disciple

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⊰ B A S I C S ⊱ ◦ FACE CLAIM: wip ◦ NAME: Baraga Ren ◦ AGE: 38 ◦ GENDER: Female ◦ NATIONALITY:  ◦ BIRTHDAY: Sep 12 (?) ◦ SUN SIGN: Virgo ◦ RESIDENCE: Mobile ◦ MARITAL STATUS: Negligible ◦ ALIGNMENT: Lawful Evil ⊰ L I K E S ⊱ ◦ DRINK: s teas and some home made tonics ◦ FOOD: eats to survive tbh ◦ DAY OR NIGHT: Night ◦ SNACKS: s will be provided after the meeting ◦ SONG: seven devils ◦ QUOTE:  In all chaos there is a cosmos, in all disorder a secret order - ✶ ◦ HISTORICAL CHARACTER: ◦ PET:  a mouse droid that can only hustle at a 34 °  angle. it stays where she lives. ◦ BOOK: no interest in reading ◦ COLOUR: #dd8173 ◦ FLOWER:  wisteria ◦ SEXUALITY:  data corrupt ⊰ L O O K S ⊱ ◦ BODY TYPE: short & lean ◦ EYE COLOR: Blue C40 ◦ HAIR COLOR: Brunette ◦ BODY REFERENCE:  wip

This seemed like an honest revelation to the boy. Up until recently his lessons had been rather simple, as if they hadn’t trusted someone so young and volatile to comprehend anything complex. He’d been successfully feeding off of pain for a while, he’d thought. It provided an incentive for strength when he’d exhausted himself otherwise.

Blood pooled on the dark floor where it’d dripped from the wound and off of his fingertips.

Kylo found he didn’t want to train anymore, but failure was even less of an option than disappointing Baraga Ren. He still couldn’t decide if he hated her or not; she stalked about like a phantom and seemed to drop the temperature of any room she entered by several degrees, though her service had been nothing but loyal. It was impossible to feel at ease around her, especially now that Kylo could sense her gaze on him. Even as she inspected the droid he couldn’t help but feel watched.

He tore free a strip of the thick, dark fabric bundled around his shoulders and fashioned it into something of a tourniquet using his teeth and left hand. Asking for help with something so simple would’ve been weakness, right? Again he squared his stance and shook the blood from his hand, though it wasn’t the droid he leveled his saber at. As he’d been taught to do, Kylo took a breath and let the pain become his strength, let it seep into his veins and electrify his purpose - Baraga’s council be damned. His eyes were still wet when he issued his challenge.

“I want to fight you instead!”

Oh, no. She knew better than that.

Baraga was proud, but her pride was vested in her purpose. It didn’t cloud her judgement, and she knew that this child could easily best her; although, just because she understood didn’t keep it from being an annoyance. When she moved to stand, her open palm made contact with the droid’s chest. Two fingers pointed towards the wall, and it limped away without a single verbal confirmation. That was hardly its purpose, after all.  

“To what end?”

She let the question hang in the air between them, watched his chest heave with exertion and pain. It was a pain she could almost taste, a ghostly metallic against the back of her throat. Those dark eyes dug into her from beneath a sweaty brow, vulnerable without the helmet she’d insisted he leave at the entry way. 

Rey felt a pang of her own anger. It seemed that this Knight knew how to push her buttons. And only after a few moments of meeting her. Though to be fair, Rey had been attempting to give her a hard time as well. 

“And this is what you want your legacy to be?” She questioned. Deciding to ignore the woman’s last statement and not give her the satisfaction. “A trail of corpses?” 

Baraga Ren chose not to move. She wanted to make it clear despite the mask that she was not at all intimidated by the scavenger who stood before her. She hadn’t missed the hum of the ignited saber, already drawn before the knight had a chance to introduce herself. 

That was fine. Her own weapon was a comfortable weight in the palm of her hand, a lance that’s shaft hummed with a familiar vibration against her fingertips. A warning that she might not have been afraid, but she was prepared. 

“Is that what you’re doing?” She asked, hardly able to to contain her anger. “You’re a murderer. You, your Master, the other Knights. You all kill people. And for what!?”    

Baraga had to wonder if she’d somehow been unclear, but no. This girl was so caught up in her ideals of what was right and just that she gave no pause to consider the knight’s words.

The halls of the ship were still unnerving to him, his room still oddly large, the people characteristically harsh. Years ago, he could have handled that with ease. Being with the Jedi, however, made him lose a few of the walls he built.

This last month had been spent trying to look as comfortable and as capable to be in his environment as anyone else. Still, that sometimes proved difficult. While learning the layout of the ship, Row suddenly decided to slip into a room that he found to be filled with crates and, more importantly, no people. Until now.

