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Post by Mir-Atash Delphi on Sept 29, 2016 17:33:20 GMT -8
He was dressed in all black, as was now his custom. He wasn't always like this. In fact, if Synar remembered the last time he saw Mir, this look was the total opposite. Mir was a different man back then. Whites, light grays, some browns were his choice of color. Not that Mir was anyone of notice before, just another master evaluating padawans. Black robes cascaded over dark gray plasteel and durasteel armor. When he fist chose the scheme, it bothered him how much it looked like Darth Vader's armor, without the mechanical bits of course. He grew used to it, it fit his mood. No frills, no joy, just duty. The ensemble was completed with black boots with soft soles. Despite his age, he could still move almost silently with him. This was normally an outfit he wore the last night of a mission. This was the one for dispensing justice. As he prepared for his trek to find his new target he felt it. The beacon. So he wants to be found... It is never a good idea to find someone that wants to found... At least not in the ways they are expecting. He sits on the roof of his safe house, and opens himself up to the Force. Meditating, focusing on the brash young men. Finding them, he focuses deeper, letting them feel the weight of his presence.
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Post by Mir-Atash Delphi on Sept 26, 2016 19:08:36 GMT -8
After taking the time to gather his thoughts, the old man decided it was time to figure out what the kid was doing here, and to put a stop to his recklessness. He cloaked his presence in the Force the let it guide him to his target.
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Post by Mir-Atash Delphi on Sept 24, 2016 18:00:05 GMT -8
that is a member list. not a description
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Post by Mir-Atash Delphi on Sept 24, 2016 14:29:42 GMT -8
The old Twi'lik had been at this game for a long time. He had lived and had thrived by learning. It was early on that he learned to always be protected, a little after that he learned that it was better when others didn't know you were protected. This was what had saved him. The durasteel armor he wore under his clothes countered the compression of the man landing on him. The impact was enough to stun and disorient the old crime lord, still. When he stirred he took a quick survey of the area. He big men were dead, and the new attacker was with the fighter from the arena. This day has gotten worse. He flips a button on his comlink, a distress call goes out to his men. Some were close by with heavy weapons. Others at the hanger got into gunships to head this way. This was his all-hands call. Jedi were not people you took lightly. The small army converged on this point, armed for a fight. The crime boss then succumbed to the concussion and passed out.
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Post by Mir-Atash Delphi on Sept 23, 2016 21:59:40 GMT -8
What was the group?
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Post by Mir-Atash Delphi on Sept 20, 2016 21:18:36 GMT -8
From his perch at the top of the stairwell just out of the tunnel overlooking the exchange, the old man felt a tremor in the Force. Something bad was about to happen. The stun bolt he had expected, that wasn't the tremor he felt. Its source was behind him. A man, a new player leaped down into the scuffle. Mir watched as he landed on the crime boss' shoulders, and igniting the shimmering white blade. Through the Force, the Jedi could feel the anger fueling the motions. Things had changed, he needed to fall back and rethink his next move. This interloper had ruined everything, saving it would not be simple. Yards away and stories up, Master Delphi turns and vanishes into the shadows the tunnel offered. He had scouted the colosseum and was sure that he disappear and get back to his safe house unnoticed. He reached out with the Force and marked both the combatant and the interloper, so he could find them again. After that, he closed down his presence in the Force and vanished into the panicked crowds. He would deal with this new arrival, but he needed to understand the situation more. He made his way to a small studio apartment 10 miles away, set the security measures and traps, and once again opened himself up to the Force. He used the what the local police had given him to get into the footage of the arena. He found himself, the fighter was easy to spot, the Twi'lik also, but it took him a few times to find the new player. In an instant, he drew the connection to the face. Synar... this has gotten very interesting indeed. He updated a report to send to the Jedi Base on Felucia. Then set about thinking why this child from the past had suddenly shown up, and why he now wielded a white saber and was so fueled by anger. He hadn't seen the man since he was barely 10, promising lightsaber student. Mir had passed him up as an apprentice, but he knew someone else would take raw talent with a blade.
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Post by Mir-Atash Delphi on Sept 18, 2016 19:21:11 GMT -8
The blue stun bolt catches its target dead center. That would put the kid out for a while. Mir was too far away to stop the bolt even if had wanted too. He wasn't even sure he would have if he was close enough. Mir was stuck in an odd place. He was interested in confirming what he felt earlier, but he lacked enough evidence of the Twi'lek's crimes to make an arrest. He had too much to show the crime boss that a Jedi was on his trail. The commotion was enough that no one really noticed these events but the crime boss couldn't play his luck. Get him into your car and take him to the dump site. Give his head a punt when you are out of the eyeshot of witnesses. I don't know if he is a Jedi, a wannabe, or just lucky. That can was too convenient. If he did it, the concussion will keep him from doing something like that again. If he didn't, it might make him more pliable. If he is willing to take a dive next round, we are good. If not end him. But dop not let any of it be able to come back to me. His sharpened teeth letting air escape as he talked, adding a snakelike venom to his words. Using the Force to augment his hearing, the old Jedi heard everything. He only had to follow these two and didn't have to reveal himself to the boss. His focus on the task at hand meant he was unaware that he too was being watched.
