Young Alison had been recruited into The Republic when she was in her much younger years after loosing her parents to a droid attack, she had been rescued by a squadron of clones who did their best to leave her with other refugees. But the young girl always seemed to find her way back to them, not fearful of their blasters or the men themselves since her parents had made sure she knew who to trust. The young woman's family farm had been attacked in search of her since she was a force sensitive child, the Separatists wanted to get to her before The Republic was able to - yet her parents refused offers from both governments for their daughter. They didn't want their little girl to be trained to fight on the battlefield, The Republic was more than willing to accept the couple declined their offer.
Yet it was the Separatists who wouldn't take no for an answer to their offer, they deployed squadrons of droids to the family operated farm - destroying the buildings, slaughtering the animals, setting fire to the crops, and killing Alison's parents when they told the droids that The Republic had taken their daughter days before. However, young Alison was hidden in some of the wreckage - wedged in as tightly as she could. When she'd emerged from the scraps of wood and metal, she was covered in cuts and bruises. She somehow had managed to stick with the squadron of clones until they met up with their general, which was the first jedi the young girl had ever met - though she had heard many stories of the jedi and their cause. It took one look at her for the jedi to know what had happened, setting her future in stone.
The council was quick to place the young Ali in training, getting her up to speed on controlling the force - the years passed quickly, soon uniting the young jedi with a more experienced jedi master and his squadron of clones. Alison kept her past a secret from them, including her own master who felt a darkness about her - yet when he questioned her about it, he never got the answers he was quite looking for. Alison was prepared in due time to speak of what got her to where she was, what the cause of her so willing to face the uncertain on the battlefield - she was so soft spoken when it came to victims of Separatists attacks, something the clones and her own master were unable to do. They would soon discover why she was able to level with them, just in time - in just time, she was in no rush.
Ali paused a moment inside her tent, listening to the world around her - dawn was still breaking as she sighed softly. Her brunette hair pulled back into a tight french braid as she reached for the purple light saber that lay next to her on her cot, soon slipping out of her tent and looking around the small campsite. She clipped her light saber onto her belt, watching her surroundings a moment. Her master was no where to be found which wasn't always a promising situation, especially since they were in no real danger here - the planet was peaceful for the most part. Yet they had been devastated by natural disasters, their government had reached out to the Republic for assistance in rebuilding their cities - aiding with supplies. It gave her master the peace of mind for the perfect time for training.
The young woman slowly closed her ice blue eyes, relaxing her body as she tried to focus on the presence around her - sensing the clones close by. Maybe her maser had sent them out on a quick patrol, yet it still hadn't explained why the camp was left empty. She could suddenly sense the presence of the clones moving closer to her, sensing her master behind her. Her motions were quick and fluid as she whipped around, pressing the button on her light saber to shoot open and block her masters blow - a quick smile on his lips as he chuckled. "I thought I had you, I figured you would be more focused on the clones closing in - I'm impressed. You do however need to keep in mind your balance and your foot work or else this could happen." He explained, quickly tripping her up - sending her to the ground.
"You may have been able to block my blow from behind, but your enemy will always look for an opening - now, you would be an easy kill since I have the advantage of you being on the ground. Now if your footwork and balance were correct, I wouldn't have been able to knock you over so easily. Understand?" Atris asked, reaching out his hand to pull her back onto her feet as the clones emerged from the brush surrounding the campsite. Ali sighed softly, quickly brushing the dust off her robes as she nodded in understanding to what her master had pointed out to her. She saw his point, if she faced an experience enemy - they would easily be able to defeat her if she was without proper balance and footwork. She would most likely just end up on the ground, but a helping hand wouldn't be pulling her to her feet.
