.
Her style of dress changes depending on the need, however, she normally wears simple clothes. A long sleeved shirt, pants, and boots typically in lighter colors. Over that, she wears layered robes that hang down to her shins, both sides, the front, and the back all have a slit from the waist down for ease of movement. Around her waist is a utility belt, a holdover from her days as a Jedi. Her lightsaber hangs on her left hip, she wears bracers on both arms, her left one has a small holoprojector and a comlink built in. On her right arm, starting at her shoulder and ending a few inches above her wrist, is a black circuitry tattoo.
Her violet eyes have been described as possessing a raptor quality, her gaze being intense when the need arises. There are two pieces of jewelry she always wears, even if they are hidden under her clothes. A necklace with five durasteel beads that rest high on her neck, and a jeweled anklet on her right ankle.
Personality: Shirah is a woman of simple tastes, she likes to make people smile and laugh, she's quick with a joke when one is needed. She likes to drink tea and is always up for finding a new type to try. She is inquisitive and almost constantly has some question she wants answered, and is more than happy to do the research herself to get the question answered. This has led her to develop a small amount of knowledge over a wide variety of subjects. Though, she is of the belief that there is always more to learn, no matter how much you know.
However, she does have her flaws. She is a firm defender of the innocent, even if it means her own life would be forfeit. She is confident in her skills, at times that confidence borders on overconfidence and pride. She thinks, and acts, quickly. Sometimes she acts too quickly, without fully thinking the problem through, a trait she is working on improving. Shirah questions everything, and has a tendency to not believe things she is told until she can research it further. It is less out of a distrust of people, quite the contrary she trust people very much, she simply wishes to have correct information whenever possible.
Shirah believes firmly in people, and believes that they will, when given the chance, do the right thing. She always tries to do the right thing, and if she makes a mistake, she tends to dwell on it until she can make it right. She does, however, have control over her emotions due in large part to her training as a Jedi. Shirah doesn't block her emotions out, nor does she let them control her. She controls them while still feeling them, and she firmly believes that this is the path to true balance.
Ships/Vehicles: Shirah owns her father's old shuttle, a small yacht that he used to travel the galaxy. It has been named the Rogue Star.
Equipment: Shirah wears a utility belt around her waist containing a days worth of rations, an aquata breather, a compressed air grappling hook, a spare comlink, an imagecaster, a basic tool kit, a med-kit, a glowrod, a smuggler's scrambler, and her violet bladed lightsaber. On her left wrist is her primary comlink.
Stats: (Feeble, Below Average, Average, Above Average, Superior, Legendary)
Strength – Average
Agility – Superior
Intelligence – Above Average
Charisma – Average
Force Stats: (Unskilled, Novice, Apprentice, Adept, Expert, Master)
Telekinetic – Adept
Telepathic – Apprentice
Body – Adept
Sense – Adept
Protection – Expert
Healing: – Unskilled
Destruction: – Apprentice
Combat Training: (Unskilled, Novice, Apprentice, Adept, Expert, Master)
Tae-Jitsu – Adept
Force Training: (Unskilled, Novice, Apprentice, Adept, Expert, Master)
Force Deflection – Adept
Electric Judgment – Novice
Other Training: (Unskilled, Novice, Apprentice, Adept, Expert, Master)
Piloting – Adept
Acrobatics – Expert
Survival Skills – Adept
Lightsaber Training: (Untrained, Novice, Apprentice, Adept, Expert, Master, Specialist)
Shii-Cho – Adept
Makashi – Expert
Soresu – Adept
Ataru – Untrained
Shien/Djem So – Untrained
>>Sub-form Backhanded – Untrained
Niman – Apprentice
>>Sub-form Jar-kai – Untrained
Juyo – Untrained
Double Bladed Combat – Untrained
Biography: Shirah Caelum was born to wealthy parents in Ton-biri on the planet Devaron, as is the custom she was tested for Force-Sensitivity at birth, and found to be strong in the Force. Her parents discussed it for a long time before they agreed to give their daughter up to the Jedi, neither were really ready to be parents. And neither thought they could give their young violet eyed daughter what she needed, yet. And so, they gave their daughter to the Jedi, knowing she would be well cared for and have a bright future ahead of her.
Shirah was sent to Coruscant when she was just a few weeks old, the only thing she knew was the life of a Jedi. From an early age she liked to dance, at first it was nothing more than the stumbling would be dancing of a toddler, but as she got older she became more graceful, and she danced for fun and also to entertain her peers. As she got older, she started to incorporate Force based acrobatics into her dancing. It both helped her training, and made things more challenging, she was required to focus on the Force, and on her movements. This gave her an incredible ability to focus on the task at hand, though it was best applied when she was doing something physical.
She excelled when it came to learning how to use her lightsaber, quickly moving to the top of her class in that regard. When it came to learning how to use the Force, however, she was barely average in her class, if not slightly under average. She never gave up however, and she kept practicing. She helped those that struggled with lightsaber training, and they in turn helped her with the Force. Shirah had some skill when it came to enhancing herself physically with the Force, but she struggled more when it came to telekinesis or telepathy. However, she excelled in one area of the Force, the one area that she could help her fellow younglings with. She could erect a powerful Force barrier.
As she got older, she ceaselessly started asking questions. Eventually she started spending as much time in the Temple archives as she spent in training. Shirah absorbed knowledge, however she didn't study any one thing too deeply. Instead she studied whatever she was interested in until she had a basic understanding of it, and then moved on to the next question she wanted answered. Many masters presumed that she would go on to become a Jedi Librarian, that is, until they saw her in training. She threw herself into her lessons, especially when her lessons involved a lightsaber, or the tae-jitsu she started studying when she got older.
Shirah was chosen as a Padawan when she was ten years old, she was chosen by a male miraluka Jedi Master named Mihkad Tukdur. Master Tukdur saw something in the young devaronian, a fire burning in her to learn and experience everything she could. But she would never be content to sit by and let others go out and learn things first hand, no, she had to go out and see whatever she could. She had to learn first hand, learn and see whatever she could see. The miraluka liked that, and decided to bring the youngling under his tutelage. She proved to be a near mirror image of him. As a padawan, Tukdur had questioned his master at every opportunity, and Shirah did the exact same.
Her master started her training at once, pushing her and everything she knew to her very limits, learning what she could and couldn't do. Tukdur learned what she still had to learn, what her limits were, and most importantly, what she needed to learn to cover as many of her shortcomings as possible. Due to her natural agility and acrobatic skills, he initially believed her perfect for training in Form IV, Ataru, but then he saw her precision as she practiced. She placed her lightsaber where she wanted it to strike, and if she missed, she practiced over and over until she got the motion correct. And then, Tukdur saw her dance, that was when he decided that her agility could be put to another use. The second lightsaber form, Makashi.
