Marcello actually hadn't been of a mind to take another apprentice. He personally felt that a Master could really only give one student at a time the type of...attention they mostly deserved and needed. However, [member="Ryan Korr"] was well on his way to being ready for the Trials even though he'd been instructing the young man for a brief period of time. Marcello supposed that it helped greatly that he had found Ryan mostly already trained and much more mentally aware of life than so many Padawans amongst the Jedi Order.
Officially, Initiates competed in the Jedi Apprentice Tournament to gain the attention of a Jedi Knight or Master to take them on as an apprentice. Those failing to acquire a master were, eventually, reassigned to the Jedi Service Corps. However, the Order hardly worked as it once did in the past. This was both a positive and a negative reality. With the recent attacks by the Sith, the number of active, healthy Jedi to take on apprentices had dwindled. So...Marcello was doing his part to keep the training of younger Jedi from stagnating.
Entering the room where a number of master-less Initiates had been directed to wait, the large Jedi Master's glacier-blue gaze quickly surveyed the room in the, apparently compromised, facility on Ossus. Marcello had yet to even return to the heart of the Republic to investigate the status of the Jedi Order...nor had he reached out to anyone. It wasn't because he was avoiding anyone...he was merely doing what was necessary, what he was meant to do. Personal pleasures...though the desire for such tugged at his personality with immense strength...would have to wait. "Initiates, who among you is [member="Carlo Dellen"]?"
Dressed in a simple long-sleeved black shirt and khaki pants, Marcello looked much more like a rogue spacer than a Jedi Master. Were it not for the lightsaber dangling from his waist or his efforts in recent endeavors, no doubt he'd be a complete enigma. Perhaps he still was. Just the way Marcello liked it. The limelight suited him ill.