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The red headed woman fidgets, her hands pulling at her shirt as she looks to the ground. Her lover tries to get her to look at her but she won't. When she tries to reach for her Tala steps back hands raising out of her reach.

"No Stina. No. You don't get it, you don't understand!" Her voice raises uncharacteristically as her eyes meet the others finally, full of pain and hurt. "My roommate had to go into my room and throw my sheets away cause I haven't been able to sleep in that bed since you left. You just don't get it do you? What you do to me," her voice falters and she looks down again letting her frizzy hair fall into her face.

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Subject Interview: Veimmeri

Introduction: “Hello, I am Veimmeri. It is very nice to meet you.”

Name: “ Veimmeri, I no longer use my last name.”

Nickname: “Amaryllis, Ama, Meri, Eri.”

Preferred name: “Veimmeri or Meri.”

Age: “It is rude to ask a woman her age.”

Gender: “Female.”

Race: “Human.”

Sexuality: “Pansexual.”

Personality: Veimmeri is a maternal force of nature. She is soft, gentle and kind, but has the capacity to be fierce when she needs to be. She is stubborn and stronger than she looks. She has dealt with much in her life, and somehow she always has come out on top.

Voice: She has a soft soprano voice that deepens to a lower soprano range when she raises her voice.

Abilities/ skills: She is a skilled dancer and even more skilled in the ways of staying under the radar when she wants. 

Likes: She loves music, flowers, and watching the sunsets

Dislikes: She cannot stand handsy men and rude customers. 

Bio:  Viemmeri was raised in a highborn family, in and out of royal courts and politics. She was tricked and sold into the human trade as a young adult. She worked in a brothel until she was able to get free with some outside help. She now lives in the outside world as a free woman. 

~Appearance~

Hair color: Light blonde

Hair Style: loose or braided

Hair Type: Long

Eye color: Light Blue

Skin color: Fair

Makeup: She wears makeup often

Body Type: slender

Height: 5’4

Tattoos: She has a tattoo on her hip bone

Scars: She has many

~Family~

Dad: Her father is a politician 

Mom: Her mother was a lady of the court

Brother: She did not have any brothers

Sister: Her sister is a wonderful little firecracker

Lover: She currently has none.

Kids: She doesn’t have any live children.

~Relationships~

Mentor: Rema

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The woman standing on the docks looks both out of place and all to comfortable. Her light blonde hair glinting in the sun as her bright blue eyes scan through the ships. 

She looks at the paper in her hand, then to the ship before her. She carefully walks up the ramp, pausing at the top and looking for a person to help her. “Excuse me, I’m terribly sorry but I am looking for someone. His name is Nicholas, Nicholas Beilschmidt. Terrkell sent me, is he here?” Her hand pulls at her cloak nervously, eyes scanning the ship deck. 

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Subject Interview: Aleron Terrkell

Introduction: “It is a pleasure to meet you. My name is Master Aleron Terrkell of the Ancient Order.”

Name: “Aleron Terrkell.”

Nickname: “Most people just call me Terrkell, old habits I guess.”

Preferred name: “Terrkell or Aleron.”

Age: “Immortal.”

Gender: “Male.”

Race: “Human.”

Sexuality: “Bisexual.”

Powers: “I have magic and immortality granted to me from my years of training in the order.”

Weapons: “I prefer use of a sword over anything, it offers a grace to an ungraceful thing.”

Personality: “I like to think I am kind to others and a gentle calm soul but I am not so arrogant to think that I am all that I think I am.” 

He is indeed a calm and gentle soul that has a very high moral compass. He wants to help people but is very protective and defensive of those he cares about without being smothering most of the time. 

Beliefs: “I believe in the teachings of the order, though the more I live after it’s fall the more I doubt they were completely true.”

Voice: He has a very soft tenor to baritone voice. 

Abilities/ skills: “I am a skilled sailor and swordsman. I make myself available to help and defend those that need it. I am skilled in my magic use and in healing arts.”

Inabilities: “For a long time I found it difficult to disobey an order, but I am working on that, after all there are not any left to order me around.”

Likes: “I love the quiet streams on land, peace, tranquility, but also the appropriate amount of chaos.” 

Dislikes: “I do not like confined spaces.” 

Treasures most: “My sword, it is a reminder of all that I had and the people I knew.”

Weakness: “I have a big heart, and often times it gets me hurt.”

Strength: “I often find my loyalty and resolve to never fail me.”

Bio:  “I grew up as one does in the order, training in controlling my magic as a young boy, then apprenticing under my master and learning to sail and fight. When I moved past that, I accelerated through the ranks to master myself, even ending up on the council. When the order fell, everyone I knew was hunted and killed. The few that lived have stayed hidden, slowly being hunted down by the new order. I live as I always have, and deal with the hunters when they come for me.”



~Appearance~

Hair color: “Blackish Brown.”

Hair Style: “ Long but well kept.”

Hair Type: “Straight with some waves.”

Eye color: “Greenish Hazel.”

Skin color: “Tan.”

Body Type: “Decently fit I would say.”

Height: “I would say somewhere around 5’10 to 6’.”

Tattoos: “I have none.”

Scars: “I have many.”

~Family~

Dad: “I did not know my father, though I was told he was the one to leave me with the order.”

Mom: “I cannot remember much of my mother, and what I do I wonder sometimes if it wasn’t the caregiver I had as a child.”

Brother: “Supposedly I had one brother, but he did not carry the same magic I did.”

Sister: “I did not hear anything of a sister so I have to assume that I do not have one.”