Shirah took to it almost immediately, it let her use her skill at dancing, her precision, and her imagination. She loved the form, it allowed her to exercise her creativity, and it didn't leave her relying on form, and instead allowing her to out-think and out-move her opponent. She was agile, precise, and creative. It was almost like she had been made for Makashi, the form felt as natural to her as breathing did. She devoted herself to the study of Makashi, and her master was thrilled with how she took to it. The form still had it's weaknesses, but they would come to address them in time. When she had better learned Makashi.
Along with Makashi, Master Tukdur started working with her abilities to use the Force. She could create barriers easily, ones that exceeded those that her fellow Padawans could make. She also had no issues enhancing her physical abilities with the Force, a task she found nearly as easy as making barriers. However she had difficulties with telekinesis, and telepathic skills as well. Her senses were passable, but there was plenty of room for improvement. He started giving her exercises to improve her skills, lifting objects while she meditated, stretching her senses as far as she could while keeping them sensitive. Any frustrating task her master could have her do with the Force, he did. She did hand stands while navigating small objects through an obstacle course, attempting a mind trick while remotes fired blasts at her.
Before she knew it, three years had passed in her training, her skills grew, and she was finally going on her first serious mission with her master. She had been on other missions, but they were mostly simple things, recovering information and missions that involved searching for someone or something. But not this time, this time they were tasked with negotiating a peace treaty between a planet and it's moon before they descended into war. The moon was angry with it's parent planet, because the rulers of the planet were mining the moon to excess, ruining the satellite and not providing enough safety measures for the workers. The workers had started rebelling, and the Jedi had been called to settle this peacefully, before it escalated into all out war.
Shirah was excited for the mission, she was eager to see her master in action, and to learn whatever she could from this experience. She had learned a little about negotiations in her studies, but she had never been a part of one before. They negotiations started off well, one of the dignitaries started it off with a joke, trying to keep the mood light, and then they started in earnest. Shirah mostly remained quiet, listening as her master had instructed her to do. She only spoke when spoken to, or if she had something of value to contribute. She remained quiet mostly, so as not to ruin the negotiations on accident. The only time she contributed to the negotiations, she caught an error on a datapad that would have cost both the planet and the moon millions of credits. It was simply misplaced punctuation, but it was something her master wouldn't have been able to catch.
The mission was a success, and Shirah and her master were invited to stay for a banquet to celebrate the successful negotiations. The banquet was nothing too fancy, mostly just as much food as could be piled on a table and lots of laughing and stories. And several jokes that Master Tukdur tried to hide from his padawan, and met with partial success. The trip home held some awkward questions for the Jedi Master, and things that cause teenagers everywhere to giggle. While the mission was a success, Tukdur made Shirah meditate on what could have happened if the mission had been a failure, trying to instill a sense of caution in his apprentice. He wanted to make sure the young woman knew that her actions had consequences. The mission was a success, but it could have gone very wrong, very easily.
Shirah spent the trip back to Coruscant in meditation, considering what could have gone wrong. Aside from both parties possibly losing millions of credits, the economy could have crashed. Or one could have taken advantage of the other and started a planet ending war. It could have ended in bloodshed, it could have even gone better. Not much better probably, but it could have gone better. She spoke about all of this with her master, and he coached her about other possibilities. He charged her with watching her actions, and understanding possible consequences. Tukdur and Shirah spent hours talking, Tukdur coaching on the consequences of actions, and Shirah asking questions so that she understood everything possible.
Time moved on for Shirah, she kept learning everything her master would teach her. Slowly, her less developed skills started to improve. She could do more with the Force, her skills with Makashi and Soresu both grew. She continued to go on missions with her master, mostly peace keeping and diplomatic missions. Not really ones that extended into her main skill set, but she remained quiet and learned what she could. Whenever she was in the temple, she was glued to the archives, learning everything she could from history to languages to science. She developed a working knowledge of a variety of subjects, though she was by no means an expert in any of them.
When Shirah was sixteen years old, her master decided that it was time for her to construct a new lightsaber. Most of the parts were easy to find, they were simple enough. The only piece she had trouble finding was the crystal. It proved to be the most illusive piece, and it wasn't even that she couldn't find lightsaber crystals. She found three, but they didn't feel right. They weren't her's. Shirah was starting to feel like she would never find her crystal, until she did. She found in it a market stall on Coruscant, it called to her. She could hear it from blocks away until she saw it, shining and waiting for her.
Before she could purchase it however, it was stolen by a young twi'lek who was looking to feed his family. Shirah chased him for several blocks, almost losing him. She would have lost him if it hadn't been for the crystal calling to her. When she finally did track him down, she brought him back to the stall owner. Shirah was given the crystal, the owner not knowing what it was or how much it was worth, and the twi'lek begged, explaining why he'd done it. Shirah tried to convince the stall owner to find work for him, let him lean away from a life of crime. She barely succeeded in convincing the owner not to involve the police, but was unable to get him a job.
Shirah thought quickly, and then promptly took the would be thief to a nearby restaurant, getting him a job washing dishes. It wasn't glamorous, but it was better than stealing. She immediately returned to her master and told him everything that had happened. He was proud that she didn't just give the young twi'lek money, that wouldn't have solved his problems. And would have potentially just caused him to think that getting caught could be profitable. He did urge her to check more thoroughly, however, what if he didn't have a family? Or, what if this hadn't been his first offense? She could have let someone more dangerous go, Shirah considered his words, and decided to be more careful in the future.
It took her a few hours to set the crystal correctly in her lightsaber, but the blue blade sprang to life. She was proud of her achievement, it was another step toward her becoming a full Jedi. Shirah continued her training, her skills advancing more and more. Particularly when it came to forming protective barriers with the Force. By the time she was twenty, there were times when her master couldn't break through her barriers. He decided to start teaching her a new skill in the Force, deciding that her talents with Force based defense were high enough to warrant teaching her how to use the Force power Force Deflection. She took to the skill, after several weeks of training and being thrown against the wall by her master's Force push.
As the duo continued to go on missions for the Council, over the years several had, unfortunately, turned violent. Those were the ones where Shirah's skills shown, especially her skills with a lightsaber. She had trained herself with Makashi, specializing in the style while keeping her skills with Soresu as sharp as possible. Her skills with the Force improved, and she got to where she could improve her physical abilities to a similar level as her protection skills. She could run faster, jump higher, and keep going longer than most others her age. All with the Force. Her master put her forward for the Trials of Knighthood.
