"This too shall pass..."

 

 

 

 

 

A Promise I Can Keep

 

 

Name: Emiliana Chani

Age: 25

Height: 5'4"

Weight: 115 lbs

Race: Human-Dantooine

Alignment: Jedi

Specialty: Force Healer, Force Empathy

                                                                           

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                                                                         "You look as though you have a question...."

 

 

Emiliana Shalice Chani was born and raised to farmer parents on planet Dantooine during the New Republic Era. Until the age of fourteen she had no knowledge of her abilities with the force, only that she seemed to have a preternatual sense of danger. Because of her humble beginnings, Emiliana was raised to be endlessly polite, courteous and demure. In training, she caught on slowly, as one could only expect from a trainee already so old, but with time, she grew as was placed with a Knight to serve as her master. At this time, it is recorded that her master has passed away, but the reason is unknown. She claims that he was elderly and simply passed of old age; but, stranglely, most of the records surrounding her time as a padawan have vanished from the records of the Jedi. The system merely comes up with a simple bio-profile entry; name, age and weight, gathered by year and her change from Padawan to Knight and finally taking on her title as a healer. Whereas is the bio-profiles of all Jedi the lineage of training is carefully recorded, her's simply does not seem to exist.

 

                                                                                         

 

                                                                                       

                                                                                     "Have you need of aid? I offer my two hands..."

 

As a jedi in training, Emiliana never showed any skill wielding a lightsaber. They prooved to be ungainly and awkward in her hands. After watching her fail time and again to use a saber with any kind of tact, she claims that her master placed a lightpike into her hands instead. In her hands, the pike became a deadly weapon, quickly making up for her failure with the saber. The blade of her pike shines a brilliant and sunny yellow, her favorite color, gifted by the Kasha crystal within. The hands that grip the pike are curiously long, the fingers almost an inch and a half longer than a normal person's. Whether this is a deformity or an augmentation, she will not say and perfers not to have it mentioned. A further oddity about this woman is that she generally will not dress in the traditional Jedi robes. As a healer, she serves often as a politician as well and most often will be seen in dresses anywhere from base and common to high elegance. It is in her elegance, however that it is said she keeps her most deadly of weapons. Whispers say she keeps a suicide detonator and cyanide pill hidden beneath her bodice, but there has never been any confirmation as to this rumor and no known reason as to why she would have any need of such things.

 

                                                                                                  "Some nights you breathing fire,
Some nights you're carved in ice,
Some nights your like nothing I've ever seen before, Or will again."

 

 

                                                                                           

           "Or perhaps my voice...?"

 

Her unnamed master discovered very quickly that she had a talent for singing. Being a soprano, it was not difficult to train her to raise her voice in song. Because of her years singing, she has developed a talent for the Force Scream though she does not use it often as it is very exhausting.  Accompanying her singing talent, she has taken up dance. Emiliana claims to have studied countless styles of dance and is all too pleased to demonstrate her skills. Her skill on the dance floor bleeds over regularly into her skill on the battlefield, making her a very acrobatic fighter. In addition it has been found that she is one of the Force Empaths, those who weave the powers of the force around them to work through emotion before battle. Calm as still water and kindly as a willow, she has found herself often using this ability to talk down suicides and prevent unecessary combat. This boon comes also with a curse, however. Empathy cannot be turned on and off as a light can, it works through her at all times, keeping her attuned to the nature of the universe and the many peoples around her. She can easily be crippled by the pain and suffering of others, feeling it as if it were her own. This fact has often kept her far from battle but has helped her become a very fast and effective healer.

 

 

                                                                                      

 

"But I'll never forget the way you feel right now..." 

 

 

 

                                                                                         "Or shall I just sit beside you for a while?"

 

A common question she is faced with is 'why she's a jedi instead of a troubador'. Emiliana simply chuckles and replies that the jedi order simply found her first. She is not of remarkable power, at least not according to her. And in fact, training her was not the simplest task. For the longest time, she simply could not make the force do her bidding. She would sit and stare at her task, focusing and focusing until she developed headaches or became ill. Finally her dear master determined that the issue was simply that Emi was to down to earth and was having difficulty accepting that the force could do what they told her it could. At last, her master told her to visualize something that could accomplish what she wanted to do, and it would happen. The task her master gave her to test the theory was simple: break a pane of glass using the force. Emi sat and stared at the glass for more than an hour before she convinced herself that she was indeed throwing a rock. Drawing back her hand, the young girl hurled an imaginary stone with all her might, the glass falling to shreds before her. And now, her imagination is her greatest tool. She is much more physical with the force than her peers and finds a note of embarassment in it.

 

Aside from her difficulties with using the Force, Emiliana has developed a talent for Force Healing. Years of practice have given her a speed many would be envious of. She enters a trance quickly and can maintain her meditative state despite much distraction. 

 

 

 

"Emiliana...The closer you live to the light, the larger your shadow becomes."

 

    "And if my shadow overcomes me?"

 

                            "Then you are lost forever....."

 

                                           -A force pike, inactive.

  

 

"Pain is weakness leaving the body..."                                     

 

"How can I be rid of it?"

 

                       "By enduring as much as you can."

