Character Isobel Serraris

[Isobel Serraris]

ISOBEL SERRARIS

"Without death, there is no chance for renewal--no chance for the world to bloom anew. . ."

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NAME	Isobel Arabelle Iria Serraris
ALIAS	TBD
AGE	18
SPECIES	Human (Alderaanian/Nabooan)
GENDER	Female
HEIGHT	5'4" (163cm)
WEIGHT	115 lbs (53kg)
ALLEGIANCE	The High Republic
FORCE-SENSITIVE	Yes
THEMESONG	...

Physical description Personality +/- Inventory Relationships The Force

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  P H Y S I C A L ‎ ‎ D E S C R I P T I O N​
  
  The defining traits of House Serraris are their soft brown curls, calm brown eyes, and a physique more delicate than that of other noble houses. Their strength does not lie in warfare, but rather in their steadfast ability to support others by whatever means necessary. Isobel perfectly embodies these values. Her brown curls fall over her shoulders like Naboo's waterfalls, and her warm eyes seem to glimmer when she smiles. Though her frame is slight (granting her agility rather than brute strength) it does not quite hold her back in her journeys as Jedi Padawan.
  
  She favors pastel garments adorned with floral patterns, a tribute to her lineage. The rose, a part of her house's heraldry, is a favoured aspect, a flower capable of representing both love and bloodshed through its beauty and thorns. (though Isobel herself has yet to grow such thorns.) And unlike many nobles, she avoids the grand and heavy gowns, preferring modest attire inspired by the people she meets on her travels.
  
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  P E R S O N A L I T Y ‎‎ A N D‎ ‎ B E L I E F S​
  
  To be updated once she has been written more...
  
  Much akin to the perception of House Serraris, Isobel does not fear death, viewing it only as a return to the nature. To her, life is but a cycle of sacrifice and renewal, with each ending being just as important as each new beginning. This view of life allows her to remain calm even when death may be near. Furthermore, she is always trying to find beauty where others may only see sorrow. Hence why she feels most uneasy when surrounded by negativity or hopelessness, as these feelings are the opposite to what she believes in.
  
  A truly caring person, she pays attention when others look away, convinced that even the quietest voice deserves recognition. Many see this tendency as unnecessary, but for Isobel, it is the necessary tool amid the wars. For when people endlessly plunge a realm into chaos with war, there needs to be the glimmer of hope to help them through it.
  
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  S T R E N G T H S ‎‎ ‎&‎‎ ‎‎ W E A K N E S S E S​
  
  
  • A Serraris, a noble of Naboo, Isobel has partially been brought up with the beliefs of her family. And the insights that death is not the end and not every road to power has to be one through force. This leads to her having a generally calm view of life, and being content with even the smallest of victories. Her optimism even amid the gloom is simply extraordinary.
  • Physique, while the family Serraris is not graced with the utmost strength, their agility and nimbleness does provide herself the advantage in some scenarios. She is much swifter when it comes to climbing or moving around in general.
  • Jedi Padawan, while most may view her inexperience as a flaw, it may also provide a new and fresh perspective to matters otherwise treated in a conventional matter. Isobel can get creative with her insights and when asked or accepted she is willing to share it with her mentor or other Jedi. Though it is of course a flaw and can link itself to recklessness.
  • Reckless, although it does not come from a bad place, Isobel can be reckless in what she prioritises. This could mean that her caring nature, especially towards those unable to protect themselves (civilians etc.) may lead to a sacrifice of her own safety or that of her Jedi or Republic peers.
  • Idealistic, the galaxy contains many souls, many flowers, and not all can be saved or helped. That truth is something that does not quite feel right to her. She is a Jedi, is she not meant to save everyone? And though she has yet to face such a dilemma, it is one that does occasionally dwell in her mind.
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  I N V E N T O R Y​
  
  
  • Nothing yet. . .
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  R E L A T I O N S H I P S ​
  
  

  Who are they?	Relationship type?	Dead or alive?
  Theron Reinhardt Serraris	Father	Alive
  Iria Eleanora Serraris-Teral	Mother	Alive
  Sebastian Theron Serraris	Oldest Brother	Alive
  Darien Reinhardt Serraris	Older Brother	Alive

