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Ashara Evanaris

Ashara Evanaris

Member Since 04 Apr 2019
Offline Last Active May 22 2019 11:02 PM
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#1937497 Floating Peace

Posted by Ashara Evanaris on 24 April 2019 - 09:32 PM

Ahron Rol

Ashara roamed the roomed, intuned fully to her senses, she felt utterly uncomfortable about the whole situation she had put herself into. The exiled Twi'lek came looking for a higher purpose, she had persevered over the last year and now was intent on growing stronger in the force. Her senses led her to this very moment. Ashara cared little for human interaction and now was starting to believe it could be her downfall. Everyone in the room seemed to have some sort of bond with at least one other person here.

Granted she understood that most fought side by side each other. The ones she had knew, seemed to be a vague memory.


Still she kept her distance from major clusters of people, as she made her way to the garden. A beacon , a strong disturbance in the force beckoning her to follow. Trusting more than her instincts she felt the need to follow and pursue this disturbance. This is when she had found Ahron Rol with another.


She felt it stronger than before as she focused it its aura, sustained but not limited to the light saber, something was quite strange, as though the force was there, and at the same time was not, but the power was immense all the same. Unlike her former self she would have demanded Ahron Rol to show her  but this was not the time or place, plus she knew if she did she would have been over her head.She opted for another approach telepathy.


“I felt a great disturbance in the force within you. How is this possible?”


#1936618 Floating Peace

Posted by Ashara Evanaris on 22 April 2019 - 11:46 PM

The Confederacy! What were the odds Ashara would be at a gala celebrating its victory. Since she was once apart of the Jen'Ari a highly respected queen of Draika, a Governor of her own planet. Now in exile the Red sith Twi'lek had lost everything, her own apprentice was now masterless after Jen'Ari collapse.Ashara was now even more at war with herself.


Over the past few months she had been hiding herself in her studies, secluded learning what ever she could about the mysterious and mysticism of the force and it's dark arts. She was not open to the mere Idea of socializing with someone else's fears when she only saw her own defeats. Filled with anger and conflict over her loss something had driven her across the Galaxy to  this celebration.


Ashara once was a human women, but was always a Sith first and foremost, but once she was in the Jen'Ari empire she chose to undergo a procedure that would probably would have killed her. She was the product of an experiment through sith Alchemy that destroyed her human body and transformed her into what she is now. Still even now she can feel certain parts that are no longer there. She used to have a nervous twitch which she would run her fingers through her hair, and it's just a phantom feeling. One she had not yet grown used too.Still till this day she has no regrets over her decision.


While in the Jen'Ari CIS was off limits unless you wanted an instant war, and now she was smack dab in the middle of it. Ashara had yet to find her place in all of this, and her inner turmoil wasnt making it any easier. At least she had one person with her she could rely on.Joran who she had at first enslaved, and until recently gave him is freedom. She was shocked when he had sworn his unyielding loyalty to her. Joran never left her side,  she could feel he was secretly in love with her. It was only fitting he would accompany her.


The gala had already started when the both of them had entered the ball room, she was hoping she was not well known in the Galaxy and they could go unnoticed.Ashara had the feeling this was a mere false hope. Ashara had asked Joran to go and mingle for a bit, she wanted a drink at the bar and calm her nerves. Apparently she didn't have to wait long, a server had already stopped and served her one. Taking the drink of course. Pulling back the jet black hood of her robes revealing who she was walked across the ballroom floor. She could feel the intensity of certain individuals staring at her while she walked. The outcome of the evening has yet to be seen.

Darth Metus