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RELATIONSHIPS
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
Anneliese Kaohal moves like someone who has walked through fire and emerged sharpened by it. Standing at an even height, lithe yet deceptively strong, she carries herself with a quiet, commanding presence—never arrogant, but fully aware. Her frame is a study in controlled strength: tightly honed muscle runs beneath her skin like cords of coiled cortosis, ready to spring, yet tempered by years of survival, leadership, and the rites of Alpha ascension. Every inch of her is built for endurance, speed, and precision—a warrior's body shaped by instinct, purpose, and the demands of her people.
Her skin is sun-kissed and bronzed, freckled and rough like rawhide from hard work, yet retains a goddess-like radiance. Faint scars trace her arms, ribs, and back, remnants of duels, campaigns, and battles survived. Along her left thigh and up her side, tribal tattoos coil in intricate patterns, hugging her ribs and half-wrapping onto her back—a living testament to her lineage, her people, and the rites that made her Alpha.
Dominating her back is the bleeding crescent moon brand, a stark, crimson mark of bloodline iniquity bestowed by the Nameless. It is a sign of what has been endured and what is yet to come, a reminder of the shadow that traces her path even as she walks in the light.
Her hair is a wild cascade of fiery red waves, catching the light like molten fire, untamed and free, often tied back in moments of work or combat. It frames a face that is striking not through conventional beauty, but through the quiet authority it commands.
Her eyes are vibrant verdant emerald, vivid and penetrating. They hold the weight of battles survived, people protected, and nights spent in silent prayer or reflection. Sharp, attentive, and perceptive, they can glint with the feral edge of a predator when the situation demands, hinting at the Alpha instinct that runs through her blood. When she smiles, her pearly canines catch the light—a subtle, primal acknowledgment of the fire within.
Her movements are deliberate, attuned to both the land she protects and the instincts of a leader. There is a rhythm to her presence, a sense that she listens not only to her people but to the earth beneath her feet and the wind through the grass, as though the Force itself moves through her in harmony with nature.
Clothing is practical and symbolic: training gear is close-fitting, breathable, and worn, suited for motion and endurance; ceremonial or leadership attire balances authority and mobility, marked subtly by heritage symbols that signal her role as Alpha. Her yellow-bladed lightsaber rests at her side, not for display, but as an extension of her being—an emblem of purpose and precision.
Anneliese Kaohal radiates presence without demanding it. Her words, when spoken, carry gravity; her silence, strength. She is a living bridge between Ashla's Light and the wildness of her bloodline—a warrior, a protector, a leader forged in fire, tempered by love and duty, and bound to the land and the lineage she carries.
PERSONALITY AND BELIEFS
Anneliese Kaohal is the embodiment of tempered strength and quiet sovereignty. Where once she was the steady flame within the Order's walls, she has become something deeper—earth and ember, storm and soil. Her grace is no longer merely disciplined; it is alive, drawn from the rhythm of the land and the living Force that hums beneath it.
Years of battle and loss forged her into resilience, but her time as Alpha refined her into wisdom. She carries herself with a calm that feels both ancient and immediate, as though she walks in step with the heartbeat of every ancestor who came before her. The rites of ascension gave her more than title—they awakened memory. In her, the songs of her people live again: the chants of the clans, the counsel of the elders, the quiet voices of the Alphas who ruled before her. Their knowledge moves through her like wind through grass, guiding her decisions with patience and instinct.
Anneliese has learned that strength is not found in unyielding conviction, but in balance. She is measured and contemplative, yet when she speaks, her words land with the certainty of one who knows both battlefields and prayer. She listens deeply—to people, to silence, to the pulse of the Force itself—and when she acts, it is never from impulse, but from clarity. Her leadership is marked by empathy and command in equal measure. She rules not by dominance, but by presence.
Her faith in Ashla remains the center of her being, but it has matured from creed into communion. She no longer sees Ashla solely as light opposing darkness, but as the harmony that binds all living things. To her, Ashla is the dawn rising over Qiilura's plains, the wind whispering through the long grass, the pulse of life in the smallest creature. The Force is not only to be served—it is to be walked with.