 

 

 

But, all is not light and love with this Jedi. The circumstances around her Master's death have levied a cloud over her in the eyes of those that can access the more protected files kept in the Jedi databases. Suspicion follows her in the temples, though as of what can vary widely from person to person. Most believe her claim that he passed of old age, other whisper of darker things. Some say murder while other says suicide. But there are those that wonder as to whether or not he has died at all. The records show that around the time her master passed from the mortal coil, Emiliana was hospitalized for a lengthy period, a long list of unexplained surgeries being the only thing filling the void. All that can be gathered from the aberrant medical record is that some great trauma was suffered, and a list of metals that can only be taken as shrapnel being shown as removed from her body.

 

 

 

 

 

In the past year, however, there has come to be another suspicion about Emiliana. Someone is raiding and destroying cargo ships bearing illegal weapons and leaving criminals and those who could become Sith in places of incareration without ever appearing. The galaxy has come to know the vigilante as The Desolate One, as they seem to have no regards for their own life. Thos that have seen this vigilante and survived say, they bear a heavy cloak and a mark of a light saber blade missing the center of its beam. Left behind and barely alive, the survivors have noticed in the figure a seeming lack of hope and a notion of loss unimagineable. There are questions as to if this cloaked figure is simply waiting for someone to kill them, looking endlessly for that would finally destroy their emptiness. 

 

 

"Maybe I'm crazy, but it's crazy and it's true

 I know you can save me, no-one else can save me now but you." 

 

 

Upon the galactic news feed taking notice of The Desolate one, Emiliana began to follow the news very closely, hovering over data sendings and vid screen plays of information, waiting for every mention of the vigilante. The elder Jedi say her interest in this figure is unhealthy and have begun to question that with her unmarked past and frequent trips away from the temple, that she herself may be The Desolate One. But confusion follows this thought every step of its winding pathway as being a healer, Emiliana would feel the damage the Desolate One had caused and be driven comatose by the empathic feedback.  Still, every day she waits for news, wondering on which planet the vigilante will appear on next and who they have brought to their knees. In the time since the figure became known, Emiliana has spent much time meditating in the lowest parts of the temple, often beneath the ground or hidden away in service tunnels beneath. Her meditation seems almost prayer and has lasted a greater amount of time than most would expect of a healer. 

 

 

Some say she is waiting.

But for what?

 

 

 

 

Despite her normally calm and collected nature, Emiliana has recently declared a personal vendetta against one Klieyen Ugarin IV  For his unprovoked slaughter of 400 men, women, and children on Coruscant, the Jedi has sworn to bring him to justice. Be it tooth, nail, saber or claw their meetings tend to be violent and destructive in nature. Yet, despite all of her skills and training, the leader of the Crimson Guard continues to slip through her fingers like sand. Recent events have revealed the man to be quite insane, suffering from a severe case of megalomania. In her explorations of the old Ugarin mansion with her good friend Kaven Ugarin, she recently came across his old diary. What secrets does it hold and how can she use it to track down the villain and force him to answer for his crimes. Captivity of the mad man came at a strange time, during a lull of peace, he almost handed himself peacefully over to the hands of his captors. Imprisioned in a high security prison, one can only wonder what scheme he may have concoted by doing this. His imprisonment has caused a strange thing indeed, however. Once every few weeks, Emiliana will bring the man food from outside the prison, things he would have never seen again, and at time, reading material. She seems to study him, just as he studies her; but it is possible that without an obsession, the Jedi cannot cope with life.

 

"And some days it don't come easy 
And some days it don't come hard
Some days it don't come at all 
And these are the days that never end."

 

In their constant search for answers, however, Emiliana's obsession has waned and she has begun to find herself closer to Kaven, the man being nothing but a replica of a long since dead scientist. A friendship so many would kill for became clear, secrets vanishing quickly between them and a sense of defense in the name of the other coming to light. The question of whether or not an HRD (Human Replica Droid) can love has been raised, but Kaven himself cannot answer as he himself does not know. Intent of not falling deep into each other as they both feared, they forced themselves back into their quest to bring Klieyen to answer for his crimes. Uncovering the existance of a fleet of ships he was building for unknown reasons came to them too late. An army had already formed in his name, despite his captivity. Once again hurling themselves into their search for understanding, Emiliana and Kaven changed their 'game plan' often infiltrating Klieyen's points of operation, causing shipments of supplies and weapons to go missing. Things have grown dangerous for the pair as they go deeper into Klieyen's operation, Emiliana already having been captured once by the head of the mad man's guard and escaping only by a miracle of force manipulation. As the small annoyance that was the Crimson Guard quickly becomes a true threat to the galaxy, the two can only forge ahead in their quest to bring down his operation, once again putting the galaxy at its peace. But what is to happen should they succeed? What will become of them then?

 

 

"But I'll never forgive myself if we don't go all the way tonight..." 

                           

 

 

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A note from the roleplayer:

 

Thanks for reading! This character was built for the Star Wars group while it was still gathering here. I am willing to play her in any era though she was meant for post original trilogy. I prefer adventure and intrigue in roleplay rather than romance and would rather stay away from it entirely, if possible.

 

This character is a Pilot original! Just look for the long fingers! : )

 

I would also like to state that none of the artwork here is my own and will remove it upon request of the artist is proof is provided.