Post by Padmé on Mar 27, 2013 9:09:45 GMT -5
Sarai is the name. It means princess. No no. You see, I’m not of aristocratic background. Well, at least not what my sole remaining (known) family member says. Sarai is the name my aunt, Sophia, gave me. According to her my father wasn’t aware of my birth, and when he was made aware he didn’t want me. Thus the burden of responsibility fell on my aunt.
At any rate, my mother died merely hours after giving birth to me. Naturally, that would mean the father would inherit the responsibility. However, given the fact that I was conceived out of wedlock, my father refused the responsibility. No one wanted me, and thus the commencement of my tale of woe. Because my family was not part of Naboo’s feudal societal system, nor were they part of the hereditary noble class of Naboo, I was left at the mercy of the state. The Naboo province placed me in foster care. Later on, aunt Sophia found out about me, and immediately began the adoption process to remove me out of foster care. Months later, aunt Sophia adopted me. I lived with her until age nine when her entire family was murdered by a certain notorious drug lord. I was away- buried in books at the library when the unfortunate murder occurred. Some would say fate had a hand on me.
That unfortunate event changed me in more ways than anything during my childhood. After the murder, the state of Naboo stepped in once again by moving me into several foster homes. As though I had a magnet- of sorts- every single male foster parent I had mercilessly coerced in performing indecent acts. Finally reaching my breaking point, I would learn to use the Force to play mindtricks on my attackers. At the time I wasn’t aware of the Force, as I know it now. All I knew was something enabled me to withdraw and protect myself from my attackers.
At age 13 I came to the knowledge that I was a Force sensitive at which point I explored that knowledge to fend of unwarranted attacks and coercing from my male foster parents. Barely 14 years, I ran away from my foster home and ended on Coruscant’s Undercity. I literally paved my own way working odd jobs. Relying on my wit, charming personality, and deceptive ways. My affinity for sheer trill, however, did not stratify the longing deep within me. I knew I was created for more. Thus on the eve of my 18th birthday, I left my job, and joined the Jedi Order.
My hatred towards my male foster parents, natural desire to obliterate the Sith and their deceptive ways, coupled with my singular purpose of being a guardian of peace in the galaxy drives me to train harder. Nothing in my past will stop me…
NAME: Sarai
FACTION: Jedi
RANK: Padawan
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 18 standard years
GENDER: Female
HEIGHT: 5 foot 7 inches
WEIGHT: 123 pounds
EYES: True Sapphire
HAIR: Natural color is red, however Sarai likes to keep it sandy blonde
SKIN: Fair
CREDITS: Not enough.
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: There is a small, dark spot on Sarai’s right thigh. It is almost not visible to the naked eye, until she points it out. In addition Sarai has tattooed blue butterflies on her midriff- three in total. Two facing south of her side, and the third facing north all in a swirl.
LIGHTSABER/SWORD FORMS:
Ataru
Niman/Jar’Kai
Trà kata (despite her open abhorrence of this form, Sarai’s learned this form for the sake of learning)
Clothing or Armor: Light armor
Weapons: knife and a pair of Krayt dragon pearl-handled T-6 heavy blaster, and an E-11 blaster rifle, a multi unit parasol ( has ultrachrome fans that can deflect blaster bolts and lightsaber strikes). In addition Sarai carries a lightsabers.
Common Inventory: Utility belt with anti-security blades, data breakers, grappling hook w/fibercord, smoke screamers, survival knife, sound dampening stealth unit, concussion grenades, thermal detonators w/adjustable 30min timers, comlink, and a bottle of hand sanitizer.
DROIDS: R-7
SHIP: Dynamic-class Light Freighter, a gift from an old friend.
At any rate, my mother died merely hours after giving birth to me. Naturally, that would mean the father would inherit the responsibility. However, given the fact that I was conceived out of wedlock, my father refused the responsibility. No one wanted me, and thus the commencement of my tale of woe. Because my family was not part of Naboo’s feudal societal system, nor were they part of the hereditary noble class of Naboo, I was left at the mercy of the state. The Naboo province placed me in foster care. Later on, aunt Sophia found out about me, and immediately began the adoption process to remove me out of foster care. Months later, aunt Sophia adopted me. I lived with her until age nine when her entire family was murdered by a certain notorious drug lord. I was away- buried in books at the library when the unfortunate murder occurred. Some would say fate had a hand on me.
That unfortunate event changed me in more ways than anything during my childhood. After the murder, the state of Naboo stepped in once again by moving me into several foster homes. As though I had a magnet- of sorts- every single male foster parent I had mercilessly coerced in performing indecent acts. Finally reaching my breaking point, I would learn to use the Force to play mindtricks on my attackers. At the time I wasn’t aware of the Force, as I know it now. All I knew was something enabled me to withdraw and protect myself from my attackers.
At age 13 I came to the knowledge that I was a Force sensitive at which point I explored that knowledge to fend of unwarranted attacks and coercing from my male foster parents. Barely 14 years, I ran away from my foster home and ended on Coruscant’s Undercity. I literally paved my own way working odd jobs. Relying on my wit, charming personality, and deceptive ways. My affinity for sheer trill, however, did not stratify the longing deep within me. I knew I was created for more. Thus on the eve of my 18th birthday, I left my job, and joined the Jedi Order.
My hatred towards my male foster parents, natural desire to obliterate the Sith and their deceptive ways, coupled with my singular purpose of being a guardian of peace in the galaxy drives me to train harder. Nothing in my past will stop me…
NAME: Sarai
FACTION: Jedi
RANK: Padawan
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 18 standard years
GENDER: Female
HEIGHT: 5 foot 7 inches
WEIGHT: 123 pounds
EYES: True Sapphire
HAIR: Natural color is red, however Sarai likes to keep it sandy blonde
SKIN: Fair
CREDITS: Not enough.
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: There is a small, dark spot on Sarai’s right thigh. It is almost not visible to the naked eye, until she points it out. In addition Sarai has tattooed blue butterflies on her midriff- three in total. Two facing south of her side, and the third facing north all in a swirl.
LIGHTSABER/SWORD FORMS:
Ataru
Niman/Jar’Kai
Trà kata (despite her open abhorrence of this form, Sarai’s learned this form for the sake of learning)
Clothing or Armor: Light armor
Weapons: knife and a pair of Krayt dragon pearl-handled T-6 heavy blaster, and an E-11 blaster rifle, a multi unit parasol ( has ultrachrome fans that can deflect blaster bolts and lightsaber strikes). In addition Sarai carries a lightsabers.
Common Inventory: Utility belt with anti-security blades, data breakers, grappling hook w/fibercord, smoke screamers, survival knife, sound dampening stealth unit, concussion grenades, thermal detonators w/adjustable 30min timers, comlink, and a bottle of hand sanitizer.
DROIDS: R-7
SHIP: Dynamic-class Light Freighter, a gift from an old friend.
Oh, and Ragien's been ported.