Post by paradise lost on Mar 26, 2009 19:30:13 GMT -5
Name:Mala Kru (born Malak'ru)
Race: Twi'lek
Age: Seventeen
Height: Five feet & six inches
Weight: One hundred and thirty pounds
Appearance:
(I do not take credit for this image)
Mala is a Tyrian Twi'lek; one with purple skin and a certain affinity for singing and music. She is built light and lean, suitable for agile movement and speed. There is a certain texture of brawn to the young Twi'lek in the slope of her shoulders where it has built to constant and eager lightsaber training. Over all, however, she is a slender creature who is swift in movement and nimble with her feet. Certainly, her body shape makes for sharp swordsmanship.
Birth place: Ryloth
Faction: Jedi
Rank: Padawan
Bio: Mala was born to Karawnk'ru and Daeshak'ru, two young Twi'lek lovers eager in their affections. The pair did not mean to start a family, though managed themselves well enough once their daughter was born. They lived in a poor village; one that did not rejoice in whatever wealth Ryloth could manage. The Kru clan kept to themselves in the mountains, much more fond of their aloof lifestyles than to mingle with other, more sociable clans. They intended to raise Mala into a nurturing, if poor, environment that would care for her well enough once she was older to play her part in the rest of society. Mala, however, would not remain on Ryloth long enough to grow into its social cast. Slave traders made their way to Ryloth and, in doing so, managed to pick their way to the mountains where the Kru clan kept to themselves and their simple lives. The traders offered much interest in the clan females, especially the young and yet-to-mature. After all, it was the young that could be sculpted into the prime specimens for slavery. There were plenty of negotiations concerning young Mala, who was two at this time. The traders sought to collect her once she became a little older so that they could train the young girl into a sense of utmost obedience and the desire to please. Karawn was eager to take the money that was offered to the couple for their daughter, though Daesha proved to be much more stubborn. The couple was given a month to mull it over before the traders returned to collect the Twi'lek women they had chosen to pluck from their homeworld. It was in this month that a very fortunate event occured in Mala's young lifetime. A Jedi Watchman also chose to show interest in Ryloth, having been requested in a mission to the desert planet where he was to look into conflicts that had erupted between some of the more wealthy clans in the city of Kala'uun. This Jedi was a middle-aged human man named Dax Elessar. Little did he know that he would stumble upon a youth touched with the Force.
To put it lightly would say that he was drawn to her when, in fact, her presence was an itch he could not scratch. Kala'uun was not far from the mountains where Mala's clan was located and Dax chose to take a small detour in the hopes of finding this slight tingle in the Force. At first, he was recieved with hostility by the Kru people, who wanted very much to be left alone. But, eventually, he was accepted among the mountainous village just as the Slave Traders had been, as he posed no threat and promised to leave once he had discovered what he was looking for. It didn't take him long to pick Mala out of the small crowd and, immediately, he was interested. He conversed with her parents, eager to learn about their young daughter and her mannerisms. He stayed with them for a night and a day, observing the child and her curious behavior. Mala was not necessarily a serene child praised for her good behavior. Instead, she was often scolded for her curiousty and her tenacity. She rarely spoke, however, keeping to gutteral grunts and other noises. She was also very keen on communicating through subtle twitching of her lekku rather than through the verbal communication of her native tongue, Rhyl. It was quite obvious that she was a youth touched with the Force, however, and Dax was eager to take her to the Temple. Daesha was hesitant, but decided to agree to letting the Jedi take her child, having decided that it would be a much better life for her than to be sold into slavery as had been her seemingly only other option. Wishing the Kru clan well, Dax left Ryloth after securing stability among the conflicting clans in Kala'uun. He took the youth to Coruscant; to the Jedi Temple where she was taken in as one of their own after being tested and confirmed of having a certain connection with the Force.
