Post by erickson on Jun 30, 2007 4:17:51 GMT -5
-Player's Name Erickson
-Yahoo Screen Name ID katofcorellia
-E-mail Address gamesenator@gmail.com
-Character's Name Sara Kent
-Species: Human
-Occupation Jedi Knight - though she won't tell you this
-Weapons Lightsaber (hidden) Blaster (shoots poorly) Shoes (on occasion) Water baloons
-Technology: one R2 droid that seems to consider itself her keeper and a small ship.
-History:
Sara Kent was the perfectly happy, average little daughter of a stodgy middle-level bureaucrat. Nothing ever happened in her life to disturb her perfect, boring existence, until her Aunt - who was a Jedi - happened to visit and noticed that the child was "floating" her toys about. (Her parents saw nothing unusual about this - it was 'just Sara')
After much arguing, she managed to persuade Sara's parents to send her to the Jedi Temple - which in desperation she described as an exclusive School. (They didn't know much about Jedi, either, and thought her Aunt worked a Government Job.)
Sara was happy at the Temple. It was a perfectly calm, perfectly acceptable place where nobody asked much of her that she couldn't do. She hated lightsaber and unarmed combat practice, and reluctantly passed these courses. Since she was going to be a Healer, her teachers weren't too woried about this.
She found that she loved healing. After all, it was "just a case of restoring the body to it's normal state, right?" Eventually, she found herself the Padawan of a Healer who'd had enough of temperamental pupils, and was perfectly happy to take on a boringly quiet student.
She had passed her Knight's Test, and they were traveling home in the Outer Reaches when they unfortunately ran into one of the Greater Darksiders. He slew her teacher with unnerving ease then turned to the terrified Sara.
"Boo!" he said, and she ran, his laughter chasing her faster than hounds.
Now she travels around, occasionally helping someone by accident. She is firmly convinced that Darksiders, especially the one who slew her master, are after her.
This may or may not be a fact, for she's more than a little paranoid.
-Yahoo Screen Name ID katofcorellia
-E-mail Address gamesenator@gmail.com
-Character's Name Sara Kent
-Species: Human
-Occupation Jedi Knight - though she won't tell you this
-Weapons Lightsaber (hidden) Blaster (shoots poorly) Shoes (on occasion) Water baloons
-Technology: one R2 droid that seems to consider itself her keeper and a small ship.
-History:
Sara Kent was the perfectly happy, average little daughter of a stodgy middle-level bureaucrat. Nothing ever happened in her life to disturb her perfect, boring existence, until her Aunt - who was a Jedi - happened to visit and noticed that the child was "floating" her toys about. (Her parents saw nothing unusual about this - it was 'just Sara')
After much arguing, she managed to persuade Sara's parents to send her to the Jedi Temple - which in desperation she described as an exclusive School. (They didn't know much about Jedi, either, and thought her Aunt worked a Government Job.)
Sara was happy at the Temple. It was a perfectly calm, perfectly acceptable place where nobody asked much of her that she couldn't do. She hated lightsaber and unarmed combat practice, and reluctantly passed these courses. Since she was going to be a Healer, her teachers weren't too woried about this.
She found that she loved healing. After all, it was "just a case of restoring the body to it's normal state, right?" Eventually, she found herself the Padawan of a Healer who'd had enough of temperamental pupils, and was perfectly happy to take on a boringly quiet student.
She had passed her Knight's Test, and they were traveling home in the Outer Reaches when they unfortunately ran into one of the Greater Darksiders. He slew her teacher with unnerving ease then turned to the terrified Sara.
"Boo!" he said, and she ran, his laughter chasing her faster than hounds.
Now she travels around, occasionally helping someone by accident. She is firmly convinced that Darksiders, especially the one who slew her master, are after her.
This may or may not be a fact, for she's more than a little paranoid.