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Joeux Archetype; a typical Padawan, blending in with the paths of the purposeful and the driven. This young human was not one for attention, despite the occasional notice of his unfortunately placed birthmark or overtly enclosed demeanor. In fact, if it wasn't for his self scrutinizing and judging, he'd mostly enjoy being completely surrounded by all others in the Temple. What's worse was his recent debacles in the sparring chambers, which finally caught some attention as Jouex had shown his true burning passion in retaliatory and self-inflicted wounding of a fight that lead to his loss of control. There was indeed much more going on inside this young man than previously depicted.
After his last Master, Valena Karasu, was called away in servitude - Joss was left without guidance and found himself frequenting the sparring arena in order to explore this strange new feeling within. Val, as she made him call her, had indeed began to check Joeux in his inward behavior; though she had not even begun to scratch the surface.
Fearing another interrogation, Joeux was over-prepared to meet his next Master. Constantly threading his fingers through his tossed-forward locks, situating a slightly greasy cluster of hair over his birthmark and eyes, Joeux stepped with more pep than usual. Perhaps all was beginning to lay impact on his over-trained introverted habits. Though still he held that submissive shrug, those fidgety hands by the edges of his clothes, that tossing of hair tick, and still that inability to hold or even engage eye contact.
Here he was, creeping that peek around the corner of the doorway. Joeux wondered what sort of personality he'd have to face this time...
After his last Master, Valena Karasu, was called away in servitude - Joss was left without guidance and found himself frequenting the sparring arena in order to explore this strange new feeling within. Val, as she made him call her, had indeed began to check Joeux in his inward behavior; though she had not even begun to scratch the surface.
Fearing another interrogation, Joeux was over-prepared to meet his next Master. Constantly threading his fingers through his tossed-forward locks, situating a slightly greasy cluster of hair over his birthmark and eyes, Joeux stepped with more pep than usual. Perhaps all was beginning to lay impact on his over-trained introverted habits. Though still he held that submissive shrug, those fidgety hands by the edges of his clothes, that tossing of hair tick, and still that inability to hold or even engage eye contact.
Here he was, creeping that peek around the corner of the doorway. Joeux wondered what sort of personality he'd have to face this time...