Handsome blindfolded hyper-religious whackjob
Location: New Jedi Order Temple
It was good to be back. Even after the reconstruction, the temple still felt the same. Despite the new coat of paint on some of the walls, the foundations still remembered what had transpired here. Centuries of training, focus, discipline and harmony echoed through the restored halls. Able to be clearly felt by those with the patience to listen. For those devoted enough to draw strength from the ages past.
The Temple was an oasis of tranquillity in an otherwise chaotic galaxy. A place devoted to learning, peace and veneration of the Force. Where those who could feel the Universal Energy Field could train their gift and reach their full potential.
"I appreciate your aid in this Padawan." He said, crouching down as he began to strech out his legs in preparation for the day's lesson. Noting the presence of Ariana Du Couteau . One of the few Force Sensitives that he was aware of that made the conscious decision to use nothing more than her own hands and feet to fight as opposed to the more traditional weapon of a Jedi.
The Lightsaber was a mighty tool, versatile in both offence and defence, but like all material objects, it was but a trapping. A tool that can be taken away or lost. Especially in the heat of battle. Most Jedi were trained in the basics of hand to hand combat. How to subdue their foes while causing minimal damage. But aside from the occasional refresher course, not many would specialise in martial arts.
Hell, even he was guilty of this. There was a time in the past where he used to rely on his hands and feet to fight. When his first saber was destroyed in an attempt to teach him to have a greater reliance on the Force to aid him over something as seemingly impractical as a deadly blade of plasma.
This lesson was just as much for himself as it would be for his students.
"Are you mostly self taught? Or do you have a teacher now?" He asked, moving his weight from one leg to the other as he awaited the first wave of students. Jedi of all stripes who might find an interest in either brushing up on their skills, or learning something new. All were welcome.
It was good to be back. Even after the reconstruction, the temple still felt the same. Despite the new coat of paint on some of the walls, the foundations still remembered what had transpired here. Centuries of training, focus, discipline and harmony echoed through the restored halls. Able to be clearly felt by those with the patience to listen. For those devoted enough to draw strength from the ages past.
The Temple was an oasis of tranquillity in an otherwise chaotic galaxy. A place devoted to learning, peace and veneration of the Force. Where those who could feel the Universal Energy Field could train their gift and reach their full potential.
"I appreciate your aid in this Padawan." He said, crouching down as he began to strech out his legs in preparation for the day's lesson. Noting the presence of Ariana Du Couteau . One of the few Force Sensitives that he was aware of that made the conscious decision to use nothing more than her own hands and feet to fight as opposed to the more traditional weapon of a Jedi.
The Lightsaber was a mighty tool, versatile in both offence and defence, but like all material objects, it was but a trapping. A tool that can be taken away or lost. Especially in the heat of battle. Most Jedi were trained in the basics of hand to hand combat. How to subdue their foes while causing minimal damage. But aside from the occasional refresher course, not many would specialise in martial arts.
Hell, even he was guilty of this. There was a time in the past where he used to rely on his hands and feet to fight. When his first saber was destroyed in an attempt to teach him to have a greater reliance on the Force to aid him over something as seemingly impractical as a deadly blade of plasma.
This lesson was just as much for himself as it would be for his students.
"Are you mostly self taught? Or do you have a teacher now?" He asked, moving his weight from one leg to the other as he awaited the first wave of students. Jedi of all stripes who might find an interest in either brushing up on their skills, or learning something new. All were welcome.