As Alpha, Anneliese has learned to honor instinct as sacred—where once she repressed the primal stirrings within her, she now recognizes them as Ashla's voice in another tongue. Her calm remains unshakable, but beneath it runs that quiet ferocity: the protective will of a huntress who will not see her people fall to the hunger of empires.
Though her bearing is regal, there is no vanity in it. Her humility is not softness but strength; her mercy not weakness, but choice. She carries her authority the way she carries her scars—with dignity, not denial.
In private moments, the warmth remains—the dry humor, the teasing glint that only those closest to her ever see. But even her mirth carries wisdom now. She has grown into a woman who no longer seeks to fit the mold of a perfect Jedi, but to embody the living truth of one.
Anneliese Kaohal no longer follows doctrine; she walks with it beside her.
She is the light of Ashla woven into mortal flesh—faith bound to instinct, discipline bound to love, serenity bound to fire.
The Alpha. The Heart of Fire. The living bridge between the Force and the wild.
INVENTORY
STRENGTHS
1. The Heart of Fire (Ashyra's Birthright)
Her will burns with unbreakable ferocity. Pain only fuels her; fear only clarifies her. She moves with the calm of someone who has died before and returned sharper. When she fights, it's not for dominance—it's survival sanctified. Her people feel it, the way the air trembles around her, the way silence bends when she speaks.
2. The Rite of Ascension — Wisdom of the Elders
The spirits of her line dwell within her now—whispering through instinct, guiding through dream. She carries ancestral sight: the gift to perceive intent before words, and to sense the spiritual current beneath violence or deceit. When she commands, she speaks with the weight of generations.
3. The Nameless Brand — Power Through Corruption
The bleeding crescent moon upon her back is both curse and conduit. It hungers for her, but she learned to harness its shadow—drawing on it when strength alone would falter. For fleeting moments, she becomes something neither Jedi nor beast: a living conduit of luminous fury and abyssal grace.
4. Alpha's Command
Every word she gives carries gravity. Her pack, her generals, even her enemies feel the pull to obey. She doesn't bark orders—she binds them to her with conviction. Her presence alone can rally hearts or still a riot.
5. The Warrior's Precision
Years of battle honed her body into an instrument of disciplined brutality. She reads combat like scripture—her strikes flow with artful inevitability, her defense born from instinct and study alike. She is not merely strong; she is inevitable.
WEAKNESSES
1. The Nameless Hunger
It calls to her in quiet moments, whispering promises of ease, dominance, and release. Each time she draws from it, it takes something small—clarity, memory, restraint. She must fight not just her enemies, but the growing shadow within. The longer she bears it, the more it learns her shape—waiting, patient, hungry for the moment she hesitates.
2. The Weight of the Alpha
Leadership isolates. Every life under her command presses on her conscience. She bears her pack's pain in silence, her smile a mask to keep them brave. When she breaks, she does it where no one can see. The higher she rises, the lonelier the air becomes—and though she would never admit it, she sometimes misses the simplicity of being just one of them.
3. Severed from the Temple, Torn from the Light
Her power has evolved beyond the Jedi's narrow lens, but she has lost the anchor of tradition and structure. She stands between codes—too wild for one, too disciplined for the other—constantly forging her own moral law through fire and instinct. She is her own creed now, but even self-made gods can bleed.
4. The Blood of Fire is Slow to Cool
Her wrath, once roused, is volcanic. Even her discipline can't always cage it. When those she loves are threatened, she becomes something primal—terrifying, untouchable, and blind to consequence until the storm passes. She calls it passion; others see it for what it is: the divine rage of one who cannot bear loss again.
5. The Silent Price of Ascension
The rite that crowned her Alpha burned away more than weakness. It carved out her softness, left her haunted by what she had to kill in herself to rise. Love, trust, even peace—these things reach for her but rarely find a place to rest. Her strength is her solitude, and her solitude is her wound.
6. The Inevitable Fracture
There are nights she feels the split—between what she was and what she has become. The Jedi's calm still whispers beneath the wolf's heart, and when they clash, her mind becomes a battlefield of its own. She fears that one day, the balance will fail—that the fire that makes her whole will finally consume her.
