Post by Talau on Jul 24, 2009 17:33:09 GMT -5
To most there would be nothing particularly threatening or outstanding about the woman walking the halls casually, 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 loosely 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, she 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.
Being the woman she was, she 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.
Who was this woman? Her name was Talau.
Talau Firians, to be exact.
Certainly she wasn't much to look at, or perhaps to even sense, but she had enough of a history to be worth something of notice. She was Leader of a planet, she was a priestess able to heal and advise, she was a Feanturi guardian able and willing to protect, she had been a jedi sentry who had fought during wars against the sith and empire as well as having saved quite a few younglings and padawans from slaughter, she had been a master, she had been a student, she had been (if only for a short time and not by her choice) a dark jedi who had corrupted the jedi archives only to try and save it at the same time by creating a copy of the virus she had uploaded into the system (as well as a copy of the archive system) and leaving it for the one person who had any hope of restoring it, she was a mother, a sister, a lover and a friend.
The woman wandering the halls, almost aimlessly, was acting as she was meant to have been acting...as she was called to act, urged and driven to act...as a keeper of the peace. Oh how she missed this life. The life of a politician didn't agree with her...she knew it was what was needed of her, she did all she could for her extended family, but her heart was called to live a simple life...the life of a jedi. Oddly enough, being a bouncer for this party gave her restless soul and sore heart a bit of what she craved so badly...acted as a soothing balm.
And so she continued moving.
As if it was all she knew how to do.
As if she couldn't stop.
If only to allow herself to be what she needed to be.
What she WANTED to be.
She moved, and wouldn't stop until someone needed her.
No, she 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.
Being the woman she was, she 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.
Who was this woman? Her name was Talau.
Talau Firians, to be exact.
Certainly she wasn't much to look at, or perhaps to even sense, but she had enough of a history to be worth something of notice. She was Leader of a planet, she was a priestess able to heal and advise, she was a Feanturi guardian able and willing to protect, she had been a jedi sentry who had fought during wars against the sith and empire as well as having saved quite a few younglings and padawans from slaughter, she had been a master, she had been a student, she had been (if only for a short time and not by her choice) a dark jedi who had corrupted the jedi archives only to try and save it at the same time by creating a copy of the virus she had uploaded into the system (as well as a copy of the archive system) and leaving it for the one person who had any hope of restoring it, she was a mother, a sister, a lover and a friend.
The woman wandering the halls, almost aimlessly, was acting as she was meant to have been acting...as she was called to act, urged and driven to act...as a keeper of the peace. Oh how she missed this life. The life of a politician didn't agree with her...she knew it was what was needed of her, she did all she could for her extended family, but her heart was called to live a simple life...the life of a jedi. Oddly enough, being a bouncer for this party gave her restless soul and sore heart a bit of what she craved so badly...acted as a soothing balm.
And so she continued moving.
As if it was all she knew how to do.
As if she couldn't stop.
If only to allow herself to be what she needed to be.
What she WANTED to be.
She moved, and wouldn't stop until someone needed her.