Slowly, he shut off the screen of his datapad, his attention now fully on Baraga Ren. A few crates behind him slid back a bit as he leaned into them.

Row’s head tilted in careful consideration of her words, his tone somewhat more amicable this time with the reminder of his new second name. “It doesn’t matter what people know me to be of, as long as they know what I’m capable of.”

That seemed like a suitable answer.

Thus far, there hadn’t been a chance for them to be chat. Training was often been conducted in groups, and outside of that they had their own things to keep them busy. Besides that, Rownei had been a part of their organization for barely a month.

A gloved hand braced against the edge of a crate, the pad of her thumb tracing against it in some determined pattern that she privately understood.

Though barely showing his surprise, Row was completely thrown off by the question. In truth, he had almost forgotten about it. In reaction, his hand pulled forward stray pieces of hair, trying to at least somewhat cover the line of bruising on the side of his temple.

“Working on an engine down in the hangars.” A nonchalant shrug accompanied Row’s answer. There was more of a story to it than that, but he’d never been one for many words.

Having never been able to make use of it herself, Baraga couldn’t understand how some of these force users could be so clumsy. Curiosity could be found behind the question, and some small measure of concern for the newly turned knight. No one wanted to lose them, not after all the effort that had been put into acquiring them in the first place.

That concern immediately dissipated once she had her answer, though. This had more to do with his hobbies than it did some dire, combative circumstance.

The way he tried to hide it, in vain, was not lost on her. The helmet he had been issued was near-by, resting on top of a crate. It’d take him some time to learn to use it, and it became increasingly evident that this knight was still just a child.

“The Supreme Leader never mentioned different kinds of pain- it’s all supposed to make me strong!” Kylo clutched at the bleeding slab of flesh that hung from his right arm, cleaved nearly clean off by what he’d falsely assumed to be a practice sword. They’d given the droids proper vibroblades, apparently. His training had progressed without his knowledge. Tears welled up in his eyes as he used his own saber to finish severing the skin, but he never cried out.

“If you think like that, you’re only going to doggedly pursue pain to become stronger. That isn’t the goal, Kylo Ren.” Her words were sharp, even through the helmet’s modulator.

The droid itself looked more than worse for the wear, slumped in stand-by mod; the joint of its knee was cocked at an inhuman angle after Kylo’s boot had made solid contact with it. That was when he’d moved too close, and now the room smelled like cauterized flesh.

As Baraga crouched down to try and reset the joint, she kept her eyes on the boy. No one would accuse him of being a coward, that was for sure. The problem was he was terribly brave, but untested. Still too green. It made for a dangerous combination.

She pried the metal casing off with a snap, careful not to have it snag her gloves. Only one of them needed to be bleeding right now.

“If you aren’t careful, there won’t be any bits of you left to strengthen.” Her neck craned for a moment, trying to make out the worn-off lettering on the droid’s hip. This was an old one, something imperial, but still worth keeping maintained.

18) Are they a leader, do they prefer to follow, or would they rather just stay on the sidelines altogether?

Generally, she prefers to exist on the sidelines. There was a time and place where she lead, in one capacity and another, but now Baraga is content to defer to both Snoke and their knight commander. Being in charge has its own grueling demands, and detracts from the focus and, uh, love that she puts into her work.

21) Your character has been granted 3 wishes; what would they wish for and why?

More space in her cabin to store the odds and ends she’s picked up in her travels.

Height

That when she dies, it’s not a wasted death. She wants martyrdom.

28) Are they afraid of death? Do they have any regrets?

Death is an accepted possibility. She’s never imagined what it’d be like to grow old, even as she’s beginning to discover new aches; especially those times waking up when the ship’s temperature is just shy of the designated comfort levels.

7) How does your character perceive themselves? Positive? Negative? Neutral?

Positively. They are very proud of the work they do and the role they have played thus far. Baraga is able to look back on the things she has done, to know that the majority of what what she has done has served a greater purpose, and she is confident in her skill as a warrior.

“Come at me” - Baraga, probably.

14) Are they a team player or do they prefer to be solo?

In comparison to the rest of the knights, she’s not as integrated within the group. Blame it on her continuously withholding personality, or the difference in age, but the divide does exist. It’s more prevalent in their personal time than it is in their work. She still makes an effort to train with them, to maintain the sense of cohesion while carrying out Snoke’s orders, and she works hard to build the other knights up. She wants them to succeed. 

So a team player… who is socially more of a loner.  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

19) If your character was suddenly challenged, would they rather run away or stay and fight?