This did not mean, however, that Mala would grow into a very serene or philosophical adolescent. Once old enough to comprehend basic concepts, she became a child eager to learn and to achieve. But she was stubborn, often a tad moody, and sometimes a too enthusiastic with her training blade. Her attention was often put into training with her lightsaber rather than paying keen mind to the Force. She was an eager fighter, that much was obvious, though she would have to learn to tame her ferocity into a calm and collected demeanor. She proved a particularly difficult Youngling to teach at first, as she often did not take direction well and kept to her stubbornness rather than to the wisdom of her teachers. Eventually, however, the wilderness in young Mala seemed to fade enough for the teachings to seep in. She began to listen more and began to grow more flexible as time went on. It was a shame that Dax died on a mission to Lorta and never got to see how Mala developed over time. Years passed and Mala grew into a much more reasonable Youngling, though she still favored combat and saber-work more so than anything. It was at the age of twelve that she was picked by a Knight - Gor Delvin - who would be her master. Gor was a human man in his early fourties with dark hair and stern grey eyes. Immediately, he set about training his young padawan, eager to teach her how to channel her energy into the Force. He, too, prefered battle... being a Guardian who was keen on the fight when it was dealt to him. He was sure to begin teaching Mala the third Form, Soresu, in the hopes that she would be able to progress to Shien despite her budding interest in Ataru. Mala's athletic prowess managed the Forms easily enough and Gor was determined to make an able-bodied Jedi out of the quiet, if tempermental Twi'lek.
One of their first missions together as Master and Padawan involved a trip to Rodia to investigate some conflicts between powerful clans. It was just after Mala had finished constructing her lightsaber and she eager for combat. Gor, however, advised her to hope, instead, that their mission would be a peaceful one. The Jedi were keepers of the peace, after all, not simply a band of warriors hungry for a fray. The Twi'lek's taste for action managed to contain itself once they arrived on the planet, where she learned that intelligence and political knowledge were also key to a Jedi's missions. They spent a long time in Rodia because each of the clans were so stubborn. Apparently, there was a disagreement as to who would be Rodia's next Grand Protector. It was an exhausting power struggle, and one that none of the clans were prepared to loose. Master Delvin acted with a calm head and steady voice despite the gruff demeanor that Mala often saw in him. He was surprisingly cool and understanding, taking each clan's argument into consideration. At times, when Master and Padawan would spend evenings training, he would ask for Mala's own advice - something that often shocked the apprentice. She, for the most part, had begun to consider herself dead weight on this trip. But whenever Gor asked her what she thought of certain Rodians in the different clans or what she thought of the conflict in general, she would actually take the time to consider all the factors and would give him as much of an intellectual answer as she could manage. Such evening discussions helped her with learning to think more rather than to jump head-first into action and Gor eventually grew pleased with the considerations Mala would give him. She learned, also, that most thoughts stem from mere instinct. Often, her feelings for one clan would come from her negative considerations of another all due to gut feelings that would stirr somewhere inside of her. "A Jedi feels with the Force, Mala. Remember that," Gor told her often, when the two would compare their own philosophies. Their mission was a quiet and subtle one, requiring no negotiations with a lightsaber as the clans were eased into some sort of agreement. The Twi'lek almost found herself sad to leave, though knew that there was always the promise of future ventures.
Another notable mission was one taken to Dagobah after various investigations had led the Jedi to believe that an assassin had claimed the murky planet as a base of operations. The nature of the mission was merely to scout the planet and to report back to the Council if anything came up. It wasn't intended to be a dangerous mission, simply one that would require patience and stealth. Gor felt these were attributes that Mala needed to gain a better grasp of and was glad to take on the excursion with his Padawan. They landed on the swamp world with little to fear and were even glad to be in such a remote planet. After all, their last mission had been in the underbelly of Coruscant, which was just as crowded as the rest of the city. It had been there, under the brief teachings of criminal simply named Escar that Mala had been taught how to use a blaster and other various weapons. Though she prefered being armed with her lightsaber, she found much thrill in handling a blaster when they had worked undercover to reveal a secret slavery ring that had been kidnapping Force-adept children. Gor was well aware that his apprentice was fond of combat in any form, whether it required malee or ranged weaponry; a lightsaber or a blaster. She was a very physical creature, working to enhance her athletic prowess as a warrior more so than anything. But Master Delvin was keen on helping her with her Force techniques - most notably, her telekinetic abilities. While they spent a month in Dagobah, searching for any signs of disruption, Gor trained Mala to listen more to the Force than to her own desires. It was through the Force that one could become a great protector, even if it didn't seem as though the Twi'lek was keen on beleieving this. The Master was persistant in emphasizing the importance of her Force techniques and they often spent their mornings and evenings training. He also encouraged philosophical discussions, hoping to sharpen the girl's intelligence and creativity.
