Post by despainje on Jul 30, 2015 13:18:16 GMT -5
Race: Miraluka
Age: Unknown
Height: 5'11
Weight: 175 lbs
Eye: flesh colored
Hair: Long flowing naturally blood red
Personality: Sultry, Seductive, secretive, domineering
History: Rekal was born on the Mirorbal station in the Dekalb system. She was the oldest child of her mother, and her fathers oldest child. Her parents split when she was just a small child, so she really has no memories of them together. She knew of the force as a child, no Miraluka can grow up not knowing, it is how they see the world. To forget the pain of the past her mother moved them to the Refuge quarter of Nar Shaada. The break up of her mother and father tore her mother to shards, and Rekal was too small to help pick up the pieces, drink, drug, and men, that was the path her mother took. By the age of five Rekal was running the streets of the quarter with the other beggars thieves, and other urchins. They forged her burgeoning awareness into something new and different. Then she discovered the gifts of the force. How to influence people, at first it was brutal and brute force suggestion. Over the years before she even attained puberty she was a master manipulator. More than once rescuing friends from trips to the spice mines with the power of her silky butter soft voice. Walking them out free and clear from custody of the Overseer. Then came the beginning of the curves of a womanly nature, and she learned other ways of manipulation. The wiles of seduction with or with out the force, she learned that she could manipulate both men and women, only the most stalwart could resist her. With that power came a price though, she had not the experience to understand that at times there were men and women you should not entice, they would see far beyond the meaning and breadth of your words. After one such encounter she lashed out at the violator of her virtue and scourged him with pure heat and flames, leaving nothing but a smoking charred black oily stain behind. It was her first true taste of the power of the dark side. She knew a new taste, had a new craving for power, this power. It drove her, it called her, it goaded her.
This drove her to explore the Undercity, there were rumors of an ancient people of power that had been hidden below. With her new power Rekal knew she could find it. Knew that its hidden secrets would be hers. For months she explored the underground, living on little sleep, only what food she could scrounge and fetid water she purified with the force. Eventually she found what she was seeking, a doorway inscribed with Runes of Power, that in her force sight leapt out and seared themselves to her mind. The Path way of the Brotherhood of the Prophetic Church. She entered with no fear no trepidation, entered like it was her birth right. She could hear the scrabbling of creatures about her. But she feared them not, he thirst for power outweighed those paltry feelings of the flesh. She explored room after abandoned room, growing more and more desperate, knowing the things she needed to learn were just outside of her reach. Again she heard the scrabble of creatures and in her mounting anger she screeched a scream at them, the scream resounded in the force shaking the room, loosening mortar and brick causing an avalanche of dust throughout the room. "I WILL NOT BE DENIED"
With a groan of shifting stone a doorway appeared as the bricks were literally blasted from there resting place. The scrabbling closed in at this point as her noise identified her location to the would be predators. Quickly tasting fear mixed with her anger for the first time she hurried through the new door way. It was a room littered with scraps, scripts, books and scrolls. She had found that which she sought. Atop a pile of papers sat a device, something completely unfamiliar to her but it glowed dark and malevolently in her force sight, she was drawn to its power. It did not yield to her probing with the force and she did not understand its purpose. She held it in a tight grip in her right hand, she sat down at the lone desk in the room and began reading the scrolls and tomes. Time had no meaning as she read. She was absorbed with what she was learning, no craving for food, nor thirst for water could over come her thirst for knowledge. Dust plumed as she closed a tome of knowledge of sight beyond sight, she cast her senses as far as she could. She felt the presence of the Eikki mutants and their thirst to taste her flesh but their unwillingness to enter the temple. And another that had entered her domain. This one had a power of his own, and it was not like hers. It was not hers, well not yet, she had her ways she thought to her self. Rekal rose and went to find that whom dared to trespass on her domain.