The council considered his request, and then sent the two on a joint mission. Two more teams went with them to negotiate peace between rebels and the local government on a rim world. Shirah didn't need to ask her master why six Jedi were sent to negotiate peace on a rim world. She'd been out this far before, it hadn't always been pleasant experiences, she knew the rim worlds could be dangerous. But her master was one of the best negotiators in the Order, Shirah didn't feel overly worried. She knew it was a dangerous place to be, but surely six Jedi could handle anything out there. And her master had rarely failed a negotiation.
Shirah spent her time during the meeting on the edges, making sure everything was safe and acting as something of a guard. She let the negotiators do their thing, not interrupting unless she had something helpful to contribute. She focused her attention on making sure the delegates and the Jedi remained safe, she was joined in this task by two of her fellow Jedi and several soldiers from both sides. She was starting to think that it was going to go off without a hitch, that happened just about as often as when things went bad. At least if things went well here, there would be no need to fight. That was something that she could appreciate.
Naturally, everything went to hell right after the thought that everything would go well went through her mind. They had all expected a possible attack to come from the ground, they were in a basement, no one really expected anything from the sky when you were below ground. The rebels didn't like the idea of peace talks, not really, they used them as a front. Explosions rocked the building, and the next thing they knew, the roof was collapsing. Shirah was by one other Jedi when it started, she instinctively threw a barrier around herself and him, stopping the rubble from crushing them. Working together after everything stopped, they pushed it off themselves and took stock of the situation first.
There were few survivors, and most of the ones that had survived were rebels. There were three Jedi left, the one that Shirah wasn't able to shield was injured. Shirah and the Jedi she defended were tired from shifting all the rubble, fighting in their state wasn't exactly a good idea. But they had little choice, it was fight or die. They fought and ran, trying to get out alive if they could. It was all a blur to Shirah, everything happened fast, and she was tired. They fought, they all took hits, the next thing Shirah knew, she was unconscious.
Whens he woke up, she was in space. The other two Jedi were dead, and she was wrapped in bandages and her lightsaber was gone. Shirah asked where they were going, and the pilot, another devaronian, said they were going to his home. She passed out again and when she came to she was in a soft bed and soon found out she was on the planet Devaron. The wife of the man that had found her was taking care of her, tending to her wounds and making sure she was going to pull through.
The woman introduced herself as Sanya, and her husband as Zahr. She said that her husband found her wondering while Shirah was wounded and brought her back home with her, not knowing how she had gotten hurt, but that she had been in a dangerous place. Shirah introduced herself as a Jedi and thanked Sanya for her help, only for Sanya to start asking her more questions about her. Shirah was confused for a while before learning that Sanya was her mother and Zahr was her father. The young Jedi didn't know how to handle the information, not in her state, and promptly passed out again.
When Shirah woke up again, she felt stronger. Her bandages were all coated in kolto, she had been through a few kolto injections. She stumbled her way to the kitchen and sat down at the table, she had a long talk with her mother. Shirah had been declared dead, but she obviously wasn't. She sent a message to the Council and stayed where she was, getting to know her mother while she healed. She asked why her parents gave her to the Jedi, where her father was, what he was like. Shirah was told that they weren't ready to be parents, that he was away traveling, and was given a brief explanation of her father. It wasn't enough for her, she wanted to know more.
Shirah spent several days with her mother, getting to know her and hearing stories about her father. Jedi arrived for her, and she left with them after a teary goodbye with her mother. She went through more healing on the trip back to Coruscant, by the time she arrived she felt much better, she was able to move easier. She gave her report from the medical bay while she was being examined, the Council promoted her to Knight. Shirah didn't like it, she barely survived, why was she being rewarded? Maybe she proved some of her skill and ability, she had made the best choices she could, but she didn't feel worthy of being promoted to Knight.
Shirah started collecting parts to build a new lightsaber, her old one had been destroyed or lost during the attack and subsequent fleeing. The whole time she rolled everything over in her mind, she didn't like being promoted, she hadn't earned it. Not really, she hadn't gone through the trials in the traditional sense. Her master and a lot of others had died, she had done what she could, but she had still failed. It was something she was unable to reconcile with.
One day she couldn't take it anymore and decided to go for a walk through the streets. Her mind raced as she considered it all and try to come to terms with it, let go of what needed to be let go of. The next thing she knew, she was booking passage to Devaron to go and see her mother, talk to her and see what the best course of action she could take was. She knew it was a bad idea, but she didn't care anymore. She needed advice from an outside source, and her mother was the best one she could think of. That's what she told herself as she boarded the transport however. She didn't think that she wouldn't be coming back to Coruscant, at least not as a Jedi.
She landed and her mother met her, smiling and taking Shirah back home with her. The two talked for a very long time and Shirah decided not to return to Coruscant, it wasn't where she felt she needed to be. From her point of view, she needed to be on Devaron with her family, even if her father was still out looking for something to salvage and sell. She spent a few months with her mother, getting to know her and slowly acquiring all the pieces she needed to rebuild her lightsaber. All the pieces she could find would be useless until she got a new crystal, however.
Her father returned after she had been on Devaron for five months, the two quickly started talking. They wanted to get to know each other, he didn't have any idea that Shirah had been his daughter when he found her. And by the time he had found out, she had already been on her way back to Coruscant. The two spent time together as they slowly bonded, and when her father had to set out to work again, Shirah went with him.
Their first stop was a derelict ship, they boarded and checked for survivors first. There were none, so they marked the location for the Republic to come and pick up the bodies and set to scavenging what they could. While helping her father move all the bodies, as respectfully as they could, into the cargo hold she found the last piece for her lightsaber. A woman had a crystal in her hand, the moment Shirah started to move her, the crystal fell to the ground. Shirah kept it and continued working with her father, paying her respects to the deceased crew and placing them all as carefully as they could. Before they left, they covered each body and wished them a well-deserved rest.
Shirah completed her lightsaber, now with a violet blade that perfectly matched her eyes. The father and daughter duo continued to travel, her father coming to enjoy watching his daughter practice with the Force or her lightsaber. He asked her many questions about the Jedi, about the Force, and she answered them as best she could. She asked him many questions about what he did, where he traveled, and he answered the best he could. They bonded over the common places they had traveled, and he taught her how to pilot his ship, the Rogue Star.
They traveled together for many years, sometimes Shirah stayed home with her mother for a few months before going back out with her father. Though the two tried to avoid fights wherever they could, sometimes a fight broke out and they were forced to defend themselves. More than once Shirah's skills at tae-jitsu were put to the test, slowly she learned gained more proficiency in the martial art, but always preferred to use her lightsaber. She continued training her with Force powers, continually trying to improve her abilities.
