Searching for answers -Jedi Library-

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[For the sake of Consistency, this post contains an excerpt from the sample role play post I included in Thal's sheet. And since this is my first role play/topic in this forum, and first intro, here's a link to my character's sheet...

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Trapped within his private chambers, Thal accessed the small pool of knowledge in his brain, the lessons tattooed into his heart, and indulged in them... loosing himself within the tenets of the Jedi, the code, trying to understand them better. It was almost impossible for his feeble mind to understand any deeper meaning in the code, in the jedi teachings, without the guidance of a Master, but he tried. And by deepening his connection to the force, and his presence in the force, to the limits of his ability as a youngling with very scarce knowledge of the force, he could put to ease his troubled mind. Through the meditation methods that his mentors in the temple taught him, he cleared all doubt, and bother, submitting himself to the will of the force, as a Jedi Master once advice him to.

After calming down his emotions of denial, Thal withdrew a small silver hilt from his belt. It fell neatly into his palm, accommodated within his fingers. Both hands were placed on the hilt, fingers tentatively squeezing the metal, while he flicked his thumb to press upon a the ignition button. Once ignited, the energy within the hilt erupted into a jolt of light, refined through the focusing lens, sharpened down to a simple omni-directional blade of incandescent, intangible, blue light. Trembling with energy within his grasp, the training saber began to croon with a passive hiss... perhaps as it burned the oxygen, or as the energy passed through the complex mechanisms, Thal didn't quite know. The sound was merely comforting, tempting.

He assumed the basic Shii-Cho stance, bending his right knees while slightly inclining himself forward, holding the blade above chest lever, raising it, till it was high enough to alter the colour of his onyx eyes, casting a cerulean reflexion over them, but still remained below his jaw. As the older Jedi advised during the lessons were Form I was taught to many younglings at once, Thal released the pressure he applied with his pointer and index finger, and instead tightened his pinkie, ring, and thumb, but mistakenly let his thumb slide up the hilt and run almost near-parallel with it, as if he was assuming a Makashi grip... it was a nasty habit to get rid off, that disabled him from truly grasping the art of Form I, and often led him to lose his patience during training. But once he had corrected the error after spending a few minutes in the posture and meditation, he proceeded to practice the marks of contact... at least, the marks of contact he would remember. He began practicing velocities by himself, playing with his shadow, against an imaginary foe. Increasing speed, moving with awkward and innocent clumsiness, trying to perfect the movement of his arms, and how his tense back provided the foundation for his bicep's strength, which rolled down his elbows, down to his wrist, finally to the fingertips that held the saber too tightly. Slowly, little by little, Thal developed his abilities... strengthening them, developing them, sharpening them into a possibly dangerous resource in the future, while trying to practice some discipline. At times, it was tempting to strike down and dismember his imaginary opponent, piece the flesh of a nonexistent victim, and release his passions with movements that simply 'felt' right and followed the path of logic, but he did not gave into his lust for bigger power, and instead limited himself to performing the basic velocities, strictly performing the techniques he had been taught, instead of what his body dictated.



After his personal training session, Thal tucked away the lightsaber letting the blue blade dissolve into the air, shrink back into the hilt. Once there was no sound vibrating from within the hilt's mechanisms, and once it was still, Thal engaged the hilt's safety lock and clipped it back onto the belt as his waist then proceeded to leave his chambers and enter the hall. He had no more classes scheduled for the day. Free, for once, felt good. - He began trekking down the halls with one destiny in mind, following the same route as usual, headed for the library.


Down the halls, around the corners, up a few turbo-lifts and elevators, Thal remained quiet and reserved, his aura meek and his presence in the force diminutive but flamboyant, wearing every emotion subconsciously. A bit of doubt was splashed over his demeanour, and lambent streaks of worry and stress brought out the colours of melancholy; his face was a canvas, and his aura projected the image throughout the halls, to all those sensitive enough to perceive the random youngling's emotions... his birthday was near, and turning 13 without a Master usually meant being shipped off to some distant planet to do archaeology.

