Post by Princess Lea on May 17, 2009 10:47:41 GMT -5
Name: Celeste Vornye
Race: Human
Age: 12, almost 13
Height: 5 feet, 5 inches
Weight: 110 lbs
Appearance: www.weblo.com/asset_images/large/Bella_Thorne_Bella_Thorne_48862b8a23506.jpg
Celeste is a pretty girl. Her rosy, perfect skin lacks any cuts, burns or imperfections that that of an average Jedi Knight has. Obviously, those will come in time. Her brown eyes, deep and yet cold, are framed by thick lashes. She has a petite, almost perfect nose, but she, of course, isn't very fond of it. Her lips are full, covering bright, white teeth. She is a little below average in height, and slim, due to Jedi Training. Her breasts are small as she is still young, which has it's advantages when it comes to fighting. Her blonde-red hair falls down to a ways past her shoulders in soft waves. She has bangs as well, falling to the level of her eyebrows.
Clothing-wise, Celeste wears the Padawan outfit most all the time, though it bugs her. She brushes her hair everyday, and wears it loose whenever possible. She puts it up in a braid, though, when she's fighting or doing aerobic or physical excersizes that would cause her hair to fly around her face. Her figure is petite, with small shoulders and a thin waist. Her legs and arms are long, which help with the combat part of her life.
Birth place: Coruscant
Faction: Jedi
Rank: Padawan
Bio: Thomas and Joanne Vornye were simple, honest people. They met on a rainy day in the market place on Coruscant. His family owned a shop. She was out, buying some things her father needed. She was 13 then, he was 17. Four years later, they got married, and a year later, they had their first child. Anne was a perfect little baby girl in every way. She was beautiful, sweet, adorable, and she rarely cried. Everyone loved Anne, and it was obvious she would one day go into either politics or entertainment, rather than follow her parents in the market industry, as she was quite charming. While they were never very well-to-do, Joanne, Thomas and Anne were happy, and they had a great life.
The year Celeste Vornye was born, her sister Anne was already four and loved. Celeste stood no chance of measuring up to her older sister, four years behind as she was. Thus her early years were spent in Anne's shadow, being cared for, but not pampered like her sister. Where Anne was dearly loved, Celeste was grudgingly entertained. Anne was beautiful, sweet, shy, everything perfect and nice. Celeste was stubborn, fierce, and not nearly as attractive. When company visited her parents, she was sent to set the table, while Anne was sent to entertain. When she was a baby, Celeste barely noticed. But as she grew older, Celeste started to notice. This affected her, even whens she was only four. The girl became more withdrawn, trying to keep out of reality, living in her fantasy world, trying to pretend it didn't hurt her small self. When she turned five, though, her world changed.
On Celeste's five year old birthday, a small family-only celebration with only a couple of small presents, two things happened. First, her family realized that the little girl was force-sensitive when she moved a present from one side of the table to the other. She'd done things like this before, but her parents paid little attention to her, it hadn't been noticed by them, and as she wasn't out in the public eye much either, the Jedi hadn't noticed yet. The second thing was her father's death. The two events were not related, but her mother and sister seemed to feel that way, and were more than happy enough to finally have an excuse to send Celeste off. That, more than anything, hurt the girl, but at the same time, it made her amazingly happy. Finally, a chance to shine, a chance to get away from her older sister, a chance to shine. In barely any time, arrangements were made, and Celeste was away from her parents. Though her journey had started five years ago, that felt like the real beginning for the girl.
Compared to life at home, being a Jedi Novitiate was wonderful. It meant lots of hard work, day after day, but it also meant friends, fun, and the chance to shine for herself. Celeste was, from an early age, very strong with the lightsaber, as well as physical and unarmed combat. She had always been strong, and now her strength wasn't a terrible 'manly' thing, but rather something to flaunt. With the Force, however, Celeste was never as advanced. She was certainly force-sensitive, but had more trouble with it than the other younglings. She had little patience to sit and meditate, or to bother learning the Force. She preferred being up and going and doing physical things, all through her youth. She learned Shii-Cho very quickly; it came to her easily. She also began working on unnarmed combat. She did this mostly with other Padawans, but received some instruction on it from her teachers as well.
