Post by Kenar Pavit on May 12, 2010 17:29:20 GMT -5
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“The closer you get to the light, the darker your shadow becomes...” – Kenar Pavit
Name: Kenar Pavit (Ken-arr Pah-vit)
Alias: The Blind Knight, The Alpheridies’ Soldier, The Miralukan Apostle
Species: Miraluka
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Home World: Alpheridies
Rank: Jedi Knight
Description
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Kenar stands at average height, for a Miraluka, topping 5ft 8”. He has the build of an athlete, with long and muscular legs, designed for speed. His lower arms are very strong, which has more benefits that one would think, but that is not to say his upper arms are not; for these are yet deceptively so. Across his muscled chest are the tell-tale tattoos of the Miraluka kind, these are a series of images that would tell one that understood them: his parentage; his training; his home planet and possibly more. It is traditional that a Miraluka would update these tattoos regularly with significant life events.
Kenar’s hair is of the darkest of browns, almost black. It is shortened around the back, yet the fronts are left longer so to conceal the empty sockets he has in place of eyes. These sockets are vast, disfiguring crevices stretching down into the face. He skin folds inwards with these caves of a feature thus making them immediately obvious and immediately fowl. His upper lip shapes that of an archers bow, curved and ornate, and both lips are thin and are an elegant feature of his face. His nose is large and crooked, from numerous childhood beatings, and flattened slightly at one side.
Attire
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Kenar’s attire is relatively cliché for a Jedi Knight – the layered tunic, folding over itself first, from left to right, and then crossed over with two sashes coming over each shoulder and down across his torso, held in place by his belt, whilst also dropping vertically down his back – save for one difference: it is of a desaturated green colour. This Jedi attire is then covered in the typical Jedi Robe, this is of a black as dark as to absorb all light into it and captivate all those that look upon it. Unlike most Miraluka, he never wears a hood, and has taken this to the further extreme as his robe does not have a hood for him to wear.
Both his belt and his boots are made of the leather from a Zakkeg, the deepest black leather, with a black fabric band over that. His lightsabre is tied over on back of the belt, to the right hand side: this is hidden from view yet still easily reachable. His comlink is clipped on the right hand side at the front, with a small pouch for credits or other items on the left.
Across his empty eye sockets he wears a tied sash, the same desaturated green as his tunic, with a Miralukan knot tied at the back of his head, the two ends of the sash then run down his back, stopping at the base of his spine.
Personality
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Kenar, like most Miraluka, is a very difficult person to understand. He acts continually calm, he never seems phased by a situation and very few people are able to change his mind once it has been made up. He is one of those people that was forced into a position of leadership and found he was good at it, rather than one who strives to be the leader and is not. He seems to always know the right thing to do, the right method of doing something or know the right people, own the right piece of equipment or know the right Force power. He is someone that you can always depend on because he is someone who never forgets a favour or a friend. The counterpoint to this is that he also never forgets an enemy. He can forgive, but he will not forget. It is always a bad position to put yourself in; an enemy of The Blind Knight.
The problem with him living his life alone is that Kenar cannot get too close to people. His social abilities stretch far enough to formal discussion, analytical debates or unfriendly banter. He does not truly grasp the concept of Friendship – this serves well when attempting to follow the Jedi way, by not forming emotional attachments, but it alienates him from most other people.
History
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‘Yes, life before was much simpler, but this is far more interesting...’
Ralanious Pavit waved over to the girl opposite him as she happened to look up from whatever it was that she was reading. Ral winced as he realised that in waving his hand he had just caused a tray of Damind Lightsabre Crystals to fly from the desk they were on, across the room, into the wall where they made a terribly loud crash before dropping to the floor and making yet another. The next sound that was heard, Ral’s muttered word ‘sorry’ to the open room, was enough to make the entire room explode into hysterical laughter.
The girl opposite Ral was Mia Kessle. She laughed. Ral wanted the floor to open up and swallow him whole. It did not. He shifted the cloth around, concealing his lack of eyes, so that the knot was in a more desirable position and tried to laugh along with everybody. It was awkward. Gradually the laughter died.
Ral’s daily routine was full of him making mistakes. He wasn’t the strongest in the force; he wasn’t the weakest, but definitely not the strongest. He wouldn’t have minded his clumsiness if it wasn’t that always coincided with when Mia was in the room.