Thal stepped into the great library. After taking a good look around, he decided he would head towards the Temple's public archives on the history of the Jedi, and the origins, including articles that would make vague mentions of Tython. They would usually comfort him, and while reading, Thal would indulge in knowledge, expanding his mind beyond what he thought possible. And though he didn't mind indulgence in the Order's past, he preferred to pick up different accepted 'views' on the Jedi Code, and usually leaned towards Philosophy and psychology, but preferred, before all, books and archives on Healing. The art of saving a life, as his old mentor Xhen once called it, was a passive technique that took years to develop. Many could destroy, but few could heal. Perhaps, even if it was only a dream, Thal began developing aspirations of becoming a Jedi Healer... the dream seemed to far away to reach.


While standing in the middle of the hall Thal was still uneasy. Looking around, he took out a datapad and began browsing through its calendar, searching for any notes that he might've written down, just in case he had left of studying a certain subject. Time flowed around him, and Jedi passed, some stared at him.. just standing in the middle of such a great hall, completely forsaken, trapped within his own muses, inside his own little world...

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His aura began to gravitate around his emotions, twisting, churning, as his thoughts seemed to burst into actions. Thal left the centre of the library, headed towards The First Hall containing. After locating an unoccupied computer, Thal entered the system, quickly browsing through the library's contents of Philosophy. The history of the republic was also accessible from the first hall, but it didn't interest him. The history of the republic could not unravel the mystery beneath life. Meanwhile, philosophy forced him to think, analyse, and reconsider his views on the force and life. Philosophy and all the data from the countless Jedi before him that was stored in The First Hall could be access with little restrains or chains binding him, he could study as much as his mind would allow him to.

Inserting a small data-card into the computer, Thal made copies of different 'theories' that explained the Jedi Code in great detail from Jedi Master's that passed on, leaving their legacy in the form of data, files; pixels and text unwrapping before a computer terminal, a screen, or a holographic projector. These words, bright lights and vibrations producing sound were sometimes too deep for Thal to fully comprehend. Whatever he did pick up was locked in his head, kept tight and close to his heart. He could forget any teachings and data he studied in the past, but the essence of the Jedi teachings he found would remain in him in the same way a wave passes once over a rock, but leaves its imprint on the rock, and over the years all the knowledge Thal had gathered polished his mind, smooth, and sharp.

After gathering the necessary data Thal moved away from the computer terminal, ending his session so he could move to The Fourth Hall. Once there, he accessed another computer terminal and browsed through the zoological archives about the human species, more so, about children. He was worried about his body, and he felt the urge to understand it better. He was going through changes, his voice deepened, his factions widened, and his back seemed to broaden. He was gaining height, and by the looks of it, he was destined to be rather tall and imposing even as a human. His skin was just a tad greasier, his hunger grew, and his strength seemed to betray his scrawny appearance. Through the temple's teachings of sanity and health Thal learned plenty of his race and species, about his anatomy, physiology, for his thirst for more knowledge stopped short of the art of healing. Machines were cool, sure, but organic life forms seemed so much more intricate, complex. Anyone could learn to fix a ship, oil gears, make sure a machine's parts worked in perfect concert... but not everyone could, just as simply, fix a form of organic life. The human body alone was complicated, but the Jedi Healers spoke an universal language of comfort. The force allowed them to perform great feats and Thal had made his intentions of learning to become a Jedi Healer clear, while also showing interest in the art of Lightsaber Combat...his interests were well defined, but finding a master was still a troublesome task. Musing over this, Thal sighed and removed his data-card from the terminal, placed it in his data-pad, and then retired from The Fourth Hall.


Thal usually visited the Archives once a day, gathered some info, and then went back to the Meditation Chambers or his private quarters to study said data, and sometimes include it into his training sessions. He strictly forbade himself from looking into other lightsaber forms before mastering form I, he chose to first develop the foundation, and then build a tower from there... but, in reality, he was only following Xhen's advice...



After finishing his tasks Thal waved 'goodbye' to the Jedi Librarian and began to make way out of The Fourth Hall and the Archives.

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Past the Archives, past the library, Thal once again emerge into the halls. His aura like a burst of light in the solitary halls, a flame fuelled by his curiosity. He was eager to lock himself within his private chambers only to study the data acquired... and while his body still ached from previous training, he felt split by indecisiveness. He had a few options. First, he could return to his room and study, or go pass by the training chambers and perhaps see if there were any Jedi Instructors willing to train him, or any classes he could sneak into for the sake of his own development...

Thal allowed himself to disappear into the halls, distracted by the passing shadows expanding past the large window panes, bright lights slithering down the hall's tiles.


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