While traveling through Dathomir looking for salvage, Shirah came across a book describing Force powers, to her it looked like it had been written by a former member of the Jedi Order, but the book was heavily damaged and much of it was illegible. There were only two portions of the book that were complete, one on advanced defensive techniques, a section that Shirah took to with a gusto. She started learning how to deflect the Force and blaster bolts with her hand, she started with a simple remote. Her father got a kick out of watching her burn her hands for a while before she picked up the skill properly. She continually upped the power on the remote, until it was strong enough to leave singe marks on the hull of her father's ship. She stopped training inside the ship then, she didn't want to destroy anything on accident. Particularly not if they were in space.
The second power within the ruined book that she started studying was an offensive power called Electric Judgment, it was similar to the Dark Side power Force Lightning, but it was non-lethal. Shirah started studying it carefully, while she traveled, spending much of her time learning it in meditation. Slowly she started to come to a new realization, a new understanding of balance. The seed of the belief started when they were on a backwater planet, there was a bully in one of the cantina they were visiting, Zahr stopped Shirah from intervening, wanting her to learn a lesson.
Though she sensed anger from one of the patrons who stepped in, it wasn't controlling him. He controlled it without blocking it out, the bully let his anger control him, the two fought and the more controlled one ended up winning the fight and kicking the man out of the cantina. Her father turned to her and told her that there was good everywhere, even when it wasn't out in the open. Good people didn't let their anger control them, self-control wasn't specifically a Jedi trait. She knew what her father was telling her, he was telling her that she didn't need to intervene every time something went wrong, but she took more from it.
Shirah was careful, she meditated on what she learned and on Electric Judgment over the next few weeks. Working with her father, she built a device to attract and absorb electricity, and whenever they were planet side she sat outside the ship and practiced the power. It took her a while before she was able to even create sparks, she was very careful in learning this power. She took care to control her emotions while she practiced it, not letting them get out of hand, but she didn't block them out either. It was new to her, progress learning Electric Judgment was slow, but she would rather be safe than sorry.
Shirah had been traveling with her father for several years by this point in her life, she was nearing her twenty-seventh birthday. Shirah and her father had stumbled across pirates scavenging from a downed ship and killing the survivors. They had tried to stop them, but they were outnumbered and outgunned. In the end, they ended up fleeing back for their ship to get out of the system as fast as they could. When they were close to the Rogue Star, Shirah leaped from the speeder and started more actively defending their escape. She gave ground and backed up as her father got the ship ready to take off, deflecting everything she could with her lightsaber, using the Force when she needed too.
She was getting overrun by the end, and out of sheer desperation launched Electric Judgment at one of the speeders, golden-yellow lightning flew from her fingertips. It wasn't powerful enough to cause serious damage, or cause the speeder to explode, but it did cause it to fail and slow everyone down enough for her to get into the ship and take off. The fight was fast and brutal, and Shirah was tired after they got back into space. Her father had been hit, but it wasn't anything life-threatening or serious. They had been lucky to get out alive and relatively unharmed.
Shirah traveled for a while longer with her father before deciding that she needed to go off on her own. She'd seen much of the galaxy, but she had always been with someone else while seeing it. She needed to go off on her own for a while, experience whatever she needed to experience. She's been traveling on her own for almost a year now, her father gave her the Rogue Star and got a new ship for himself. She worked for credits when needed, keeps her skills sharp with regular practice, and the occasional fight. Shirah travels where the Force tells her to go.
Roleplay Sample:
Shirah walked through the bustling walkways of Coruscant, it had been a while since she had been back on the planet. Several years really, not since she had left the Order. The city never really changed, crowded, everyone running from place to place like they had to be wherever they were going yesterday. She didn't like it. But, she had to admit. The city planet had a certain buzz about it, it rang of life. Even with all the buildings, the technology everywhere, the planet felt alive. People bustling around and living their lives, doing whatever they could to survive. Some of them did as much good as they could, some of them did no good. Some of them were in the middle, there were all kinds of people in the galaxy, and Coruscant had a sampling of them all.
She stepped off of the transport and started down the street, her senses spread out for safety sake, and her eyes and ears peeled. Shirah had spent a lot of time in some very dangerous places, she had formed some habits that she wasn't really interested in breaking at this point, they had kept her alive one too many times to want that. Of course, she knew she was probably being paranoid, she was safe enough on the higher levels of Coruscant. That didn't matter, however, it was still a habit that had helped her out before, she'd keep it. Even here on Coruscant, it proved useful, she stopped three kids from picking her pockets. Though they had telegraphed themselves and she probably could have easily done it without her senses.
Her mind wandered as she walked, weaving her way through the crowd easily enough. Her steps carried the grace of a dancer, and she moved through the crowd without touching a single person. Shirah had been dancing since she was a child, which she had kept up over the years as a form of exercise. Combine that with her talent in Makashi, the second form of lightsaber combat, and she could walk across a crowded dance floor without touching a single person if she didn't want to touch them. And quite frankly, on Coruscant, she probably didn't want to touch just anyone. One never knew the last time someone had bathed. And she knew about many of the factory jobs that people could work, sometimes it was best to just get through a place without being touched.
Shirah finally stepped out of the crowd and into a park, taking a deep breath and smiling as she did. She didn't mind being around people, she liked people really, but being in a crowd was not a pleasing experience, even when you could walk through it without touching anyone. The people walking through the park was enough for her, and it was somewhat refreshing. Most of these people seemed to enjoy the small amount of nature present in the park. There were plenty of people that didn't want anything to do with nature, Shirah wasn't one of them. She liked being around nature, it helped keep her grounded in balance.
Nature was an ever shifting form of balance, too much rain and the plants overgrew, not enough and they all died. Shirah liked to draw a parallel between that and the Force. If one let their emotions control them they risked falling to the Dark Side, which was a path best avoided. Blocking out one's emotions wasn't much better, in her experience one was unable to live up to their full potential if they did that. Only by controlling one's emotion did one find balance. Neither blocking them out, nor allowing them to control you. That was how Shirah had found balance, control. It worked for her, but she wasn't going to force it on anyone else.
The former Jedi was lost in her thoughts as she wandered the park, her layered robes flapping around her as she moved. She wasn't worried about anything, her life had made major changes in the last few years, but she was doing good. She tried to do good wherever she went, if she saw someone that needed help and she could give it, she gave it. If she couldn't, she did whatever she could do. Sometimes it wasn't much more than a pat on the back and reassurance that someone cared, other times, shew was able to do something more. Like stoop down to pick up a dropped object for someone who had dropped it, like now. “Excuse me, I think you dropped this.” She said with a smile, holding the object up. Something told her today was going to be a good day.