Both Ral and Mia were Miraluka students on Alpheridies; both were twelve and being taught the ultimate control of the Force – something that all Miraluka strive to achieve. Ral couldn’t quite master the control required. The goal was that whilst calculating the number of seeds in a jar, whilst some are being added and taken away, be able to conjure a Force Whirlwind between your hands and absorb numerous different Force Powers being used against you by one of the instructors. It was terribly more complicated than it even sounds. Ral had seemed to have gotten it into his head that if he managed to beat this challenge then Mia would swoon and he would have ‘gotten his girl’. Mia had always been a natural with the Force.
Of course life wasn’t like this. He managed to beat the challenge after almost a year of practice; considerably longer than most other Miraluka his age. Mia didn’t seem to notice. It was when they both reached sixteen that Mia started to take notice. At sixteen Miraluka begin to learn sabre combat. Ral was a natural. He was swiftly better that most others his age and was able to take on six or seven others at once. This improved Ral’s fitness and overall physique. Mia liked that.
At seventeen they were together. It turned out they got on very well once Ral was able to overcome his nerves. They would meet up almost every day after their studies. Their relationship only seemed to get stronger as years went by. At the age of twenty-two something happened, however, that would change their relationship drastically. Mia was pregnant.
Yes, life was so much easier before, without a baby on the way, but life now was so much more interesting...
“Gifts from a Mother, teachings of a Father, make the greatest of Miraluka.”
Kenar was born, on the planet Alpheridies, eyeless and Force sensitive: like all of his brethren. A Miraluka birth is never easy. The stress of being born on one so young, and with such little control over such great ability with the force, generally creates a great deal of uncontrollable effects. Kenar was no different. Furniture was crushed and dropped down in a heap, people were lifted upwards into the air and Force Lightning was fired. As it is with many and most Miraluka Births, Mia was injured badly. She died as a result of her injuries, but was able to cling onto life for the next three standard months.
Before she died she was able to witness the first time Kenar utilised Force Sight. It was early with the Miraluka, it was always instinctive. But over time this ability would improve. She died three months and six days after Kenar was born, the scarring from the Force Lightning on her system was far too great and she bled out in the middle of the night. Ral was almost suicidal with grief.
Kenar grew without his mother but having been granted his prowess with the Force. He was a natural. He entered into schooling much like all the other Miraluka his age but, like his Mother, his ability with the force was much superior to those his age and he was, after a week to examine his ability, moved up to join the students three years older than him. He mastered Miraluka sight three days after beginning his schooling.
He grew. He learned. Then, when he reached sixteen, they began learning combat. Kenar wasn’t quite as adept at this as his Father had been, but was able to wield a blade with sufficient skill. He frequently sparred with his Father to try and learn more, try to improve, and within a year was able to match him. He was, with no doubt, one of the strongest Miraluka for some time.
He turned seventeen. Three months and six days after his seventeenth birthday he went and spoke to Ral. He wanted to leave Alpheridies for the Jedi Temple. Ral put up no argument. Miraluka rarely did. He was bidden farewell by most he had lived with. He was the strongest and possibly the wisest of them, and they regarded him highly. Upon leaving he was given a new blind fold: it was of a deep black. Across each side was a pattern of stars. Over the front read a brief sentence in Miralukese, the Miralukan native language, it read: “The Miralukan Apostle”.
“Keep your council to yourself, let the people run the temple.”
Kenar arrived at the Jedi Temple, on Dantooine at the time, after three weeks of cheap travel. As he landed he was immediately greeted by three Jedi Knights, all who had sensed his Force Aura was before he even entered the atmosphere, each with Lightsabres and frowns. He was not regarded as an enemy, but neither was he counted an ally yet.
He was taken before the Jedi Council where he did his best to act appropriately. He bowed down to each of the council members in turn and then turned to face the one that spoke to him.
“It was a strange room. It was down many steps within the temple and there was the faint rush of water coming from the walls. It must have been built deep beside, or even underneath, a river. A human Jedi, the first human I had encountered, spoke. Her voice sounded like that of a wise teacher; smart, yet strict.
“What is your name, Miraluka?”
“Kenar Pavit, Master Jedi.” I bowed my head to her.
“And what do you want here?” This voice was different. It sounded like it was coming through some sort of breathing apparatus, turning I saw it was indeed. It came from a Kel’Dor male Jedi. I ignored his aggressive tone.
“I wish to join you, I have had much training already.” They began to talk to each other, almost as though I wasn’t there.
“He is too old to become a Jedi.”
“But he will have learned the same as we teach our students up to his age.”
“Yes, but we do not know that.”
“Miraluka are strong in the Force.” I raised one hand in front of my chest to try and stop the conversations and put my view across, but was ignored.
“But there is a difference between being strong, and being a Jedi.”
“Yes, there is.”
“Yet we can sense his aura. He would be a Jedi.” I spoke, loudly enough to stop their conversation.
