Misha Ivanovna

[Veritas et Lux]

I was once like a doll,
their will, hands tugging at my strings,
my mouth stitched shut, no say at all,
my life an artist's clay, form me into anything.
Oh no, it is forever a lucid black horse,
that burns onto eyelids;
it clings to my memory without remorse,
it seems that I cannot, I'm just too delicate.
But like a doll, you soon forget,
and leave me lying in wait,
come back to pick up where you left off,
but you don't really realize that every time you do: I change.
Freedom isn't really free,
your salvation is only on course
pay the taxes, the fines, the fees,
find peace within the force:


New life brings,

What old life leaves.​

Present Day

Ahto City, Manaan.

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The black boots planted a slow solid echo throughout the halls of the university's dormitories. The metallic city was always so clean, she noticed. Bags packed and ready for the uneasy feeling of something, anything going wrong on the way back to the ship, she opened the door and looked both ways. Not a single soul in this floor right now. She still had to get through the students, professors, selkath, and everyone in between here and the ship, but she wasn't going to let her life slip out of her hands. She just... Walked. Kept on going, no stopping her and no spotting her. She moved fast and anxious so that nobody would indeed give an eye-witness account of her leaving the premises with bags in hand, that, would be the end of it. She wouldn't want her parents having a trail to follow. That would lead them to her.
She fired up the engines and she departed as soon as she could, without a word, wanting nobody to find her.

Three weeks ago...​

Jedi temple on Coruscant

"Misha Ivanovna" the woman behind the desk called names as if this was the most casual of barber shops in the galaxy, and not the main temple of the guardians of the peace. This made Misha chuckle inside. She walked into the room before the council.
"The council has recognized your petition to be accepted into the Order Of The Jedi. We recognize that you are over the age of a youngling and therefore have come to the council in for our favor and acceptance." An older looking wise man sitting in the middle of the half circle made up of the council members spoke. He spoke soft and calmly, it was soothing to Misha. However, with every word he shook Misha's will. He was something that she always wanted to be, to her he was a god.

"We have decided that we will accept you as a Jedi hopeful, Misha. You will travel to Tython when you are ready and you will live your life as a Jedi, training as a padawan under your master."

"My master?" Misha had asked only because she didn't know whether or not to think that she already had a master or if she had to find one.

"Your master has already chosen you and will greet you upon arrival to the Jedi Enclave there. Make sure to take care of any unsettled business before departing to the Tython system, because if you do not than you will not have the chance to until you are done with your training as a padawan."

"Yes master, thank you master." Misha bowed to the council and turned to leave.

"Lots of unfinished business that one has."

"Beep beep" "Beep beep" her comm chimed in. It was her father. She felt the pressure on her shoulders and the tension in her chest fade in, it was almost like she didn't have them for a second rather than just forgetting about them. She stood outside under a terrace, the dry smoggy air of Coruscant could be seen while looming over the city on the high rise of the Temple. "Beep beep" she answered it.
"Hello daddy!" she said with a fake tone that suggested she was having the time of her life.

"Misha, have you landed in Ahto City yet?" he never asked, he always probed. Whether it was a question or not, he wasn't ever looking for an answer, he wanted details and he always seemed so polite about it.

"No daddy! I stopped in the Coruscant system to do some shopping. Styles on Manaan are different than the styles on Alderaan and the systems in the mid-rim. Core systems have different everything and if i'm going to be ahead I need a whole new wardrobe! I can't walk around Manaan wearing something that even slightly suggests that I'm from a backwater planet. I'd die!" she had him where she wanted him. Funding large shopping expeditions made up for the lack of time invested into actually being around for her.

"O- Oh, well okay than sweetheart, whatever makes you happy. But you know that if you don't sign in to the university by tomorrow your mom and I wouldn't be the happiest politicians in the galaxy. Late fees aren't necessary if you just try to keep track of your time, okay?"

"Okay daddy, of course."

"Alright sweetheart, well I have to go take care of some paperwork now okay?"

"Okay, have fun, bye!" "Click"

She knew he would check up on her, that both of them would. It didn't matter, she was done with plans set out before her and she would slip right out from under their noses. They wouldn't stop her. Not now.

Present day​

The Baby-Blue

The Baby-Blue was the ship. A Foster's ZxD-94 Cargo frigate modified for luxury instead of cargo. Since the frigates were nothing but cargo it made it the easiest modification job in history to turn it into a comfortable luxury frigate, and just like everything else Misha played a hand in when ahold of her parents' credit account, it was classy.

