Post by Talau on Jul 24, 2009 12:26:15 GMT -5
It really hadn't taken long for the Rilan woman to get here the day before, and it had taken her even less time to figure out the layout of the station. The force was amazing that way, and it was even more amazing what a little footwork could do as well. Now, not only did she have a mental image of the station imprinted in her mind, but also a visual to go with it....Now it was time to do a bit of relaxing.
Talau waited, leaning lightly against a bar, for the others to arrive. Zarrish was already here, the large Goran lion resting easily on the floor (and taking up quite a bit of space) as they waited. To most there was nothing particularly threatening or outstanding about the woman leaning there, really she was fairly plain to look at all things considered. She wore black pants tucked into well worn brown boots (which had obviously seen years of hard use, though they were kept well cleaned), and a dark blue long sleeved top that lightly hugged her form and hung lightly around her wrists, the bell shape giving her wrists good movement despite the leather and metal arm guards that were hidden beneath. The brown leather cargo belt was nothing particularly fancy either, and it seemed as if it had seen even MORE use than the boots (if that were possible), and almost looked as if it could have been through several wars and survived for the woman adorning it to find. On the silver buckle there was some sort of shape that, at one time, had likely been an emblem of some kind...though it had been worn down with use and time (and no doubt its history). A slate gray cloak hung around her neck, pinned by an oddly shaped "star" brooch of silver and blue, the cloak seeming to shift colors slightly if she moved and (unbeknownst to most) hiding twin sabers that were hooked to the back of her belt. Chocolate brown hair was accented by a natural golden brown and now, also silver...the full back length tresses plaited into a braid and a silver circlet with the same star woven into the hair and settled atop her head.
No, Talau really had nothing that screamed for attention, not even her body called for much attention. Her form was lean and fit, she had only decent curves, her face was pretty, but not beautiful, and her age was beginning to show. The most astounding thing one might find on her where her eyes, and those were easy enough to miss. The golden green orbs remained that way (their natural color) much of the time simply because she had learned long ago to be able to keep her emotions in tight control without cutting them off, as well as a handy little trick that she still employed from time to time...like when dealing with idiot fiances who made one think they were dead then showing up suddenly at one's place of residence and scaring the living daylights out of you and then having the audacity to tease you about Master Luke and your lack of information on his reformation of the Order and....right, her eyes....The funny thing about her eyes was not the almond shape, or even the color of them or ability to change, no, it tended to be HOW she looked at you. Despite her seeming neutrality, those eyes often belied the caring and warm nature of the woman, and the glint in them seemed to never dull, as if a bright flame were dancing behind them as she studied you.
Those able to see or feel beyond the physical, however, might find the woman considerably more interesting. For those who could see such things, her aura was a royal blue over all, swirling with deep green, purple, silver, gold, and even traces of reds and (though very rarely seen) the occasional black threads. Most, it seemed, couldn't see these tell tale colors, so it wouldn't likely matter much, however, the feeling of easily controlled power and grace might catch a bit of attention. Yes, the Rilan woman was a force user...a well trained one at that...and had spent all of her life learning about it, how to use it, adapt it to her strengths and fill in her weaknesses, she had fought with it as both light and dark on many occasions, she had LIVED with it, fed off of it, used it to keep her sane and comfort herself when she needed...she had spent a LOT of time learning about, and growing in, the force...it tended to show. Her mind, however, was like the strongest wall, coated in beskar, and with a shield over it. This wasn't to say it was impenetrable, but it would be difficult as hell to get into, and if one did manage....well....they wouldn't like what they found waiting for them on the other side.
Tal, being the woman she was, tended to exude an aura of comfort and soothing warmth, unless....like now....she adopted a more neutral state. Even with this, she tended to keep her force signature...dampened. She'd been told before that she tended to show a bit more brightly than most, and the last thing she wanted to do was attract all kinds of attention; so, in recent years she had turned to working on learning to control and suppress that signature of hers to a better degree. Certainly she'd learned how when she was younger...if you were a jedi you'd had to learn or end up dead...but to suppress something that she couldn't see herself? That had been a LITTLE more difficult, and had taken Quena's help to learn. Now, waiting here for the other bouncers, she had put all of her various techniques into play to keep her appearance in the force as un-threatening as possible.