Race: Devaronian
Age: 28
Birthplace: Ton-biri, Devaron
Allegiance: Neutral
Status: Wanderer
Rank: Grey Jedi Knight
Height/Weight: 5'11” 215lbs
Appearance: Shirah is a fit woman with an athletic build, she stands in at five foot eleven inches tall and weighs two hundred and fifteen pounds. Her higher than average weight is due to the denser than average body structure of her species. Her skin and hair are white, while her eyes are a bright violet color. On her forehead, where a male devaronian has horns, she has two black spots. Across the bridge of her nose and onto her cheeks and forehead are smaller black freckle-like spots. Both of her ears are pointed and pierced.
Her style of dress changes depending on the need, however, she normally wears simple clothes. A long sleeved shirt, pants, and boots typically in lighter colors. Over that, she wears layered robes that hang down to her shins, both sides, the front, and the back all have a slit from the waist down for ease of movement. Around her waist is a utility belt, a holdover from her days as a Jedi. Her lightsaber hangs on her left hip, she wears bracers on both arms, her left one has a small holoprojector and a comlink built in. On her right arm, starting at her shoulder and ending a few inches above her wrist, is a black circuitry tattoo.
Her violet eyes have been described as possessing a raptor quality, her gaze being intense when the need arises. There are two pieces of jewelry she always wears, even if they are hidden under her clothes. A necklace with five durasteel beads that rest high on her neck, and a jeweled anklet on her right ankle.
Personality: Shirah is a woman of simple tastes, she likes to make people smile and laugh, she's quick with a joke when one is needed. She likes to drink tea and is always up for finding a new type to try. She is inquisitive and almost constantly has some question she wants answered, and is more than happy to do the research herself to get the question answered. This has led her to develop a small amount of knowledge over a wide variety of subjects. Though, she is of the belief that there is always more to learn, no matter how much you know.
However, she does have her flaws. She is a firm defender of the innocent, even if it means her own life would be forfeit. She is confident in her skills, at times that confidence borders on overconfidence and pride. She thinks, and acts, quickly. Sometimes she acts too quickly, without fully thinking the problem through, a trait she is working on improving. Shirah questions everything, and has a tendency to not believe things she is told until she can research it further. It is less out of a distrust of people, quite the contrary she trust people very much, she simply wishes to have correct information whenever possible.
Shirah believes firmly in people, and believes that they will, when given the chance, do the right thing. She always tries to do the right thing, and if she makes a mistake, she tends to dwell on it until she can make it right. She does, however, have control over her emotions due in large part to her training as a Jedi. Shirah doesn't block her emotions out, nor does she let them control her. She controls them while still feeling them, and she firmly believes that this is the path to true balance.
Ships/Vehicles: Shirah owns her father's old shuttle, a small yacht that he used to travel the galaxy. It has been named the Rogue Star.
Equipment: Shirah wears a utility belt around her waist containing a days worth of rations, an aquata breather, a compressed air grappling hook, a spare comlink, an imagecaster, a basic tool kit, a med-kit, a glowrod, a smuggler's scrambler, and her violet bladed lightsaber. On her left wrist is her primary comlink.
Stats: (Feeble, Below Average, Average, Above Average, Superior, Legendary)
Strength – Average
Agility – Superior
Intelligence – Above Average
Charisma – Average
Force Stats: (Unskilled, Novice, Apprentice, Adept, Expert, Master)
Telekinetic – Adept
Telepathic – Apprentice
Body – Adept
Sense – Adept
Protection – Expert
Healing: – Unskilled
Destruction: – Apprentice
Combat Training: (Unskilled, Novice, Apprentice, Adept, Expert, Master)
Tae-Jitsu – Adept
Force Training: (Unskilled, Novice, Apprentice, Adept, Expert, Master)
Force Deflection – Adept
Electric Judgment – Novice
Other Training: (Unskilled, Novice, Apprentice, Adept, Expert, Master)
Piloting – Adept
Acrobatics – Expert
Survival Skills – Adept
Lightsaber Training: (Untrained, Novice, Apprentice, Adept, Expert, Master, Specialist)
Shii-Cho – Adept
Makashi – Expert
Soresu – Adept
Ataru – Untrained
Shien/Djem So – Untrained
>>Sub-form Backhanded – Untrained
Niman – Apprentice
>>Sub-form Jar-kai – Untrained
Juyo – Untrained
Double Bladed Combat – Untrained
Biography: Shirah Caelum was born to wealthy parents in Ton-biri on the planet Devaron, as is the custom she was tested for Force-Sensitivity at birth, and found to be strong in the Force. Her parents discussed it for a long time before they agreed to give their daughter up to the Jedi, neither were really ready to be parents. And neither thought they could give their young violet eyed daughter what she needed, yet. And so, they gave their daughter to the Jedi, knowing she would be well cared for and have a bright future ahead of her.
Shirah was sent to Coruscant when she was just a few weeks old, the only thing she knew was the life of a Jedi. From an early age she liked to dance, at first it was nothing more than the stumbling would be dancing of a toddler, but as she got older she became more graceful, and she danced for fun and also to entertain her peers. As she got older, she started to incorporate Force based acrobatics into her dancing. It both helped her training, and made things more challenging, she was required to focus on the Force, and on her movements. This gave her an incredible ability to focus on the task at hand, though it was best applied when she was doing something physical.
She excelled when it came to learning how to use her lightsaber, quickly moving to the top of her class in that regard. When it came to learning how to use the Force, however, she was barely average in her class, if not slightly under average. She never gave up however, and she kept practicing. She helped those that struggled with lightsaber training, and they in turn helped her with the Force. Shirah had some skill when it came to enhancing herself physically with the Force, but she struggled more when it came to telekinesis or telepathy. However, she excelled in one area of the Force, the one area that she could help her fellow younglings with. She could erect a powerful Force barrier.
As she got older, she ceaselessly started asking questions. Eventually she started spending as much time in the Temple archives as she spent in training. Shirah absorbed knowledge, however she didn't study any one thing too deeply. Instead she studied whatever she was interested in until she had a basic understanding of it, and then moved on to the next question she wanted answered. Many masters presumed that she would go on to become a Jedi Librarian, that is, until they saw her in training. She threw herself into her lessons, especially when her lessons involved a lightsaber, or the tae-jitsu she started studying when she got older.
Shirah was chosen as a Padawan when she was ten years old, she was chosen by a male miraluka Jedi Master named Mihkad Tukdur. Master Tukdur saw something in the young devaronian, a fire burning in her to learn and experience everything she could. But she would never be content to sit by and let others go out and learn things first hand, no, she had to go out and see whatever she could. She had to learn first hand, learn and see whatever she could see. The miraluka liked that, and decided to bring the youngling under his tutelage. She proved to be a near mirror image of him. As a padawan, Tukdur had questioned his master at every opportunity, and Shirah did the exact same.
