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"Here we go again, I kinda wanna be more than friends...

So take it easy on me

I'm afraid you're never satisfied...

Here we go again, we're sick like animals

We play pretend, you're just a cannibal

And I'm afraid I won't get out alive

No, I won't sleep tonight...

Oh, oh, I want some more!

Oh, oh, what are you waiting for?

Take a bite of my heart tonight!

Oh, oh, I want some more!

Oh, oh, what are you waiting for?

Say goodbye to my heart tonight...

Here we are again, I feel the chemicals kicking in...

It's getting heavy, and I want to run and hide

I do it every time, you're killing me now...!

And I won't be denied by you

The animal inside of you...!"

Neon Trees, 'Animal'

Rhalia Jinsari and her Corellian Sand Panther, Sw'gemu, courtesy of the talented [Updated; slightly darker skin tone]

As a Seeker, Rhali is analogous to a D&D Ranger - someone who is most comfortable in the wilds and feels a kinship with wild beasts. As a tribal hunter on Dathomir, Rhalia grew up in the wild lands, comfortable scouting, trailblazing and hunting for her people. Her natural Force-sensitivity gave her a deep insight into Nature, and the thoughts and habits of the wild beasts with which she shared the wilderness. Rhalia developed a strong respect - and necessary caution - for wild creatures, whether they were predators or prey. She learned to respect the cycle of life and death, and not to take more than she needed from the wilds.

Even today, exposed to a wilder world and becoming comfortable with modern technology and the strange ways of humans and other species, she retains a preference for wild places and nature. While she favours her 'dark side' because she is above all wild and passionate, she is not cruel or unfeeling, and sees herself as something of a protector of nature and wild places. She does not belong to any Force tradition, believing all manner of tribal customs in accordance to her people's beliefs. She believes that she 'calls the spirits' to work her magic, and that these spirits must be honoured and appeased to win their favour. It feels very natural to her; she can feel the spirits all around her, even in the cities of humans and the engines of their iron steeds. The Followers of the Temple do not impress any specific beliefs on their students, encouraging them to develop their own traditions and to keep an open mind about the beliefs and customs of their fellows. Considering what happened on Dathomir, and the very real danger to her tribe, she dislikes the Jedi for their arrogance and tyranny - but she is wise enough to know that they are not all like that. She has met those like Kaiya and Ashara who were raised in that tradition, and developed a respect for them. On her travels, she remains a strong proponent for preserving the natural beauty of worlds, and distrusts those who value money or 'progress' above natural beauty. She feels most kinship with species who respect nature, such as Mon Calamari or Ithorians, or even the warlike Sakaiyans, who go to great lengths to preserve the natural state of their homeworld despite their aggressive nature.

As a Pathfinder, she is used to being alone, and finding her own answers, always travelling ahead of her tribe to scout and hunt. While she still enjoys moments of solitude, she is surprised at how much she has come to enjoy the communal living of the Followers. She very much enjoys being a pack animal, and the pleasures of the flesh to be found with her new brothers and sisters. She is particularly close to the togruta, Ashara Tey, who enjoys provoking and manipulating the younger woman. They have a very friendly rivalry of sorts, and seem to bring out the best in the other. Now she has a son of her own, cementing her place at Master Lars' side, as the 'alpha female' of the pack. The others mostly accept her caprice, acknowledging she beings many positive benefits to the Followers (and they wouldn't hear the last of it if they didn't indulge her...)

Sw'gemu is a Talus 'sludge panther', a large carnivorous great cat descended from the Sand Panthers of the Corellian system. They dwell in marshes and wet jungles, where their unappetising brownish-green coloration helps them blend in to their environment. They also like to wallow in brackish water or mud to cool down and mask their scent from prey. Large and dangerous, they are the apex predators of their environment, and have no natural enemies. Their pelts are valuable however, which makes them endangered by sentient species, especially big game hunters. They are consummate hunters, able to sneak up very close to their prey. They have a wild nature and cannot usually be tamed by normal methods, but they may nonetheless form a bond with a Force-sensitive like a Pathfinder or Hermit, deigning to accept the other as a companion. They are usually solitary creatures like most great cats, but some form small family units to hunt. For her part, Rhalia loves having her bonded partner around, as he's a loyal friend and a ferocious protector in battle. Her young son seems to adore him too, constantly prodding and poking him and pulling his fur, which the great beast accepts with a wearied tolerance.