“Apologies, but would you please grant me three days?” As soon as I said it, I regretted it. “Three days, as a trial, if you do not trust me by the end of it then I shall leave with no arguments.”
They accepted, under protest.”
“Give me a weapon. I can help.”
Kenar regretted his trial almost as soon as it began. He could barely move without some sort of questioning stare or barely concealed whisper. The first day went well. He wandered the Temple, Talking to various people and attended a lesson on Jedi ethics run by the female council member he had met earlier. Later that day he had a sparring session with a Jedi Padawan and was able to fight him, unarmed, against his sabre.
At the beginning of day three there came a problem. The Jedi Temple was raided by Dark Jedi, bounty Hunters and mercenaries. Kenar was sent, with the initiates, down to the lowest level of the temple to hide. He hated it. He could have helped. They had been accompanied by a knight down into the depths of the temple and Kenar tried to convince him to let him help, with no success.
The Dark Jedi got deep into the temple. Kenar kept the Initiates quiet and calm by teaching them Force Sight. Then he sensed it. There came the loudest of thuds on the door, and Kenar span round to see the auras the other side of it. A Council member had been thrown into the wall, their left hand was missing, and three Dark Jedi and a bounty Hunter were bearing down upon them.
Kenar waved his right hand, reaching out to the door with the force, and opening it to the side. He walked through, boldly and calmly, reaching out with the Force to the Council Members Lightsabre hilt. It flew easily to his right hand, where he thumbed the ignition and allowed the purple blade to ignite.
The door closed behind him.
It was a swift fight. He sent the bounty hunter into the wall with a flick of his hand, smashing his head down and snapping his neck back, sending him into a state of unconsciousness. He parried a lightsabre blade to the left of himself, ducking to the right and shifting his weight down onto his right foot. He remained between the Dark Jedi and the door to the initiates. He parried another lightsabre blade down to the side, and then caught his attacker in the chest with a Force Push, ramming him backwards into a flight of stairs and snapping his back inwards. He waved his hand again, force pulling the Dark Jedi’s sabre from his hand towards the fight. It ignited into a parry of a blade behind Kenar, whilst he parried the other blade in front of him.
He parried yet another attack and ducked backwards around the other Dark Jedi, slicing downwards into his thigh as he went. Two down. He parried attack after attack, ducking to the side into a slicing before back into parrying again. He went upwards into an attack, aiming his blade under his opponents chin. His blade was blocked and both combatants were forced into a Sabre lock. It was a bad move on the Dark Jedi’s part. Kenar slid his blade down his opponents, arching himself back so to avoid the red blade, towards the hilt. He flicked his blade at the last second and sliced the top off his opponent’s hilt, sending it down to the floor, before catching his opponent in the chest with another force push. He made to turn back to the wounded council member, and return to the initiates, when he sensed another attack coming his way. He turned just in time to catch the force lightning into his left hand, dissipating the Force energy on contact, and threw the lightsabre from his right hand. He guided the hilt with the Force, sending it round to slice through the Dark Jedi’s throat before spinning the blade back around and catching the hilt down to his side. He disignited the blade and turned to run to the side of the Council member.
He could sense the use of a Force Power from the council member, who he now had time to recognise as the Female Human he had encountered previously and who had taught the lesson, and as he reached sensed the slight healing power around her. He touched a hand to her shoulder, focusing force energy into her to support her Force Heal.
“Go. There are more in the Temple. Take my hilt, I believe Master Pavit may need a hand.”
Kenar ran through the temple and aided all those he found. He was able to incapacitate three Dark Jedi and a Mercenary, whilst killing Four Bounty Hunters and two more Dark Jedi.
“Will the caves of Dantooine suffice, or did you have somewhere more extravagant in mind?”
Kenar had done enough to impress the council. He had saved numerous, countless, lives and so was to be rewarded. He was taken as the Padawan Learner of the female Council Member, who’s name was Elria Odannis.
Elria found there was little to teach her Padawan, for he was possibly more adept than she in certain aspects of the Force. The main subject to be taught was the knowledge of various places and peoples across the Galaxy – and occasionally the ethics of the Jedi. The training sessions between Master and Padawan were more sparring sessions and, occasionally, Kenar teaching Elria techniques of the Miraluka.
Three months and six days after being taken as Master Odannis’ Padawan Kenar spoke to her about the construction of his own lightsabre. The only answer Elria gave was in asking where Kenar would feel he should find his crystal. She suggested the caves of Dantooine, for their crystals were always reliable. Kenar felt drawn away from Dantooine, he felt the call of Illum.
