Character
Damian paced around the gym, sweat beating off his brow. Most Jedi only worked on their saber techniques when practicing, but he was doing something entirely different. Amidst the myriad of weights and mats stood a bag, filled with water and sand and lined with thick padded leather. Damian's fist struck the bag once, twice, and a third time. He took careful measure of his fake opponent and made sure to hit with his top two knuckles as to not damage his hands. When he was aboard his grandfather's ship he had used a canvas bag and without gloves the canvas would scratch and cause bleeds in the hands after a hundred or so strikes. The leather was much easier on his hands.
[member="Kana Truden"] had brought him to the temple and so far he wasn’t fitting in. It wasn’t that he was sociable. He knew what people wanted to hear and would oft talk at them in such a manner. Rather it was a nervous energy he felt around the myriad of people. Damian was used to living alone.
The Jedi he’d met so far seemed… prudish. He doubted Kana would approve of his gym clothes a simple tight shirt wicking moisture away from his flesh and a pair of shorts. Kana would probably roll her eyes at. It wasn’t that they were short, or too tight, but they were form fitting. There was advantages to working out this way. It was a fact. Well Kana could be upset all she wanted.
Looking around the room he walked over to his comm unit as it buzzed and picked it up. “Starchaser here,” he said. There was no response. He looked irritated at the deviced and checked it. Text message. He groaned a little as he read the message. It was from the medical droid reminding him of his check up the next day. “Damned automated messages,” he said going back to the bags and striking at them with his fist.
[member="Kana Truden"] had brought him to the temple and so far he wasn’t fitting in. It wasn’t that he was sociable. He knew what people wanted to hear and would oft talk at them in such a manner. Rather it was a nervous energy he felt around the myriad of people. Damian was used to living alone.
The Jedi he’d met so far seemed… prudish. He doubted Kana would approve of his gym clothes a simple tight shirt wicking moisture away from his flesh and a pair of shorts. Kana would probably roll her eyes at. It wasn’t that they were short, or too tight, but they were form fitting. There was advantages to working out this way. It was a fact. Well Kana could be upset all she wanted.
Looking around the room he walked over to his comm unit as it buzzed and picked it up. “Starchaser here,” he said. There was no response. He looked irritated at the deviced and checked it. Text message. He groaned a little as he read the message. It was from the medical droid reminding him of his check up the next day. “Damned automated messages,” he said going back to the bags and striking at them with his fist.