Misha sat at the bar while the ship was on auto-pilot. The humming hyper-drive, the lights to the ship, the computers, the droids, the metal polyhedron moving in space. Was it really moving? Was the universe moving around it? The tropical music of Sylaria created a nice atmosphere. The smoke, an ember in the ship. Green plants from tribal planets, the delta-9-tetrahydrocannabinol, it was thought provoking and forced extreme appreciation for her own thoughts, her life, and better yet what was to come. It would be her last time bathing in a debauch like this. Misha looked over to the bar stool beside her. The Gizka, fluffy, seemed to be almost as calm and intoxicated as she was.

The thought of the force having a will intrigued Misha, it always had. Was it an invisible force? Or was it just a force that interacted between dimensions? She always wondered but never doubted it. It wouldn't be for another standard thirteen hours before she could take it off of auto-pilot and maneuver in to land on Tython, she had time to burn and to think. Thinking about all that had happened in the last week, all the events in the last few years, no as far back as she could truly remember, that brought her here. It wasn't irrational, it was determined by the will of the force before I could even decide to have a say in it. She thought back...

Eleven Years Ago

The Garden.

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Misha ran through hallways, through the foyer, and out to the courtyard of the estate. Her parents had left for work and her nanny had finished feeding her. They didn't even say goodbye this morning, they just left, so Misha went where she always did. The garden. She loved the garden. it made her happy to go run and play in the big grass and on the trees, to sit on the benches, look at the small man-made waterfall that flowed dwon from the top of a dark marble fountain that took up the majority of the center of the garden, and to breathe the fresh air. The gardener had made crafted the garden himself, he was also paid to maintain it everyday. The gardener was a gentle and nice man, his hair coarse and wavy, his facial hair, a small untamed beard and mustache that came down from his side-burns. Misha loved to talk to the gardener, he was the only one that truly listened to what the girl had to say and gave her complete honest answers every time.
Gardener, why do you tend to the garden everyday?" Misha asked curiously.
The gardener looked down to her."Because that is my job Misha. Why do you ask?" his smooth voice floated across the air.
Misha drew a blank gaze."Well why is it your job? What do you do to the garden?" she was just curious and these kind of questions weren't uncommon with eight year olds.
"Misha, let me show you. The plants, you see they sit in the sun, all day long without a care in the world. My job is to make sure that they grow up to be look beautiful outside of your house." the man was down on his knees, trowel in one of his gloved hands and the other one on Misha's shoulder, speaking to the small inquisitive girl that he'd grown fond of.
"How do you make them grow up to be beautiful? Won't they grow up to be beautiful anyways?" Turning to him, plucking at the petals of a small white flower. Her face was serious. She just didn't understand.
"Well of course they would Misha, but tending to the flowers makes me happy because I can make the plants happy." it wasn't the answer Misha expected, and telling from the blank face the small girl was making, he knew he'd have to explain. He didn't mind though, he enjoyed talking with the girl.
"How do you make them happy? How can plants be happy? I don't understand. Why do you need to be here for them to be happy and beautiful and grow up healthy?"
"What? You don't want me here?-" he joked.
"- You see Misha, the force flows through all living things, through everything, and every action that takes place. Even these small plants. They may not say anything or walk, but they are alive and the force flows through them, and even though the force flows through them. The force itself isn't just enough. Each and everyone of them deserve to be cherished so that they will grow beautiful with strong stalks and colorful petals. The force guides us and we use the force through all of our actions. It guides us as we grow just like it does these plants, but it doesn't just sustain us or connect us all, it can be used by us and all things too. The motives and purposes behind the things that we do or use the force for determine the outcome of the actions. Do you understand that it's not that I tend to the garden everyday, Misha, but it's that I tend to to the garden with love and honesty everyday." The gardener explained and Misha listened. She understood and she never looked at the gardener, or the plants, or anything else for that matter the same ever again. She always took care in how she treated everything, whether it was alive or not, and everything that she did. If the reason why we do things affects what happens she just wanted to do things to be good.

Five Years Later.