7. The Echo of the Dead
The voices of the fallen are never silent. They come in dreams, in the pause between heartbeats, in the silence after victory. Every life taken in her name haunts her—not as guilt, but as a reminder of what power costs. They are her choir and her curse, singing her name through blood and ash until she joins them.
FORCE POWERS
Animal Friendship
Alter Environment
Plant Surge
Electric Judgement
Battle Meditation
Force Repulse / Wave / Pull
Psychometry / Precognition
Breath Control
Force Healing
Natural Abilities: ( Gurlanin Form )
Enhanced Speed
Intimidate
Telepathy
Sensor Evasion
*** Please note, abilities marked "natural affinity" simply means my character has an easier time begin able to excel in that particular form or particular power.
~Unique Trait : 'Land' Pact - Anneliese has a bond with the environment like many other highborn natives and descendants of Qiilura. Extremely in tune to nature and her surroundings, Anneliese has the natural ability of taming and befriending otherwise dangerous and wild animals. Furthermore, Anneliese has a natural talent at sensing the latent energy within nature and her surroundings - giving her an almost unnatural talent for being able to use Alter Environment.
LIGHTSABRE FORMS
Form II – Makashi (The Way of the Ysalamiri)
Her blade dances like a serpent in sunlight — elegance masking lethality. She learned Makashi not for vanity, but to perfect clarity. Each strike is a statement, each defense a question, every duel a dialogue between wills.
"Precision is its own kind of mercy."
Form III – Soresu (The Way of the Mynock)
The wall against chaos. Her movements are small, efficient, and deliberate — patience honed into art. When others flail, she endures. When others burn, she waits. Soresu is her shield, the form that turned survival into serenity.
"Endure long enough, and the storm breaks itself."
Form IV – Ataru (The Way of the Hawk-Bat)
A flash of fury and grace. When she moves, she moves like flame — blinding, fluid, untouchable. Her Ataru is less acrobatics and more momentum; the world itself seems to hurl her forward, carried by wind and light.
"Fire does not ask permission to rise."
Form V – Shien / Djem So (The Way of the Krayt Dragon)
This is her roar. The culmination of all her strength — offense forged from defense, retaliation refined into rhythm. Here, she meets power with purpose, turns violence into verdict. In this form, she is what legends remember — the storm that stands.
"To strike her is to be struck by consequence."
HISTORY
The Last Hope of the Kaohal Clan
Anneliese Kaohal is the last living ember of a dying name—a Jedi born beneath a curse and raised beneath the canopy of stars. The Kaohal Clan had long since been shattered by the Nameless One, an unseen terror that devoured generations until only she remained. Yet from those ashes, she rose—quiet, steadfast, and unbreakable. Her life became the story of a single flame that refused to go out, even when all light around it dimmed.
Born of Ash and Sky
She was found as a child on the steps of the Silver Rest on Kashyyyk—red-haired, bright-eyed, and alone. The Jedi took her in, calling her Anneliese. Her laughter filled the temple halls; her connection to the Force shimmered with rare warmth. Yet she was different—Gurlanin by blood, and marked by secrets that even the Masters could not name.
Her gifts made her formidable, but her nature set her apart. She learned to blend discipline with quiet rebellion, compassion with fierce independence. When she came of age, a Jedi Master took her under his care, seeing the tempered strength behind her soft-spoken demeanor. For the first time, she felt chosen—not as a foundling, but as a Padawan.
The Battle of Tython
That fragile peace was short-lived. War tore through the stars, pulling her into battle before she was ready. On Tython, amid fire and ruin, she faced her first true test—and her first death. A Sith acolyte fell beneath her blade, and though her life was spared, something within her fractured. The victory left her hollow, the silence afterward colder than any wound.
She returned to the temple changed—less a child, more a survivor. The Council, sensing both her pain and her promise, sent her to the New Jedi Order, where a new beginning waited.
The New Jedi Order
At the NJO, Anneliese began again. There she met Grandmaster Valery Noble, who saw not her shame, but her strength. Valery became her mentor, teaching her that healing was not weakness and that light could endure even when cracked.
