Amari Vessia
Jensaarai Defender
(Open to all and just round three of ‘You Walk into a Bar and Realize It is a Church’ and 'You Walk into a Church and Realize it is a Bar' threads)
There had been a few run-ins with characters that she did not want to. Those experiences of people thinking they know her base of teachings had left a sour taste in her mouth. The past with Jensaarai had bright times but there were dark ones that came more towards the end before she left the order. Her core beliefs that were shaped by Jensaarai teachings were still there. She could not escape her mind from pulling those memories up. Yet again to combat her hyperthymesia, she picked a large city she never been to since it was a new experience. Just this time, she picked a bar to burn brain cells and looked for herself at the bottom the bottle. One thing that was sort of humorous was some trying to sing at the front of the bar.
Donning her ewok cloak over an oversize black tee, the cloak met her baggy, large barrel pants which covered up her boots. The pants had back pockets that allowed her to slip her ax into with enough of the handle to grab. Of course her saber was close by; it was in the arm of the ewok that hung in front of her. Out of moment insanity, she had a lovely cloak from ewoks she killed. That memory and moment was driving point when the ancestor of her relived that the darkness she felt was in every member of her family since the blood line started. There was no way of removing it Amari was told. So out bursts like with the ewoks would happen again for her.
Back to happier times, Amari was away from Susevfi, drama of the galaxy, and everything that was old to her. The new city, new faces, and new… everything was the setting she needed to bounce back from it all. The bar was a getting pack with people who were watching and singing songs on stage. With a big smile and happy tune being sung from stage, Amari drank her drink slowly while watching the crowds.
There had been a few run-ins with characters that she did not want to. Those experiences of people thinking they know her base of teachings had left a sour taste in her mouth. The past with Jensaarai had bright times but there were dark ones that came more towards the end before she left the order. Her core beliefs that were shaped by Jensaarai teachings were still there. She could not escape her mind from pulling those memories up. Yet again to combat her hyperthymesia, she picked a large city she never been to since it was a new experience. Just this time, she picked a bar to burn brain cells and looked for herself at the bottom the bottle. One thing that was sort of humorous was some trying to sing at the front of the bar.
Donning her ewok cloak over an oversize black tee, the cloak met her baggy, large barrel pants which covered up her boots. The pants had back pockets that allowed her to slip her ax into with enough of the handle to grab. Of course her saber was close by; it was in the arm of the ewok that hung in front of her. Out of moment insanity, she had a lovely cloak from ewoks she killed. That memory and moment was driving point when the ancestor of her relived that the darkness she felt was in every member of her family since the blood line started. There was no way of removing it Amari was told. So out bursts like with the ewoks would happen again for her.
Back to happier times, Amari was away from Susevfi, drama of the galaxy, and everything that was old to her. The new city, new faces, and new… everything was the setting she needed to bounce back from it all. The bar was a getting pack with people who were watching and singing songs on stage. With a big smile and happy tune being sung from stage, Amari drank her drink slowly while watching the crowds.