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  T H E ‎‎ ‎F O R C E​
  
  Due to her family, Isobel taught herself to view the Force as a garden within her mind and body. The more she was in tune with the Light, the more the flowers would bloom and the more flowers may appear... Though darkness brought rot and decay, causing her garden to falter and be overshadowed by dark. When that happens, she would feel hollow and drained, akin to the summer flowers unable to survive a storm. Her knowledge of the techniques is rudimentary and so far limited to basic techniques such as:
  
  • Force sense
  • Art of movement
  • Thought shield
  • Mind trick
  • Telekinesis
  • Premonitions/Force Visions
  
  Due to only being a Padawan, she is not quite proficient in any forms yet, but does favour:
  
  • Shii-Cho (Form I)
  • Niman (Form VI)

H I S T O R Y​

Isobel Arabelle Iria Serraris, or better known as just Isobel, was born to an Alderaanian mother and a Nabooan father, the third child of the family--After two older brothers. Her life was meant to be one of thorough tutelage to follow up in her family's footsteps in both the arts of floristry and certain memorial traditions. Though life eventually took another turn... But in her childhood Isobel was doted on by especially her mother, who found it rather challenging to raise two sons (both with the iclination to rather fight one another than listen to their teachers). The pair would often tend to the memorial gardens and her mother would tell countless tales about Alderaanian and Nabooan folklore.

But when she was not uncovering the histories, she was sneaking out with her oldest brother Sebastian to the streets of Theed. Trying to make games around who would get to a specific place faster, and whether they could successfully haggle with the salesmen at the market. While her brother oft tended to deception and playing rank, Isobel merely told the truth about the game and how she would later return with credits (she always did find a way). These challenges continued for months and months on end, while their father slowly got a hold of what they were up to when they should have been praying... He was displeased to say the least. After that point, she mostly lost the interaction with her brother.

Life grew stable the older she got, as she began attending a school in Theed for a study based on art and biology. And though it interested her barely, she endured it to make her mother proud. Though one could only take so much until they break, so somewhere amid the second term, that day came. One quiet afternoon, a robed figure appeared among the memorial gardens of House Serraris, someone Isobel had never seen before. His steps were slow and deliberate, and though the sun caught on his pale robes, there was something shadowed about him. His clothing didn't look Nabooan, and the air around him seemed to hum faintly, as if it carried its own strange weight. It unsettled her, yet curiosity always won over fear. So she left her work among the blossoms, brushed the dirt from her hands, and went to meet him.

He was older, human or near-human, with grey hair and a thinning beard. His eyes were kind, but looked tired, as if they had seen too much. He said he was a Jedi Master, drawn here to the presence of another force-sensitive he had seen in his meditation. That someone, apparently, was her. At first, Isobel couldn't believe it. Her? A Serraris? Her family had only ever spoken of Jedi in the family as an obscurity, a matter so uncommon it was irrelevant to mention. Yet there was something in his tone that made her believe his word. Despite some reluctance, she brought him to her father, who listened in silence as the Jedi spoke of her potential and necessary training.

Days passed, then weeks, and the Jedi Master returned. Her father remained wary, but eventually conceded to the offer to train her. Then they begun with training, meditation and endless teachings on ethics--while remaining on Nabooan soil. He was patient and sharp-minded, guiding her to listen, to sense, to move in tune with life around her. Under his tutelage, Isobel grew more adept in the Force. But over the years, the calm that once defined him began to fade. He became restless, his teachings harsher and impatient. He spoke often of power and how the Jedi misunderstood its nature. There were moments when his presence felt heavy, as if his own teachings recoiled from him.

And then one morning, he was gone. (Alongside her training saber...) No message, no trace, only silence where his presence had once been. The gardens felt hollow without him, and though she tried to reach out through the Force, there was nothing that could answer. Despite the vague fate of her master, she was now too far into her trainings to let up, and reached out to the Order of Shiraya (the Jedi Order) to continue her training. Yet somehow, she still wondered where her Master might have gone...

RP tracker The story so far

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  R P ‎‎ T R A C K E R​
  Spoiler: CHAPTER ONE: FLOWERS DURING SPRING

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  T H E ‎‎ ‎S T O R Y ‎‎ ‎S O ‎‎ ‎F A R​
  
  
  Spoiler: CHAPTER ONE: FLOWERS DURING SPRING

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