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Many years had passed since Quils last set foot in any of the Jedi temples and now here he was on Arbra. Only recently had he returned to the order from being on the run. One fateful night on Naboo was all he needed to be brought back into the ranks. The Hapan kept himself isolated from other Force sensitives to remain under the radar. There were some adventures throughout his exile but he'd abstained from using the Force and his lightsaber. The tool had never been ignited in the entire decade he was away despite how easy it would have been to end conflicts with just the sight of a lightsaber. Even his old style of dress had to be abandoned or he would have been recognized by the odd passer-by or two. Prior to becoming a Jedi he was a fashion model and then a student of art.
And now here he stood in one of the temple's open atriums enjoying the feel of the life surrounding him. One thing he missed dearly was the sensation of being surrounded by life as felt through the Force. With so many Jedi around him it was emotionally moving. A tear formed on the corner of his right eye and slowly trickled down his cheek, leavin a dark streak on his caramel skin. A few students passed by him, perhaps on their way to classes or training, and he greeted them with a smile and a wave from his right hand. They were dressed in the typical robes that were common among the Jedi.
The one-armed Knight himself always opted for something with a bit of flare back when he was younger until the Sith took control. However he was back amongst his own and was free to go back to his knack for style, albeit slightly modest with gained wisdom. Quils sported a pair of skin tight leggings with a tabard wrapped around his waist and knee-high cuffed boots. His upper body was adorned with a sleevless tunic tucked into his belt and he wore a white fishnet undershirt with long sleeves. Of course the left sleeve was knotted at the base of the nub.
The next step for him would be to reintegrate himself and share his knowledge and wisdom. Could he take on an apprentice at this point or would he wait? Only time would tell.
And now here he stood in one of the temple's open atriums enjoying the feel of the life surrounding him. One thing he missed dearly was the sensation of being surrounded by life as felt through the Force. With so many Jedi around him it was emotionally moving. A tear formed on the corner of his right eye and slowly trickled down his cheek, leavin a dark streak on his caramel skin. A few students passed by him, perhaps on their way to classes or training, and he greeted them with a smile and a wave from his right hand. They were dressed in the typical robes that were common among the Jedi.
The one-armed Knight himself always opted for something with a bit of flare back when he was younger until the Sith took control. However he was back amongst his own and was free to go back to his knack for style, albeit slightly modest with gained wisdom. Quils sported a pair of skin tight leggings with a tabard wrapped around his waist and knee-high cuffed boots. His upper body was adorned with a sleevless tunic tucked into his belt and he wore a white fishnet undershirt with long sleeves. Of course the left sleeve was knotted at the base of the nub.
The next step for him would be to reintegrate himself and share his knowledge and wisdom. Could he take on an apprentice at this point or would he wait? Only time would tell.