Celeste was never scared, as a youngling, that she would not be chosen as a Padawan to some Jedi Knight, and later become a Knight herself. She could already see herself, off on various adventures, fighting without the restraints of her Jedi teachers. Even at eleven, and as she turned twelve, Celeste wasn't at all worried. She figured a Master for her would come along in time. At twelve and a half, though, despite all her best efforts to distract herself more and more in the practice room with a lightsaber, she began to fret. What if her lack of patience cost her so much that she'd go on to the AgroCorps? The young girl was determined not to let that happen. So she worked harder. She tried her best to catch up to the other younglings in Force usage, and worked more with Shii-Cho using her training lightsaber. It was all she could do, and as she saw it, some Jedi Knight would choose her as their Padawan. It had to happen.
Twelve, with only two and a half months until age thirteen, Celeste is hoping that now is the time. She is working hard and praying every night. Who knows what lays in her future, but if the girl has anything to say about it, definitely not the AgroCorps.
Lightsaber: Single, a training saber
Color: Green
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho 3
Makashi --
Soresu --
Ataru --
Shien / Djem So --
>>Sub-form Backhanded --
Niman --
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield --
Juyo --
Double Bladed Combat --
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 3
Telepathic: 2
Body: 3
Sense: 2
Protection: 2
Healing: 2
Destruction: 0
Specialized Skills: N/A
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 4
Intelligence: 3
Speed: 5
Leadership: 3
Unarmed: 2
Melee Weapons: 1
Ranged Weapons: 1
Force Attunement: +2
RP Sample: Celeste gazed into the mirror. Brown eyes gazed back at her. Brown eyes that, two months from now, might be the eyes of a farmer. No. That wouldn't happen-it just couldn't. Celeste was looking at the face of a Jedi Padawan-to-be. Soon, very soon, those eyes would be gazing at an entirely different planet, at stranger creatures than she'd ever seen, some she'd have to kill. Those eyes would see her Master in the distance, would see the open sky as she maneuvered a ship, would see everything there was to see. Celeste hadn't spent eight years learning to fight and use the Force for nothing. Those eight years had been fun, in a way, a place for her to learn and shine, but now it was time to go further. A Master would choose her, and someday she'd go far. She'd see other worlds, other races, portions of space unexplored, everything.
A piece of Celeste's red hair came loose from the braid she wore and fell in front of her face, bringing her back to reality. With a small sigh, she rose. She'd spent enough time at the mirror anyway. As she approached her bed, she noticed she'd left a book on it, probably from reading it the night before. She sat on the bed and stroked the cover of the book, sadly. Books, more than anything else, brought back memories of her earlier childhood. Those years, at home, withdrawn from everything, trying to pretend that she didn't care that her parents loved her sister more than her. She'd learned to read early on, a way of detaching herself from the world. When she read books, she could be whomever she wanted, and she could be noticed.
Of course, Celeste hadn't needed books to be noticed among the younglings. She'd only needed a lightsaber. Her uncanny accuracy and agility was noticeable both then, and now. Celeste loved using the lightsaber. With a smile, the girl recalled the first time she'd used the instrument. She remembered how perfect it had felt in her hand, how gracefully it swung around, how much she'd loved it even then, before she found out exactly how good she was with it. Then there had been the matter of the Force. Obviously, Celeste was Force-sensitive, how else would she have become a Jedi? But she didn't have the patience for learning. Her connection to the Force was also weaker, probably because she didn't like meditation and such.
Celeste flopped back onto the bed, relaxing all her muscles. As of lately, she'd been practicing more and more, even working on her meditation, hoping to catch the eye of a visiting Master. It was tiring! It seemed to be working though-her skill with the Force was improving a little, and she was able to meditate for longer periods of time. Nonetheless, it felt good to relax for a moment. She stared up at the ceiling, then back down at the bed she'd slept in for years now. The whole room was quite familiar to her by now, the smell, the look, everything. It would be so different once she was chosen as a Padawan. She'd have a different bed, a different room, everything would be different. Some nights she might not even be in Coruscant, but on a faraway planet. Unless she wasn't chosen, that is. Celeste stared up at the ceiling once more, tracing the patterns with her eyes, and praying.