The two spent many days proceeding through the marshes, quite close to being convinced that they would find nothing on the lonely world. But one night, after the two had finished a discussion reflecting on their last mission, they caught a slight ripple in the Force. Gor sensed it immediately but Mala had trouble identifying it, though managed to catch on when they snuck closer to the source. They found a ship, empty but recently flown, in a clearing where there seemed to be enough solid ground for it to land safely. Gor told Mala to keep to hiding in the foliage while he surveyed the ship. The Padawan did as she was told but was disgruntled to do so, having hoped that her Master would dismiss the Council's orders and let them take to further investigation. Though Gor should have contacted the Jedi, he did not, feeling that the best course of action was to see what he could do here and now. Mala did not know this, having considered her Master to be absolutely loyal to the Council's wishes. And while she waiting for him in her hiding place, a great stirring occured in the Force - even one that Mala could feel. Everything happened all at once. From the shadows of the swamp lunged a Rattataki male with a scarlet saber. He was soundless in his advance, absolutely silent as he swiped at Mala with his blade. The Twi'lek managed to dodge the ambush in leaping out of the way and activating her lightsaber, prepared to take on the Dark Jedi despite the disadvantage of being so inexperienced. Luckily, Gor had managed to sneak up on the Rattataki and the two engaged in combat. Mala was told to contact the Council should anything go array and knew well enough that it was the proper thing to do. But her headstrong passion for dueling kept her from doing so even while her Master shouted at her to adhere to the Council's orders. The Dark Jedi managed to push Gor aside using the Force and attacked Mala again, and with a strength that the teen Twi'lek had not expected. He moved his lightsaber with forceful swings and swipes and it was nearly enough to knock Mala from her feet simply in defending herself. She was no match for the assassin and it was at this point that she finally realized it. Again, however, she was saved by her Master, who managed to intervene before Mala had one of her lekku sliced off.
The duel between Gor and the assassin seemed to last for ages in Mala's perspective. She stood on, feeling absolutely helpless as the battle took place only meters away. The only way in which the Padawan could find herself useful was in contacting the Jedi. Though hesitant to leave her Master to the wrath of the Rattataki man, she pryed herself away from the fight and ran as hard as she could to their ship. When she reached their long-range communication device, she managed to get a brief message through to the Council, who told her they would send someone as soon as possible. They also told Mala to wait at the ship until someone arrived, though that could be a matter of long time that the Twi'lek knew they didn't have. So she returned to the duel only to find it in disarray. The Rattataki was slain, an armless corpse on the ground. But where was Master Delvin? Mala called out for him, her own lightsaber activated in a blaze of green light that showed her the way through the creeping darkness. It didn't take her long to find Gor, however, and she returned the weapon to her belt. The battle was done. And her Master? Dead. His ribcage had been crushed by rocks and other debri. At first, Mala faced denial. Her Master wasn't dead. Not her Master Delvin. But the truth managed to sink in over time as she carried his body back to their ship and waited to be found by the Jedi the Council had sent to help them. She was tempted to drop his body in the swamp, where it could rest beneath the surface of murky waters that would discourage his face from haunting her. But the Padawan kept her grip on him tight and sure, each muscle tense with displeasure in the matter of his death. But if there was one thing Gor taught her, it was to keep her trust in the Force, especially when it came to death. So she detatched herself from the incident. She kept her eyes tearless and her head high. But there was an obvious resentment in Mala Kru after her mission to Dagobah. It may have toughened her spirit, but it also may have hindered it, closing it up in a new sadness that manifested itself in a gruff demeanor. She seemed very much like her stone-faced Master, though disheartened by her lack of experience and her failure to act. But Mala has begun to move on, already set to meet the new Master that the Council has assigned her despite whatever resentment has chosen to stirr inside her fighting spirit.
