A sunrise that was misty and seemed perpetual lay in reddish gold layer over the green lushness of Naboo's moon, Ohma-D'un, as the first glimpse of light is caught reflecting off of the vast Lake Sluganda. Beneath the waters of this rather secluded lake a young, male Otolla Gungan was awoken by a few rapid falling drips of cold morning water from the lake around him. Jupe Yar sits up in his plush bed and wipes the dots of water from his face and wiping the sleep from his tired eyes. Jupe, unaware that his hydrostatic bubble room had sprung a slight leak swings his feet off the bed and stands with a long rather dramatic morning stretch. Jupe staggers out of his room and into a tinted bubble where he slips into a pair of pants which appear to be frequently worn. The Gungan, now slightly more alert heads bach to his own room where his small leak is now a subtle stream of water flowing from the ceiling.
"Oi boi!," Jupe manages to mutter out as he throws his long lanky arms into the air.
Jupe shakes his head and stands on his now saturated bed and stickes nearly his entire hand through the gapeing hole. The Gungan lets out and even more exasperrated sighs seeing as though this is the 8th hole this week and he knows that repairing this hole would take several tedious hours, if not a new generator; and a generator is something this lone Gungan cannot afford.
Jupe Yar steps out of his lone bubble and begins his long swim to the world above. Recently Jupe Yar left his parents whom lived on the planet of Naboo and decided to now reside here on Ohma-D'un, by himself. His father a strong and rather unusually stout Ankura Gungan gave his son little and close to no advice when they sent him out on his own. Jupe had come a long way. He finally figured the proper formulate, (Or so he thought.) to create his hydrostatic bubble but recent events has him thinking a bit more plasma is necessary.
'Maybe this 'Merchant' life isn't right for Jupe.' The Gungan thought as he sat on a rock, face buried in hands. The gungan would spend the majority of his day here stuck in deep contemplation till the realization that Jupe was being called to service by the power of the lakes and swamp (what some call the Force) to protect and defend the Gungan race as well as all other races. The life of a Jedi would be a hard one and it takes Jupe quite a while to convince himself this is what he would like to do.
Almost as if it didn't phaze him the slightest Jupe stood and began to make his way to the nearest station with only his simple possessions of his Atlatl, a pouch of energy balls and a common survival kit. Once at the station the Gungan would trade the few credits in his possession for a ticket back to Naboo and he would then begin to search for someone whom could train him in the Jedi Arts.
((OOC: I am in need of a trainer if you have someone in mind or are interested in training me just jump on in.))
"Oi boi!," Jupe manages to mutter out as he throws his long lanky arms into the air.
Jupe shakes his head and stands on his now saturated bed and stickes nearly his entire hand through the gapeing hole. The Gungan lets out and even more exasperrated sighs seeing as though this is the 8th hole this week and he knows that repairing this hole would take several tedious hours, if not a new generator; and a generator is something this lone Gungan cannot afford.
Jupe Yar steps out of his lone bubble and begins his long swim to the world above. Recently Jupe Yar left his parents whom lived on the planet of Naboo and decided to now reside here on Ohma-D'un, by himself. His father a strong and rather unusually stout Ankura Gungan gave his son little and close to no advice when they sent him out on his own. Jupe had come a long way. He finally figured the proper formulate, (Or so he thought.) to create his hydrostatic bubble but recent events has him thinking a bit more plasma is necessary.
'Maybe this 'Merchant' life isn't right for Jupe.' The Gungan thought as he sat on a rock, face buried in hands. The gungan would spend the majority of his day here stuck in deep contemplation till the realization that Jupe was being called to service by the power of the lakes and swamp (what some call the Force) to protect and defend the Gungan race as well as all other races. The life of a Jedi would be a hard one and it takes Jupe quite a while to convince himself this is what he would like to do.
Almost as if it didn't phaze him the slightest Jupe stood and began to make his way to the nearest station with only his simple possessions of his Atlatl, a pouch of energy balls and a common survival kit. Once at the station the Gungan would trade the few credits in his possession for a ticket back to Naboo and he would then begin to search for someone whom could train him in the Jedi Arts.
((OOC: I am in need of a trainer if you have someone in mind or are interested in training me just jump on in.))