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Post by Mir-Atash Delphi on Sept 15, 2016 12:10:02 GMT -8
that could work something like that. As a person still newer to the site than most people, with a newer character it is hard to write him to be old and experienced. I like the idea of putting him in backstories. I am not sure if he would trust you teach. But I am all for writing stuff in. I have had so many characters whose story lines have stalled out/ have dried up altogether. I want to get everyone and all characters active again.
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Post by Mir-Atash Delphi on Sept 14, 2016 21:51:29 GMT -8
I am not sure if Mir would want to turn and let a kid take over something like that, especially one not committed to the jedi order. I the writer would love a way for it to work. But i am just not sure how it works with the character
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Post by Mir-Atash Delphi on Sept 14, 2016 15:28:53 GMT -8
Two massive guards closed around the sides of Oramis. The first, a Thakwaash, was large even by his species massive standards. The second a wookie with tattoos on his face. Massive and strong hands gripped at the young man. An older twillik man, not nearly as old as Mir, wearing black came into view. He spoke with venom and authority. Bring him with us, we will deal with him away from the crowds.
Mir watches this take place, too far to be able to do anything. Standook was one of the vilest beings the old Jedi had ever been tasked to investigate. What made him one fo the most frustrating was that he was smart. Even this, he could and would claim that he was trying to help the victor to safety. Mir gathered his robes around him and mentally began to prepare himself for the fight that was about to come to a headway.
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Post by Mir-Atash Delphi on Sept 12, 2016 22:42:02 GMT -8
What was your grandfather's name?
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Post by Mir-Atash Delphi on Sept 12, 2016 22:41:27 GMT -8
Very interesting... The old man felt many things coming off the youth. The first was the most obvious, raw power from the Force. The kid was powerful, untrained but powerful. He knew to trust his instincts too, that's the only way he would have been able to stop the attack from the whip. The next thing he felt was the sense of entitlement the boy had, it radiated off him like heat from a rock on a Tatooine night. If the old man closed his eyes he could see it in the Force.Well that could be a problem. The third thing he felt was the thing he least expected. He felt a familiarity to the youth. Not that he actually knew him, he dismissed that thought. The last time he was on this planet that boys father hadn't yet been born much less the young man in front of him. But still, there was something about him. An idea, a feeling began to creep up in his old mind. No... He couldn't be. He was distracted from this train of thought by the emotions of his targets. They didn't seem to be big fans of Oramis. His winning clearly made them upset. Now that I know will end up being a problem.
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Post by Mir-Atash Delphi on Sept 11, 2016 13:27:18 GMT -8
It would fit within reason that Mir knew his grandfather
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Post by Mir-Atash Delphi on Sept 9, 2016 17:26:45 GMT -8
Posted for you there
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Post by Mir-Atash Delphi on Sept 9, 2016 17:22:44 GMT -8
"Can you be good at something when you really don't care?" That is the question Mir-Atash Delphi had been answering for years. He didn't care much anymore about anything, he had little to no hope left in the people of the galaxy. Despite this, when he was given a task by the Jedi he did it and had done it well. He had a sense of duty that trumped his cynicism. That had brought him to this world and to Oridin City. There was a huge slaver ring that operated in the Colonies and the bosses called Oridin City home. Most thought that something like this didn't and wouldn't happen in the "civilized" portions of the galaxy. That preconception was probably why the old cynic got this post; he had no problem seeing the depravity of everyone. He was at a place that proved his point of the depravity the planet had fallen too. A combat colosseum where people fought. Yes, there were rules and it wasn't really a killing game, but it was designed to substitute the desire for blood from the throngs watching. The men he was investigating from the slavers were here, no doubt had their hands involved in this blood sport. A young man stood on the fighting floor, and he caught the old man's eye. A gentle tug from the Force saying "this is one to watch" was all he needed. The old man had lived as long as he had by listening to those little tugs. He reached out his senses to the kid. Something that resembled a smile crossed his wrinkled face. Interesting...
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Post by Mir-Atash Delphi on Sept 9, 2016 15:15:04 GMT -8
Mir is very cynical, he has little to no faith in the galaxy. He has seen the worst the galaxy has to offer, and it has changed him. He works off a sense of duty.
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Post by Mir-Atash Delphi on Sept 8, 2016 20:35:36 GMT -8
Got you, do you have any Questions about Mir?
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Post by Mir-Atash Delphi on Sept 7, 2016 21:15:08 GMT -8
So it would seem the Fondor would be a good place to have Mir run across him. How old is Oramis?
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Post by Mir-Atash Delphi on Sept 6, 2016 16:38:08 GMT -8
Officially, he is at the Jedi Enclave on Falucia. But he can be anywhere. You don't have much back story. Where would you want to start as an apprentice?
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Post by Mir-Atash Delphi on Sept 6, 2016 13:27:32 GMT -8
I have a Jedi master that is really just looking to write. He could take an apprentice
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