Her master started her training at once, pushing her and everything she knew to her very limits, learning what she could and couldn't do. Tukdur learned what she still had to learn, what her limits were, and most importantly, what she needed to learn to cover as many of her shortcomings as possible. Due to her natural agility and acrobatic skills, he initially believed her perfect for training in Form IV, Ataru, but then he saw her precision as she practiced. She placed her lightsaber where she wanted it to strike, and if she missed, she practiced over and over until she got the motion correct. And then, Tukdur saw her dance, that was when he decided that her agility could be put to another use. The second lightsaber form, Makashi.
Shirah took to it almost immediately, it let her use her skill at dancing, her precision, and her imagination. She loved the form, it allowed her to exercise her creativity, and it didn't leave her relying on form, and instead allowing her to out-think and out-move her opponent. She was agile, precise, and creative. It was almost like she had been made for Makashi, the form felt as natural to her as breathing did. She devoted herself to the study of Makashi, and her master was thrilled with how she took to it. The form still had it's weaknesses, but they would come to address them in time. When she had better learned Makashi.
Along with Makashi, Master Tukdur started working with her abilities to use the Force. She could create barriers easily, ones that exceeded those that her fellow Padawans could make. She also had no issues enhancing her physical abilities with the Force, a task she found nearly as easy as making barriers. However she had difficulties with telekinesis, and telepathic skills as well. Her senses were passable, but there was plenty of room for improvement. He started giving her exercises to improve her skills, lifting objects while she meditated, stretching her senses as far as she could while keeping them sensitive. Any frustrating task her master could have her do with the Force, he did. She did hand stands while navigating small objects through an obstacle course, attempting a mind trick while remotes fired blasts at her.
Before she knew it, three years had passed in her training, her skills grew, and she was finally going on her first serious mission with her master. She had been on other missions, but they were mostly simple things, recovering information and missions that involved searching for someone or something. But not this time, this time they were tasked with negotiating a peace treaty between a planet and it's moon before they descended into war. The moon was angry with it's parent planet, because the rulers of the planet were mining the moon to excess, ruining the satellite and not providing enough safety measures for the workers. The workers had started rebelling, and the Jedi had been called to settle this peacefully, before it escalated into all out war.
Shirah was excited for the mission, she was eager to see her master in action, and to learn whatever she could from this experience. She had learned a little about negotiations in her studies, but she had never been a part of one before. They negotiations started off well, one of the dignitaries started it off with a joke, trying to keep the mood light, and then they started in earnest. Shirah mostly remained quiet, listening as her master had instructed her to do. She only spoke when spoken to, or if she had something of value to contribute. She remained quiet mostly, so as not to ruin the negotiations on accident. The only time she contributed to the negotiations, she caught an error on a datapad that would have cost both the planet and the moon millions of credits. It was simply misplaced punctuation, but it was something her master wouldn't have been able to catch.
The mission was a success, and Shirah and her master were invited to stay for a banquet to celebrate the successful negotiations. The banquet was nothing too fancy, mostly just as much food as could be piled on a table and lots of laughing and stories. And several jokes that Master Tukdur tried to hide from his padawan, and met with partial success. The trip home held some awkward questions for the Jedi Master, and things that cause teenagers everywhere to giggle. While the mission was a success, Tukdur made Shirah meditate on what could have happened if the mission had been a failure, trying to instill a sense of caution in his apprentice. He wanted to make sure the young woman knew that her actions had consequences. The mission was a success, but it could have gone very wrong, very easily.
Shirah spent the trip back to Coruscant in meditation, considering what could have gone wrong. Aside from both parties possibly losing millions of credits, the economy could have crashed. Or one could have taken advantage of the other and started a planet ending war. It could have ended in bloodshed, it could have even gone better. Not much better probably, but it could have gone better. She spoke about all of this with her master, and he coached her about other possibilities. He charged her with watching her actions, and understanding possible consequences. Tukdur and Shirah spent hours talking, Tukdur coaching on the consequences of actions, and Shirah asking questions so that she understood everything possible.
Time moved on for Shirah, she kept learning everything her master would teach her. Slowly, her less developed skills started to improve. She could do more with the Force, her skills with Makashi and Soresu both grew. She continued to go on missions with her master, mostly peace keeping and diplomatic missions. Not really ones that extended into her main skill set, but she remained quiet and learned what she could. Whenever she was in the temple, she was glued to the archives, learning everything she could from history to languages to science. She developed a working knowledge of a variety of subjects, though she was by no means an expert in any of them.
When Shirah was sixteen years old, her master decided that it was time for her to construct a new lightsaber. Most of the parts were easy to find, they were simple enough. The only piece she had trouble finding was the crystal. It proved to be the most illusive piece, and it wasn't even that she couldn't find lightsaber crystals. She found three, but they didn't feel right. They weren't her's. Shirah was starting to feel like she would never find her crystal, until she did. She found in it a market stall on Coruscant, it called to her. She could hear it from blocks away until she saw it, shining and waiting for her.
Before she could purchase it however, it was stolen by a young twi'lek who was looking to feed his family. Shirah chased him for several blocks, almost losing him. She would have lost him if it hadn't been for the crystal calling to her. When she finally did track him down, she brought him back to the stall owner. Shirah was given the crystal, the owner not knowing what it was or how much it was worth, and the twi'lek begged, explaining why he'd done it. Shirah tried to convince the stall owner to find work for him, let him lean away from a life of crime. She barely succeeded in convincing the owner not to involve the police, but was unable to get him a job.
Shirah thought quickly, and then promptly took the would be thief to a nearby restaurant, getting him a job washing dishes. It wasn't glamorous, but it was better than stealing. She immediately returned to her master and told him everything that had happened. He was proud that she didn't just give the young twi'lek money, that wouldn't have solved his problems. And would have potentially just caused him to think that getting caught could be profitable. He did urge her to check more thoroughly, however, what if he didn't have a family? Or, what if this hadn't been his first offense? She could have let someone more dangerous go, Shirah considered his words, and decided to be more careful in the future.
It took her a few hours to set the crystal correctly in her lightsaber, but the blue blade sprang to life. She was proud of her achievement, it was another step toward her becoming a full Jedi. Shirah continued her training, her skills advancing more and more. Particularly when it came to forming protective barriers with the Force. By the time she was twenty, there were times when her master couldn't break through her barriers. He decided to start teaching her a new skill in the Force, deciding that her talents with Force based defense were high enough to warrant teaching her how to use the Force power Force Deflection. She took to the skill, after several weeks of training and being thrown against the wall by her master's Force push.
As the duo continued to go on missions for the Council, over the years several had, unfortunately, turned violent. Those were the ones where Shirah's skills shown, especially her skills with a lightsaber. She had trained herself with Makashi, specializing in the style while keeping her skills with Soresu as sharp as possible. Her skills with the Force improved, and she got to where she could improve her physical abilities to a similar level as her protection skills. She could run faster, jump higher, and keep going longer than most others her age. All with the Force. Her master put her forward for the Trials of Knighthood.
