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Anarielle Giala Mero
Eira Pechal, Jedi Praxeum, Meditation Wing.
Seated in a beige sleeveless tunic with loose-fitting trousers bloused over a pair of hardened leather boots is Anarielle Giala Mero who on more than one occasion had come to the Praxeum's aid using both her knowledge of architecture, engineering and combat to their benefit from an inward sense of duty and desire for a sense of redemption. There had been a fear and guilt festering in the recesses of her soul and the former Jedi Knight who had long left that life behind her now required the aid of a calm and practiced Master to draw it out and permit the force's light to fill the cavernous void so that in time those wounds to Anarielle's spirit inflicted during a war centuries old might finally heal. There was nothing more the Sephi woman desired to know than sleep in the absence of dreams and the culpability of inaction that haunts their every step. Today Anarielle is waiting for one particular Master Jedi though who reputedly practiced what had been described as 'The Old Ways' It did Anari's vanity no favors to know that her Order's methodology was now considered archaic although the Praxeum as a school maintained its' focus on education rather than dogma it seemed at-least for the present. Anarielle idly taps her boot against the carpet covered stone floor, with her deep azure orbs looking over it and studying the startling beautiful patterns with a level of curiosity wondering to where it's origin laid from behind the laser-cut sterling mask that sat atop cheekbones.
Folding arms across breast patiently Anarielle continued to wait for Master Sunstrider reclining the base of skull against the cool sandstone behind her shoulders pinning the innumerable gold strands that grew from skull against the wall. Pursing eyelids together with the flex and expansion of diaphragm drinks deeply of the pleasantly warm air lofting through the Praxeum before releasing it steadily. Thoughts turned to that unwitting 'Jerek' fellow who had earned Anarielle's approval although he was no doubt unaware of this fact as their meeting had occurred while Anarielle travelled and acted under the mysterious and fearless identity known publicly as "The Warden" Chatter and footsteps fill the background ambience, classes were no doubt being hosted by esteemed Knights and Masters who had flocked to the Praxeum in order to teach or be taught in adherence to the Code which to Anari's surprise and delight had survived in a form that was unchanged from the one they had known and lived by for so many years prior to her own departure from the Order. "Emotion, Yet Peace. Ignorance, Yet Knowledge. Passion, Yet Serenity." Anarielle quietly recites the code as she hears it echo off the stone walls down towards their ears which flatten against skull to focus on its source; it came from a nearby classroom filled with the eager minds' of Initiate children to whom this 'simplified' version was taught. A Number of young Jedi Initiate 'Refugees' had come into the Praxeum's halls following the collapse of an Interstellar Government called 'The Galactic Alliance'.
And although she is not a Jedi, Anarielle strives to walk the righteous path of the light and this desire was what found them here at the Praxeum again in the hopes this fire burning beneath their skin could be excised or at the very least temporarily quenched so that they could better serve the Force's will although they had to inwardly acknowledge that so long as she did not walk the path of the Jedi it would always be imperfect and met with some difficulty on her part. More than likely stemming from the conflicting desire to protect those beloved family members who still live back on Isobe or the Chairmanship which had been awarded to them, the latter of which Anari tactfully avoided with the help of a replica droid to this same family's blissful ignorance. The identity of the Warden would protect Anarielle's loved ones, and though the Praxeum seemed reluctant to directly confront injustice and cruelty Anari is not deterred by the darkness' strength but fears falling into that abyss like so many others who had gone before and been seduced by their own anger, fear or suffering. Feeling that yet roared in the Sephi's soul who not long ago in their own memory had been fighting a desperate war against a Government which no longer exists in a time mostly forgotten along with all the knowledge and wisdom with it, a thought enough to depress even the most stalwart even unto itself.
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