Together they went, braving the cold and the harsh terrain. When they reached the cave of Illum Kenar allowed the force to guide him through to find his crystal. He selected a cyan crystal from a small cluster very deep in the cave. Unlike most crystals, however, Kenar’s did not slide from its cluster easily. Kenar, who knew this was the crystal for him, was forced to cut it from the cluster; giving him a rough, course and hardened crystal to build a rough, course and hardened lightsabre.
Upon returning to the temple he began constructing his sabre. He designed it to be lightweight yet with a slightest of tilts towards the top, blade guard, which he crafted to be a simplistic cap. The hilt, at first glance, was perfectly smooth yet bore thin grooves twisting round as a grip. The metal was of a dark, solid metal. The base had a cortosis weave casing, Kenar did not truly know why, he just knew it might come in handy. The crystal sat in a stasis in the centre of the hilt, hidden from view, ready to produce an elegant cyan blade.
“The Blind Knight”
In constructing his sabre, all though he did not know it, Kenar had fulfilled each and every one of the requirements to become a Knight. He was granted the rank three months and six days after the construction of his hilt.
He returned to Alpheridies. He found a ravaged battlefield, long after the battle had taken place. He could feel the Force Energy around the area, he could sense the pain and suffering of the Children that had died. The ground was still warm underfoot.
He found the wreckage of his old home. He found the wreckage of his old school. He found the wreckage of the entire town. He found the bodies of his friends. He found the bodies of his teachers. He found the body of his father. Yet not complete. He found his father, minus an arm, a leg or a chunk out of his stomach.
He left to go back to the temple. He left one battlefield and returned to another. This time, however, he arrived in time. He could sense the terror within the temple, the terror of initiates and younglings, but he knew they lived. He walked from his ship, dropping his sabre hilt into his hand, waiting – internally begging – to be challenged.
Kenar single-handedly marched through the Jedi Temple, cutting down the Dark Jedi and Bounty Hunters that had returned. He left none alive. Just as the Dark Jedi had done. Three initiates had been left alive. Elria was dead.
The initiates panicked as the door opened and he entered the room. But one recognised him as the ‘Blind Knight’. Kenar took them from the temple, to that on Coruscant.
“The Story Continues...”
Writing Sample
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Lightsabre: Cyan
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He designed it to be lightweight yet with a slightest of tilts towards the top, blade guard, which he crafted to be a simplistic cap. The hilt, at first glance, was perfectly smooth yet bore thin grooves twisting round as a grip. The metal was of a dark, solid metal. The base had a cortosis weave casing, Kenar did not truly know why, he just knew it might come in handy. The crystal sat in a stasis in the centre of the hilt, hidden from view, ready to produce an elegant cyan blade.
Force Powers
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Detect Life
Danger Sense
Absorb/Dissipate Energy
Telekinesis
Accelerate Healing
Reduce Injury
Farseeing
Lightsabre Form: Djem So
Kenar Pavit
“The closer you get to the light, the darker your shadow becomes...” – Kenar Pavit
Name: Kenar Pavit (Ken-arr Pah-vit)
Alias: The Blind Knight, The Alpheridies’ Soldier, The Miralukan Apostle
Species: Miraluka
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Home World: Alpheridies
Rank: Jedi Knight
Description
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Kenar stands at average height, for a Miraluka, topping 5ft 8”. He has the build of an athlete, with long and muscular legs, designed for speed. His lower arms are very strong, which has more benefits that one would think, but that is not to say his upper arms are not; for these are yet deceptively so. Across his muscled chest are the tell-tale tattoos of the Miraluka kind, these are a series of images that would tell one that understood them: his parentage; his training; his home planet and possibly more. It is traditional that a Miraluka would update these tattoos regularly with significant life events.
Kenar’s hair is of the darkest of browns, almost black. It is shortened around the back, yet the fronts are left longer so to conceal the empty sockets he has in place of eyes. These sockets are vast, disfiguring crevices stretching down into the face. He skin folds inwards with these caves of a feature thus making them immediately obvious and immediately fowl. His upper lip shapes that of an archers bow, curved and ornate, and both lips are thin and are an elegant feature of his face. His nose is large and crooked, from numerous childhood beatings, and flattened slightly at one side.
Attire
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Kenar’s attire is relatively cliché for a Jedi Knight – the layered tunic, folding over itself first, from left to right, and then crossed over with two sashes coming over each shoulder and down across his torso, held in place by his belt, whilst also dropping vertically down his back – save for one difference: it is of a desaturated green colour. This Jedi attire is then covered in the typical Jedi Robe, this is of a black as dark as to absorb all light into it and captivate all those that look upon it. Unlike most Miraluka, he never wears a hood, and has taken this to the further extreme as his robe does not have a hood for him to wear.