Lightsaber: Single-phase
Color: Bright green
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho ( 4 )
Makashi ( N/A )
Soresu ( 3 )
Ataru ( 1 )
Shien / Djem So ( N/A )
>>Sub-form Backhanded ( N/A )
Niman ( N/A )
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield ( N/A )
Juyo ( N/A )
Double Bladed Combat (N/A )
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices: ( N/A )
Telekinetic: ( 3 )
Telepathic: ( 2 )
Body: ( 5 )
Sense: ( 2 )
Protection: ( 3 )
Healing: ( 1 )
Destruction: N/A
Specialized Skills: N/A
Attributes:
Physical Strength: ( 4 )
Intelligence: ( 5 )
Speed: ( 7 )
Leadership: ( 2 )
Unarmed: ( 4 )
Melee Weapons: ( 5 )
Ranged Weapons: ( 3 )
Force Attunement: +3
RP Sample:
Dagobah air was often too moist for Mala's liking. She was much more fond of warmth and heat, like in the Ryloth mountains where she had been born. But the Twi'lek only knew the desert world from a small recon mission she had taken with Master Delvin when she was fifteen. Though she knew the Ryl language well enough through research in the Archives, her homeworld was as much a mystery as the rest of the galaxy. At seventeen, Mala Kru was only a budding Jedi with vague potential. Her wild temperment and unpredictable behavior often made her a handful for Gor Delvin to train, but the two had managed to get along well enough over the past few years. And so, their partnership had brought them to the swampland of Dagobah, where there were whispers concerning a lurking assassin. The young Twi'lek stood at the edge of the murky marsh, watching the waters stirr with unseen lifeforms beneath the surface. Her lekku twitched slightly against the humidity that pressed itself against her, still adjusting to the wet environment. Though Dagobah was not Mala's favorite planet to have been assigned to, she found herself much more fond of it than she was the bustling crowds of Coruscant. It was lonely here. It was quiet.
"Nice view, isn't it?" Mala turned towards the stern and familar voice, a smirk curving the edge of her mouth. The man was standing at the mouth of their ship without a grin on his face. He rarely ever smiled and Mala appreciated this. She wouldn't have been able to take him seriously if he smiled too much. The man she looked at was in his late fourties now, and it showed in the grey streak that wove through his black hair. He strokes his bearded jawline thoughtfully as he approached her, one brow arched slightly as he prepared himself for the usual sarcasm that often slipped from his Padawan's tongue. The Twi'lek crossed her arms along her chest and looked out at the swamp again. "What view?" she replied, amused with her Master's question. She turned eyes back on him with that young smirk still pulling one corner of her mouth. Gor came to stand beside her, his own stare wandering the bog with a certain level of something significant Respect, perhaps. "The assassin is here somewhere. I can sense him." he paused, glancing to Mala whose smirk had faded. "You need to listen to the Force, Mala. You need to feel it and observe through it. Let it guide your senses. Then, you'll have a better view of this remote world." His voice was calm, but gravely - an eloquent growl that always caught his Padawan's attention.
A sound shifted in the tangled brush somewhere near the ship. Mala summoned her weapon to her hand and let the green blade hum into life, eyes narrowed as she surveyed the foliage with caution. Her nerves were on edge and eager for a fight. Perhaps too eager. She felt Gor's hand on her shoulder but ignored it. She tried to reach out with her senses as Master Delvin had instructed but didn't manage to sense anything. Her defenses did not lower, however. She managed to relax when a bogwing flapped from the tangle of gangly greenery and ascended betwixt the vines above. She deactivated her lightsaber and hung it back on her belt, eyes downcast as she turned back to her Master. Gor tilted his head just so, grey eyes observing the bowed face of his apprentice. "Jumpy, my young padawan?" If he had been someone different, he would have been teasing his student. But Gor rarely ever teased the Twi'lek. She lifted her head and looked him in the eye with a subtle ferocity that seemed almost to dare him to speak any further. Her voice was calm, however, and very controlled as she replied. "I'm sorry, Master. The last thing I want is to be ambushed." She was almost startled to see a grin catch the edge of Gor's mouth. "You are too cautious sometimes. Loosen up." Gor's advice matched with his grin made Mala chuckle as her poise became more confident and bold. "You're one to talk. Always advising me to mind my surroundings. I'm only doing what I've been told, aren't I?" She challenged him with a teasing tone in her voice only to be recieved by a rather amused smirk. "It's not exactly something you're known for, Mala, and you are well aware of that."
Tempted as she was to challenge him to a friendly spar for the sake of her training, the Twi'lek shrugged off his comment. Besides, they had a job to take care of and Mala wanted to get to it. Though their mission was simply to locate signs of the assassin, she secretly hoped that it would turn into something more. She yearned for the thrill of adrenaline and the delight of a duel, especially since she was beginning to finally manage decent development of the Soresu form. Ever since she had been a Youngling, she had held a certain passion for training with her lightsaber. She savored the hum of the blade and the warmth of the saber when two blades clashed against one another. She was a warrior at heart and hoped dearly that the day she became a Guardian would come all the more swiftly. "Well, we better get going. I'm sure we have plenty of ground to cover before we find anything of interest." Mala watched as Gor turned towards the gloom of the bog. Indeed, their venture would do best to begin. So the Twi'lek followed her Master into the swamp, hopeful that they'd find something in the shadows of the marsh.
