Abbey Ainsley
Weird mess of Jedi
Abbey stared out to one of the many Korriban moons. She wasn't ready. She wasn't even trusted enough to be ready. "Guess nobody really gets to be ready for anything, huh?" She asked herself silently as she parted her gaze from the moon and concentrated on the dark red ground in front of her, in front of a small homestead outside of a great training temple. There were noises, but nothing that concerned her. She was finally sure this is what she wanted. All that rage, that pain, the hatred and power she desired could be put for a good use.
The young redhead already knew of what Jedi could do, and what they were capable of. She used to be one, almost a Padawan. Her lightsaber swung at her hip, hidden in common grey clothes of the baggy sort. Her face was dirtied of travel and small, useless adventures that barely paid for the next ticket, and her attitude at a sorrowed and confused state. Her common form began toward the temple, in search of guidance or a mentor to assist her into the dark side of the Force.
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