The council considered his request, and then sent the two on a joint mission. Two more teams went with them to negotiate peace between rebels and the local government on a rim world. Shirah didn't need to ask her master why six Jedi were sent to negotiate peace on a rim world. She'd been out this far before, it hadn't always been pleasant experiences, she knew the rim worlds could be dangerous. But her master was one of the best negotiators in the Order, Shirah didn't feel overly worried. She knew it was a dangerous place to be, but surely six Jedi could handle anything out there. And her master had rarely failed a negotiation.
Shirah spent her time during the meeting on the edges, making sure everything was safe and acting as something of a guard. She let the negotiators do their thing, not interrupting unless she had something helpful to contribute. She focused her attention on making sure the delegates and the Jedi remained safe, she was joined in this task by two of her fellow Jedi and several soldiers from both sides. She was starting to think that it was going to go off without a hitch, that happened just about as often as when things went bad. At least if things went well here, there would be no need to fight. That was something that she could appreciate.
Naturally, everything went to hell right after the thought that everything would go well went through her mind. They had all expected a possible attack to come from the ground, they were in a basement, no one really expected anything from the sky when you were below ground. The rebels didn't like the idea of peace talks, not really, they used them as a front. Explosions rocked the building, and the next thing they knew, the roof was collapsing. Shirah was by one other Jedi when it started, she instinctively threw a barrier around herself and him, stopping the rubble from crushing them. Working together after everything stopped, they pushed it off themselves and took stock of the situation first.
There were few survivors, and most of the ones that had survived were rebels. There were three Jedi left, the one that Shirah wasn't able to shield was injured. Shirah and the Jedi she defended were tired from shifting all the rubble, fighting in their state wasn't exactly a good idea. But they had little choice, it was fight or die. They fought and ran, trying to get out alive if they could. It was all a blur to Shirah, everything happened fast, and she was tired. They fought, they all took hits, the next thing Shirah knew, she was unconscious.
Whens he woke up, she was in space. The other two Jedi were dead, and she was wrapped in bandages and her lightsaber was gone. Shirah asked where they were going, and the pilot, another devaronian, said they were going to his home. She passed out again and when she came to she was in a soft bed and soon found out she was on the planet Devaron. The wife of the man that had found her was taking care of her, tending to her wounds and making sure she was going to pull through.
The woman introduced herself as Sanya, and her husband as Zahr. She said that her husband found her wondering while Shirah was wounded and brought her back home with her, not knowing how she had gotten hurt, but that she had been in a dangerous place. Shirah introduced herself as a Jedi and thanked Sanya for her help, only for Sanya to start asking her more questions about her. Shirah was confused for a while before learning that Sanya was her mother and Zahr was her father. The young Jedi didn't know how to handle the information, not in her state, and promptly passed out again.
When Shirah woke up again, she felt stronger. Her bandages were all coated in kolto, she had been through a few kolto injections. She stumbled her way to the kitchen and sat down at the table, she had a long talk with her mother. Shirah had been declared dead, but she obviously wasn't. She sent a message to the Council and stayed where she was, getting to know her mother while she healed. She asked why her parents gave her to the Jedi, where her father was, what he was like. Shirah was told that they weren't ready to be parents, that he was away traveling, and was given a brief explanation of her father. It wasn't enough for her, she wanted to know more.
Shirah spent several days with her mother, getting to know her and hearing stories about her father. Jedi arrived for her, and she left with them after a teary goodbye with her mother. She went through more healing on the trip back to Coruscant, by the time she arrived she felt much better, she was able to move easier. She gave her report from the medical bay while she was being examined, the Council promoted her to Knight. Shirah didn't like it, she barely survived, why was she being rewarded? Maybe she proved some of her skill and ability, she had made the best choices she could, but she didn't feel worthy of being promoted to Knight.
Shirah started collecting parts to build a new lightsaber, her old one had been destroyed or lost during the attack and subsequent fleeing. The whole time she rolled everything over in her mind, she didn't like being promoted, she hadn't earned it. Not really, she hadn't gone through the trials in the traditional sense. Her master and a lot of others had died, she had done what she could, but she had still failed. It was something she was unable to reconcile with.
One day she couldn't take it anymore and decided to go for a walk through the streets. Her mind raced as she considered it all and try to come to terms with it, let go of what needed to be let go of. The next thing she knew, she was booking passage to Devaron to go and see her mother, talk to her and see what the best course of action she could take was. She knew it was a bad idea, but she didn't care anymore. She needed advice from an outside source, and her mother was the best one she could think of. That's what she told herself as she boarded the transport however. She didn't think that she wouldn't be coming back to Coruscant, at least not as a Jedi.
She landed and her mother met her, smiling and taking Shirah back home with her. The two talked for a very long time and Shirah decided not to return to Coruscant, it wasn't where she felt she needed to be. From her point of view, she needed to be on Devaron with her family, even if her father was still out looking for something to salvage and sell. She spent a few months with her mother, getting to know her and slowly acquiring all the pieces she needed to rebuild her lightsaber. All the pieces she could find would be useless until she got a new crystal, however.
Her father returned after she had been on Devaron for five months, the two quickly started talking. They wanted to get to know each other, he didn't have any idea that Shirah had been his daughter when he found her. And by the time he had found out, she had already been on her way back to Coruscant. The two spent time together as they slowly bonded, and when her father had to set out to work again, Shirah went with him.
Their first stop was a derelict ship, they boarded and checked for survivors first. There were none, so they marked the location for the Republic to come and pick up the bodies and set to scavenging what they could. While helping her father move all the bodies, as respectfully as they could, into the cargo hold she found the last piece for her lightsaber. A woman had a crystal in her hand, the moment Shirah started to move her, the crystal fell to the ground. Shirah kept it and continued working with her father, paying her respects to the deceased crew and placing them all as carefully as they could. Before they left, they covered each body and wished them a well-deserved rest.
Shirah completed her lightsaber, now with a violet blade that perfectly matched her eyes. The father and daughter duo continued to travel, her father coming to enjoy watching his daughter practice with the Force or her lightsaber. He asked her many questions about the Jedi, about the Force, and she answered them as best she could. She asked him many questions about what he did, where he traveled, and he answered the best he could. They bonded over the common places they had traveled, and he taught her how to pilot his ship, the Rogue Star.
They traveled together for many years, sometimes Shirah stayed home with her mother for a few months before going back out with her father. Though the two tried to avoid fights wherever they could, sometimes a fight broke out and they were forced to defend themselves. More than once Shirah's skills at tae-jitsu were put to the test, slowly she learned gained more proficiency in the martial art, but always preferred to use her lightsaber. She continued training her with Force powers, continually trying to improve her abilities.