The Garden.​

It was a cold breezy day on naboo. The winds came along with the small amounts of snow-fall that naboo's winter brought. Misha's parents left her money to go buy something because they were supposed to spend the day together, but instead they were in their offices on call. It wasn't anything unusual to Misha, as a matter of fact it happened on a regular basis. It was mid-day winter, Misha sitting outside on the fountain's side. She was reading a holo-book about Jedi and the force that she had bought with the money. Misha had grown just old enough to not have a nanny now, but the gardener, the maid, and the chef were all still going about everyday the same way that they'd always had. The gardener noticed what Misha was reading and took a seat on the bench next to her.
"The force huh?" His words shook Misha's attention.
"Oh, heh. Well, I'm interested in the force and I knew a little about the Jedi already, so I got this holo-book to read and maybe learn a little about both." Misha didn't really know too much about the Jedi, just small tales that she had heard from class-mates.
"Well what do you want to know? My father was a Jedi, and I'm sure I could answer some of your questions."
All ears, Misha thought for a second about what to ask. "How do Jedi fight with the force? How do they move it, make it do things?" With the gardener's face, Misha knew she'd get an answer.
"I can't tell you." Misha's face said everything as it fell.
"What? Why not?!"
"Because Misha, my father was a Jedi... And the very same thing you just asked me, I got the same reply from him. I can not tell you for I have the knowledge you seek, and you don't deserve to be kept in the dark about something. Instead of hearing it as words, Misha, I think it would be better if you just saw it, experienced it. Now come on, sit with me under the fruit tree, and I'll show you right here, right now."
Misha was speechless. She would have never thought she would see the force just like a Jedi, especially not now. At the very least she thought that the chances of her, herself of all people, would see the force. It was a magic like no other to her, impossible to reach in her mind. Wasn't it supposed to be invisible? She was thinking at a thousand thoughts per minute. Walking cross the garden to the beautiful fruit tree with the gardener, she could barely contain her excitement. The tree, it was a beautiful entity that illuminated the garden and grew golden, beautiful fruits and flowers. She took a seat next to the gardener on the green grass under the shade of the fruit tree. He made her cross her feet and close her eyes, just like him.
"Close your eyes, Misha, and stare. Stare into the blackness of your eye-lids, Stare into the air outside of your eye-lids, Misha. Listen to my voice, and don't let your mind wander anywhere else. Focus yourself on seeing beyond the galaxy, and instead seeing what lay underneath. The energy that flows through everything, the force. You are force sensitive, Misha. See it, see with it, open your eyes and see the truth that your soul has been starved of." With a sudden opening of her eyes, Misha saw the whole garden using the force. She saw the trees, the water, the grass, the air, the fruits and flowers, the bugs and insects. She saw the force, and her eyes were wide open, yet eyelids were closed. From than on, she was going to create herself, and not let herself be created by anyone else. She would become a Jedi. She saw her parents and herself. She saw them with chisels in hand, carving marble before her. With a rush of emotion, she took the chisels out of her parents hands and ran to the marble to nurture it. She wasn't going to let her life be shaped by the will of anyone else but hers. She would carve out her own life, with her own hands and own soul.

Several Months Ago

The Kitchen

"She's been accepted! She's been accepted!" "Yes!" The shrill cries of her mother and father echoed throughout the house. The galactic republic university on Manaan had accepted Misha Ivanovna for enrollment and she would earn her Medical degree and degree in Bio-Chemistry. She was shocked. Her parents could pull strings, and she wasn't surprised that she got accepted in the first place, but she was heart-broken that she was actually going to have to go to the college instead of leading her own life. Not that she couldn't say no and turn down the chance to go to the college, but she couldn't say no and turn down her parents. She just couldn't. They had worked so hard her whole life, not only for their jobs but for Misha to grow up and be just as successful, if not more than they were. It would destroy her parents to turn them down. That's why she had kept anything she'd done that would go against them secret. They were idealists, but she was a realist.

Right than she knew, she'd do what she had always done, she wouldn't go and she wouldn't let them know about it either. She'd do it on her own and she'd come back to show her success later. For now, she jumped up and down and rejoiced. Besides, she did just get accepted into a university, whether she was going or not.
"Yes! I've been accepted! I need new clothes!"

Present day

The BabyBlue
So here we are. Her parents, left in the dark to do their work like always, the gardener tending to the garden, and Misha: Soaring through space, leaving her chains and shackles behind, towards her new life, where she would be the one to say who she was.
The new beginning to an old story.





