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| NAME: ALIASES: AFFILIATION: RANK: STRENGTH: DEXTERITY: CONSTITUTION: INTELLIGENCE: WISDOM: CHARISMA: | Martana Ein Lady Ein Matukai Adept ■■■■■■ ■■■■■■■■ ■■■ ■■■■■■■■■ ■■■■■■■ ■■■■ | SPECIES: HOMEWORLD: AGE: HEIGHT: WEIGHT: EYES: HAIR: SKIN: CREDITS: FORCE SENSITIVE: | Human Hapes 29 5'4'' 132 lbs Hazel Dark Brown Fair Only what she needs Yes |
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Strengths Evolution teaches a single narrative. That of change. Those that change, survive, and for the most part those unblinking unchanging things fade and die with few left behind to mourn the loss. That is where Martana Ein draws her first draught of strength. Shifting with the sands, swaying with the wind, swept by the tides ever shifting. Maintaining her mental, emotional, and physical flexibility keeps the Makutai instructor agile and always ready for any situation, even the common yet complicated situation that cleverly disguised itself as nothing. For as all things in the universe, there never truly was nothing, not even within the deepest darkness or the longest silence. Always a light, forever a whisper. Weaknesses To push your limits should be the goal of all beings, it was the highest romance of being alive. Finding them and finding them young, that was tragedy. Martana pushed her body to the limits and found herself short not of desire and not of strength, but of breath. Ragged gasps led her to reach for aid that never came from her stoic instructors. Weak and ill-fit for duty she was deemed. How she wished to prove them wrong. So with this hard wall of limitation placed upon her the woman focused upon her mind. While her strength and health withered her thoughts flourished with new found light. Theory and imagination took her places her legs and lungs could not, yet still it could not truly take her. Mind over matter, an ancient rivalry. We shall see where Martana's current allegiance takes her. Physical Appearance If beauty was in the eye of the beholder then surely the beholder would have a crush on Martana. She could never be allowed to know this however, at least that was the opinion of her earliest instructor and even her parents. Her appearance was never openly ridiculed, but it's forceful lack of mention in regular conversation was noticed by the young girl as she tried on every dress and bit of make up she could to illicit some response, any really, good or bad. To no avail. Despite this the Makutai instructor maintains her appearance if only to look upon every mirror, puddle, and bit of glass with a bit less doubt in herself. Besides the physical world was nothing compared to that of the mind, just sink in, breath, imagine a world of opaque without eyes to judge. Calm Philosophy Black implies white. Self Implies other. Life implies death, or rather death implies life. These are the thoughts the beckon the idea of general oneness at least to the ever thinking Martana. We are all of us made of atoms bound by energy and the force and yet we conspire to see ourselves as separate and different. Even our very thoughts are naught but energy yet so many give their lives for the elusive promise of a perfect world. Still she questions and wonders, never quite landing upon an ideal idea. Perhaps that was the sensible thing, to sense and continue to sense until the right message came across. Or perhaps she'd wait in silence listening to a dead universe for an echo that would never return. All of them possibilities both terrible and great. In the end Martana's core belief was like many Makutai, the virtue of calm and patience. Not much good came from rash behavior and when it did it was seldom justified by the outburst. Cool and controlled, that was the way to carry oneself. For as the universe is energy of chaos life was meant to be its balance. Shaking hands grow still, wet eyes dry, calm down, breath, life will go on. With or without you. |
SKILLS & ABILITIES
| Hapan ■■■■■ | Basic ■■■■■ | Kendov'vun ■■■ | Huttese ■■ |
| Flexibility ■■■■ | Echani Martial Arts ■■■ | Niman ■■■■ | Stamina ■ |
| Telekinesis ■■■■ | Detoxify Poison ■■■ | Force Valor ■■■■ | Crucitorn ■■ |
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CHARACTER HISTORY