Lover: “I have had many partners but none that has lasted, for many reasons.”

Kids: “I have no children.”

~Relationships~

Mentor: “I had my Master, but he died a few years before the fall of the order.”

Apprentice: “I did train a couple young apprentices, but I do not know where they are, and with the events that happened I do not let myself hope beyond a glimmer that they are still out there.”

Friend(s): “All my friends were in the order.”

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Subject: Isieri  Memory: Error

Memory Source: Fragmented

Number of Fragments: 12

Examine all fragments: Successful

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"Young Isieri, I wanted to introduce myself. I am Master Aleron Terrkell, I've heard many things about you." The young girl glanced up to the Jedi master, shy at first. He smiles softly at her as if to reassure her. She smiled back. 

"It's a pleasure to meet you Master Terrkell. How can I help you?" "I was wondering if you'd like to sit down with me, perhaps even show me a few things you've learned, I've heard you are in the top of your classes." "If you would like, I have plenty of time." He guided her off to a smaller training room. He sat down by the wall on the floor, motioning her to join him. She was puzzled but did. "Do you like it here in the order?" "They teach me much of that I need to learn." "But do you like it here?" "Sometimes. It's been quite difficult of late if I'm being honest." "Always be honest with me, young one. There is no danger talking with me. Why has it been difficult?" "Of course Master Terrkell. They think I will lose my way. I don't meet their expectations." He nods and pauses to think. "Do you have many friends? Are you close with any of your teachers?" She shakes her head. "No, not many. I'm close with a few of the others, but most of them think I'm weird because I'm different." "Why are you different?" He asks, looking a bit concerned. "My lightsaber is purple instead of blue or green. Everyone else's is blue or green." Terrkell smiles softly at the child. "Maybe that makes you special. Although I know how cruel children can be at times. I hear you are quite gifted for your age. Tell me, how would you like to become my padawan?" Isieri blinks surprised and looks to him. "Really?" "Well of course. It might not be easy, or fun all the time, but I think with some time and getting to know one another, we will make a great team while you learn. What do you say?" "I'd love to." She smiles, excitedly hugging him before freezing and glancing up to him. He laughs softly and hugs her a moment before carefully standing. "Come along then, we should make sure it is official."

As they exited the room and went to find whoever he was looking for, they were stopped by a man. "Master Terrkell, I see you have found your padawan." "Yes, we were just going to make my request." "But didn't they say-" "I am aware what they said. I said what I said." "This child must be set on the right course. You were picked from those looking for padawan's for a reason Terrkell. She is too unpredictable, to filled with anger." Terrkell clenched his jaw seeing the young girl look down, shoulders slumped. "She is but a child. If children weren't prone to straying and wandering, we wouldn't need to train them. Training a padawan is there for a reason. As I see it, she passed the trails to become a padawan. That is the end of the discussion." "You know what your orders are Terrkell, be careful you do not become too personally invested." "I appreciate the warning. If you excuse me, I have business to attend to." Terrkell gently rested his hand on her shoulder and guided her past them.

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"Master Terrkell?" "Yes, young Padawan?" "Were you assigned to me as he had said?" There was a heavy sigh before his response came. "Yes. But I wanted to give you the option, if a Master and a Padawan don't get along well, the teaching and learning will suffer." "So you knew, what they think of me?" There was another long sigh. "Yes. But oftentimes, they forget what it is like to be a child learning. They forget that Jedi aren't clones, and they don't always behave how you want. Not to say they are wrong or misguided, but sometimes they forget that differences aren't always bad." "So you think they are wrong?" "I think you will be a great Jedi someday." Isieri opens one eye to peek at him sitting across from her, eyes closed. "I am only trying to center myself through meditation, as you are supposed to be. And last I tried, it works best with your eyes closed, and when you aren't asking questions." She closed her eye, "Sorry Master." She wondered how he knew she had peeked. Had her eyes been open, she'd see the smirk and silent chuckle come from the older man.

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“Master, I’m sorry I just don’t understand why you can’t answer my question?” Terrkell stood to walk away from her, his emotion uncharacteristically high. She stood and followed him. “Master please, I just want-” “I will not teach you about the dark side. Not beyond what I have told you. You don’t need to know any more than that. Now, return to your meditations. It is essential for you to be able to connect to the force.” “Master, I just want to understand. I did not mean to upset you.” Her tone and gaze fell. He sighs, turning back to her and resting his hand on her shoulder. “I know. You are young and curious. But your curiosity could land you into more trouble than you can handle right now. The Dark side draws people into it, twisting their minds to its whims. If you start trying to understand and learn about it while you still are learning, you are at more risk. Trust me Isieri, I don’t keep things from you just to keep them from you. What you are asking is dangerous, and it’s my job to keep you safe until you can keep yourself safe.” His voice was stern, calm, and lacking the emotion she could see in his eyes. She nodded and he walked away, leaving her to continue as he said.

