Seth Brackson
The Keeper
If someone was to peer into the mind of Seth. At this exact moment. One might mistake him for a simple minded fool. As his thoughts could be simplified to. ~Plants are pretty, animals are cool, and life is mesmerizing.~ Whether in that specific order or not, was overall irrelevant. Though if one was to judge Seth's intellectual capability off his current train of thought. They'd find themselves overwhelmed when the truth of the situation was revealed.
Seth was probably one of the most adaptive and quick witted members of the human species which existed. He had to be in the upper ranks to survive on his lonesome as a teenager. Though since becoming a padawan in the silver jedi order. Seth at the age of nineteen was learning to think beyond himself, and the need for survival. His favorite way to do this was to meditate.. As one could not begin to understand the wonders around them. Until they took the time to connect to them.
Seth therefore was currently found on the ground of a planet known as Akiva. Upon it's northern jungle regions. Dressed in a light grey, almost smoke grey colored hooded robe, with raven black trimmings. The hood up and covering his head, and in turn his facial features A pair of smoke grey pants, and black hiking boots upon his feet. Beside him rested a pair of hilts. One smaller than the other, with a slightly differing color scheme. Though both holding a primary black color, both slim, and both simple in design so not to draw much attention. In fact one would still actively have to be looking for such things, or hold oftly keen eyesight to pick them out.
Seth was busy reaching out with the force. An act another individual would sometimes consider dangeous. Though a practice Seth had done many times before, and would do many times after today. He was feeling the world and it's inhabitants, anything that took it's time to feel him back. Would be looking into a storm full of energy, even at a distance. Seth held a rare gift amoungst the force. Not one entirely unheard of... And one which still had much shaping to be done. Though powerful all the same.
Seth was following root systems through the trees, and various herbs. Feeling the vibrations of some of the winged insects, while observing the scuttling of other ground stationed insects. He occassionally turned into the fear of those which are being prayed upon, the anguish of those unfortunate enough to be caught. The thrill of the predator, the satisfaction of a meal well deserved. He felt the wind as it passed, the warmth and humidity of the ecosystems atmosphere.
In the distance signs of civilization both past and present lingered. Leaving a taint upon the otherwise primal environment. Though Seth did do a drive by of those entities as well. That was not where the force willed his conscious towards. No, he was seeking out a small island chain towards the south. Though as he crossed the waters, on his way studying the fish making about their daily lives. His attention was drawn back to himself. Someone was nearby, and while he didn't sense a threat arising from this entity he opened his eyes. Then turned in the direction of the approaching being. Patiently awaiting to see what turned out from this encounter.
[member="Amaryllis Tansea"]
Seth was probably one of the most adaptive and quick witted members of the human species which existed. He had to be in the upper ranks to survive on his lonesome as a teenager. Though since becoming a padawan in the silver jedi order. Seth at the age of nineteen was learning to think beyond himself, and the need for survival. His favorite way to do this was to meditate.. As one could not begin to understand the wonders around them. Until they took the time to connect to them.
Seth therefore was currently found on the ground of a planet known as Akiva. Upon it's northern jungle regions. Dressed in a light grey, almost smoke grey colored hooded robe, with raven black trimmings. The hood up and covering his head, and in turn his facial features A pair of smoke grey pants, and black hiking boots upon his feet. Beside him rested a pair of hilts. One smaller than the other, with a slightly differing color scheme. Though both holding a primary black color, both slim, and both simple in design so not to draw much attention. In fact one would still actively have to be looking for such things, or hold oftly keen eyesight to pick them out.
Seth was busy reaching out with the force. An act another individual would sometimes consider dangeous. Though a practice Seth had done many times before, and would do many times after today. He was feeling the world and it's inhabitants, anything that took it's time to feel him back. Would be looking into a storm full of energy, even at a distance. Seth held a rare gift amoungst the force. Not one entirely unheard of... And one which still had much shaping to be done. Though powerful all the same.
Seth was following root systems through the trees, and various herbs. Feeling the vibrations of some of the winged insects, while observing the scuttling of other ground stationed insects. He occassionally turned into the fear of those which are being prayed upon, the anguish of those unfortunate enough to be caught. The thrill of the predator, the satisfaction of a meal well deserved. He felt the wind as it passed, the warmth and humidity of the ecosystems atmosphere.
In the distance signs of civilization both past and present lingered. Leaving a taint upon the otherwise primal environment. Though Seth did do a drive by of those entities as well. That was not where the force willed his conscious towards. No, he was seeking out a small island chain towards the south. Though as he crossed the waters, on his way studying the fish making about their daily lives. His attention was drawn back to himself. Someone was nearby, and while he didn't sense a threat arising from this entity he opened his eyes. Then turned in the direction of the approaching being. Patiently awaiting to see what turned out from this encounter.
[member="Amaryllis Tansea"]