It did not take long to find the young man with the long braided tail of hair and dusty brown and tan robes. He was not much older than she was. on closer inspection the face was dirty, the robes were torn, and the eyes looked hunted, and haunted. His steps were staggering, and he seemed to not have much left of his will. "Must hide, Imperial commandos not far off, Killed my master."
"Your a Jedi" Rekal said incredulously. The youth nodded and continued on moving towards her. Obviously he wanted her help, needed her help, but he had transgressed he had entered her domain unbidden, and brought death squads on his heels. They would not hesitate to kill her or anyone else they deemed necessary to complete their mission. There were few jedi left the Emperor had named them Anathema, and the hunting had started. Her anger spread and swelled, she could feel the power growing, "Insolent piddling Padawan learner, do you know what you have DONE?" The shout echoed around the amphitheater causing unseen things to scurry for cover. "You dare impose yourself with out leave upon ME!" The padawan learner flinched at the shouts.
"You will call them down upon us, lower your voice, they will kill you too!" he implored.
Rekal looked at him, pathetic weak, already beaten, willing to run and hide like a whipped puppy, it disgusted her. She had no weapon, other than the force, and the things she had learned were swirling in her mind. With out thought she raised her right hand and green and purple energy should through the air causing the dust to catch flame and rush around the room in patterns and designs. When the energy struck the Padawan in the chest, he arched his back and dropped to his knees in silent agony. Only the rush of the flames and the crackle of the force energy could be heard. With a last vestige of life energy the Padawan surged forward fumbling for the light saber at his belt. Casually, though later she was not certain exactly how, Rekal ripped it free from his belt to her own hand, then clubbed him with the Pyramid object still clutched in her right hand. The taste of the innocent Padwan's blood caused a change in the device, it suddenly grew painfully hot and Rekal dropped it on the dias.
"You are not Lord Revan" The sudden apparition that appeared spoken solemnly. it took in the light saber in her hand, and the still cooling body at her feet. "It appears that you have potential, you have learned nothing yet, I am Vititae and I am now your master, and you are my student." and thus her training begins.......
.....To Be Continued
Age: Unknown
Height: 5'11
Weight: 175 lbs
Eye: flesh colored
Hair: Long flowing naturally blood red
Personality: Sultry, Seductive, secretive, domineering
History: Rekal was born on the Mirorbal station in the Dekalb system. She was the oldest child of her mother, and her fathers oldest child. Her parents split when she was just a small child, so she really has no memories of them together. She knew of the force as a child, no Miraluka can grow up not knowing, it is how they see the world. To forget the pain of the past her mother moved them to the Refuge quarter of Nar Shaada. The break up of her mother and father tore her mother to shards, and Rekal was too small to help pick up the pieces, drink, drug, and men, that was the path her mother took. By the age of five Rekal was running the streets of the quarter with the other beggars thieves, and other urchins. They forged her burgeoning awareness into something new and different. Then she discovered the gifts of the force. How to influence people, at first it was brutal and brute force suggestion. Over the years before she even attained puberty she was a master manipulator. More than once rescuing friends from trips to the spice mines with the power of her silky butter soft voice. Walking them out free and clear from custody of the Overseer. Then came the beginning of the curves of a womanly nature, and she learned other ways of manipulation. The wiles of seduction with or with out the force, she learned that she could manipulate both men and women, only the most stalwart could resist her. With that power came a price though, she had not the experience to understand that at times there were men and women you should not entice, they would see far beyond the meaning and breadth of your words. After one such encounter she lashed out at the violator of her virtue and scourged him with pure heat and flames, leaving nothing but a smoking charred black oily stain behind. It was her first true taste of the power of the dark side. She knew a new taste, had a new craving for power, this power. It drove her, it called her, it goaded her.