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“Good, now watch that foot.” Terrkell watches as she adjusts her stance. “Better. Now remember, mimic me step by step, this sequence can be a bit complicated but I think you will enjoy this one.” They move through the sequence slowly at first, then again a bit faster, repeating until Isieri missed a part. Terrkell stopped, smiling. “That was good! You nearly had it, a few more tries and I bet you have it down.” “Yea, but I messed up.” “Everyone does. Come on, let’s try it again. I’ll bet that you can’t get this time.” He said with a smirk. She looks to him and smiles, scoffing and shaking her head. “You’re on old man”

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“Focus Isieri.” Terrkell’s voice speaks firmly, watching her move through technique drills. “I am. It’s hard to block invisible blasts.” She snaps, pausing. Terrkell sighs. “Well, I’m not exactly about to shoot at you when you can barely stay on your feet through a stationary form drill.” He speaks simply. “I’m standing just fine,” Isieri argues. Terrkell moves over to her and he pushes lightly on her shoulder, causing her to lean over slightly until she had to take a step to keep from falling over. “Standing just fine until the wind blows.” He teases. “How else should I stand then?” She askes with a frustrated huff. “Try again, same stance, just a bit wider. You can’t fight with no balance.” He comments stepping back to supervise her drills. She sets her stance and runs through the drill again. She paused adjusted her stance again and continued again. “Pause,” Terrkell instructed, Isieri nearly immediately following as instructed. he approached her once again, gently pushing on her shoulder. She leaned slightly but didn’t lose her balance. He stepped back with a nod. “Good, go on, continue.” Isieri held back a grin and continued the drill.

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Isieri’s saber crackled as it crossed with Terrkell’s. She pushed back against his blade, feeling him give into her and allow it. She disengaged, stepping to the side as she arched her saber down towards his leg. He easily blocked it, stepping away from her, holding his hand up, pausing the fight. “Why did you push into the block just to disengage?” “Why did you allow it?” “Isieri, if you are on the defensive, why telegraph your change to offense by pushing into a block? Why not just disengage and switch into offensive?” “You’re the Jedi Master, you tell me?” “Isieri, I know the answer. I don’t ask you because I don’t know, I ask because you need to know. You can develop your own fighting style if you with, but to break rules you first must know them.” She sighs before taking up a stance again. “Alright. Let’s try this again, don’t go easy on me this time.” “My goal is to train you, not beat you. I offer you enough, not more.” He says taking up a stance and immediately deflecting a sloppy blow. The look he gave her drew a smirk from her as she went after him again, once again easily blocked.

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“Isieri, we have a mission to go to. Devaron. They want us to go see what is going on there. We leave in the morning.” Terrkell mentioned. Isieri glanced up from the information she was studying. “What? But you aren’t combative? You don’t believe we should be in this war, why send you?” “I am the one they believe will be able to take out what is left. There is a temple on the Planet, they want to recapture it if possible. There is knowledge there that can be used.” “But you don’t want to go.” “The Council asked me to go, and I will not say no to them.” He gave her a knowing look and she nodded before returning to her study.

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She sat in a seat beside Terrkell. Normally he would pilot, but considering the mission and the nervousness of his padawan, he declined. He sat beside her as the ship took off, his arm around her shoulders, comforting her. She leaned into his embrace, closing her eyes as she calmed from the reassurance. The moment of comfort was short, but when she sat up the calmness stayed with her.

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“Ri? Ri!” Terrkell calls concern in his voice, looking across the mess of the trees the had just collapsed from a blast.  He looked around, ignoring the approaching droids. “Isieri!” She coughs, moving away from the mess of branches. Terrkell spots her and runs over to her, scooping her up into his arms. “You’re alright.” He breathed. “We aren’t going to be if we don’t hurry.” Isieri’s words squeaked out from the dust and force of Terrkell’s hug. He lets go of her, glancing back to the droids that approach them. “Perhaps it’s time we fall back and refigure our battle plans.” He muttered before leading her away.

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“So, Master Terrkell. What's this I hear about you losing a sparring match against Crim?" Isieri prodded. Terrkell scoffed and looked to the Clone Captain. "I thought we had a deal?" "What can I say, she is a persistent little one." Crim shrugs. "So it is true? You lost against him!" She laughed. "You're never living this down!" Terrkell grabbed at his chest, joking at being hurt. "Oh no, what will I ever do, my padawan has realized I don't always win." "You sure you're not getting to old master? Maybe you should see about finding a place to settle." Isieri teased. Terrkell raised his brows at her comment and without hesitation, she ducked behind Crim as her master ran after her. Running between the clones, the two Jedi raced after each other, laughter coming from all involved.

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"Master!" Isieri's voice drew his attention as she ran towards him, he looked to the advancing forces and looked back to her. "They haven't seen you. Go. Hide and when they leave, call the council using the transmitter on the ship." He called to her. She stopped a moment, blinking in disbelief. "Master, no. You'll die, we can make it to the ship and go." "Isieri we don't have time for this! I will buy you time but they must know what happened. Go!" She looked up to see the forces moving towards him. She makes her decision and begins running towards him again. He looks to the forces and waves his hand, sending them back before doing the same to Isieri, a strong force sending her body backward behind the cover of a fallen fighter. She slid in between the wreckage, her head jarring against the metal. Her head spun from the disorientation as she scrambled to her knees, looking for her master, expecting the clones to be standing around him. Instead, she saw his body laying on the ground, the clones nowhere in sight. Her heart stopped a moment, her head scrambling with only one answer for the lost time. Without looking around she crept out to where her fallen master lay. She knelt beside him for a few moments, her head bowed in respect and grief. A few tears fell from her cheeks, rage building in her chest, but his voice echoed in her mind. "Isieri, do not let your emotions control you. Focus on your mission." She collected her thoughts and buried her emotions knowing she must get to the ship and find a way to contact the council. She looked around for his saber, figuring she would show it to the council as proof of her master's fate, but could not find it. Realization the clones must have taken it as proof of the same did little but flare up her rage. She stood, and began the slow and careful journey to the ship. It seemed that this planet was crawling with clones or droids, neither of which she knew if she could trust. Before she even made it to the ship, heart sunk. The charred remains said where the ship she was supposed to use to call the council sat before this. Still, she went to the wreckage, searching for anything that could help her, but finding nothing. The sun was setting, the darkness only fueling the panic that had begun to set in. Knowing that they would be looking for anyone who looked Jedi, she left to find a hiding place until the council sent more Jedi to squash the uprising that happened here.