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Spoiler: Information

NAME: Misha Ivanovna

Parents
father: ambassador for trade rights and intergalactic laws concerning trades of any and all types to and from the alderaanian systems
mother: a veteran judge in the alderaanian systems democratic legislative courts

FACTION: Jedi
RANK:Padawan

SPECIES: Human
AGE: 19
GENDER: Female
HEIGHT: 5.6
WEIGHT: 115.001 ( =3 )

HAIR: Natural fine long dark brown hair down to her shoulders that she wears in many different styles.
EYES: Dark brown
SKIN: Light tan
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Nice butt

FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes

STRENGTH: Not very physically strong.
DEXTERITY: Swift, evasive, elusive, and quiet
CONSTITUTION: She's fragile, which forces her to be extra cautious.
INTELLIGENCE: She's very smart and creative, has a good memory, good critical thinking skills, etc.
WISDOM: In addition to her being very smart and creative, she also has good judgement and can apply those thinking skills where they count.
CHARISMA: She has a silver tongue, and can be very motivating because of her nice personality.

Strengths/Weaknesses:
Cautious -/+
Intelligent +
Learns fast +
Fear can shake her at times -
Very skillful +
Often can stick out like a sore thumb -/+
Emotional -/+

CREDITS: 1000
GEAR: Arsenal of clothes and Jedi-Padawan Robes. Misha also has a Messenger bag., that she keeps both her double-bladed cyan lightsaber and her single-hilt cyan lightsaber in at all times.
SHIP: Foster's ZxD-94 Cargo frigate.
PETS:Gizka

Spoiler: Information

named fluffy.

PERSONALITY: Misha is a very smart person, and can be easy going and fun to talk to. She knows how to have a good time and has a good taste in fashion. She has a passion for curiosity and pursuit of finding her own answers to her questions. She can sometimes be very quiet but can also talk your head off. Misha likes to have fun and lounge, and is honestly very docile most of the time. She watches and listens and thinks about what she's going to say before speaking. She can get scared in situations, but it never really stops her. Whenever she feels truly comfortable around someone she shows that she has a sense of humor, throws manners and caution to the wind, and prefers to lead the path on the long way than to take shortcuts. But she also has trust issues and needs alot of time devoted before she gets really comfortable around anyone. She likes to read, and hates gambling games.

Misha Ivanovna is the perfect sweetheart.

DUELS:
Shit Just Got Real'
ROLE-PLAYS:
Misha And Raz's Training
Completing Misha's Training
So, Where Are We Again?
Cursed By Reason
Escape The Sand

Spoiler: Force Powers

Force Powers:
Telekinesis(force push/pull/etc.)
Force Flash/Force Light
Hydrokinesis
Force Jump
Force sight
Force aura
Force speeed
Force Heal
Force Mind Trick
Force shield
AeroKinesis

All have been backed up through rp. Some of which I cannot find. The original raining threads (george/lt. beardsley can vouche for those) with raz and tieko, the second part to the first training, after the rollback last year (thread had links to the original but the links dont work now) and my new training with garuga.
I hate listing force powers on profiles because i think its dumb and you cannot limit force powers like this imho but for certain duels sake and etc. I guess I will post it anyways because well... People love to bitch. Any chance they get- nag nag nag bitch.

 

[Veritas et Lux]

The First Holocron Of Misha Ivanovna​

"It has been a year- My training is complete, and tomorrow I will be knighted before the council and my master. It has been long and I still have not heard word of master Tieko- I hope he has not died in the war..."

-File Corrupted-

-Seek Forward-​

"... Of master Haven training me well- She has been more of a mother to me than I could have ever hoped for. She is to knight me today-"

'Knock-Knock'

"Misha are you in there? The ceremony is about to start, quit messing with your hair- You look fine!"

"Yes master! I'm just... Fixing my robes!

...Coming, Mater!"

-Recording Stopped-

-Recording Start-​

"It's about to begin... I can't record- It's too sacred... Until next time where maybe I do not have to whisper-"

-Holocron Stop-​

 

[Veritas et Lux]

The Second Holocron Of Misha Ivanovna​

"It has been three years since the war ended and I was knighted. I decided that for myself I would take a journey on my own to try and heal those in the outer-rim. Those caught in the crossfire- the aftermath.
The life- the war has done a great deal of damage to them. I've lost count of how many mercenaries and Mandolorians I've had to take care of in the last years. It seems that they must have turned to pirates without an army to quench their thirst for credits and blood.