In the crystal caves, Anneliese faced the ghosts that haunted her—the cries of the fallen, the echo of the Sith she had slain, and the nameless dread that trailed her bloodline. When she emerged, her kyber crystal shone a brilliant yellow: a color of hope reborn.
Among her peers, she found belonging for the first time. One of them, a fellow Padawan named Roman, saw her not as a curiosity, but as a person. Their friendship deepened into a courtship that brought light back into her heart. Together they trained, laughed, and dreamed of a life beyond the war.
When he brought her to his homeworld, she thought it a promise of peace—but the world met her with suspicion. His parents disapproved; their love, too wild and too earnest, seemed fragile under such scrutiny. Yet she loved him fiercely still.
Return to Qiilura
Seeking her roots, she took Roman to Qiilura, her ancestral world. The fields and forests of her blood called to her, whispering of things long buried. It was there that she unknowingly awakened the Nameless One—the ancient curse bound to her clan. That night, she dreamt of a bleeding moon, and awoke with its mark carved into her back.
She hid it from Valery, afraid of what it might mean—afraid of losing what little peace she had found. The brand burned, but she endured it in silence.
The War Rekindled
When the war reignited on Tython, Anneliese and Roman were sent to fight once more. The battles were brutal, and though they survived, neither returned the same. Duty hardened him. Discipline consumed her. The bond that once steadied them began to unravel until love turned to silence. Their parting was not dramatic, just devastating—a slow breaking apart of two people who had seen too much.
Exile and the Alpha's Rise
Afterward, Anneliese left the Order and the Galactic Alliance. Her heart had grown quiet, her purpose restless. She returned to Qiilura—alone, determined to uncover the truth of her bloodline and the shadow that had stalked her since birth.
What she found there changed her forever.
Through the Rites of Ascension, she fasted, meditated, and drank from the Wellspring beneath the Eldar Tree. The trials stripped her bare, revealing what the Force had always meant for her to be: not merely a Jedi, but a light reborn through flame.
She united the warring tribes of her world, earning the sacred name Ashyra—Heart of Fire. Her leadership was neither gentle nor cruel; it was sacred balance, the kind that commands peace without asking for it.
And when the tribes stood as one, she wed Isola beneath the moon, sealing not just a union, but a destiny fulfilled.
NOTABLE QUOTES
Anneliese Kaohal-Delaine
| Homeworld | Qiilura |
| Species | Gurlanin |
| Gender | Female |
| Hair Color | Unruly Curls of Orange & Red, Copper |
| Eye Color | Crystal Clear Jade Green |
| Height | 5’4” |
| Weight | 130 LBS |
| Age | 28 STY |
| Titles Held | Jedi Knight |
| Faction | The Hidden Path / High Republic |
| Force Sensitive | Yes ~Light Side |
| Notable Markings | Bloodline Tattoo -- Mark of the Namless One / Tribal Markings up her Left Thigh to her Ribcage |
RELATIONSHIPS
- Master
Valery Noble
~ Absolutely befuddled that Valery Noble would pick her to become Padawan, Anneliese is beyond grateful for the opportunity to study under such a renowned and experienced Jedi Master. Valery embodies, in Anneliese's eyes what it means to be Jedi, and she strives everyday to make her Master proud, and constantly thanks her for the adventure that they've begun together.
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Roman Vossari
-- Secretly admired from afar for sometime, the two have begun a journey together, one of becoming known to each other as time begins to pass. Roman is a tether for Annie at times, helping to ground the wildfire of a person she is, and slowing her down -- making her process things. Complimenting each other as opposites, the two are often found in close proximity to one another whenever they are able -- attracted to each other like magnets. Like most romances however, not all endure… as youth grows time, duty and direction tend to change views and test. When they ended things, it wasn’t soft, it was a hatchet buried in both, hearts torn and broken.
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Caelan Valoren
- A young prince, a young boy that Anneliese came across by sheer happenstance and helped get to safety. From the first moment she helped him, a part of her heart was dedicated to him. Like the little brother she never had, Annie is fiercely protective of him. Always helping to push him on for success, or cheering him on when he's down -- Anneliese loves the title, Big Sis.