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The nightmares didn't start until days after Master Terrkell had passed. After a few days, she had given up on more help coming. She needed something to do. She had spent time meditating, at first trying to clear her head of emotions. She wanted to do as he always had said and not let her emotions consume her. To keep a clear head and think clearly about the situation at hand, but every time she thought of the situation, the more she wanted to go out and find the people who killed him. She wanted to see them defeated in the same way he was. Jedi are not supposed to wish death upon another, but every time she closed her eyes she saw him lying in the dirt. Anger and hatred welled up into her mind, pain and fear at the loss of her mentor, grief at the death of someone she cared for deeply. That day when she opened her eyes she realized she wasn't on the Jedi path. She had broken many rules, and bitterly she had to admit they were right. Attachments breed emotions that lead far from those that Jedi are supposed to hold. But how could someone who has been through what she has let go of the things that drive her forward? She remembers what one teacher had told her, when faced with a bully what do you do? Talk with them and teach them how their actions hurt others or beat them into defeat, humiliate them into stopping. Is that not what she faced right now, a bully who had taken something she held dear?  She realizes with a sudden shock her answer. The teacher had said Jedi should always choose the first one. But here she was wanting victory over the bully for what they had taken. Victory. Vengeance. Things Jedi didn't want, yet she wanted and she didn't want to not want them. For years she had used emotion to center her while she used the force, emotions they said she shouldn't. She struggled to concentrate at times without emotion, so she never stopped. The truth weighed down on her mind until she couldn't ignore it anymore. She wasn't on the right path, she had strayed. The problem was she didn't want to go back to the correct path, nor did she want to run off into the chaos of the Darkside. She wanted to walk along the path, guided but true to what she felt. You can't fight for your life without hoping for victory, but nor should you relish others defeat so much so you look for it. She'd find a way to balance it, avoid falling to the ways of the Darkside without becoming unable to be who she was. The nightmares started that night, a visual emotional tug of war between the two sides of her that wanted control. At first it was nightmares of her losing control to one side or the other, murdering people for no reason one night, to failing to act because it wouldn't follow the code of the other the next. It was to the point some nights she would run herself through technique drills till she was tired enough to be able to fall asleep hoping the nightmares wouldn't come. She set her own code over a few weeks, after a spat with a patrol and an attempt at getting supplies. She wouldn't hesitate to defeat an enemy, but she wouldn't kill an unarmed or defeated person. She wouldn't cause unnecessary harm or suffering. She sought knowledge to do what she wanted, the power to do as she must, the strength to do the right thing, the structure to walk in harmony but the freedom to walk through the chaos. It was a simple code for now, but it was her code, and she could add to it when she felt she needed to. The understanding of her code helped easy the nightmares, helped focus her training, and helped keep her sane. They still appeared with vengeance on days in which she fought, days that she tried to use the force in a new way. Some days she felt she couldn't keep away from the simplicity of the dark side, but others she felt challenged enough to focus on the light side. She began to find a rhythm in the pulling of the sides, and in doing so felt more connected to the force than she had in years. But the dreams increased in frequency, a constant reminder she was fighting with herself even when she was at peace with herself. At least, she believed she was at peace until that large ship came down and she set off to go take on another patrol.

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Subject Interview: Isieri Vanekry

Quotes: “You feel important? Trying to scare a kid? I’m not scared.”

“That Order took everything I had left. I will avenge my Master, and I will survive.”

“The Jedi, at least what is left of them, left me here, with nothing but enemies surrounding me. What kind of loyalty is that?”

“I’ve been called worse things by my peers and those I looked up to. You’re going to have to try harder than that if you want to get under my skin.”

Introduction: “My name is Padawan Isieri Vanekry.”

Name: “Isieri Vanekry”

Nickname: “My Master sometimes called Eri or Ri when we were light hearted or when he praised me.”

Preferred name: “Isieri, unless I know you well enough.”

Age: “14, maybe 15 by now”

Gender: “Female”

Race: “Human”

Sexuality: “I can’t answer that.”

Powers: “I was being trained as a Jedi. Powers? Skills. There is a difference.”

Weapons: “I wield a purple lightsaber. Yes, purple. Yes, I know what they symbolizes, why do you think I’m here?”

Personality: “I have been called reckless, prideful, and arrogant. I have been stubborn from the time I was born till now. I don’t stop, and I don’t give up. My goals drive me, often copolited by my emotions. I said I was being trained, not that I had finished training, not everyone fits well into the mold.”

Beliefs: “I don’t have a good answer anymore. I follow my code, it dictates what I can and can’t do. No, I said my code, not one someone else made for me to follow.”

Voice: “As you can hear, I have a middle ranged voice.”

Abilities/ skills: “I am a force user. It’s a skill. I also am working on improving my sparring, and saber skill.”

Inabilities: “I tend to, lose control of my emotions easily. I don’t follow orders well. There is more, but is it wise to list them all?”

Love to be done: “I love to be accepted, encouraged and assured I am doing well or the right thing. Yes, it’s simple, but growing up as one who others like you historically fall to the dark side in one way or another tends to lend people to be critical of you no?”

Likes: “I love storms, thunderstorms. The power and energy is enchanting.”