Race: Twi'lek
Age: Seventeen
Height: Five feet & six inches
Weight: One hundred and thirty pounds
Appearance:
(I do not take credit for this image)
Mala is a Tyrian Twi'lek; one with purple skin and a certain affinity for singing and music. She is built light and lean, suitable for agile movement and speed. There is a certain texture of brawn to the young Twi'lek in the slope of her shoulders where it has built to constant and eager lightsaber training. Over all, however, she is a slender creature who is swift in movement and nimble with her feet. Certainly, her body shape makes for sharp swordsmanship.
Birth place: Ryloth
Faction: Jedi
Rank: Padawan
Bio: Mala was born to Karawnk'ru and Daeshak'ru, two young Twi'lek lovers eager in their affections. The pair did not mean to start a family, though managed themselves well enough once their daughter was born. They lived in a poor village; one that did not rejoice in whatever wealth Ryloth could manage. The Kru clan kept to themselves in the mountains, much more fond of their aloof lifestyles than to mingle with other, more sociable clans. They intended to raise Mala into a nurturing, if poor, environment that would care for her well enough once she was older to play her part in the rest of society. Mala, however, would not remain on Ryloth long enough to grow into its social cast. Slave traders made their way to Ryloth and, in doing so, managed to pick their way to the mountains where the Kru clan kept to themselves and their simple lives. The traders offered much interest in the clan females, especially the young and yet-to-mature. After all, it was the young that could be sculpted into the prime specimens for slavery. There were plenty of negotiations concerning young Mala, who was two at this time. The traders sought to collect her once she became a little older so that they could train the young girl into a sense of utmost obedience and the desire to please. Karawn was eager to take the money that was offered to the couple for their daughter, though Daesha proved to be much more stubborn. The couple was given a month to mull it over before the traders returned to collect the Twi'lek women they had chosen to pluck from their homeworld. It was in this month that a very fortunate event occured in Mala's young lifetime. A Jedi Watchman also chose to show interest in Ryloth, having been requested in a mission to the desert planet where he was to look into conflicts that had erupted between some of the more wealthy clans in the city of Kala'uun. This Jedi was a middle-aged human man named Dax Elessar. Little did he know that he would stumble upon a youth touched with the Force.
To put it lightly would say that he was drawn to her when, in fact, her presence was an itch he could not scratch. Kala'uun was not far from the mountains where Mala's clan was located and Dax chose to take a small detour in the hopes of finding this slight tingle in the Force. At first, he was recieved with hostility by the Kru people, who wanted very much to be left alone. But, eventually, he was accepted among the mountainous village just as the Slave Traders had been, as he posed no threat and promised to leave once he had discovered what he was looking for. It didn't take him long to pick Mala out of the small crowd and, immediately, he was interested. He conversed with her parents, eager to learn about their young daughter and her mannerisms. He stayed with them for a night and a day, observing the child and her curious behavior. Mala was not necessarily a serene child praised for her good behavior. Instead, she was often scolded for her curiousty and her tenacity. She rarely spoke, however, keeping to gutteral grunts and other noises. She was also very keen on communicating through subtle twitching of her lekku rather than through the verbal communication of her native tongue, Rhyl. It was quite obvious that she was a youth touched with the Force, however, and Dax was eager to take her to the Temple. Daesha was hesitant, but decided to agree to letting the Jedi take her child, having decided that it would be a much better life for her than to be sold into slavery as had been her seemingly only other option. Wishing the Kru clan well, Dax left Ryloth after securing stability among the conflicting clans in Kala'uun. He took the youth to Coruscant; to the Jedi Temple where she was taken in as one of their own after being tested and confirmed of having a certain connection with the Force.