Both his belt and his boots are made of the leather from a Zakkeg, the deepest black leather, with a black fabric band over that. His lightsabre is tied over on back of the belt, to the right hand side: this is hidden from view yet still easily reachable. His comlink is clipped on the right hand side at the front, with a small pouch for credits or other items on the left.
Across his empty eye sockets he wears a tied sash, the same desaturated green as his tunic, with a Miralukan knot tied at the back of his head, the two ends of the sash then run down his back, stopping at the base of his spine.
Personality
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Kenar, like most Miraluka, is a very difficult person to understand. He acts continually calm, he never seems phased by a situation and very few people are able to change his mind once it has been made up. He is one of those people that was forced into a position of leadership and found he was good at it, rather than one who strives to be the leader and is not. He seems to always know the right thing to do, the right method of doing something or know the right people, own the right piece of equipment or know the right Force power. He is someone that you can always depend on because he is someone who never forgets a favour or a friend. The counterpoint to this is that he also never forgets an enemy. He can forgive, but he will not forget. It is always a bad position to put yourself in; an enemy of The Blind Knight.
The problem with him living his life alone is that Kenar cannot get too close to people. His social abilities stretch far enough to formal discussion, analytical debates or unfriendly banter. He does not truly grasp the concept of Friendship – this serves well when attempting to follow the Jedi way, by not forming emotional attachments, but it alienates him from most other people.
History
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‘Yes, life before was much simpler, but this is far more interesting...’
Ralanious Pavit waved over to the girl opposite him as she happened to look up from whatever it was that she was reading. Ral winced as he realised that in waving his hand he had just caused a tray of Damind Lightsabre Crystals to fly from the desk they were on, across the room, into the wall where they made a terribly loud crash before dropping to the floor and making yet another. The next sound that was heard, Ral’s muttered word ‘sorry’ to the open room, was enough to make the entire room explode into hysterical laughter.
The girl opposite Ral was Mia Kessle. She laughed. Ral wanted the floor to open up and swallow him whole. It did not. He shifted the cloth around, concealing his lack of eyes, so that the knot was in a more desirable position and tried to laugh along with everybody. It was awkward. Gradually the laughter died.
Ral’s daily routine was full of him making mistakes. He wasn’t the strongest in the force; he wasn’t the weakest, but definitely not the strongest. He wouldn’t have minded his clumsiness if it wasn’t that always coincided with when Mia was in the room.
Both Ral and Mia were Miraluka students on Alpheridies; both were twelve and being taught the ultimate control of the Force – something that all Miraluka strive to achieve. Ral couldn’t quite master the control required. The goal was that whilst calculating the number of seeds in a jar, whilst some are being added and taken away, be able to conjure a Force Whirlwind between your hands and absorb numerous different Force Powers being used against you by one of the instructors. It was terribly more complicated than it even sounds. Ral had seemed to have gotten it into his head that if he managed to beat this challenge then Mia would swoon and he would have ‘gotten his girl’. Mia had always been a natural with the Force.
Of course life wasn’t like this. He managed to beat the challenge after almost a year of practice; considerably longer than most other Miraluka his age. Mia didn’t seem to notice. It was when they both reached sixteen that Mia started to take notice. At sixteen Miraluka begin to learn sabre combat. Ral was a natural. He was swiftly better that most others his age and was able to take on six or seven others at once. This improved Ral’s fitness and overall physique. Mia liked that.
At seventeen they were together. It turned out they got on very well once Ral was able to overcome his nerves. They would meet up almost every day after their studies. Their relationship only seemed to get stronger as years went by. At the age of twenty-two something happened, however, that would change their relationship drastically. Mia was pregnant.
Yes, life was so much easier before, without a baby on the way, but life now was so much more interesting...
“Gifts from a Mother, teachings of a Father, make the greatest of Miraluka.”
Kenar was born, on the planet Alpheridies, eyeless and Force sensitive: like all of his brethren. A Miraluka birth is never easy. The stress of being born on one so young, and with such little control over such great ability with the force, generally creates a great deal of uncontrollable effects. Kenar was no different. Furniture was crushed and dropped down in a heap, people were lifted upwards into the air and Force Lightning was fired. As it is with many and most Miraluka Births, Mia was injured badly. She died as a result of her injuries, but was able to cling onto life for the next three standard months.
Before she died she was able to witness the first time Kenar utilised Force Sight. It was early with the Miraluka, it was always instinctive. But over time this ability would improve. She died three months and six days after Kenar was born, the scarring from the Force Lightning on her system was far too great and she bled out in the middle of the night. Ral was almost suicidal with grief.