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Isola Kaohal-Delaine
- a wildcard that came from left field. Stumbling upon her after she allowed herself to grieve from her break up from Roman, things hit hard and heavy. Things didn’t start conventionally with this love story but as time grew and separation endured the flame only grew brighter. Now after sharing their vows the two have taken the ultimate leap and begun a life together till death do them part.
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
Anneliese Kaohal moves like someone who has walked through fire and emerged sharpened by it. Standing at an even height, lithe yet deceptively strong, she carries herself with a quiet, commanding presence—never arrogant, but fully aware. Her frame is a study in controlled strength: tightly honed muscle runs beneath her skin like cords of coiled cortosis, ready to spring, yet tempered by years of survival, leadership, and the rites of Alpha ascension. Every inch of her is built for endurance, speed, and precision—a warrior's body shaped by instinct, purpose, and the demands of her people.
Her skin is sun-kissed and bronzed, freckled and rough like rawhide from hard work, yet retains a goddess-like radiance. Faint scars trace her arms, ribs, and back, remnants of duels, campaigns, and battles survived. Along her left thigh and up her side, tribal tattoos coil in intricate patterns, hugging her ribs and half-wrapping onto her back—a living testament to her lineage, her people, and the rites that made her Alpha.
Dominating her back is the bleeding crescent moon brand, a stark, crimson mark of bloodline iniquity bestowed by the Nameless. It is a sign of what has been endured and what is yet to come, a reminder of the shadow that traces her path even as she walks in the light.
Her hair is a wild cascade of fiery red waves, catching the light like molten fire, untamed and free, often tied back in moments of work or combat. It frames a face that is striking not through conventional beauty, but through the quiet authority it commands.
Her eyes are vibrant verdant emerald, vivid and penetrating. They hold the weight of battles survived, people protected, and nights spent in silent prayer or reflection. Sharp, attentive, and perceptive, they can glint with the feral edge of a predator when the situation demands, hinting at the Alpha instinct that runs through her blood. When she smiles, her pearly canines catch the light—a subtle, primal acknowledgment of the fire within.
Her movements are deliberate, attuned to both the land she protects and the instincts of a leader. There is a rhythm to her presence, a sense that she listens not only to her people but to the earth beneath her feet and the wind through the grass, as though the Force itself moves through her in harmony with nature.
Clothing is practical and symbolic: training gear is close-fitting, breathable, and worn, suited for motion and endurance; ceremonial or leadership attire balances authority and mobility, marked subtly by heritage symbols that signal her role as Alpha. Her yellow-bladed lightsaber rests at her side, not for display, but as an extension of her being—an emblem of purpose and precision.
Anneliese Kaohal radiates presence without demanding it. Her words, when spoken, carry gravity; her silence, strength. She is a living bridge between Ashla's Light and the wildness of her bloodline—a warrior, a protector, a leader forged in fire, tempered by love and duty, and bound to the land and the lineage she carries.
PERSONALITY AND BELIEFS
Anneliese Kaohal is the embodiment of tempered strength and quiet sovereignty. Where once she was the steady flame within the Order's walls, she has become something deeper—earth and ember, storm and soil. Her grace is no longer merely disciplined; it is alive, drawn from the rhythm of the land and the living Force that hums beneath it.
Years of battle and loss forged her into resilience, but her time as Alpha refined her into wisdom. She carries herself with a calm that feels both ancient and immediate, as though she walks in step with the heartbeat of every ancestor who came before her. The rites of ascension gave her more than title—they awakened memory. In her, the songs of her people live again: the chants of the clans, the counsel of the elders, the quiet voices of the Alphas who ruled before her. Their knowledge moves through her like wind through grass, guiding her decisions with patience and instinct.
Anneliese has learned that strength is not found in unyielding conviction, but in balance. She is measured and contemplative, yet when she speaks, her words land with the certainty of one who knows both battlefields and prayer. She listens deeply—to people, to silence, to the pulse of the Force itself—and when she acts, it is never from impulse, but from clarity. Her leadership is marked by empathy and command in equal measure. She rules not by dominance, but by presence.