Description

"Here we go again, I kinda wanna be more than friends...

So take it easy on me

I'm afraid you're never satisfied...

Here we go again, we're sick like animals

We play pretend, you're just a cannibal

And I'm afraid I won't get out alive

No, I won't sleep tonight...

Oh, oh, I want some more!

Oh, oh, what are you waiting for?

Take a bite of my heart tonight!

Oh, oh, I want some more!

Oh, oh, what are you waiting for?

Say goodbye to my heart tonight...

Here we are again, I feel the chemicals kicking in...

It's getting heavy, and I want to run and hide

I do it every time, you're killing me now...!

And I won't be denied by you

The animal inside of you...!"

Neon Trees, 'Animal'

Rhalia Jinsari and her Corellian Sand Panther, Sw'gemu, courtesy of the talented [Updated; slightly darker skin tone]

As a Seeker, Rhali is analogous to a D&D Ranger - someone who is most comfortable in the wilds and feels a kinship with wild beasts. As a tribal hunter on Dathomir, Rhalia grew up in the wild lands, comfortable scouting, trailblazing and hunting for her people. Her natural Force-sensitivity gave her a deep insight into Nature, and the thoughts and habits of the wild beasts with which she shared the wilderness. Rhalia developed a strong respect - and necessary caution - for wild creatures, whether they were predators or prey. She learned to respect the cycle of life and death, and not to take more than she needed from the wilds.

Even today, exposed to a wilder world and becoming comfortable with modern technology and the strange ways of humans and other species, she retains a preference for wild places and nature. While she favours her 'dark side' because she is above all wild and passionate, she is not cruel or unfeeling, and sees herself as something of a protector of nature and wild places. She does not belong to any Force tradition, believing all manner of tribal customs in accordance to her people's beliefs. She believes that she 'calls the spirits' to work her magic, and that these spirits must be honoured and appeased to win their favour. It feels very natural to her; she can feel the spirits all around her, even in the cities of humans and the engines of their iron steeds. The Followers of the Temple do not impress any specific beliefs on their students, encouraging them to develop their own traditions and to keep an open mind about the beliefs and customs of their fellows. Considering what happened on Dathomir, and the very real danger to her tribe, she dislikes the Jedi for their arrogance and tyranny - but she is wise enough to know that they are not all like that. She has met those like Kaiya and Ashara who were raised in that tradition, and developed a respect for them. On her travels, she remains a strong proponent for preserving the natural beauty of worlds, and distrusts those who value money or 'progress' above natural beauty. She feels most kinship with species who respect nature, such as Mon Calamari or Ithorians, or even the warlike Sakaiyans, who go to great lengths to preserve the natural state of their homeworld despite their aggressive nature.

As a Pathfinder, she is used to being alone, and finding her own answers, always travelling ahead of her tribe to scout and hunt. While she still enjoys moments of solitude, she is surprised at how much she has come to enjoy the communal living of the Followers. She very much enjoys being a pack animal, and the pleasures of the flesh to be found with her new brothers and sisters. She is particularly close to the togruta, Ashara Tey, who enjoys provoking and manipulating the younger woman. They have a very friendly rivalry of sorts, and seem to bring out the best in the other. Now she has a son of her own, cementing her place at Master Lars' side, as the 'alpha female' of the pack. The others mostly accept her caprice, acknowledging she beings many positive benefits to the Followers (and they wouldn't hear the last of it if they didn't indulge her...)

Sw'gemu is a Talus 'sludge panther', a large carnivorous great cat descended from the Sand Panthers of the Corellian system. They dwell in marshes and wet jungles, where their unappetising brownish-green coloration helps them blend in to their environment. They also like to wallow in brackish water or mud to cool down and mask their scent from prey. Large and dangerous, they are the apex predators of their environment, and have no natural enemies. Their pelts are valuable however, which makes them endangered by sentient species, especially big game hunters. They are consummate hunters, able to sneak up very close to their prey. They have a wild nature and cannot usually be tamed by normal methods, but they may nonetheless form a bond with a Force-sensitive like a Pathfinder or Hermit, deigning to accept the other as a companion. They are usually solitary creatures like most great cats, but some form small family units to hunt. For her part, Rhalia loves having her bonded partner around, as he's a loyal friend and a ferocious protector in battle. Her young son seems to adore him too, constantly prodding and poking him and pulling his fur, which the great beast accepts with a wearied tolerance.