While traveling through Dathomir looking for salvage, Shirah came across a book describing Force powers, to her it looked like it had been written by a former member of the Jedi Order, but the book was heavily damaged and much of it was illegible. There were only two portions of the book that were complete, one on advanced defensive techniques, a section that Shirah took to with a gusto. She started learning how to deflect the Force and blaster bolts with her hand, she started with a simple remote. Her father got a kick out of watching her burn her hands for a while before she picked up the skill properly. She continually upped the power on the remote, until it was strong enough to leave singe marks on the hull of her father's ship. She stopped training inside the ship then, she didn't want to destroy anything on accident. Particularly not if they were in space.
The second power within the ruined book that she started studying was an offensive power called Electric Judgment, it was similar to the Dark Side power Force Lightning, but it was non-lethal. Shirah started studying it carefully, while she traveled, spending much of her time learning it in meditation. Slowly she started to come to a new realization, a new understanding of balance. The seed of the belief started when they were on a backwater planet, there was a bully in one of the cantina they were visiting, Zahr stopped Shirah from intervening, wanting her to learn a lesson.
Though she sensed anger from one of the patrons who stepped in, it wasn't controlling him. He controlled it without blocking it out, the bully let his anger control him, the two fought and the more controlled one ended up winning the fight and kicking the man out of the cantina. Her father turned to her and told her that there was good everywhere, even when it wasn't out in the open. Good people didn't let their anger control them, self-control wasn't specifically a Jedi trait. She knew what her father was telling her, he was telling her that she didn't need to intervene every time something went wrong, but she took more from it.
Shirah was careful, she meditated on what she learned and on Electric Judgment over the next few weeks. Working with her father, she built a device to attract and absorb electricity, and whenever they were planet side she sat outside the ship and practiced the power. It took her a while before she was able to even create sparks, she was very careful in learning this power. She took care to control her emotions while she practiced it, not letting them get out of hand, but she didn't block them out either. It was new to her, progress learning Electric Judgment was slow, but she would rather be safe than sorry.
Shirah had been traveling with her father for several years by this point in her life, she was nearing her twenty-seventh birthday. Shirah and her father had stumbled across pirates scavenging from a downed ship and killing the survivors. They had tried to stop them, but they were outnumbered and outgunned. In the end, they ended up fleeing back for their ship to get out of the system as fast as they could. When they were close to the Rogue Star, Shirah leaped from the speeder and started more actively defending their escape. She gave ground and backed up as her father got the ship ready to take off, deflecting everything she could with her lightsaber, using the Force when she needed too.
She was getting overrun by the end, and out of sheer desperation launched Electric Judgment at one of the speeders, golden-yellow lightning flew from her fingertips. It wasn't powerful enough to cause serious damage, or cause the speeder to explode, but it did cause it to fail and slow everyone down enough for her to get into the ship and take off. The fight was fast and brutal, and Shirah was tired after they got back into space. Her father had been hit, but it wasn't anything life-threatening or serious. They had been lucky to get out alive and relatively unharmed.
Shirah traveled for a while longer with her father before deciding that she needed to go off on her own. She'd seen much of the galaxy, but she had always been with someone else while seeing it. She needed to go off on her own for a while, experience whatever she needed to experience. She's been traveling on her own for almost a year now, her father gave her the Rogue Star and got a new ship for himself. She worked for credits when needed, keeps her skills sharp with regular practice, and the occasional fight. Shirah travels where the Force tells her to go.
Roleplay Sample:
Shirah walked through the bustling walkways of Coruscant, it had been a while since she had been back on the planet. Several years really, not since she had left the Order. The city never really changed, crowded, everyone running from place to place like they had to be wherever they were going yesterday. She didn't like it. But, she had to admit. The city planet had a certain buzz about it, it rang of life. Even with all the buildings, the technology everywhere, the planet felt alive. People bustling around and living their lives, doing whatever they could to survive. Some of them did as much good as they could, some of them did no good. Some of them were in the middle, there were all kinds of people in the galaxy, and Coruscant had a sampling of them all.
She stepped off of the transport and started down the street, her senses spread out for safety sake, and her eyes and ears peeled. Shirah had spent a lot of time in some very dangerous places, she had formed some habits that she wasn't really interested in breaking at this point, they had kept her alive one too many times to want that. Of course, she knew she was probably being paranoid, she was safe enough on the higher levels of Coruscant. That didn't matter, however, it was still a habit that had helped her out before, she'd keep it. Even here on Coruscant, it proved useful, she stopped three kids from picking her pockets. Though they had telegraphed themselves and she probably could have easily done it without her senses.
Her mind wandered as she walked, weaving her way through the crowd easily enough. Her steps carried the grace of a dancer, and she moved through the crowd without touching a single person. Shirah had been dancing since she was a child, which she had kept up over the years as a form of exercise. Combine that with her talent in Makashi, the second form of lightsaber combat, and she could walk across a crowded dance floor without touching a single person if she didn't want to touch them. And quite frankly, on Coruscant, she probably didn't want to touch just anyone. One never knew the last time someone had bathed. And she knew about many of the factory jobs that people could work, sometimes it was best to just get through a place without being touched.
Shirah finally stepped out of the crowd and into a park, taking a deep breath and smiling as she did. She didn't mind being around people, she liked people really, but being in a crowd was not a pleasing experience, even when you could walk through it without touching anyone. The people walking through the park was enough for her, and it was somewhat refreshing. Most of these people seemed to enjoy the small amount of nature present in the park. There were plenty of people that didn't want anything to do with nature, Shirah wasn't one of them. She liked being around nature, it helped keep her grounded in balance.
Nature was an ever shifting form of balance, too much rain and the plants overgrew, not enough and they all died. Shirah liked to draw a parallel between that and the Force. If one let their emotions control them they risked falling to the Dark Side, which was a path best avoided. Blocking out one's emotions wasn't much better, in her experience one was unable to live up to their full potential if they did that. Only by controlling one's emotion did one find balance. Neither blocking them out, nor allowing them to control you. That was how Shirah had found balance, control. It worked for her, but she wasn't going to force it on anyone else.
The former Jedi was lost in her thoughts as she wandered the park, her layered robes flapping around her as she moved. She wasn't worried about anything, her life had made major changes in the last few years, but she was doing good. She tried to do good wherever she went, if she saw someone that needed help and she could give it, she gave it. If she couldn't, she did whatever she could do. Sometimes it wasn't much more than a pat on the back and reassurance that someone cared, other times, shew was able to do something more. Like stoop down to pick up a dropped object for someone who had dropped it, like now. “Excuse me, I think you dropped this.” She said with a smile, holding the object up. Something told her today was going to be a good day.