Her faith in Ashla remains the center of her being, but it has matured from creed into communion. She no longer sees Ashla solely as light opposing darkness, but as the harmony that binds all living things. To her, Ashla is the dawn rising over Qiilura's plains, the wind whispering through the long grass, the pulse of life in the smallest creature. The Force is not only to be served—it is to be walked with.
As Alpha, Anneliese has learned to honor instinct as sacred—where once she repressed the primal stirrings within her, she now recognizes them as Ashla's voice in another tongue. Her calm remains unshakable, but beneath it runs that quiet ferocity: the protective will of a huntress who will not see her people fall to the hunger of empires.
Though her bearing is regal, there is no vanity in it. Her humility is not softness but strength; her mercy not weakness, but choice. She carries her authority the way she carries her scars—with dignity, not denial.
In private moments, the warmth remains—the dry humor, the teasing glint that only those closest to her ever see. But even her mirth carries wisdom now. She has grown into a woman who no longer seeks to fit the mold of a perfect Jedi, but to embody the living truth of one.
Anneliese Kaohal no longer follows doctrine; she walks with it beside her.
She is the light of Ashla woven into mortal flesh—faith bound to instinct, discipline bound to love, serenity bound to fire.
The Alpha. The Heart of Fire. The living bridge between the Force and the wild.
INVENTORY
- Starship -- "The Quasar"
- Equipped with an AI -- NEBULA - Navigation and Exploration Battle Unit for Light-speed Assault
STRENGTHS
1. The Heart of Fire (Ashyra's Birthright)
Her will burns with unbreakable ferocity. Pain only fuels her; fear only clarifies her. She moves with the calm of someone who has died before and returned sharper. When she fights, it's not for dominance—it's survival sanctified. Her people feel it, the way the air trembles around her, the way silence bends when she speaks.
2. The Rite of Ascension — Wisdom of the Elders
The spirits of her line dwell within her now—whispering through instinct, guiding through dream. She carries ancestral sight: the gift to perceive intent before words, and to sense the spiritual current beneath violence or deceit. When she commands, she speaks with the weight of generations.
3. The Nameless Brand — Power Through Corruption
The bleeding crescent moon upon her back is both curse and conduit. It hungers for her, but she learned to harness its shadow—drawing on it when strength alone would falter. For fleeting moments, she becomes something neither Jedi nor beast: a living conduit of luminous fury and abyssal grace.
4. Alpha's Command
Every word she gives carries gravity. Her pack, her generals, even her enemies feel the pull to obey. She doesn't bark orders—she binds them to her with conviction. Her presence alone can rally hearts or still a riot.
5. The Warrior's Precision
Years of battle honed her body into an instrument of disciplined brutality. She reads combat like scripture—her strikes flow with artful inevitability, her defense born from instinct and study alike. She is not merely strong; she is inevitable.
WEAKNESSES
1. The Nameless Hunger
It calls to her in quiet moments, whispering promises of ease, dominance, and release. Each time she draws from it, it takes something small—clarity, memory, restraint. She must fight not just her enemies, but the growing shadow within. The longer she bears it, the more it learns her shape—waiting, patient, hungry for the moment she hesitates.
2. The Weight of the Alpha
Leadership isolates. Every life under her command presses on her conscience. She bears her pack's pain in silence, her smile a mask to keep them brave. When she breaks, she does it where no one can see. The higher she rises, the lonelier the air becomes—and though she would never admit it, she sometimes misses the simplicity of being just one of them.
3. Severed from the Temple, Torn from the Light
Her power has evolved beyond the Jedi's narrow lens, but she has lost the anchor of tradition and structure. She stands between codes—too wild for one, too disciplined for the other—constantly forging her own moral law through fire and instinct. She is her own creed now, but even self-made gods can bleed.
4. The Blood of Fire is Slow to Cool
Her wrath, once roused, is volcanic. Even her discipline can't always cage it. When those she loves are threatened, she becomes something primal—terrifying, untouchable, and blind to consequence until the storm passes. She calls it passion; others see it for what it is: the divine rage of one who cannot bear loss again.