"I understand, Master Atris." Ali spoke softly, clipping her light saber back onto her belt as she gave the older man a small smile. The wind was quick to blow through the brush, sending her long bangs into her ice blue eyes. Alison was only eighteen, standing five foot four inches with brunette curly, thick hair that she allowed to grow about four inches below her shoulder. Normally she keeps her hair pulled into some sort of braid to keep it out of the way, she had a slender build - yet she still held womanly curves that got men looking her direction, which at some points caused her to get into trouble one way or another.
Yet it was the Separatists who wouldn't take no for an answer to their offer, they deployed squadrons of droids to the family operated farm - destroying the buildings, slaughtering the animals, setting fire to the crops, and killing Alison's parents when they told the droids that The Republic had taken their daughter days before. However, young Alison was hidden in some of the wreckage - wedged in as tightly as she could. When she'd emerged from the scraps of wood and metal, she was covered in cuts and bruises. She somehow had managed to stick with the squadron of clones until they met up with their general, which was the first jedi the young girl had ever met - though she had heard many stories of the jedi and their cause. It took one look at her for the jedi to know what had happened, setting her future in stone.
The council was quick to place the young Ali in training, getting her up to speed on controlling the force - the years passed quickly, soon uniting the young jedi with a more experienced jedi master and his squadron of clones. Alison kept her past a secret from them, including her own master who felt a darkness about her - yet when he questioned her about it, he never got the answers he was quite looking for. Alison was prepared in due time to speak of what got her to where she was, what the cause of her so willing to face the uncertain on the battlefield - she was so soft spoken when it came to victims of Separatists attacks, something the clones and her own master were unable to do. They would soon discover why she was able to level with them, just in time - in just time, she was in no rush.
Ali paused a moment inside her tent, listening to the world around her - dawn was still breaking as she sighed softly. Her brunette hair pulled back into a tight french braid as she reached for the purple light saber that lay next to her on her cot, soon slipping out of her tent and looking around the small campsite. She clipped her light saber onto her belt, watching her surroundings a moment. Her master was no where to be found which wasn't always a promising situation, especially since they were in no real danger here - the planet was peaceful for the most part. Yet they had been devastated by natural disasters, their government had reached out to the Republic for assistance in rebuilding their cities - aiding with supplies. It gave her master the peace of mind for the perfect time for training.
The young woman slowly closed her ice blue eyes, relaxing her body as she tried to focus on the presence around her - sensing the clones close by. Maybe her maser had sent them out on a quick patrol, yet it still hadn't explained why the camp was left empty. She could suddenly sense the presence of the clones moving closer to her, sensing her master behind her. Her motions were quick and fluid as she whipped around, pressing the button on her light saber to shoot open and block her masters blow - a quick smile on his lips as he chuckled. "I thought I had you, I figured you would be more focused on the clones closing in - I'm impressed. You do however need to keep in mind your balance and your foot work or else this could happen." He explained, quickly tripping her up - sending her to the ground.
"You may have been able to block my blow from behind, but your enemy will always look for an opening - now, you would be an easy kill since I have the advantage of you being on the ground. Now if your footwork and balance were correct, I wouldn't have been able to knock you over so easily. Understand?" Atris asked, reaching out his hand to pull her back onto her feet as the clones emerged from the brush surrounding the campsite. Ali sighed softly, quickly brushing the dust off her robes as she nodded in understanding to what her master had pointed out to her. She saw his point, if she faced an experience enemy - they would easily be able to defeat her if she was without proper balance and footwork. She would most likely just end up on the ground, but a helping hand wouldn't be pulling her to her feet.
"I understand, Master Atris." Ali spoke softly, clipping her light saber back onto her belt as she gave the older man a small smile. The wind was quick to blow through the brush, sending her long bangs into her ice blue eyes. Alison was only eighteen, standing five foot four inches with brunette curly, thick hair that she allowed to grow about four inches below her shoulder. Normally she keeps her hair pulled into some sort of braid to keep it out of the way, she had a slender build - yet she still held womanly curves that got men looking her direction, which at some points caused her to get into trouble one way or another.