Golden eyes blinked as she turned her head to look down the corridor, her senses in the force pricking at her mind lightly as she noted the arrival of another presence drifting her direction.
((I'mma let Zar sit this one out and describe him in a bit))
Talau waited, leaning lightly against a bar, for the others to arrive. Zarrish was already here, the large Goran lion resting easily on the floor (and taking up quite a bit of space) as they waited. To most there was nothing particularly threatening or outstanding about the woman leaning there, really she was fairly plain to look at all things considered. She wore black pants tucked into well worn brown boots (which had obviously seen years of hard use, though they were kept well cleaned), and a dark blue long sleeved top that lightly hugged her form and hung lightly around her wrists, the bell shape giving her wrists good movement despite the leather and metal arm guards that were hidden beneath. The brown leather cargo belt was nothing particularly fancy either, and it seemed as if it had seen even MORE use than the boots (if that were possible), and almost looked as if it could have been through several wars and survived for the woman adorning it to find. On the silver buckle there was some sort of shape that, at one time, had likely been an emblem of some kind...though it had been worn down with use and time (and no doubt its history). A slate gray cloak hung around her neck, pinned by an oddly shaped "star" brooch of silver and blue, the cloak seeming to shift colors slightly if she moved and (unbeknownst to most) hiding twin sabers that were hooked to the back of her belt. Chocolate brown hair was accented by a natural golden brown and now, also silver...the full back length tresses plaited into a braid and a silver circlet with the same star woven into the hair and settled atop her head.
No, Talau really had nothing that screamed for attention, not even her body called for much attention. Her form was lean and fit, she had only decent curves, her face was pretty, but not beautiful, and her age was beginning to show. The most astounding thing one might find on her where her eyes, and those were easy enough to miss. The golden green orbs remained that way (their natural color) much of the time simply because she had learned long ago to be able to keep her emotions in tight control without cutting them off, as well as a handy little trick that she still employed from time to time...like when dealing with idiot fiances who made one think they were dead then showing up suddenly at one's place of residence and scaring the living daylights out of you and then having the audacity to tease you about Master Luke and your lack of information on his reformation of the Order and....right, her eyes....The funny thing about her eyes was not the almond shape, or even the color of them or ability to change, no, it tended to be HOW she looked at you. Despite her seeming neutrality, those eyes often belied the caring and warm nature of the woman, and the glint in them seemed to never dull, as if a bright flame were dancing behind them as she studied you.
Those able to see or feel beyond the physical, however, might find the woman considerably more interesting. For those who could see such things, her aura was a royal blue over all, swirling with deep green, purple, silver, gold, and even traces of reds and (though very rarely seen) the occasional black threads. Most, it seemed, couldn't see these tell tale colors, so it wouldn't likely matter much, however, the feeling of easily controlled power and grace might catch a bit of attention. Yes, the Rilan woman was a force user...a well trained one at that...and had spent all of her life learning about it, how to use it, adapt it to her strengths and fill in her weaknesses, she had fought with it as both light and dark on many occasions, she had LIVED with it, fed off of it, used it to keep her sane and comfort herself when she needed...she had spent a LOT of time learning about, and growing in, the force...it tended to show. Her mind, however, was like the strongest wall, coated in beskar, and with a shield over it. This wasn't to say it was impenetrable, but it would be difficult as hell to get into, and if one did manage....well....they wouldn't like what they found waiting for them on the other side.
Tal, being the woman she was, tended to exude an aura of comfort and soothing warmth, unless....like now....she adopted a more neutral state. Even with this, she tended to keep her force signature...dampened. She'd been told before that she tended to show a bit more brightly than most, and the last thing she wanted to do was attract all kinds of attention; so, in recent years she had turned to working on learning to control and suppress that signature of hers to a better degree. Certainly she'd learned how when she was younger...if you were a jedi you'd had to learn or end up dead...but to suppress something that she couldn't see herself? That had been a LITTLE more difficult, and had taken Quena's help to learn. Now, waiting here for the other bouncers, she had put all of her various techniques into play to keep her appearance in the force as un-threatening as possible.
Golden eyes blinked as she turned her head to look down the corridor, her senses in the force pricking at her mind lightly as she noted the arrival of another presence drifting her direction.
((I'mma let Zar sit this one out and describe him in a bit))