| A year like any year came and upon this year life formed from the love of two unexceptional people in a small village upon an often overlooked world. Within the home this new child found much to explore and navigate as she learned to walk, talk, and navigate her small world. Gradually this world expanded to take in the marketplace, the village elder's hut where she learned her first lessons, and the endless fields which she ran. For much of her early years she found affection, joy, fear, sadness, the entire arc of emotion was open to her and despite the negative repercussions of some feelings the young one was delighted to feel them all. Then the man in white came. Martana was told to run along and so she did, skipping stones into a cool stream, laughing, rushing into the wind to taste what it carried across the plain swaying with fresh grasses. She held hands with a younger boy and felt a strange wrinkly tingle she couldn't quite place. Then she returned home and everything changed. That night her free locks which nearly touched her toes, which she loved to stuff with flowers and braid for many hours while she watched the sunrise, were cut to near nothingness. She was placed upon a hard chair and stared at, questioned, tested. Martana was no stranger to tests, but these were not the slight touches of inquisition of the elder, instead they were harsh scraping things that sought to extract every bit of knowledge from the young girl. When it was through the man left, Martana hoped forever. It was not so. Within the next weeks Martana noticed some changes in her life as her clothes grew plainer, her meals more regular, and her time outside lessened. Shuttered away for hours on end the young girl couldn't enjoy as much as a sunrise. She was asked to sit still and think, but think of what? All the fun she was missing she guessed. Confused she often wondered if this was some bizzare punishment, little did she realize it would only get worse from here. One day the man in white returned and mumbled something to her parents. When she heard the words 'away', 'journey', and 'long' and 'time' together she needed no further contextualization. Rushing out the door she ran across the plains hungrily gulping the sweet air, hoping to take in the look of the stream one last time. It wasn't long before she tired and sat upon the muddy bank of the river awaiting her fate. It came not harshly but calmly as the man in white sat by her and over a period of hours droned an explanation. He was her relative of sorts and saw in her a bit of greatness that if extracted could do a tremendous amount of good. While his words allowed no respite in white lies or comfort, Martana felt drawn to their tone and inflection. When his last word fled his tired sagging lips the young girl took his hand and together they walked across the grassy plains a final time. Once ascended into the stars Martana saw a myriad of world's she could never have imagined. Upon one she experienced air so thin her every breath was an exercise that demanded every fiber of her mind and body working perfectly in sync. Another world burned with every step upon her bare feet as she was instructed to walk the length of an ancient sandstone wall. Suppressing pain the young lady made the trek, but her sole suffered. Cold came next on a snowy planet as she sat with nothing but the barest of clothing upon her back. She could not so much as shiver lest she suffer the harsh stare that always accompanied failure. With every challenge came knowledge, even in failure Martana learned and from those lessons she stepped further and further up a staircase that was only now becoming clear to her. When she passed the threshold of thirteen years old her instructor began to teach her martial styles. Already her mind had been filled with language, custom, history, and tradition, but now she found her body often had a mind of it's own. While her tongue was clever and sharp Martana found her feet were dumb and her hands quite dull. What took weeks for her mind to adapt too often took months for her hands to accept. Still the young lady persevered, working deep into the night as her worked hands grew raw and her feet burned in quiet agony. Pain was the currency for progress and Martana Ein gladly paid the price. As abruptly as the lessons entered her life they ended. Her instruction was complete. No ceremony, no bowing out. She came to train one day and her teacher was not there, nor was he the next day or the next. Still Martana trained, she had become pupil and master all in one, forcing herself forward whether it was a concept she felt no mortal could grasp or a physical task that threatened bring her low as she fought for every scrap of breath she could get her hands upon. Years passed and soon her accumulated knowledge felt heavy upon her. At first she sought to travel and spread the message of the Matukai, but this didn't seem to be her way. Led by the sage advice of others and the force she soon began taking upon pupils of her own. One on one at first and then gradually accumulating into many classes of disciples and those who sought the way. That way was the way she walked too, beside them, not ahead. All walked a path unknown upon solid steps of wisdom. Where they were going, who could say. |
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