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[This RP is set 5 years in the past. That is all. :3]
Only three months had passed since Samanya’s kidnapping at the hands of unknown slavers. The pain of her loss was crippling to the young Jamall Mohatu; he could only imagine what his twin was going through, what she was having to endure. He didn’t even know if she’d survive. She was strong-willed and, despite her young age, a vicious fighter. He was afraid her defiant streak would get her killed. His father and mother were doing all that they could to bring her home, but him? He could do nothing but sit and twiddle his thumbs, hoping for the best.
Correction. He had only been able to do nothing. That was all changing now. The Cathar, having inherited the deep-seated sensitivity to the Force shared by both his parents, had made his way to the Jedi Temple on Coruscant only a month after her disappearance. He was young, he was afraid, and his heart was wounded by loss. The rational part of his mind told him that the longer the RSF went without finding Samanya, the lower the chances of finding her were; it’d already been three months. She was probably in the Outer Rim by now. Knowing that made the loss more painful, but in a way it was easier to accept. He couldn’t hide behind false hope when he knew all too well the likelihood of her returning was nil to razor-thin.
However, he intended to cope. He intended to survive. More importantly, he intended to become a Jedi Knight, and to do all that he could to ensure that nobody else had to lose their siblings as he lost his. That being said, his emotional recovery would be a long and arduous road. His bond to his sister had been tremendously strong, to the point where the two Force-sensitive siblings could sense one another’s presence and, to a degree, their emotions. Not feeling her familiar presence, that cheerful aura filled with strength and confidence; it frightened him and made him retreat deeper into his shell than ever before.
Considering that he was rather shy by nature, that was no mean feat!
To his surprise, the Order hadn’t seemed to mind his emotional baggage. Rather, the Knight he had spoken to hadn’t seemed to mind; the human had mentioned that Jamall bore a striking resemblance to a former Padawan of his named Sunil -1-1-, but the Knight had quickly shushed himself and hadn’t offered any more information. Likely because, if Jamall remembered correctly, Sunil -1-1- was his grandfather on his father’s side, and had been a Jedi who fell to the dark side and, in a fit of rage, murdered his grandmother Nadiyya.
Regardless of whatever lineage the Knight had detected, he had seen to it that Jamall was accepted into the Order and given quarters on the Coruscant temple, with the promise that he would be given a master shortly. In the meantime, he had been directed to participate in a handful of group exercises and lessons. It was all very basic stuff, but those lessons -coupled with limited training from his mother, Naiya, who had been somewhat proficient in the use of basic abilities- had given Jamall a very sound grasp of basic principals.
Perhaps the hardest thing for the Cathar to tackle was learning the tenets and code of the Order. He was still getting used to all that, but he had the good fortune of being an extremely shy bookworm; he loved to read, and so he spent hours upon hours poring over every last ounce of reading material he could get his hands on from the archives. Despite that, he was still very new to much of the Order, and his emotional burdens weren’t letting him make much headway in the ‘making friends’ department. As such, he spent all of his free time -and without a master, he had a considerable amount of free time- reading, either alone in his quarters or in the Gardens.
Today, perhaps 5 or 6 in the evening, was no different. With an archaic leatherbound book sitting in his lap and his back to a tree, the Cathar was reading the last few hours of daylight away. His ears flicked and twitched as he read, his tail curling around his left calf as it tended to do. So absorbed in his book was he that, were anyone to approach him, he’d undoubtedly fail to take note of their arrival until they were either speaking to him or dropping large inanimate objects upon his furry feline noggin’.
Only three months had passed since Samanya’s kidnapping at the hands of unknown slavers. The pain of her loss was crippling to the young Jamall Mohatu; he could only imagine what his twin was going through, what she was having to endure. He didn’t even know if she’d survive. She was strong-willed and, despite her young age, a vicious fighter. He was afraid her defiant streak would get her killed. His father and mother were doing all that they could to bring her home, but him? He could do nothing but sit and twiddle his thumbs, hoping for the best.
Correction. He had only been able to do nothing. That was all changing now. The Cathar, having inherited the deep-seated sensitivity to the Force shared by both his parents, had made his way to the Jedi Temple on Coruscant only a month after her disappearance. He was young, he was afraid, and his heart was wounded by loss. The rational part of his mind told him that the longer the RSF went without finding Samanya, the lower the chances of finding her were; it’d already been three months. She was probably in the Outer Rim by now. Knowing that made the loss more painful, but in a way it was easier to accept. He couldn’t hide behind false hope when he knew all too well the likelihood of her returning was nil to razor-thin.
However, he intended to cope. He intended to survive. More importantly, he intended to become a Jedi Knight, and to do all that he could to ensure that nobody else had to lose their siblings as he lost his. That being said, his emotional recovery would be a long and arduous road. His bond to his sister had been tremendously strong, to the point where the two Force-sensitive siblings could sense one another’s presence and, to a degree, their emotions. Not feeling her familiar presence, that cheerful aura filled with strength and confidence; it frightened him and made him retreat deeper into his shell than ever before.
Considering that he was rather shy by nature, that was no mean feat!
To his surprise, the Order hadn’t seemed to mind his emotional baggage. Rather, the Knight he had spoken to hadn’t seemed to mind; the human had mentioned that Jamall bore a striking resemblance to a former Padawan of his named Sunil -1-1-, but the Knight had quickly shushed himself and hadn’t offered any more information. Likely because, if Jamall remembered correctly, Sunil -1-1- was his grandfather on his father’s side, and had been a Jedi who fell to the dark side and, in a fit of rage, murdered his grandmother Nadiyya.
Regardless of whatever lineage the Knight had detected, he had seen to it that Jamall was accepted into the Order and given quarters on the Coruscant temple, with the promise that he would be given a master shortly. In the meantime, he had been directed to participate in a handful of group exercises and lessons. It was all very basic stuff, but those lessons -coupled with limited training from his mother, Naiya, who had been somewhat proficient in the use of basic abilities- had given Jamall a very sound grasp of basic principals.
Perhaps the hardest thing for the Cathar to tackle was learning the tenets and code of the Order. He was still getting used to all that, but he had the good fortune of being an extremely shy bookworm; he loved to read, and so he spent hours upon hours poring over every last ounce of reading material he could get his hands on from the archives. Despite that, he was still very new to much of the Order, and his emotional burdens weren’t letting him make much headway in the ‘making friends’ department. As such, he spent all of his free time -and without a master, he had a considerable amount of free time- reading, either alone in his quarters or in the Gardens.
Today, perhaps 5 or 6 in the evening, was no different. With an archaic leatherbound book sitting in his lap and his back to a tree, the Cathar was reading the last few hours of daylight away. His ears flicked and twitched as he read, his tail curling around his left calf as it tended to do. So absorbed in his book was he that, were anyone to approach him, he’d undoubtedly fail to take note of their arrival until they were either speaking to him or dropping large inanimate objects upon his furry feline noggin’.