Valerie Re'Daull
Val'Rain Sekairo in Disguise
CORUSCANT: Upper Levels
During certain points in people's lives, change is necessary. The level of change varies. Sometimes it's just a change in diet, work, or those who one associates themselves with. But other times they do a one-eighty, becoming an entirely different person. Most times it's a good thing. In other situations... well, let's just say that many a monsters have been created from rushed change. My hope is to do the opposite of that. After all, the woman I was, Val'Rain Sekairo, was getting dangerously close to becoming what I feared. I had started to turn into a complete copy of Ven... our similarities were starting to reach past a mere matching DNA. That was something I could not allow to happen. The change had not been an easy thing, and I would be lying if I said it was finished. Getting used to everything was just as difficult as the change itself...
I had to dye my hair, grow it out, cover up old scars, buy a new wardrobe, and start wearing contacts. Those, of course, were the easy things. Becoming a partial pacifist over-night was impossible. Leaving my current job was also not an option. OP was my source of income, and until I found a new job, I had to stay there. Which was one of the reasons I was here, on the Capitol of the Republic. Something told me that going to the Jedi was both a great and horrible idea. At the same time. Ven had once walked the halls of the Temple, not as a padawan, but as a friend of many Knights and Masters. Hell, she ran into battles with them by her side. Part of me wonders how many of her old comrades are still alive. If any of them are, they might see a bit of Ven in me still. I was her clone, after all. No amount of makeup, clothes, and attitude readjustments will change that.
As I walked around (not far from the Temple's entrance) I studied those who passed by. It occured to me that each one had their own unique story. No two people were the same (even clones). Somehow it felt... odd. Possibly because I realized that we are all so small compared to the vastness of everything. Some say that an understanding of the force helps weaken that feeling. Just another reason to consider joining the order.
During certain points in people's lives, change is necessary. The level of change varies. Sometimes it's just a change in diet, work, or those who one associates themselves with. But other times they do a one-eighty, becoming an entirely different person. Most times it's a good thing. In other situations... well, let's just say that many a monsters have been created from rushed change. My hope is to do the opposite of that. After all, the woman I was, Val'Rain Sekairo, was getting dangerously close to becoming what I feared. I had started to turn into a complete copy of Ven... our similarities were starting to reach past a mere matching DNA. That was something I could not allow to happen. The change had not been an easy thing, and I would be lying if I said it was finished. Getting used to everything was just as difficult as the change itself...
I had to dye my hair, grow it out, cover up old scars, buy a new wardrobe, and start wearing contacts. Those, of course, were the easy things. Becoming a partial pacifist over-night was impossible. Leaving my current job was also not an option. OP was my source of income, and until I found a new job, I had to stay there. Which was one of the reasons I was here, on the Capitol of the Republic. Something told me that going to the Jedi was both a great and horrible idea. At the same time. Ven had once walked the halls of the Temple, not as a padawan, but as a friend of many Knights and Masters. Hell, she ran into battles with them by her side. Part of me wonders how many of her old comrades are still alive. If any of them are, they might see a bit of Ven in me still. I was her clone, after all. No amount of makeup, clothes, and attitude readjustments will change that.
As I walked around (not far from the Temple's entrance) I studied those who passed by. It occured to me that each one had their own unique story. No two people were the same (even clones). Somehow it felt... odd. Possibly because I realized that we are all so small compared to the vastness of everything. Some say that an understanding of the force helps weaken that feeling. Just another reason to consider joining the order.