Even though I'm by myself, there's some peace to it- to helping others out here. The families- wives and children, husbands and workers, they're all so full of life and hope despite the tragedies that have unjustly struck them at their peniless pockets. I've helped so many of them rebuild their homes that have been struck in the crossfire, I've helped so many of the sick while out here- many can't survive without crops. Some of them have to wait until their planet's next season too.
The force is alive out here- it's wild. The open space is so incredible, I feel free and more in touch with the force than I have been since my training on Tython. Saving the people- helping them- it's something I just can't stop at a few systems. I want the whole rim to be okay- ya know? I just do it- I love it.
Is this the love of the force? I've heard many Jedi speak of techniques that those ancients of the order have learned regarding the force and love- They say that most never understand or reach the level of love through the force, and those that do can heal even entire planets corrupted by the dark side with their hearts. Love is against the code- but undying, unconditional love all life through the force, it's what I live for. It's who I am. Does this path really lead to the dark-side? Or is that only the case for those that don't reach that level of understanding?

... I hope that the latter is not the case."

-Recording Stop-

-Recording Start-​

"- Have been trailed by Mandolorians mercenaries- It's dark so I trust that they won't see me."

"-Dealt with their kind before, just have to lead them to a chokepoint.
The woods end up ahead and the mountainside drops a fair... Fifty? Feet down into the small canyon below."

"-Here them stirring, they're closing on my posit-"

"There she is! Get her!"

'Krew-Krew!' 'Zap-' 'Krew' 'Wi-ssshhh' 'Voom-' 'Voom'

"I watched as two of them fell to their demise- I'm sure that the facial expression on their face would have been a horror to behold suppose there helmet wasn't on.
The other two are dead. I'll take their rifles back to the village- the people will be glad to hear that their benefactors are no longer a worry.

For now I leave you though- Until next time, I love you... -Misha Ivanovna."

-Holocron Stop-​

 

[Batty]

the pics are fine, they just need to be resized so they dont explode the screen

 

[Veritas et Lux]

do not know how to do this, ill settle with the pictures for now until i ultimately get tired of them being lame looking > ill learn how to resize them

 

[Brand]

www.picresize.com

Also, I think that female Jedi picture is completely overused, but whatever.

 

[Veritas et Lux]

www.picresize.com

Also, I think that female Jedi picture is completely overused, but whatever.

if only Misha didnt look like that. but she does.

 

[Rom]

I like it, the interaction between Misha and her parents and the descriptions given about it really helped explain the motive of the character to get off on her own. Really enjoyed reading it :)

 

[Brand]

Just reading over your bio once more, that vessel is actually made around 13,000 years in the future to our current timeline, so you'll want to change it.

 

[Veritas et Lux]

just reading over your bio once more, that vessel is actually made around 13,000 years in the future to our current timeline, so you'll want to change it.

pleeeease stop with that! I know, but if you'd have never said anything noone would have cared >:|

... (edit) I changed it and made up a name.. happy :c

 

[Veritas et Lux]

I like it, the interaction between Misha and her parents and the descriptions given about it really helped explain the motive of the character to get off on her own. Really enjoyed reading it :)

thank you im glad you enjoyed it, ;D means alot/ :CRawr

 

[Galen Madr'ak]

I really liked reading this, Just the imagination and originality blew my mind and I also thought the character description between the parents and character really made the story run. :)

 

[Veritas et Lux]

thank you ! :D i sat here for soo long without any comments or suggestions until recently and i was so disheartened. im glad you enjoyed it, i'll be adding holopad entries and etc uand everytime i rank up i'll change it a bit to compress the story. maybe just add spoiler tags around the stories from the former ranks and history ;D mhm -3- ty for the comment

 

[HK-2E]

I give it a 41.

:CHappy

 

[Galen Madr'ak]

thank you ! :D i sat here for soo long without any comments or suggestions until recently and i was so disheartened. im glad you enjoyed it, i'll be adding holopad entries and etc uand everytime i rank up i'll change it a bit to compress the story. maybe just add spoiler tags around the stories from the former ranks and history ;D mhm -3- ty for the comment

holopad entries? Damn why didnt i think of that lol, no but seriously good job and i'm looking foreword to what you have next coulple entries ?;)

 

[Veritas et Lux]

yesyesyes ;D just subscribe to it. x) i love you already

lol divide it by 0 hk

 

[HK-2E]

yesyesyes ;D just subscribe to it. x) i love you already

lol divide it by 0 hk

41 / 0 = Cannot divide by zero

:CFuu

 

[Veritas et Lux]

41 / 0 = Cannot divide by zero

:CFuu

:CSly yeeesssss... yooooo .... caaaayuuunnn :)

 

[Mars]

I like it :D

Maybe meet up with Adam sometime :CHappy

 

[Veritas et Lux]

aha, deff deff ;D