Armand Temi
Orphan
The hot sun of Geonosis didn't bother Perla one bit. Born and raised in the Great Canyon Clan on Dathomir, an arid planet was her favorite kind of environment. On a stone bench in front of Prograte Temple, she stretched out and basked in the noontime glare, waiting for her new Master [member="Darth Metus"]. The Witch Acolyte wasn't sure if they would be training in the interior of the temple or in the catacombs but she was eager to get started on her quest for occultist knowledge and power.
Recently on Korriban she had successfully performed an incantation that summoned the dead. She knew the Dark side was strong in her veins and her mind but she actually hadn't expected the spell to succeed and wasn't sure she could even repeat it. The conditions in the ancient Korriban tomb had been just right, she thought.
Perla was especially new to being an acolyte and had no idea what to expect. Was her Master going to be strict? Would he be forgiving? She wondered all of this as she waited her cloak pulled down to expose her shoulders and let the sun rays warm her already bronzed skin.
Recently on Korriban she had successfully performed an incantation that summoned the dead. She knew the Dark side was strong in her veins and her mind but she actually hadn't expected the spell to succeed and wasn't sure she could even repeat it. The conditions in the ancient Korriban tomb had been just right, she thought.
Perla was especially new to being an acolyte and had no idea what to expect. Was her Master going to be strict? Would he be forgiving? She wondered all of this as she waited her cloak pulled down to expose her shoulders and let the sun rays warm her already bronzed skin.