5. The Silent Price of Ascension
The rite that crowned her Alpha burned away more than weakness. It carved out her softness, left her haunted by what she had to kill in herself to rise. Love, trust, even peace—these things reach for her but rarely find a place to rest. Her strength is her solitude, and her solitude is her wound.
6. The Inevitable Fracture
There are nights she feels the split—between what she was and what she has become. The Jedi's calm still whispers beneath the wolf's heart, and when they clash, her mind becomes a battlefield of its own. She fears that one day, the balance will fail—that the fire that makes her whole will finally consume her.
7. The Echo of the Dead
The voices of the fallen are never silent. They come in dreams, in the pause between heartbeats, in the silence after victory. Every life taken in her name haunts her—not as guilt, but as a reminder of what power costs. They are her choir and her curse, singing her name through blood and ash until she joins them.
FORCE POWERS
Animal Friendship
Alter Environment
Plant Surge
Electric Judgement
Battle Meditation
Force Repulse / Wave / Pull
Psychometry / Precognition
Breath Control
Force Healing
Natural Abilities: ( Gurlanin Form )
Enhanced Speed
Intimidate
Telepathy
Sensor Evasion
| Novice | Adept |
| Master | Natural Affinity |
*** Please note, abilities marked "natural affinity" simply means my character has an easier time begin able to excel in that particular form or particular power.
~Unique Trait : 'Land' Pact - Anneliese has a bond with the environment like many other highborn natives and descendants of Qiilura. Extremely in tune to nature and her surroundings, Anneliese has the natural ability of taming and befriending otherwise dangerous and wild animals. Furthermore, Anneliese has a natural talent at sensing the latent energy within nature and her surroundings - giving her an almost unnatural talent for being able to use Alter Environment.
LIGHTSABRE FORMS
Form II – Makashi (The Way of the Ysalamiri)
Her blade dances like a serpent in sunlight — elegance masking lethality. She learned Makashi not for vanity, but to perfect clarity. Each strike is a statement, each defense a question, every duel a dialogue between wills.
"Precision is its own kind of mercy."
Form III – Soresu (The Way of the Mynock)
The wall against chaos. Her movements are small, efficient, and deliberate — patience honed into art. When others flail, she endures. When others burn, she waits. Soresu is her shield, the form that turned survival into serenity.
"Endure long enough, and the storm breaks itself."
Form IV – Ataru (The Way of the Hawk-Bat)
A flash of fury and grace. When she moves, she moves like flame — blinding, fluid, untouchable. Her Ataru is less acrobatics and more momentum; the world itself seems to hurl her forward, carried by wind and light.
"Fire does not ask permission to rise."
Form V – Shien / Djem So (The Way of the Krayt Dragon)
This is her roar. The culmination of all her strength — offense forged from defense, retaliation refined into rhythm. Here, she meets power with purpose, turns violence into verdict. In this form, she is what legends remember — the storm that stands.
"To strike her is to be struck by consequence."
HISTORY
The Last Hope of the Kaohal Clan
Anneliese Kaohal is the last living ember of a dying name—a Jedi born beneath a curse and raised beneath the canopy of stars. The Kaohal Clan had long since been shattered by the Nameless One, an unseen terror that devoured generations until only she remained. Yet from those ashes, she rose—quiet, steadfast, and unbreakable. Her life became the story of a single flame that refused to go out, even when all light around it dimmed.
Born of Ash and Sky
She was found as a child on the steps of the Silver Rest on Kashyyyk—red-haired, bright-eyed, and alone. The Jedi took her in, calling her Anneliese. Her laughter filled the temple halls; her connection to the Force shimmered with rare warmth. Yet she was different—Gurlanin by blood, and marked by secrets that even the Masters could not name.
Her gifts made her formidable, but her nature set her apart. She learned to blend discipline with quiet rebellion, compassion with fierce independence. When she came of age, a Jedi Master took her under his care, seeing the tempered strength behind her soft-spoken demeanor. For the first time, she felt chosen—not as a foundling, but as a Padawan.
