Tura
Character
The Primeval. The home of those who believed in the Host Lord and his eventual coming. Those who were granted the power of the Force were often known as Seekers of the Rift, using their powers to instill the will of the Primeval itself. And despite her knowing all this Tura had no true idea of what it actually meant.
How could she? She'd only joined the Primeval a few days ago, and that was because a member of their ranks saved her and offered her freedom in their home. How could she not have accepted anyways? The chance for freedom from slavers, and the chance to fully use her powers to their potential was a benefit of it's own worth. Tura, however, didn't know if that was the true reason why she said yes, or because she was afraid to say no.
The shy Chironian was never a social type. At least among her people she'd felt more comfortable. But here, on an alien planet surrounded by many species she'd never seen or met before, it was all a bit overwhelming. Still as part of this Primeval sect now she was obligated to the and the resources they offered. As such one of the greater aspects was magics and combat. The Chironian's had those who could wield the force, but never had there been accounts of those who could bend the will of magic to them. This was new territory for Tura that she hoped and prayed would pay off in the end.
She awaited in one of the training gardens of the Primeval's home base. While she was to wait for her instructor she instead was drawn to admiring the flowers and the overall beauty of the garden. It was almost an unnatural yet deep beauty. Dark and yet divine, it calmed her a little more as she waited for the one called [member="Enoch Zambrano"] to arrive. She stood near one of the flower beds with a small waterfall nearby, her hooves teasing at the edge.
How could she? She'd only joined the Primeval a few days ago, and that was because a member of their ranks saved her and offered her freedom in their home. How could she not have accepted anyways? The chance for freedom from slavers, and the chance to fully use her powers to their potential was a benefit of it's own worth. Tura, however, didn't know if that was the true reason why she said yes, or because she was afraid to say no.
The shy Chironian was never a social type. At least among her people she'd felt more comfortable. But here, on an alien planet surrounded by many species she'd never seen or met before, it was all a bit overwhelming. Still as part of this Primeval sect now she was obligated to the and the resources they offered. As such one of the greater aspects was magics and combat. The Chironian's had those who could wield the force, but never had there been accounts of those who could bend the will of magic to them. This was new territory for Tura that she hoped and prayed would pay off in the end.
She awaited in one of the training gardens of the Primeval's home base. While she was to wait for her instructor she instead was drawn to admiring the flowers and the overall beauty of the garden. It was almost an unnatural yet deep beauty. Dark and yet divine, it calmed her a little more as she waited for the one called [member="Enoch Zambrano"] to arrive. She stood near one of the flower beds with a small waterfall nearby, her hooves teasing at the edge.