Kenar grew without his mother but having been granted his prowess with the Force. He was a natural. He entered into schooling much like all the other Miraluka his age but, like his Mother, his ability with the force was much superior to those his age and he was, after a week to examine his ability, moved up to join the students three years older than him. He mastered Miraluka sight three days after beginning his schooling.
He grew. He learned. Then, when he reached sixteen, they began learning combat. Kenar wasn’t quite as adept at this as his Father had been, but was able to wield a blade with sufficient skill. He frequently sparred with his Father to try and learn more, try to improve, and within a year was able to match him. He was, with no doubt, one of the strongest Miraluka for some time.
He turned seventeen. Three months and six days after his seventeenth birthday he went and spoke to Ral. He wanted to leave Alpheridies for the Jedi Temple. Ral put up no argument. Miraluka rarely did. He was bidden farewell by most he had lived with. He was the strongest and possibly the wisest of them, and they regarded him highly. Upon leaving he was given a new blind fold: it was of a deep black. Across each side was a pattern of stars. Over the front read a brief sentence in Miralukese, the Miralukan native language, it read: “The Miralukan Apostle”.
“Keep your council to yourself, let the people run the temple.”
Kenar arrived at the Jedi Temple, on Dantooine at the time, after three weeks of cheap travel. As he landed he was immediately greeted by three Jedi Knights, all who had sensed his Force Aura was before he even entered the atmosphere, each with Lightsabres and frowns. He was not regarded as an enemy, but neither was he counted an ally yet.
He was taken before the Jedi Council where he did his best to act appropriately. He bowed down to each of the council members in turn and then turned to face the one that spoke to him.
“It was a strange room. It was down many steps within the temple and there was the faint rush of water coming from the walls. It must have been built deep beside, or even underneath, a river. A human Jedi, the first human I had encountered, spoke. Her voice sounded like that of a wise teacher; smart, yet strict.
“What is your name, Miraluka?”
“Kenar Pavit, Master Jedi.” I bowed my head to her.
“And what do you want here?” This voice was different. It sounded like it was coming through some sort of breathing apparatus, turning I saw it was indeed. It came from a Kel’Dor male Jedi. I ignored his aggressive tone.
“I wish to join you, I have had much training already.” They began to talk to each other, almost as though I wasn’t there.
“He is too old to become a Jedi.”
“But he will have learned the same as we teach our students up to his age.”
“Yes, but we do not know that.”
“Miraluka are strong in the Force.” I raised one hand in front of my chest to try and stop the conversations and put my view across, but was ignored.
“But there is a difference between being strong, and being a Jedi.”
“Yes, there is.”
“Yet we can sense his aura. He would be a Jedi.” I spoke, loudly enough to stop their conversation.
“Apologies, but would you please grant me three days?” As soon as I said it, I regretted it. “Three days, as a trial, if you do not trust me by the end of it then I shall leave with no arguments.”
They accepted, under protest.”
“Give me a weapon. I can help.”
Kenar regretted his trial almost as soon as it began. He could barely move without some sort of questioning stare or barely concealed whisper. The first day went well. He wandered the Temple, Talking to various people and attended a lesson on Jedi ethics run by the female council member he had met earlier. Later that day he had a sparring session with a Jedi Padawan and was able to fight him, unarmed, against his sabre.
At the beginning of day three there came a problem. The Jedi Temple was raided by Dark Jedi, bounty Hunters and mercenaries. Kenar was sent, with the initiates, down to the lowest level of the temple to hide. He hated it. He could have helped. They had been accompanied by a knight down into the depths of the temple and Kenar tried to convince him to let him help, with no success.
The Dark Jedi got deep into the temple. Kenar kept the Initiates quiet and calm by teaching them Force Sight. Then he sensed it. There came the loudest of thuds on the door, and Kenar span round to see the auras the other side of it. A Council member had been thrown into the wall, their left hand was missing, and three Dark Jedi and a bounty Hunter were bearing down upon them.
Kenar waved his right hand, reaching out to the door with the force, and opening it to the side. He walked through, boldly and calmly, reaching out with the Force to the Council Members Lightsabre hilt. It flew easily to his right hand, where he thumbed the ignition and allowed the purple blade to ignite.
The door closed behind him.
