Jaster Awaud
Elder of Clan Awaud
-- Whispers.....
-- Dreams.....
-- The last few months had been enlightening towards him finding himself. The signals he found, the memories coming back through visions and dreams. However, it was this voice he was hearing that told him to go to Alderaan and with the help of some random luck and kind generosity he found his way here. The wind brushed by his ear and in the complete trust of this entity he followed the signs. It was not like a forceful push, or a gentle guidance, it was a boat following a lazy river. He just gently drifted allowing the signs to flow through him. Without giving even the hint of resistance, he allowed himself to be a tool for the winds. This so called Force that the women had told him about.
-- As he opened his eyes he was looking at a hidden Temple of some sorts. It was deep within a forested area of this planet and in all honesty he did not know where he was. It did not bother him as even though he did not know, the Guide knew and he trust its path laid before him.
-- There was a strong calming wind that came from the area around him. It was not a physical wind, but what he called the Force. It did not attack his senses, but instead was attracted to his presence. He allowed it to enter every part of his body and exit through his finger, toes, and the top of his head. This Force he was told about was not meant to be bottled up, it was meant to flow, change, and morph into things it wished to. The Winds were beings of their own mind, but their will was weak and allowed them to be changed by others.
-- He took off his dark robe and showed his form. The hidden man was actually a complicated from of near converted cyborg. The left side of his face from the bridge of his nose to the back of his skull was converted into robotic parts. His heart, chest, and left side of his body were robotic. One Foot was robotic, the left however was organic as Jaster planted them in the ground and centered the flowing winds that was using his body as a channel to redirect their flow. He allowed the massive congregation of Force Energy around him and began practicing many forms of Martial Arts, with each punch or blow he released a small amount of flowing energy. The voice told him this was a form of Moving Meditation, allowing him to connect to these winds and help him regain his memories. He focused his mind and allowed the flow of the Force, his moves, and his thoughts. His body was on auto pilot, whenever he fought it was like someone else was in control. Maybe allowing it to flow the memories would come back more naturally.
-- The Cyborg began his movements with the completion of a series of Martial Arts in the art of Bakuuni Hand. He switched it to the Echani Art, his movements more fluid and less reliant on the force. With the movements of his offensive attacks in the previous style he switch to a more defensive stance and acted as though he was being forced back in a series of movements related to the Forbelean Defense Style. He concentrated balls of the Force within his hands and release quick momentary burst of released air to deflect most attacks. While he continued to prevent the invisible foe from striking him he make quick movements that looked within the school of K'tara, and K'thri. These quick strikes did not interrupt the flow of his Force Energy and instead allowed them to flow through him burst around him and return to be released again. Towards the end, a new form of martial arts appeared as with each attack a burst of Force Energy was released and then absorbed again like an endless flow of energy in a constant balancing act of offense, defense and momentum of energy. There was no hate or anger, yet not emotionless, within each blow of his fist the energy released an air of commitment and strong will. The force flowed through him but he continued to build the congregation of the Force around him as it was attracted to him as if he was a magnet.
-- At the end of his last blow in the winds, he focused his energy and allowed the Force to use him as their tool. A tool that was meant for something more. That tool opened his eyes and around him was a growing field of flowers, they were not there before though.
[member="Alexandra Feanor"]
-- Dreams.....
-- The last few months had been enlightening towards him finding himself. The signals he found, the memories coming back through visions and dreams. However, it was this voice he was hearing that told him to go to Alderaan and with the help of some random luck and kind generosity he found his way here. The wind brushed by his ear and in the complete trust of this entity he followed the signs. It was not like a forceful push, or a gentle guidance, it was a boat following a lazy river. He just gently drifted allowing the signs to flow through him. Without giving even the hint of resistance, he allowed himself to be a tool for the winds. This so called Force that the women had told him about.
-- There was a strong calming wind that came from the area around him. It was not a physical wind, but what he called the Force. It did not attack his senses, but instead was attracted to his presence. He allowed it to enter every part of his body and exit through his finger, toes, and the top of his head. This Force he was told about was not meant to be bottled up, it was meant to flow, change, and morph into things it wished to. The Winds were beings of their own mind, but their will was weak and allowed them to be changed by others.
-- He took off his dark robe and showed his form. The hidden man was actually a complicated from of near converted cyborg. The left side of his face from the bridge of his nose to the back of his skull was converted into robotic parts. His heart, chest, and left side of his body were robotic. One Foot was robotic, the left however was organic as Jaster planted them in the ground and centered the flowing winds that was using his body as a channel to redirect their flow. He allowed the massive congregation of Force Energy around him and began practicing many forms of Martial Arts, with each punch or blow he released a small amount of flowing energy. The voice told him this was a form of Moving Meditation, allowing him to connect to these winds and help him regain his memories. He focused his mind and allowed the flow of the Force, his moves, and his thoughts. His body was on auto pilot, whenever he fought it was like someone else was in control. Maybe allowing it to flow the memories would come back more naturally.
-- The Cyborg began his movements with the completion of a series of Martial Arts in the art of Bakuuni Hand. He switched it to the Echani Art, his movements more fluid and less reliant on the force. With the movements of his offensive attacks in the previous style he switch to a more defensive stance and acted as though he was being forced back in a series of movements related to the Forbelean Defense Style. He concentrated balls of the Force within his hands and release quick momentary burst of released air to deflect most attacks. While he continued to prevent the invisible foe from striking him he make quick movements that looked within the school of K'tara, and K'thri. These quick strikes did not interrupt the flow of his Force Energy and instead allowed them to flow through him burst around him and return to be released again. Towards the end, a new form of martial arts appeared as with each attack a burst of Force Energy was released and then absorbed again like an endless flow of energy in a constant balancing act of offense, defense and momentum of energy. There was no hate or anger, yet not emotionless, within each blow of his fist the energy released an air of commitment and strong will. The force flowed through him but he continued to build the congregation of the Force around him as it was attracted to him as if he was a magnet.
-- At the end of his last blow in the winds, he focused his energy and allowed the Force to use him as their tool. A tool that was meant for something more. That tool opened his eyes and around him was a growing field of flowers, they were not there before though.
[member="Alexandra Feanor"]
