Hello, friends!
It sure has been a while since I've submitted a journal! Heh.
I hope you are all doing well! Here are some cute things for your enjoyment:
On to business!
I was tagged by
KalmaStari to write eight facts about my
Jedi Exile, Nova.
I wrote
waaaaayyy more than I intended to. I hope you enjoy learning more about her! I sure did.
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She tries to convince herself that Sion has no hold, nor power, over her, but she knows she can't escape him. He is like a deep hum at the back of her head that never fades; a dull throbbing, pulsing out of time with her heartbeat. Discordant. His presence pulls at her through the Force; it feels dark, enveloping her, possessing an unusual warmth. His whispers haunt her nights, and apparitions taint her days. She cannot deny his call.
Her feet are small. For some reason, the size of her feet is a source of amusement for her companions. They like to joke about how she shouldn't be able to balance, or even stand up, or that there are children with larger feet than hers. Once, when she'd asked to learn Echani sparring techniques, she caught Brianna hiding a smile when she removed her shoes. In this case, her only response was a silent glare, though Atton (who was far less subtle) wasn't so fortunate.The skin on her back is puckered and dark from an old scar she earned during the Mandalorian Wars. The scar tissue has healed, but remains rough, and often pains her in moments of high stress, or when she is plagued by Force visions. After
Malachor V burned, she confronted Revan and told him that she would return to the Jedi Council, to face her punishment. She turned her back on him, and that was her mistake. In a rage, he slashed at her with his lightsaber, searing flesh and bone. Her scream brought him to his knees, and her saber tore a path across his chest, giving him a scar to match.
She was born on Corellia, in the dingy, dust-filled streets of the Blue Sector. Her mother was a tattoo artist, and part-time waitress in a rundown cantina called The Saucy Smuggler. She spent most of her time in dim, smoke-filled rooms, or navigating Coronet's maze-like streets, running errands. Though she wasn't rich, she was content, and enjoyed the busy nature of life in the Blue Sector.
Offworlders were a common sight where she lived, and they told stories of the vastness of space, the terror of wars among the stars, the colours and smells of planets she'd never heard of. They kindled a spark within her, a longing to travel the stars and see the galaxy for herself.
When she was taken to train with the Jedi on Dantooine, she could hardly believe it was real. She came to love the rolling plains and peaceful hills of Dantooine, though her heart ached for the home she had left behind.
Nar Shaddaa, with its gaudy neon strips, smoky streets and bustling marketplaces, reminds her of home.
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I'm supposed to tag people to do this, but??? I don't want to! Feel free to do this if you haven't already, or if you want to explore another character!
Please let me know what you think! What stands out to you the most?
Ta-ta!