It was a swift fight. He sent the bounty hunter into the wall with a flick of his hand, smashing his head down and snapping his neck back, sending him into a state of unconsciousness. He parried a lightsabre blade to the left of himself, ducking to the right and shifting his weight down onto his right foot. He remained between the Dark Jedi and the door to the initiates. He parried another lightsabre blade down to the side, and then caught his attacker in the chest with a Force Push, ramming him backwards into a flight of stairs and snapping his back inwards. He waved his hand again, force pulling the Dark Jedi’s sabre from his hand towards the fight. It ignited into a parry of a blade behind Kenar, whilst he parried the other blade in front of him.
He parried yet another attack and ducked backwards around the other Dark Jedi, slicing downwards into his thigh as he went. Two down. He parried attack after attack, ducking to the side into a slicing before back into parrying again. He went upwards into an attack, aiming his blade under his opponents chin. His blade was blocked and both combatants were forced into a Sabre lock. It was a bad move on the Dark Jedi’s part. Kenar slid his blade down his opponents, arching himself back so to avoid the red blade, towards the hilt. He flicked his blade at the last second and sliced the top off his opponent’s hilt, sending it down to the floor, before catching his opponent in the chest with another force push. He made to turn back to the wounded council member, and return to the initiates, when he sensed another attack coming his way. He turned just in time to catch the force lightning into his left hand, dissipating the Force energy on contact, and threw the lightsabre from his right hand. He guided the hilt with the Force, sending it round to slice through the Dark Jedi’s throat before spinning the blade back around and catching the hilt down to his side. He disignited the blade and turned to run to the side of the Council member.
He could sense the use of a Force Power from the council member, who he now had time to recognise as the Female Human he had encountered previously and who had taught the lesson, and as he reached sensed the slight healing power around her. He touched a hand to her shoulder, focusing force energy into her to support her Force Heal.
“Go. There are more in the Temple. Take my hilt, I believe Master Pavit may need a hand.”
Kenar ran through the temple and aided all those he found. He was able to incapacitate three Dark Jedi and a Mercenary, whilst killing Four Bounty Hunters and two more Dark Jedi.
“Will the caves of Dantooine suffice, or did you have somewhere more extravagant in mind?”
Kenar had done enough to impress the council. He had saved numerous, countless, lives and so was to be rewarded. He was taken as the Padawan Learner of the female Council Member, who’s name was Elria Odannis.
Elria found there was little to teach her Padawan, for he was possibly more adept than she in certain aspects of the Force. The main subject to be taught was the knowledge of various places and peoples across the Galaxy – and occasionally the ethics of the Jedi. The training sessions between Master and Padawan were more sparring sessions and, occasionally, Kenar teaching Elria techniques of the Miraluka.
Three months and six days after being taken as Master Odannis’ Padawan Kenar spoke to her about the construction of his own lightsabre. The only answer Elria gave was in asking where Kenar would feel he should find his crystal. She suggested the caves of Dantooine, for their crystals were always reliable. Kenar felt drawn away from Dantooine, he felt the call of Illum.
Together they went, braving the cold and the harsh terrain. When they reached the cave of Illum Kenar allowed the force to guide him through to find his crystal. He selected a cyan crystal from a small cluster very deep in the cave. Unlike most crystals, however, Kenar’s did not slide from its cluster easily. Kenar, who knew this was the crystal for him, was forced to cut it from the cluster; giving him a rough, course and hardened crystal to build a rough, course and hardened lightsabre.
Upon returning to the temple he began constructing his sabre. He designed it to be lightweight yet with a slightest of tilts towards the top, blade guard, which he crafted to be a simplistic cap. The hilt, at first glance, was perfectly smooth yet bore thin grooves twisting round as a grip. The metal was of a dark, solid metal. The base had a cortosis weave casing, Kenar did not truly know why, he just knew it might come in handy. The crystal sat in a stasis in the centre of the hilt, hidden from view, ready to produce an elegant cyan blade.
“The Blind Knight”
In constructing his sabre, all though he did not know it, Kenar had fulfilled each and every one of the requirements to become a Knight. He was granted the rank three months and six days after the construction of his hilt.
He returned to Alpheridies. He found a ravaged battlefield, long after the battle had taken place. He could feel the Force Energy around the area, he could sense the pain and suffering of the Children that had died. The ground was still warm underfoot.
He found the wreckage of his old home. He found the wreckage of his old school. He found the wreckage of the entire town. He found the bodies of his friends. He found the bodies of his teachers. He found the body of his father. Yet not complete. He found his father, minus an arm, a leg or a chunk out of his stomach.
He left to go back to the temple. He left one battlefield and returned to another. This time, however, he arrived in time. He could sense the terror within the temple, the terror of initiates and younglings, but he knew they lived. He walked from his ship, dropping his sabre hilt into his hand, waiting – internally begging – to be challenged.
