Kat Decoria
Lost Soul
Location: Coruscant
Outfit: Casual
Equipment: Lightsaber Pike
Tags: Briana Sal-Soren | Hollis Orenn | Open
It had been a while since she had taught anyone, last person she had taught had been Iris Arani back at a hospital she was working at. Force Healing was a skill that for some was a basic power to prevent serious harm or death while in combat, for others, for Kat, it was a profession. A skill honed as sharp as any sword. Kat was able to more with healing than she could with most other Force powers and it was only through hard dedication and years spent perfecting her craft. It was also the only thing that made her feel like a Jedi at times, and she did not dress as one. The oversized jumper was someone else's but their scent was long gone from the clothing and she wore her sunglasses to hide the bags under her eyes from the lack of sleep lately. The night scene at Coruscant had been too tempting and she couldn't help but enjoy her time out.
Wandering the temple, her heels clicked on the hard floor as she slurped on the caf. The brew strong enough to help her stay awake and focused on the task at hand. Teaching a class on Force Heal was simple and she could do it in her sleep if she needed to. If anyone decided they wanted to judge her for her decisions, then that was on them. They did not know Kat and she was not going to make excuses or give a sob story on why she was addicted to partying, drinking and could not, did not, want to sleep. Wandering into the training room, she looked around, these temple's always seemed lacking. There was something the Echani wanted, something that was familiar to the training rooms on Eshan, something that would remind her of home. It didn't help that Kat always thought that Echani had the best training mindset, that natural urge to perfect a skill. Whether it was combat or something else.
Placing her Lightsaber to one side, the hilt design looked more like an Echani quarterstaff halved. It was only when she ignited the saber that most would recognise it was a Lightsaber. Though it had been a long time since she had ignited the Lightsaber. She was rarely in fights or anything that was above a tavern brawl. Sitting on the hard floor, Kat waited for anyone who might have heard about the class starting. She was curious to see who would arrive to today's class and if anyone was interested in helping her conduct the class since that might lessen the headache that she was predicted she would suffer with during the class. Sipping more of her caf, desperate to avoid a truly awful hangover.
Will teach her to go out the night before doing a class at the temple.
Outfit: Casual
Equipment: Lightsaber Pike
Tags: Briana Sal-Soren | Hollis Orenn | Open
It had been a while since she had taught anyone, last person she had taught had been Iris Arani back at a hospital she was working at. Force Healing was a skill that for some was a basic power to prevent serious harm or death while in combat, for others, for Kat, it was a profession. A skill honed as sharp as any sword. Kat was able to more with healing than she could with most other Force powers and it was only through hard dedication and years spent perfecting her craft. It was also the only thing that made her feel like a Jedi at times, and she did not dress as one. The oversized jumper was someone else's but their scent was long gone from the clothing and she wore her sunglasses to hide the bags under her eyes from the lack of sleep lately. The night scene at Coruscant had been too tempting and she couldn't help but enjoy her time out.
Wandering the temple, her heels clicked on the hard floor as she slurped on the caf. The brew strong enough to help her stay awake and focused on the task at hand. Teaching a class on Force Heal was simple and she could do it in her sleep if she needed to. If anyone decided they wanted to judge her for her decisions, then that was on them. They did not know Kat and she was not going to make excuses or give a sob story on why she was addicted to partying, drinking and could not, did not, want to sleep. Wandering into the training room, she looked around, these temple's always seemed lacking. There was something the Echani wanted, something that was familiar to the training rooms on Eshan, something that would remind her of home. It didn't help that Kat always thought that Echani had the best training mindset, that natural urge to perfect a skill. Whether it was combat or something else.
Placing her Lightsaber to one side, the hilt design looked more like an Echani quarterstaff halved. It was only when she ignited the saber that most would recognise it was a Lightsaber. Though it had been a long time since she had ignited the Lightsaber. She was rarely in fights or anything that was above a tavern brawl. Sitting on the hard floor, Kat waited for anyone who might have heard about the class starting. She was curious to see who would arrive to today's class and if anyone was interested in helping her conduct the class since that might lessen the headache that she was predicted she would suffer with during the class. Sipping more of her caf, desperate to avoid a truly awful hangover.
Will teach her to go out the night before doing a class at the temple.