This did not mean, however, that Mala would grow into a very serene or philosophical adolescent. Once old enough to comprehend basic concepts, she became a child eager to learn and to achieve. But she was stubborn, often a tad moody, and sometimes a too enthusiastic with her training blade. Her attention was often put into training with her lightsaber rather than paying keen mind to the Force. She was an eager fighter, that much was obvious, though she would have to learn to tame her ferocity into a calm and collected demeanor. She proved a particularly difficult Youngling to teach at first, as she often did not take direction well and kept to her stubbornness rather than to the wisdom of her teachers. Eventually, however, the wilderness in young Mala seemed to fade enough for the teachings to seep in. She began to listen more and began to grow more flexible as time went on. It was a shame that Dax died on a mission to Lorta and never got to see how Mala developed over time. Years passed and Mala grew into a much more reasonable Youngling, though she still favored combat and saber-work more so than anything. It was at the age of twelve that she was picked by a Knight - Gor Delvin - who would be her master. Gor was a human man in his early fourties with dark hair and stern grey eyes. Immediately, he set about training his young padawan, eager to teach her how to channel her energy into the Force. He, too, prefered battle... being a Guardian who was keen on the fight when it was dealt to him. He was sure to begin teaching Mala the third Form, Soresu, in the hopes that she would be able to progress to Shien despite her budding interest in Ataru. Mala's athletic prowess managed the Forms easily enough and Gor was determined to make an able-bodied Jedi out of the quiet, if tempermental Twi'lek.
One of their first missions together as Master and Padawan involved a trip to Rodia to investigate some conflicts between powerful clans. It was just after Mala had finished constructing her lightsaber and she eager for combat. Gor, however, advised her to hope, instead, that their mission would be a peaceful one. The Jedi were keepers of the peace, after all, not simply a band of warriors hungry for a fray. The Twi'lek's taste for action managed to contain itself once they arrived on the planet, where she learned that intelligence and political knowledge were also key to a Jedi's missions. They spent a long time in Rodia because each of the clans were so stubborn. Apparently, there was a disagreement as to who would be Rodia's next Grand Protector. It was an exhausting power struggle, and one that none of the clans were prepared to loose. Master Delvin acted with a calm head and steady voice despite the gruff demeanor that Mala often saw in him. He was surprisingly cool and understanding, taking each clan's argument into consideration. At times, when Master and Padawan would spend evenings training, he would ask for Mala's own advice - something that often shocked the apprentice. She, for the most part, had begun to consider herself dead weight on this trip. But whenever Gor asked her what she thought of certain Rodians in the different clans or what she thought of the conflict in general, she would actually take the time to consider all the factors and would give him as much of an intellectual answer as she could manage. Such evening discussions helped her with learning to think more rather than to jump head-first into action and Gor eventually grew pleased with the considerations Mala would give him. She learned, also, that most thoughts stem from mere instinct. Often, her feelings for one clan would come from her negative considerations of another all due to gut feelings that would stirr somewhere inside of her. "A Jedi feels with the Force, Mala. Remember that," Gor told her often, when the two would compare their own philosophies. Their mission was a quiet and subtle one, requiring no negotiations with a lightsaber as the clans were eased into some sort of agreement. The Twi'lek almost found herself sad to leave, though knew that there was always the promise of future ventures.
Another notable mission was one taken to Dagobah after various investigations had led the Jedi to believe that an assassin had claimed the murky planet as a base of operations. The nature of the mission was merely to scout the planet and to report back to the Council if anything came up. It wasn't intended to be a dangerous mission, simply one that would require patience and stealth. Gor felt these were attributes that Mala needed to gain a better grasp of and was glad to take on the excursion with his Padawan. They landed on the swamp world with little to fear and were even glad to be in such a remote planet. After all, their last mission had been in the underbelly of Coruscant, which was just as crowded as the rest of the city. It had been there, under the brief teachings of criminal simply named Escar that Mala had been taught how to use a blaster and other various weapons. Though she prefered being armed with her lightsaber, she found much thrill in handling a blaster when they had worked undercover to reveal a secret slavery ring that had been kidnapping Force-adept children. Gor was well aware that his apprentice was fond of combat in any form, whether it required malee or ranged weaponry; a lightsaber or a blaster. She was a very physical creature, working to enhance her athletic prowess as a warrior more so than anything. But Master Delvin was keen on helping her with her Force techniques - most notably, her telekinetic abilities. While they spent a month in Dagobah, searching for any signs of disruption, Gor trained Mala to listen more to the Force than to her own desires. It was through the Force that one could become a great protector, even if it didn't seem as though the Twi'lek was keen on beleieving this. The Master was persistant in emphasizing the importance of her Force techniques and they often spent their mornings and evenings training. He also encouraged philosophical discussions, hoping to sharpen the girl's intelligence and creativity.