Dislikes: “Currently? Whoever sent that order. People who are willing to betray others for their own gain. Corruption, undue harm, what? I still follow Jedi beliefs, even if I don’t agree with everything, I’m not not Sith.”

Treasures most: “I don’t have many treasured items, hard to when you travel around alot. I treasure memories of happiness and peace, of safety. They are hard to find of late.”

Weakness: “Unlike the Jedi, I have strong emotions. I haven’t learned to detach and I don’t think I ever will.”

Strength: “I won’t stop until my mission is done. I am really good at finding and exploiting weaknesses. Pushing buttons, if you wanna call it that.”

Completely break: “Tsk you don’t believe I’d make it that easy?”

Faults: “I’m loyal to a fault. Persistent to a fault. Some say arrogant is my biggest fault.”

Things never to be done: “I won’t answer this question.”

Biggest secret: “Wouldn’t be a secret than would it?”

Shows affection: “I will do anything for the person I care about. I will protect them with my life.”

Home: “I can’t say if I have one anymore”

Bio:  “I was raised in the Jedi Temple, studying and learning as all do. From the time my lightsaber was created, my teachers warned me to be aware of myself. Growing up, I’ve had a hard time fitting into the mold that Jedi fit into. I’ve always worked hard, and when I was made a Padawan it felt well earned to me. But, they said I needed a Master who could correct my path. Master Aleron Terrkell was the Master they chose for me. He was a strict but kind man. He told me the first step to getting better is to accept myself, and just never stop trying to improve. He encouraged me to use my emotion in my fighting, to learn to master a different style than he used, but that was gaining some ground. He never was worried for me until I began asking about why we don’t learn more about the dark side of the force. He became very stern in his teaching for some time after that, warning me of my moral compass and to be sure it was pointing me in the right direction, and kept stating he would try to ensure that I didn't fall victim to the same calling others historically did. When the order came through, we had been sent to a planet a ways off so we didn’t what was happening. We managed to avoid the first attack, but he didn’t think we both would make it to the ship. He told me to make sure I got to the ship and transmitted to the Jedi what he thought was some uprising at first. Although, we both knew better, and he told me he would buy me some time to get there and get away. I refused, but he forced me away from the battle. He was killed, the ship was destroyed before I could get to it so they knew I was trapped on the planet. I hid and waited for help to arrive, but they never came. I didn’t learn about the order until later, overhearing a patrol talking about it, and how some had gotten away and formed some kind of resistance. But still, they never came to look for any Jedi that survived. I don’t really blame them, with my Master dead, who would have thought his Padawan survived. I’ve tried to self train ever since, taking on small patrols and disrupting supply transports when I could. I’ve just been waiting for the chance to sneak off this damned planet.”



~Appearance~

Hair color: “I have a light brown blondish hair color.”

Hair Style: “I keep it tied off to one side with some bands.”

Hair Type: “Straight.”

Eye color: “Light blue”

Skin color: “Tan”

Body Type: “I’ve often been referred to as ‘tiny’”

Height: “5’2”

Weight: “100lbs”

Tattoos: “None”

Scars: “Who doesn’t have some?”

Outfit: “I wear the robes that many do. I have grey robes, with a reddish maroon color tunic, brown pants, and blakc belt and boots. “

~Family~

Dad: “I do not remember much of him, not even a name.”

Mom: “I know she was someone of relative importance on my home planet, but I do not remember.”

Brother: “None to my knowledge.”

Sister: “None to my knowledge.”

Lover: “No.”

Kids: “No.”

~Relationships~

Mentor: “Master Aleron Terrkell”oc

Apprentice: “No, I am the apprentice.”

Friend(s): “None that live to my knowledge.”

Group: “Technically, my loyalty still lies with the Jedi.”

Enemies: ”Those greatly outnumber the amount of patience I have to list them at the moment.”

(Still work in progress/ undergoing development)

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It had been months sense her Master had died, with no reinforcements arriving she was left to train by herself. After a few weeks of self training at night, she found a small patrol of clones to test her skill. This continued for months, with her targeting supply carriers, clone and droid patrols, staying hidden during the day, training at night as she could. One day, a much larger ship came to land, and she dared hope it was enforcements. Still, she had some antics to begin, and she crept away from the view point. She crept towards a slightly larger patrol, not much more the a couple more than she was used to. She smirked, creeping out behind them, cutting the back two down before the rest of the patrol realized her presence. The next few took a bit more of time then she thought. Then she saw something familiar on the belt of one of the other Clones. Her masters saber. Rage filled her, and she shoved one clone away and into something, allowing her to take on the one with her Master's saber.

"You killed my Master. He trust all of you, and you killed him. That saber doesn't belong to you." She growled, taking her stance. Before either one was able to do anything, she realized suddenly a presence near, near enough to have seen her, heard her, to know she was a padawan. In her hesitation, the clones took the opportunity to seize her, hesitating to kill her only due to the woman that now stood in front of them. Isieri's mind told her this woman was dangerous, and she should be scared, but her mind was curious, as this woman immited more of a dark force presence then she had felt before.

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OOC

When you realize a character whom you know and love deeply has LIED to you for 6 years. Soooo Marcus, the true question is who is Ava’s real mother and why did you lie to me?? Math and gentetics prove it you sneaky bastard. Now quit hiding and answer me.

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Things that the characters always keep on them and why: 

Jack: 

A cross necklace: he wears an all silver Celtic cross. His mother was very religious and made him wear one to protect him. When his mother died, he never could bear to take it off as it is a reminder of her. Plus as Marcus found out, he is convinced that bad things happen when he takes it off.

