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Carlyn Muireann H O M E W O R L D
IrmenuS P E C I E S
HumanA G E
18 H E I G H T
5'4"W E I G H T
115 PoundsH A I R COLOR
BlondeE Y E COLOR
BlueG E N D E R
FemaleF A C T I O N
JediR A N K
PadawanF O R C E U S E R
YesCarlyn has a pale skinned complexion which was mostly attributed to her years growing up in the snow capped regions of Irmenu, spent within the confines of the keep's walls rather than venturing out and braving the bitter cold winds. After a life growing up on a world that has very little in means for staving off famines and disease, Carlyn has a very slight build. Although she bares a slim build and looks frail, her appearance can deceptive, concealing very flexile and nimble physiology, resulting from years of traversing countless stair cases in her duties as a handmaiden.
Carlyn's attire, much to be expected from her origins is primitive and simplistic when compared to current galactic standards. Wearing a simple full length bodysuit, over which she predominantly wears flowing loose fitting tunics woven in light neutral tones such as white and grey.
Much like what could be ascertained from Carlyn’s visual appearance, it could be said for her personality. Many would see her as being naïve and wide eyed to the galaxy that is widening around her, whilst this would in many cases be true with Carlyn being naïve to the cultures of the more industrial and civilised of societies, she is by no means ignorant to the threats of the relatively unknown and foreign technologically driven culture pose - and usually takes the necessary precautions with what she does not fully understand.Carlyn, even despite appearing to be seemingly overwhelmed by all that she is presently seeing and hearing during her banishment from her Home world - still has a warm fondness for Irmenu, often speaking at great length of her affections for those she had been forced to leave behind. Revealing at times she holds a deep and caring nature for loved ones and generally those around her as well as concern for those who are unfortunate. Her caring nature however being her main fault, having already found herself being banished for revealing her sorcerous powers, despite using them to save those who lived within the remote castle grounds.
During her free time Carlyn is very focused on her training and her studies into the aspects of the Force, longing to control and master her abilities without causing harm to others, and as a result is often seen hiding her face behind a book or one of these datapad contraptions as learns more about these strange powers she possessed.
The Force: Carlyn is proving to be fairly adept with the Force. Despite her years of having to suppress and conceal her sorcerous powers, having found a home among the Jedi Carlyn is starting to learn how to channel and develop her connection to the Force.
Lightsabers: Whilst she has been with the Jedi for a short period of time so far, Carlyn has gradually started to come around to the presence and sight of lightsabers. She has yet to learn to craft, yet alone wield one as of yet - like many things that she is starting to encounter, the complexity of the technology that sits within the Lightsaber is something that she struggles to grasp and understand
For much of her life, Carlyn had lived within the northern most Keep, situated up in the snow capped mountains that boarded the lands of the neighbouring barbarians that dwelled in the frozen wastes. Spending her time tending to her duties, within the confines of the keep, finding that there was little else to do during the long winters other than to serve within the court or keep up with her education - baring the odd occasion where the blizzards had eased off and the more temperate weather rolled in where she would, sneak off to the upper ramparts to gaze down towards the estuary that passed by below, connecting the great sea to the capital. Watching the tall sail ships pass, with a keen eye trained towards their masts in the hope of spotting the colours of the Keep's lord, a sign that perhaps her brother had returned from the latest campaign against the Barbarian hordes.
It wasn't until her mid teens had things started to look bleak, whispers among the court would speak of the war against the barbarians had taken a turn for the worse, would often circulate and cause worry for Carlyn over her brother's wellbeing. But the news of a failing war was proving to be the least of her worries, strange abilities were starting to manifest within her. Whilst at first the strange feelings that would wash over her, were quietly dismissed at first as being perhaps brought on by being overworked tended to the wounded soldiers that would be brought back to the keep. It wasn't until whilst caring for the wounded during the night, that she had knocked over a metal jug of water in the dim light - her shock coming not from the clattering noise, but following her instinctual reaching out to fruitlessly grab the jug only for it to stop mid air and then fly into her hand. An ability that she knew would be treated with suspicion and fear within the religious society, who see acts of sorcery and magic as cause for banishment or worse!
Over the following years, Carlyn continued to suppress her manifesting abilities, on fear of being exiled and left to walk the frozen wastes knowing that she could never return back to the kingdom that she had grew up in. On top of that the war efforts were taking a turn for the worse, the numbers of wounded were building. As was the worry for her brothers fate, having ridden beyond the keeps gates in a last effort to try and repel the advances of the Barbarian hordes long enough for word to reach the rest of the kingdom for reinforcements. But with the long winter rolling in, it seemed that even the pyres at the top of the Keeps walls were unable to be seen from the neighbouring castles due to the blizzards.
The Barbarian horde's assault was taking its toll on the keep, their numbers heavily out weighing that of the defending garrison of knights. The attackers, making lightwork of the trained warriors, in part to the sorcery that they had embraced - many of the townsfolk had already fled or were in the process of being cut down, the keep would fall without the opportunity for the warning pyres to be lit so to call for reinforcements. It had seemed for the best part that all hope had been lost within the young handmaiden, her brother had been cut down and it looked like she would soon share his fate.
Without any second thought, and driven by instinct or perhaps it was the whispers guiding her, Carlyn held the staff above her, sending out a brilliant beam of light that reached skywards. Acting as a beacon to call for aid from the rest of the kingdom and ultimately sealing her own fate into a life of banishment and exile.
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