The two spent many days proceeding through the marshes, quite close to being convinced that they would find nothing on the lonely world. But one night, after the two had finished a discussion reflecting on their last mission, they caught a slight ripple in the Force. Gor sensed it immediately but Mala had trouble identifying it, though managed to catch on when they snuck closer to the source. They found a ship, empty but recently flown, in a clearing where there seemed to be enough solid ground for it to land safely. Gor told Mala to keep to hiding in the foliage while he surveyed the ship. The Padawan did as she was told but was disgruntled to do so, having hoped that her Master would dismiss the Council's orders and let them take to further investigation. Though Gor should have contacted the Jedi, he did not, feeling that the best course of action was to see what he could do here and now. Mala did not know this, having considered her Master to be absolutely loyal to the Council's wishes. And while she waiting for him in her hiding place, a great stirring occured in the Force - even one that Mala could feel. Everything happened all at once. From the shadows of the swamp lunged a Rattataki male with a scarlet saber. He was soundless in his advance, absolutely silent as he swiped at Mala with his blade. The Twi'lek managed to dodge the ambush in leaping out of the way and activating her lightsaber, prepared to take on the Dark Jedi despite the disadvantage of being so inexperienced. Luckily, Gor had managed to sneak up on the Rattataki and the two engaged in combat. Mala was told to contact the Council should anything go array and knew well enough that it was the proper thing to do. But her headstrong passion for dueling kept her from doing so even while her Master shouted at her to adhere to the Council's orders. The Dark Jedi managed to push Gor aside using the Force and attacked Mala again, and with a strength that the teen Twi'lek had not expected. He moved his lightsaber with forceful swings and swipes and it was nearly enough to knock Mala from her feet simply in defending herself. She was no match for the assassin and it was at this point that she finally realized it. Again, however, she was saved by her Master, who managed to intervene before Mala had one of her lekku sliced off.
The duel between Gor and the assassin seemed to last for ages in Mala's perspective. She stood on, feeling absolutely helpless as the battle took place only meters away. The only way in which the Padawan could find herself useful was in contacting the Jedi. Though hesitant to leave her Master to the wrath of the Rattataki man, she pryed herself away from the fight and ran as hard as she could to their ship. When she reached their long-range communication device, she managed to get a brief message through to the Council, who told her they would send someone as soon as possible. They also told Mala to wait at the ship until someone arrived, though that could be a matter of long time that the Twi'lek knew they didn't have. So she returned to the duel only to find it in disarray. The Rattataki was slain, an armless corpse on the ground. But where was Master Delvin? Mala called out for him, her own lightsaber activated in a blaze of green light that showed her the way through the creeping darkness. It didn't take her long to find Gor, however, and she returned the weapon to her belt. The battle was done. And her Master? Dead. His ribcage had been crushed by rocks and other debri. At first, Mala faced denial. Her Master wasn't dead. Not her Master Delvin. But the truth managed to sink in over time as she carried his body back to their ship and waited to be found by the Jedi the Council had sent to help them. She was tempted to drop his body in the swamp, where it could rest beneath the surface of murky waters that would discourage his face from haunting her. But the Padawan kept her grip on him tight and sure, each muscle tense with displeasure in the matter of his death. But if there was one thing Gor taught her, it was to keep her trust in the Force, especially when it came to death. So she detatched herself from the incident. She kept her eyes tearless and her head high. But there was an obvious resentment in Mala Kru after her mission to Dagobah. It may have toughened her spirit, but it also may have hindered it, closing it up in a new sadness that manifested itself in a gruff demeanor. She seemed very much like her stone-faced Master, though disheartened by her lack of experience and her failure to act. But Mala has begun to move on, already set to meet the new Master that the Council has assigned her despite whatever resentment has chosen to stirr inside her fighting spirit.
