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| ATTRIBUTE: | SKILL LEVEL: |
| Strength | 6/10 |
| Dexterity | 8/10 |
| Intelligence | 6/10 |
| Wisdom | 6/10 |
| Charisma | 7/10 |
| Force Power | SKILL LEVEL: |
| Force Push | Beginner |
| Force Pull | Beginner |
| Art of Movement | Beginner |
| Lightsaber Form | SKILL LEVEL: |
| Form II: Makashi | Advanced |
| Form III: Soresu | Beginner |
A mirror can represent so much, yet portray so little. It would show the physical aspects of someone, while the other unique traits and qualities such as personality would hide behind the basic appearance, smirking as if waiting for someone to uncover the dark secrets that every being in the galaxy knew they had hidden deep within themselves. I know at the end of the day I can look at myself in the mirror and say I was a good person, though I couldn't speak for anyone else.
Did other people view me as a good person? I had thought about it a lot, especially as a child, though now that I'm much older I have become more self conscious about how people, (specifically anti-Jedi supporters,) viewed me. What did other people think of when they heard the name Lyric Aebora? Was I a savior to them? A guardian of peace? Or did they view me as something darker? Was I the good or the bad? Maybe a monster looking for an excuse to harm someone? A dark girl with a good cover?
Surely the majority thought of me as a coward, just as they did with every other Jedi. It's a shame really, considering that the Jedi used to be so ripe with potential, and ready to help save the galaxy when it was in need. Now they're just viewed as monsters.
That’s not what a Jedi was supposed to be, and it certainly wasn’t what I intended to be- but what was a Jedi nowadays anyways? To Smugglers and Bounty Hunters; Jedi meant credits more than anything. They didn’t care how it affected us, they only cared about how it affected the fullness of their pockets. With the scarce Jedi left being so well hidden, the Imperium would pay a fortune for something so graceful. It's sad how we used to protect the very people that would no rat us out to our enemies with little hesitation.
When I look closely in the mirror, I see a fragile girl in a crumbling galaxy constantly in the brink of war. She is stuck in a galaxy of crime and betrayal, and as much as she wants to, she can’t break free. I see her scars, her worries, and her stress, and as I look at all of these things, it breaks my already broken heart. I look at her and it feels as if she is past redemption, past the times in life when there wasn’t any worry- back when being a kid meant training without the worry of a Sith threat. And it hurts, because you know that when you try to gain a grasp of everything something is always holding you back. There is always something that won’t let you fly free. Looking past all of that however, I just see an innocent girl trying to do something right- a little Padawan with a big heart. I see Lyric, hidden deep within the grief and suffering she has experienced. As I look, I realize that this little girl was forced to grow up years before she should have--and it wasn't right--and there was no use in trying to persuade myself that it is.
Every day I face an internal struggle. A part of me is always calling out, beckoning for me to give in. I try to remind myself that giving up isn't an option, though in a failing galaxy it just seems so calming to lay down and let the stress lift away, finally being able to become one with the force.
I remember the grand walls of the Jedi Temple. I remember being a little girl as I was asked to levitate simple objects, and sometimes they would shatter on the floor, and the masters would just smile at me and say that I would get better. Now, those same masters visit me in my dreams. These dreams are calming, as is the feeling of the light side of the force flowing strongly through all of them, though that would have little relevance if it weren't for the fact of my internal struggles.
As calming as it may be, I still have to wake up and face the harshness of reality. Supplies are scarce, as are members of the actual Jedi Order.
There is only one thing that keeps me going through the day…
As long as I live, so does the Jedi Order.
Credits to Cassanova for the most beautiful template ever!
Did other people view me as a good person? I had thought about it a lot, especially as a child, though now that I'm much older I have become more self conscious about how people, (specifically anti-Jedi supporters,) viewed me. What did other people think of when they heard the name Lyric Aebora? Was I a savior to them? A guardian of peace? Or did they view me as something darker? Was I the good or the bad? Maybe a monster looking for an excuse to harm someone? A dark girl with a good cover?
Surely the majority thought of me as a coward, just as they did with every other Jedi. It's a shame really, considering that the Jedi used to be so ripe with potential, and ready to help save the galaxy when it was in need. Now they're just viewed as monsters.
That’s not what a Jedi was supposed to be, and it certainly wasn’t what I intended to be- but what was a Jedi nowadays anyways? To Smugglers and Bounty Hunters; Jedi meant credits more than anything. They didn’t care how it affected us, they only cared about how it affected the fullness of their pockets. With the scarce Jedi left being so well hidden, the Imperium would pay a fortune for something so graceful. It's sad how we used to protect the very people that would no rat us out to our enemies with little hesitation.
When I look closely in the mirror, I see a fragile girl in a crumbling galaxy constantly in the brink of war. She is stuck in a galaxy of crime and betrayal, and as much as she wants to, she can’t break free. I see her scars, her worries, and her stress, and as I look at all of these things, it breaks my already broken heart. I look at her and it feels as if she is past redemption, past the times in life when there wasn’t any worry- back when being a kid meant training without the worry of a Sith threat. And it hurts, because you know that when you try to gain a grasp of everything something is always holding you back. There is always something that won’t let you fly free. Looking past all of that however, I just see an innocent girl trying to do something right- a little Padawan with a big heart. I see Lyric, hidden deep within the grief and suffering she has experienced. As I look, I realize that this little girl was forced to grow up years before she should have--and it wasn't right--and there was no use in trying to persuade myself that it is.
Every day I face an internal struggle. A part of me is always calling out, beckoning for me to give in. I try to remind myself that giving up isn't an option, though in a failing galaxy it just seems so calming to lay down and let the stress lift away, finally being able to become one with the force.
I remember the grand walls of the Jedi Temple. I remember being a little girl as I was asked to levitate simple objects, and sometimes they would shatter on the floor, and the masters would just smile at me and say that I would get better. Now, those same masters visit me in my dreams. These dreams are calming, as is the feeling of the light side of the force flowing strongly through all of them, though that would have little relevance if it weren't for the fact of my internal struggles.
As calming as it may be, I still have to wake up and face the harshness of reality. Supplies are scarce, as are members of the actual Jedi Order.
There is only one thing that keeps me going through the day…
As long as I live, so does the Jedi Order.
Credits to Cassanova for the most beautiful template ever!
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