Race: Human
Age: 12, almost 13
Height: 5 feet, 5 inches
Weight: 110 lbs
Appearance: www.weblo.com/asset_images/large/Bella_Thorne_Bella_Thorne_48862b8a23506.jpg
Celeste is a pretty girl. Her rosy, perfect skin lacks any cuts, burns or imperfections that that of an average Jedi Knight has. Obviously, those will come in time. Her brown eyes, deep and yet cold, are framed by thick lashes. She has a petite, almost perfect nose, but she, of course, isn't very fond of it. Her lips are full, covering bright, white teeth. She is a little below average in height, and slim, due to Jedi Training. Her breasts are small as she is still young, which has it's advantages when it comes to fighting. Her blonde-red hair falls down to a ways past her shoulders in soft waves. She has bangs as well, falling to the level of her eyebrows.
Clothing-wise, Celeste wears the Padawan outfit most all the time, though it bugs her. She brushes her hair everyday, and wears it loose whenever possible. She puts it up in a braid, though, when she's fighting or doing aerobic or physical excersizes that would cause her hair to fly around her face. Her figure is petite, with small shoulders and a thin waist. Her legs and arms are long, which help with the combat part of her life.
Birth place: Coruscant
Faction: Jedi
Rank: Padawan
Bio: Thomas and Joanne Vornye were simple, honest people. They met on a rainy day in the market place on Coruscant. His family owned a shop. She was out, buying some things her father needed. She was 13 then, he was 17. Four years later, they got married, and a year later, they had their first child. Anne was a perfect little baby girl in every way. She was beautiful, sweet, adorable, and she rarely cried. Everyone loved Anne, and it was obvious she would one day go into either politics or entertainment, rather than follow her parents in the market industry, as she was quite charming. While they were never very well-to-do, Joanne, Thomas and Anne were happy, and they had a great life.
The year Celeste Vornye was born, her sister Anne was already four and loved. Celeste stood no chance of measuring up to her older sister, four years behind as she was. Thus her early years were spent in Anne's shadow, being cared for, but not pampered like her sister. Where Anne was dearly loved, Celeste was grudgingly entertained. Anne was beautiful, sweet, shy, everything perfect and nice. Celeste was stubborn, fierce, and not nearly as attractive. When company visited her parents, she was sent to set the table, while Anne was sent to entertain. When she was a baby, Celeste barely noticed. But as she grew older, Celeste started to notice. This affected her, even whens she was only four. The girl became more withdrawn, trying to keep out of reality, living in her fantasy world, trying to pretend it didn't hurt her small self. When she turned five, though, her world changed.
On Celeste's five year old birthday, a small family-only celebration with only a couple of small presents, two things happened. First, her family realized that the little girl was force-sensitive when she moved a present from one side of the table to the other. She'd done things like this before, but her parents paid little attention to her, it hadn't been noticed by them, and as she wasn't out in the public eye much either, the Jedi hadn't noticed yet. The second thing was her father's death. The two events were not related, but her mother and sister seemed to feel that way, and were more than happy enough to finally have an excuse to send Celeste off. That, more than anything, hurt the girl, but at the same time, it made her amazingly happy. Finally, a chance to shine, a chance to get away from her older sister, a chance to shine. In barely any time, arrangements were made, and Celeste was away from her parents. Though her journey had started five years ago, that felt like the real beginning for the girl.
Compared to life at home, being a Jedi Novitiate was wonderful. It meant lots of hard work, day after day, but it also meant friends, fun, and the chance to shine for herself. Celeste was, from an early age, very strong with the lightsaber, as well as physical and unarmed combat. She had always been strong, and now her strength wasn't a terrible 'manly' thing, but rather something to flaunt. With the Force, however, Celeste was never as advanced. She was certainly force-sensitive, but had more trouble with it than the other younglings. She had little patience to sit and meditate, or to bother learning the Force. She preferred being up and going and doing physical things, all through her youth. She learned Shii-Cho very quickly; it came to her easily. She also began working on unnarmed combat. She did this mostly with other Padawans, but received some instruction on it from her teachers as well.