Lightsaber: Single-phase
Color: Bright green
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho ( 4 )
Makashi ( N/A )
Soresu ( 3 )
Ataru ( 1 )
Shien / Djem So ( N/A )
>>Sub-form Backhanded ( N/A )
Niman ( N/A )
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield ( N/A )
Juyo ( N/A )
Double Bladed Combat (N/A )
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices: ( N/A )
Telekinetic: ( 3 )
Telepathic: ( 2 )
Body: ( 5 )
Sense: ( 2 )
Protection: ( 3 )
Healing: ( 1 )
Destruction: N/A
Specialized Skills: N/A
Attributes:
Physical Strength: ( 4 )
Intelligence: ( 5 )
Speed: ( 7 )
Leadership: ( 2 )
Unarmed: ( 4 )
Melee Weapons: ( 5 )
Ranged Weapons: ( 3 )
Force Attunement: +3
RP Sample:
Dagobah air was often too moist for Mala's liking. She was much more fond of warmth and heat, like in the Ryloth mountains where she had been born. But the Twi'lek only knew the desert world from a small recon mission she had taken with Master Delvin when she was fifteen. Though she knew the Ryl language well enough through research in the Archives, her homeworld was as much a mystery as the rest of the galaxy. At seventeen, Mala Kru was only a budding Jedi with vague potential. Her wild temperment and unpredictable behavior often made her a handful for Gor Delvin to train, but the two had managed to get along well enough over the past few years. And so, their partnership had brought them to the swampland of Dagobah, where there were whispers concerning a lurking assassin. The young Twi'lek stood at the edge of the murky marsh, watching the waters stirr with unseen lifeforms beneath the surface. Her lekku twitched slightly against the humidity that pressed itself against her, still adjusting to the wet environment. Though Dagobah was not Mala's favorite planet to have been assigned to, she found herself much more fond of it than she was the bustling crowds of Coruscant. It was lonely here. It was quiet.
"Nice view, isn't it?" Mala turned towards the stern and familar voice, a smirk curving the edge of her mouth. The man was standing at the mouth of their ship without a grin on his face. He rarely ever smiled and Mala appreciated this. She wouldn't have been able to take him seriously if he smiled too much. The man she looked at was in his late fourties now, and it showed in the grey streak that wove through his black hair. He strokes his bearded jawline thoughtfully as he approached her, one brow arched slightly as he prepared himself for the usual sarcasm that often slipped from his Padawan's tongue. The Twi'lek crossed her arms along her chest and looked out at the swamp again. "What view?" she replied, amused with her Master's question. She turned eyes back on him with that young smirk still pulling one corner of her mouth. Gor came to stand beside her, his own stare wandering the bog with a certain level of something significant Respect, perhaps. "The assassin is here somewhere. I can sense him." he paused, glancing to Mala whose smirk had faded. "You need to listen to the Force, Mala. You need to feel it and observe through it. Let it guide your senses. Then, you'll have a better view of this remote world." His voice was calm, but gravely - an eloquent growl that always caught his Padawan's attention.
A sound shifted in the tangled brush somewhere near the ship. Mala summoned her weapon to her hand and let the green blade hum into life, eyes narrowed as she surveyed the foliage with caution. Her nerves were on edge and eager for a fight. Perhaps too eager. She felt Gor's hand on her shoulder but ignored it. She tried to reach out with her senses as Master Delvin had instructed but didn't manage to sense anything. Her defenses did not lower, however. She managed to relax when a bogwing flapped from the tangle of gangly greenery and ascended betwixt the vines above. She deactivated her lightsaber and hung it back on her belt, eyes downcast as she turned back to her Master. Gor tilted his head just so, grey eyes observing the bowed face of his apprentice. "Jumpy, my young padawan?" If he had been someone different, he would have been teasing his student. But Gor rarely ever teased the Twi'lek. She lifted her head and looked him in the eye with a subtle ferocity that seemed almost to dare him to speak any further. Her voice was calm, however, and very controlled as she replied. "I'm sorry, Master. The last thing I want is to be ambushed." She was almost startled to see a grin catch the edge of Gor's mouth. "You are too cautious sometimes. Loosen up." Gor's advice matched with his grin made Mala chuckle as her poise became more confident and bold. "You're one to talk. Always advising me to mind my surroundings. I'm only doing what I've been told, aren't I?" She challenged him with a teasing tone in her voice only to be recieved by a rather amused smirk. "It's not exactly something you're known for, Mala, and you are well aware of that."
Tempted as she was to challenge him to a friendly spar for the sake of her training, the Twi'lek shrugged off his comment. Besides, they had a job to take care of and Mala wanted to get to it. Though their mission was simply to locate signs of the assassin, she secretly hoped that it would turn into something more. She yearned for the thrill of adrenaline and the delight of a duel, especially since she was beginning to finally manage decent development of the Soresu form. Ever since she had been a Youngling, she had held a certain passion for training with her lightsaber. She savored the hum of the blade and the warmth of the saber when two blades clashed against one another. She was a warrior at heart and hoped dearly that the day she became a Guardian would come all the more swiftly. "Well, we better get going. I'm sure we have plenty of ground to cover before we find anything of interest." Mala watched as Gor turned towards the gloom of the bog. Indeed, their venture would do best to begin. So the Twi'lek followed her Master into the swamp, hopeful that they'd find something in the shadows of the marsh.
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