Kenar single-handedly marched through the Jedi Temple, cutting down the Dark Jedi and Bounty Hunters that had returned. He left none alive. Just as the Dark Jedi had done. Three initiates had been left alive. Elria was dead.
The initiates panicked as the door opened and he entered the room. But one recognised him as the ‘Blind Knight’. Kenar took them from the temple, to that on Coruscant.
“The Story Continues...”
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In his recently purchased, and even more recently modified YG-4210 Light Freighter he landed down on one of Coruscant’s numerous landing pads. Ensuring he had punched in the security codes he walked down the loading ramp, flicking up his hood as he did so. Kenar Pavit tapped in the security codes for a second time and watched as the loading ramp rose up and sealed itself so to prevent anyone from gaining access onto his ship.
He calmly walked away from his ship and into the bustling streets of Coruscant. Concentrating on his path he weaved in between the mass of people and down one of the back alleys. Nobody was down this alleyway, it was the perfect place for a trap; but none came. He walked calmly out the other side of the alley way and onto Coruscant’s back streets. The ground here was littered with broken glass and other debris.
Kenar walked down a large ramp into Coruscant’s lower levels. Here the walkways were less crowded. The only people here were two or three homeless people huddling together for warmth, or the occasional person hurrying along looking lost. Kenar sensed many people retreating back down side alleys as he walked calmly down the pathway. Kenar's black cloak seemed to strike fear into the few people dotted around down in the lower levels.
He lowered his right hand and force pulled his blaster pistol to him. Keeping it close to his body so that it wouldn't be easily spotted he stopped walking. He could sense the eyes watching him. Many people standing in the shadows and watching him. Kenar sat himself down and crossed his legs, placing his blaster pistol in his lap. He clasped his hands together, resting them on top of his blaster. Closing his eyes Kenar dived into the ever flowing river of the force; allowing the force to flow through him and sharpen his instincts. His breathing steadied as he sat there; meditating.
Kenar could sense these eyes around him. One of them had a strange feel to them, someone with a connection to the force. Well at least he had found him. But then who were the others? Kenar stretched out with the force to search around these unknown people. Each had some form of weapon; none had blasters. Only the force sensitive man. Kenar sensed out to these weapons, they each had some form of melee weapon. Some had Vibrodaggers and some had Stun Batons. None seemed to be a real threat...
He calmly walked away from his ship and into the bustling streets of Coruscant. Concentrating on his path he weaved in between the mass of people and down one of the back alleys. Nobody was down this alleyway, it was the perfect place for a trap; but none came. He walked calmly out the other side of the alley way and onto Coruscant’s back streets. The ground here was littered with broken glass and other debris.
Kenar walked down a large ramp into Coruscant’s lower levels. Here the walkways were less crowded. The only people here were two or three homeless people huddling together for warmth, or the occasional person hurrying along looking lost. Kenar sensed many people retreating back down side alleys as he walked calmly down the pathway. Kenar's black cloak seemed to strike fear into the few people dotted around down in the lower levels.
He lowered his right hand and force pulled his blaster pistol to him. Keeping it close to his body so that it wouldn't be easily spotted he stopped walking. He could sense the eyes watching him. Many people standing in the shadows and watching him. Kenar sat himself down and crossed his legs, placing his blaster pistol in his lap. He clasped his hands together, resting them on top of his blaster. Closing his eyes Kenar dived into the ever flowing river of the force; allowing the force to flow through him and sharpen his instincts. His breathing steadied as he sat there; meditating.
Kenar could sense these eyes around him. One of them had a strange feel to them, someone with a connection to the force. Well at least he had found him. But then who were the others? Kenar stretched out with the force to search around these unknown people. Each had some form of weapon; none had blasters. Only the force sensitive man. Kenar sensed out to these weapons, they each had some form of melee weapon. Some had Vibrodaggers and some had Stun Batons. None seemed to be a real threat...
Lightsabre: Cyan
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He designed it to be lightweight yet with a slightest of tilts towards the top, blade guard, which he crafted to be a simplistic cap. The hilt, at first glance, was perfectly smooth yet bore thin grooves twisting round as a grip. The metal was of a dark, solid metal. The base had a cortosis weave casing, Kenar did not truly know why, he just knew it might come in handy. The crystal sat in a stasis in the centre of the hilt, hidden from view, ready to produce an elegant cyan blade.
Force Powers
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Detect Life
Danger Sense
Absorb/Dissipate Energy
Telekinesis
Accelerate Healing
Reduce Injury
Farseeing
Lightsabre Form: Djem So
Kenar Pavit