Picture of Analise and Sarah in the top of his compass: He blames his wife and daughter’s death on himself, and as such refuses to let him forget their memory. He won’t take it off to remind him constantly to be better. 

A dagger: His life is threatened so often that he refuses to take one of them off. It was the one that if Father gave him when he first started training. 

Marcus: 

A silver and black Celtic cross:  He wears it because he has come to believe it is the only thing keeping him from going dark. In the Navy, he was told there are no such things as an atheist in battle. It was the one thing he was allowed to bring with him from home. The cross was his father's and it's all he has left of his family. 

Letter: He carries a folded up letter from his two kids. It has drawings on it and always makes him smile. It makes life seem better when he has hard times. 

Dagger: He carries a dagger as a defense for himself or Jack. He never uses it for anything else and often spends his free time sharpening it to make sure when he needs it he can use it. 

Lily: 

Green Scarf: She wears this around her head. It belonged to the older woman who helped her. She was the one who took care of her off and on until she was picked up by the Captains. It reminds her of where she came from. 

A locket: The locket contains a picture of her and her lover. It is a reminder of why she continues to do what she does and helps people, and why no matter what people say, she is more than the gift. 

A lily necklace: This was given to her bu friends of her family. It was her adoptive mother's, and she keeps it to remind herself of everyone who fought and died to make sure she was given a chance at a life that wasn't controlled by Derek or the groups.

A dagger: The dagger she carries at all times is the first one she was given. It reminds her of the people who risked their lives to help her and to do the same. 

Duncan:

His necklace: his necklace is from his family line. The pendant carries the crest of his bloodline, one who has birthed immortal defenders for centuries. It is his reminder of his father, who died defending the clan. 

His bow: while this occasionally is removed, he carried it and his quiver whenever he goes out and during most of the day and it is always near him if it is removed. It is a reminder to always be ready, and one of the few things he has from his clan. 

His tartan: He always wears something with the tartan pattern of his clan. He is the last surviving member of this clan, and as such he carries it on with pride and in a manner to bring honor. It reminds him to behave in honorable ways. 

Tala:

Her bracelet: she never takes off a leather cord bracelet that she has. The pebble tied to it is from the stream near where her daughter is buried. 

Lyra: 

Her necklace: the leather cord holding a ring around her neck is from her lover. The leather cord is the cord from his shirt and his ring. She put it on the day he was killed and has never taken it off sense. It reminds her of her mission and not to get close to anyone. It affirms her decisions and gives her confidence on days she struggles as a Captain, reminding her he believed in her. 

Her belt/pouches: although they are used differently now, she has worn these for years, since her beginnings as a healer. They were a gift from her mentor, who was killed in front of her. They remind her of where she came from, and that if she made it to where she is now, she can do anything. 

Her bandana and beads: the bandana and beads that hang from it are from her first captain. While he was an overall ass, he was the first one to make her feel at home on the ship and at sea. She keeps this on for comfort and familiarity sense so little has been constant in her life. She thinks it also helps her look the part of a pirate if nothing else. 

Aiden:

His dagger: it is the first dagger he ever had, and he hasn't taken it off since the first attack on him and his mother's life. 

A charm: He carries a charm from Thomas and Sam of the underground group they run and his family has been part of for a number of years. 

A stone: he keeps a stone from the shore of his home port to carry a piece of his home with him.

A picture of his mother: the picture is of his mother and him as an infant. He keeps it so he can remind himself that he needs to come home after every mission. 

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Lily hums softly to the bundle in her arms. The baby fusses, whimpering turning to cries as lily continues to try to calm him, bouncing and swaying. Most nights had this issue, so while she was flustered, she had expected this. She glances to the door and gives a apologetic look to you.

"Lo siento amor, he just won't quiet." She says with the same look.

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Jack mumble hummed a lullaby in his sleep, holding one child in each arm, laying back in the chair with each baby asleep on his chest. This is where he had been for most the night, with no complaint, his sleep peaceful with his bambinos in his arms well into the morning. He felt someone watching him, and slowly his eyes opened as he sleepily glanced around to see you standing in the doorway.

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Happy birthday to my little spanish spitfire, can't believe its been 6 years sense I created Lily.

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Subject: Aiden Memory: #31520

Aiden looked to the older redhaired Italian, both leaning back against the wooden wall waiting for their parents to get out of another meeting. The girl looked over to him and laughed softly. 

“What?” He crosses his arms.

“You look so damned grouchy.”

“The groups were supposed to behave, now Grandpa and all them have to deal with this bullshit attack on Duncan of all people. This isn’t right, Ma can’t go back to fighting, neither can your father.” 

Ava’s look softened slightly. “I know you didn’t grow up dealing with this side of it, but this is better than it used to be. Your ma and Jack will be just fine, no one is going to go fighting anyone yet. Most of them are dead by Ducan’s sword anyway. Your Ma only is in there to make sure he is healing right. It’s a politics thing.”

“That is bullshit and you know it. They agreed to stand down and stop the war. They aren’t. When grandpa, Marcus, and Ma die, they will just start right back at what they were doing. Then what? Ally already was attacked once, it’s our turn Ava. We are the next line to show them they can’t push the armistice.” 

“Scamp, you forget I was part of this already. Your ma and Ally nearly died defending me turning the wars that lead up to the Armistice. Ana, us, and Ally’s expected child, we are the legacy, not the next line. The group pushes at the armistice because they are testing us, that is not enough to start another war. Our people have been at war for hundreds of years, let us just have some peace.”