Celeste was never scared, as a youngling, that she would not be chosen as a Padawan to some Jedi Knight, and later become a Knight herself. She could already see herself, off on various adventures, fighting without the restraints of her Jedi teachers. Even at eleven, and as she turned twelve, Celeste wasn't at all worried. She figured a Master for her would come along in time. At twelve and a half, though, despite all her best efforts to distract herself more and more in the practice room with a lightsaber, she began to fret. What if her lack of patience cost her so much that she'd go on to the AgroCorps? The young girl was determined not to let that happen. So she worked harder. She tried her best to catch up to the other younglings in Force usage, and worked more with Shii-Cho using her training lightsaber. It was all she could do, and as she saw it, some Jedi Knight would choose her as their Padawan. It had to happen.
Twelve, with only two and a half months until age thirteen, Celeste is hoping that now is the time. She is working hard and praying every night. Who knows what lays in her future, but if the girl has anything to say about it, definitely not the AgroCorps.
Lightsaber: Single, a training saber
Color: Green
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho 3
Makashi --
Soresu --
Ataru --
Shien / Djem So --
>>Sub-form Backhanded --
Niman --
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield --
Juyo --
Double Bladed Combat --
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 3
Telepathic: 2
Body: 3
Sense: 2
Protection: 2
Healing: 2
Destruction: 0
Specialized Skills: N/A
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 4
Intelligence: 3
Speed: 5
Leadership: 3
Unarmed: 2
Melee Weapons: 1
Ranged Weapons: 1
Force Attunement: +2
RP Sample: Celeste gazed into the mirror. Brown eyes gazed back at her. Brown eyes that, two months from now, might be the eyes of a farmer. No. That wouldn't happen-it just couldn't. Celeste was looking at the face of a Jedi Padawan-to-be. Soon, very soon, those eyes would be gazing at an entirely different planet, at stranger creatures than she'd ever seen, some she'd have to kill. Those eyes would see her Master in the distance, would see the open sky as she maneuvered a ship, would see everything there was to see. Celeste hadn't spent eight years learning to fight and use the Force for nothing. Those eight years had been fun, in a way, a place for her to learn and shine, but now it was time to go further. A Master would choose her, and someday she'd go far. She'd see other worlds, other races, portions of space unexplored, everything.
A piece of Celeste's red hair came loose from the braid she wore and fell in front of her face, bringing her back to reality. With a small sigh, she rose. She'd spent enough time at the mirror anyway. As she approached her bed, she noticed she'd left a book on it, probably from reading it the night before. She sat on the bed and stroked the cover of the book, sadly. Books, more than anything else, brought back memories of her earlier childhood. Those years, at home, withdrawn from everything, trying to pretend that she didn't care that her parents loved her sister more than her. She'd learned to read early on, a way of detaching herself from the world. When she read books, she could be whomever she wanted, and she could be noticed.
Of course, Celeste hadn't needed books to be noticed among the younglings. She'd only needed a lightsaber. Her uncanny accuracy and agility was noticeable both then, and now. Celeste loved using the lightsaber. With a smile, the girl recalled the first time she'd used the instrument. She remembered how perfect it had felt in her hand, how gracefully it swung around, how much she'd loved it even then, before she found out exactly how good she was with it. Then there had been the matter of the Force. Obviously, Celeste was Force-sensitive, how else would she have become a Jedi? But she didn't have the patience for learning. Her connection to the Force was also weaker, probably because she didn't like meditation and such.
Celeste flopped back onto the bed, relaxing all her muscles. As of lately, she'd been practicing more and more, even working on her meditation, hoping to catch the eye of a visiting Master. It was tiring! It seemed to be working though-her skill with the Force was improving a little, and she was able to meditate for longer periods of time. Nonetheless, it felt good to relax for a moment. She stared up at the ceiling, then back down at the bed she'd slept in for years now. The whole room was quite familiar to her by now, the smell, the look, everything. It would be so different once she was chosen as a Padawan. She'd have a different bed, a different room, everything would be different. Some nights she might not even be in Coruscant, but on a faraway planet. Unless she wasn't chosen, that is. Celeste stared up at the ceiling once more, tracing the patterns with her eyes, and praying.