This drove her to explore the Undercity, there were rumors of an ancient people of power that had been hidden below. With her new power Rekal knew she could find it. Knew that its hidden secrets would be hers. For months she explored the underground, living on little sleep, only what food she could scrounge and fetid water she purified with the force. Eventually she found what she was seeking, a doorway inscribed with Runes of Power, that in her force sight leapt out and seared themselves to her mind. The Path way of the Brotherhood of the Prophetic Church. She entered with no fear no trepidation, entered like it was her birth right. She could hear the scrabbling of creatures about her. But she feared them not, he thirst for power outweighed those paltry feelings of the flesh. She explored room after abandoned room, growing more and more desperate, knowing the things she needed to learn were just outside of her reach. Again she heard the scrabble of creatures and in her mounting anger she screeched a scream at them, the scream resounded in the force shaking the room, loosening mortar and brick causing an avalanche of dust throughout the room. "I WILL NOT BE DENIED"
With a groan of shifting stone a doorway appeared as the bricks were literally blasted from there resting place. The scrabbling closed in at this point as her noise identified her location to the would be predators. Quickly tasting fear mixed with her anger for the first time she hurried through the new door way. It was a room littered with scraps, scripts, books and scrolls. She had found that which she sought. Atop a pile of papers sat a device, something completely unfamiliar to her but it glowed dark and malevolently in her force sight, she was drawn to its power. It did not yield to her probing with the force and she did not understand its purpose. She held it in a tight grip in her right hand, she sat down at the lone desk in the room and began reading the scrolls and tomes. Time had no meaning as she read. She was absorbed with what she was learning, no craving for food, nor thirst for water could over come her thirst for knowledge. Dust plumed as she closed a tome of knowledge of sight beyond sight, she cast her senses as far as she could. She felt the presence of the Eikki mutants and their thirst to taste her flesh but their unwillingness to enter the temple. And another that had entered her domain. This one had a power of his own, and it was not like hers. It was not hers, well not yet, she had her ways she thought to her self. Rekal rose and went to find that whom dared to trespass on her domain.
It did not take long to find the young man with the long braided tail of hair and dusty brown and tan robes. He was not much older than she was. on closer inspection the face was dirty, the robes were torn, and the eyes looked hunted, and haunted. His steps were staggering, and he seemed to not have much left of his will. "Must hide, Imperial commandos not far off, Killed my master."
"Your a Jedi" Rekal said incredulously. The youth nodded and continued on moving towards her. Obviously he wanted her help, needed her help, but he had transgressed he had entered her domain unbidden, and brought death squads on his heels. They would not hesitate to kill her or anyone else they deemed necessary to complete their mission. There were few jedi left the Emperor had named them Anathema, and the hunting had started. Her anger spread and swelled, she could feel the power growing, "Insolent piddling Padawan learner, do you know what you have DONE?" The shout echoed around the amphitheater causing unseen things to scurry for cover. "You dare impose yourself with out leave upon ME!" The padawan learner flinched at the shouts.
"You will call them down upon us, lower your voice, they will kill you too!" he implored.
Rekal looked at him, pathetic weak, already beaten, willing to run and hide like a whipped puppy, it disgusted her. She had no weapon, other than the force, and the things she had learned were swirling in her mind. With out thought she raised her right hand and green and purple energy should through the air causing the dust to catch flame and rush around the room in patterns and designs. When the energy struck the Padawan in the chest, he arched his back and dropped to his knees in silent agony. Only the rush of the flames and the crackle of the force energy could be heard. With a last vestige of life energy the Padawan surged forward fumbling for the light saber at his belt. Casually, though later she was not certain exactly how, Rekal ripped it free from his belt to her own hand, then clubbed him with the Pyramid object still clutched in her right hand. The taste of the innocent Padwan's blood caused a change in the device, it suddenly grew painfully hot and Rekal dropped it on the dias.
"You are not Lord Revan" The sudden apparition that appeared spoken solemnly. it took in the light saber in her hand, and the still cooling body at her feet. "It appears that you have potential, you have learned nothing yet, I am Vititae and I am now your master, and you are my student." and thus her training begins.......
.....To Be Continued