“We aren’t at peace, we have our hands tied. We are getting pushed around and they won’t do anything about it because at least they can’t force chicitos into training camps anymore, and they don’t hold enough power to actually overthrow it, and we can’t abuse the new power we have. God damn it Ava can’t you see this is temporary unless we fight back now, while they can’t overthrow us? It’s a matter of time until they start everything back up again.”

“Aiden-” Ava went to say something when the door opened. The two teens stood as the adults began to walk out. Marcus stepped out of the room, eying his daughter and Aiden. 

“Eavesdropping are ya?” He jokes, wrapping his arm around Ava’s shoulders. 

“No Papa, just talking.” Ava flashes him a smile before glancing at Aiden. Aiden just nodded and she sighed before leaving with her father. Jack and Lily walked out, Lily looking tired. Aiden went to them. 

“So?” 

“Mijo, I know what you are going to say, but it isn’t that simple. Jack can’t just order those who are loyal to us to start fighting after promising them peace. Even if we decided to declare this a breach of the Armistice, we would need to get the other Captains to agree to it. Right now we just have to let them test the line and be thankful they haven’t fully declared war again.” 

“That is bullshit. You were the greatest captains and crew on the seas, now your scared of a bunch of land-loving snakes!” 

“Aiden. We didn’t have as much to protect then. We had nothing to lose that hadn’t already been put at risk. My decisions nearly killed my sister, your ma, Marcus’s kids, we nearly lost every child close to us. Imagine now what would happen. How many people would get hurt that hasn’t agreed to any of this?”

“How many people have been hurt anyway? I lived my first 10 years not knowing anything about this because the groups wanted me and my ma dead. Tell me again who this is keeping people safe, you couldn’t even keep her safe-”

“Aiden Antonio Ponderosa, you do not speak to him in that way. What happened before is not his fault, nor anyone’s but the groups and mine. Apologize and go make yourself useful in a way that gets rid of that attitude.” Lily says, grabbing his arm. 

Aiden scowls and glares between them a moment. “Lo siento senor.” He glances at the floor before Lily released him to walk away. He made it to the deck before Ava grabbed his arm and dragged him off onto the dock and away from the ship. 

“Ay, Frailecillo where the hell are we going?”

“Hush, just shut up and follow me alright? Sam and Thomas came all the way here to talk with us, but your ma can’t know.” 

Aiden blinks and follows her without question. As they approach a building, Ava and Aiden are yanked into a side alley. Aiden struggled against the arm locked around his neck, a spell forming on his lips as his hand locked onto the man's forearm. 

"Easy Rat, it's just me." Thomas chuckles. 

"Then get your arm off my throat you queen's codsucker before I blow your arm off." 

Thomas releases Aiden, pulling him into a hug, which was begrudgingly returned after a moment, Aiden seems to relax in the embrace. The two pull away, Thomas clasping Aiden on the shoulders. 

“Look how big you have gotten, how strong you are. It’s only been what, a few years?” Thomas smiles softly before looking over to Sam and Ava, who looks like there were in a bit more of a scuffle. Thomas releases Aiden and walks over to the other two. Aiden goes to Ava, brushing her disheveled hair away from her cheek to see the scrape. He shot a look at Sam, earning a laugh from the man. 

“What brings you all the way to Italy? I thought you two didn’t leave Britain much sense Ma returned to the Captians?” 

“We don’t. To be honest, I’m not even sure we should have come down here, after all, Mouse hasn’t made an appearance in years, and her loyalty clearly has changed.” Sam responded, looking a tad bit upset, despite the attempt to bury the look of betrayal.

“We aren’t here because of your Ma’s loyalty. I have little doubt she would come if we called, even if she isn’t in a condition to run missions for us. We are here because of you two. Your loyalty to our group and the Captain’s put you high on our list of importance. As such, I think it is important for you to know the Groups, who have begun to call themselves the  soldiers, spies, anything as they can.” 

Coalition instead of the Dark and White Half immortals and are acting as one group under one new leader, have been making waves in the hidden groups. They are gathering as many Aiden looks to Ava pointedly. “They are building for war. I told you.”

“That doesn’t mean anything. They wouldn’t dare do anything.” Ava says with a roll of her eyes. Thomas shakes his head. 

“They are planning to attack the Captian’s. Soon, within a few days. Dana, Marcus, Maria, Jack, Lyra, Duncan, all of them. On their list of targets also is Ally, his wife Isabela, Ana, Lily, and you two. As you know, Ally and Lily were part of our group as well, but refuse to see us, especially since Lily returned. We are supposed to be neutral, and the only reason we came to tell you is that we owe your family for being able to run how we are with the armistice in place, and for the continued loyalty. The hidden groups cannot help you with this. If it comes down to it, we can help hide you two, Ally and his family, and Lily. But that is all, I am sorry.” Thomas looks to them apologetically. 

“You are telling me they are setting up to wipe us out and you cowards are going to sit back and watch? After everything they have done for you?”

“Aiden-” Thomas’s gaze softened, but Aiden already had turned and walked away. Ava glared at the men a moment before following after him. Ava had to jog to catch up with him. 

“Scamp, wait. Please, Aiden, we need to talk about this. Sam and Thomas came down all this way because they wanted to help.” 

“Sam and Thomas? So that’s what you two run off and do now? Ava, you were raised better.” The familiar voice froze both of them for a moment as they looked over to the man leaning against the dock post. 

“You joined him too Ally, you don’t have much room to talk.” Aiden shot back.