The Battle of Tython
That fragile peace was short-lived. War tore through the stars, pulling her into battle before she was ready. On Tython, amid fire and ruin, she faced her first true test—and her first death. A Sith acolyte fell beneath her blade, and though her life was spared, something within her fractured. The victory left her hollow, the silence afterward colder than any wound.
She returned to the temple changed—less a child, more a survivor. The Council, sensing both her pain and her promise, sent her to the New Jedi Order, where a new beginning waited.
The New Jedi Order
At the NJO, Anneliese began again. There she met Grandmaster Valery Noble, who saw not her shame, but her strength. Valery became her mentor, teaching her that healing was not weakness and that light could endure even when cracked.
In the crystal caves, Anneliese faced the ghosts that haunted her—the cries of the fallen, the echo of the Sith she had slain, and the nameless dread that trailed her bloodline. When she emerged, her kyber crystal shone a brilliant yellow: a color of hope reborn.
Among her peers, she found belonging for the first time. One of them, a fellow Padawan named Roman, saw her not as a curiosity, but as a person. Their friendship deepened into a courtship that brought light back into her heart. Together they trained, laughed, and dreamed of a life beyond the war.
When he brought her to his homeworld, she thought it a promise of peace—but the world met her with suspicion. His parents disapproved; their love, too wild and too earnest, seemed fragile under such scrutiny. Yet she loved him fiercely still.
Return to Qiilura
Seeking her roots, she took Roman to Qiilura, her ancestral world. The fields and forests of her blood called to her, whispering of things long buried. It was there that she unknowingly awakened the Nameless One—the ancient curse bound to her clan. That night, she dreamt of a bleeding moon, and awoke with its mark carved into her back.
She hid it from Valery, afraid of what it might mean—afraid of losing what little peace she had found. The brand burned, but she endured it in silence.
The War Rekindled
When the war reignited on Tython, Anneliese and Roman were sent to fight once more. The battles were brutal, and though they survived, neither returned the same. Duty hardened him. Discipline consumed her. The bond that once steadied them began to unravel until love turned to silence. Their parting was not dramatic, just devastating—a slow breaking apart of two people who had seen too much.
Exile and the Alpha's Rise
Afterward, Anneliese left the Order and the Galactic Alliance. Her heart had grown quiet, her purpose restless. She returned to Qiilura—alone, determined to uncover the truth of her bloodline and the shadow that had stalked her since birth.
What she found there changed her forever.
Through the Rites of Ascension, she fasted, meditated, and drank from the Wellspring beneath the Eldar Tree. The trials stripped her bare, revealing what the Force had always meant for her to be: not merely a Jedi, but a light reborn through flame.
She united the warring tribes of her world, earning the sacred name Ashyra—Heart of Fire. Her leadership was neither gentle nor cruel; it was sacred balance, the kind that commands peace without asking for it.
And when the tribes stood as one, she wed Isola beneath the moon, sealing not just a union, but a destiny fulfilled.
NOTABLE QUOTES
"On the night of the Red Moon, when the sky bleeds crimson and shadows dance in the twilight, the Nameless One shall rise. From the depths of forgotten realms, he will emerge, cloaked in mystery and bound by fate. The stars will tremble, and the earth will whisper secrets long buried. In this hour of dread, a lone figure shall she stand, a flickering light against the consuming darkness. With a heart scarred by the fires of despair with a soul unyielding, she will confront the Nameless One. Bound by blood, her destiny intertwined with the darkest of fates, she will face the ultimate trial. The clash of destinies will reverberate through the void, and the outcome will carve the fate of all worlds."
Seek the answer in the shadows cast,
Where light and dark entwine at last.
A name forgotten, a fate concealed,
In blood and fire, truth revealed.
Should she falter, darkness shall reign,
The Nameless One's power unchained.
Worlds will crumble, hope will fade,
In eternal night, all will be laid.
~ The Koahal Lineage Prophecy
Seek the answer in the shadows cast,
Where light and dark entwine at last.
A name forgotten, a fate concealed,
In blood and fire, truth revealed.
Should she falter, darkness shall reign,
The Nameless One's power unchained.
Worlds will crumble, hope will fade,
In eternal night, all will be laid.
~ The Koahal Lineage Prophecy
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