“What would your parents think you two? I know Papa wouldn’t be too happy with you, and Lily very clearly told you not to continue talking with them Aiden.” 

“Fuck off. They are helping us.” Aiden snaps. Ava gives him a small shove and looks to her brother. 

“You may have left them, but we made our own choices. the hidden groups are different then what they used to be, most are loyal to the armistice or the grey. Tell the Captians, I don’t care. They couldn’t stop Lark or Mouse, they won’t stop us.”

Ally grit his teeth standing up and looking between the two of them. “That person doesn’t exist anymore, neither of them do. Sam and Thomas might help, but Komodo and Lynx will kill you without a second thought. You may have been raised by them, but I know who they actually are.“

“You don’t know them, you are scared of them,” Aiden growls softly before pushing past the older man. “If if they scare you, then we certainly should,” he muttered.

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M657 looked up amused at the guards that half-dragged her into the room. She pulled enough to knock one of them to the ground backward, with a slight smirk. She paused a moment, eyeing the two at the table, her eyes narrowing a moment before a grin spread on her lips. She locks eyes with the female, shifting her wrists slightly and the restraints fall to the floor. 

"The name is M, although I'm guessing you already knew that didn't ya beautiful. If you are going to restrain me, I'd use something a little more comfortable, leaves less marks, unless that's what you're into. " Her black eyes searched the girl's face for tells, since she couldn't see the others. She could tell from the two supposed guards that her speaking so openly was a surprise, but she did little but chuckle at their unease. 

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Moodboard inspired by Aiden

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Subject Interview: Aiden Drosa

Quotes: “Haven't ya heard of personal space ya lame cow?”

“Is that all ya got? I know old men who hit harder than that.” 

“Ay bonita, you have stolen my attention.”

“If you touch my familia I will run you through.”

Introduction: “Hola Bonita, I’m Aiden Drosa.”

Name:  “Aiden Drosa-Taylor, Aiden Drosa, Aiden Ponderosa, Aiden Ponderosa-Taylor” 

Nickname: “Scamp, Street rat, pícaro”

Preferred name: “Aiden” 

Age: “14”

Gender: “I’m quite certain I am male bonita” 

Race: “Half-Immortal, or mortal. We don’t really know.”

Sexuality: “I am quite straight” 

Powers: “I have many powers. I gained some from Ma, healing, but I see, to do best on destructive magics, like fire.” 

Weapons: “Few know what I carry on me. Those few I have either fought or trust deeply. I hope you only ever fall into one of those.” 

Personality: “I have a mix of my Ma’s and father’s personality. I am stubborn, arrogant and don’t know when to stop, combined with anger management issues and a spanish attitude and you get one interesting person to be around.”

Drunk: “There is a reason I tend not to get bonita.”

Coffee: “I drank my coffee with sugar.”

Beliefs: “There are a number of gods and things that watch us.”

Voice: “Ay bonita, aren’t you listening? I hope I’m not boring you.” (Baritone/ deeper voice)

Abilities/ skills: “I am a good thief, I have a knack for strategy, I can use magic, sword fight and hand to hand combat come easy to me.”

Inabilities: “I am not good with politics, or mediating situations. Common sense doesn’t hang around me much. Ma says I act like my grandpa, but it doesn’t sound like a compliment.” 

Love to be done:

Likes: “I enjoy the water, the beach, and sailing, much like my parents.”

Dislikes: “I dislike disloyal people, those who give up others for coin, or those who don’t work their way through life.”

Treasures most:

Weakness: “I tend to rush into situations, not know when to quit, and often purposely try to upset those I’m fighting in order to try to make them mess up, ending up with me injured. 

Strength: “I am not afraid to take risks and throw myself at someone, I am a good strategist, good with close combat, and decent at finding out information.”

Completely break:

Faults:

Things never to be done:

Biggest secret: 

Act when depressed:

Shows affection:

Home: “My home will always be Spain, but the list of where home is is slowly growing.”

Pet: “Mother let me care for a number of pets, but we never really kept any.”

Bio:  “I grew up on the streets protecting my Ma. I learned just about everything I know from my ma or her family, from fighting to sailing even. Uncle Kay and Uncle Thomas came by from time to time to help, but ma never let me go with them. She always has been real protective of me, saying the group would hunt us down. But She eventually reached out to family, and now, although she is paranoid still, she is taken care of, and I live around the family that raised her, and my father.”

~Appearance~

Hair color: “Blonde”

Hair Style: “Short”

Hair Type: “Straight”

Eye color: “Green”

Skin color: “Olive”

Makeup: “No”

Body Type: “I’d like to think fit. I’ve been told I look very rough and tumble”

Height: “5’5”

Weight: “110”

Tattoos: “None yet”

Scars: “Many”

Outfit: “I tend to wear a tunic style shirt and trousers with boots. I either roam the streets or sail upon the seas. My clothes reflect this.” 

Birthmarks: “You want to search for some?”

~Family~

Dad: “James Taylor”

Mom: “My Ma is Lillian Drosa or Lilliana Ponderosa”

Brother: “No, not to my knowledge:

Sister: “Again, not to my knowledge”

Lover: “Well, Bonita, you are welcome to apply for that position.”

Kids: “God no”

~Relationships~

Mentor: “Thomas, Kay, and a number of others”

Apprentice: “I am not skilled enough”

Friend(s): “I have a few.”

Group: “Ma said we don’t answer to the groups any longer.”

Enemies: “Doesn’t everyone? Well, my list is just a bit longer than others”

(Still a work in progress)

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