Post by Dutch on Oct 19, 2009 17:20:45 GMT -5
Name: Levin Caelum
Race: Human/Apithiri
Age: 47
Birthplace: Coruscant, Red Light District
Allegiance: Jedi Order/ Jedi Blades
Status: Jedi Healer/ Knight-Healer
Rank: High Councilor/ High-General
Appearance:
Levin is on the shorter side for his heritage; five inches shorter compared to most Apithiri males. His eyes are a cool grey color and have an almost constant stern look in them. Yet behind that sternness is a confidence and a strange comfort. His face is often seen with stubble, never anything longer. Lev’s dark hair is often slightly unkempt, usually due to the hours spent on healing duty. The Jedi is in excellent physical shape, with a broad chest and muscled limbs. His physical prowess is more due to his Apithir bloodline than any active effort.
Like many Jedi, Levin is often wrapped in the robes of his Order. Mostly when within Republic territory, given the respect and attention given to a Jedi. When out on maneuvers with the Blades or an assigment that takes him out of Republic space, Levin dons more civilian style clothing. Light tunics and comfortable pants, along with a sturdy pair of combat boots and a tan overcoat. It isn’t uncommon for Levin to keep his lightsaber hidden up one of these sleeves.
The man can be unnervingly still, to the point of even seeming to rarely blink. Yet when necessary, the Jedi moves with quick, confident motions. This applies to both healing and combat. Levin’s body is almost completely void of any scar tissue, thanks to his mastery over the healing arts.
Personality:
Blunt and to the point, Levin has a bit of a lack in regards to his bedside manner. Eternally focused on what is before him, many accuse him of being narrow-minded. Though not rude, Levin has been known to ruffle the feathers of those who don’t wish to hear a harsh truth. The Jedi almost never lies, and when forced to is clearly terrible at it.
Very attuned to the Lightside, Levin has devoted his life to channeling its power to remove evil from the galaxy. As much as he attempts to follow the Jedi Code, Levin more often than not will follow where the Force leads him. Some see Lev as an avatar for the Light, while others consider his methods more akin to that of a grey Jedi.
Undoubtedly one of the most talented Healers of his peers, Levin takes no arrogance in his abilities. A mixture of humility and certainty, he knows his limits and his capabilities. Yet within these, he would not deny his potency in the Force. From an early age his Master voiced her opinions on his importance for the Galaxy, and Levin has come to believe this as well.
Ships/Vehicles: Commands the High Charity
Equipment: N/A
Lightsaber:
A dual-phase shoto, usually hidden up the sleeve of his robe or coat. It is all one smooth, seamless piece. A bright, shiny silver color, with no visible ignition switch- its switch a small pressure spot where all it takes is a light touch to use. At his will it can extend to a full sized lightsaber, but only if prolonged combat is necessary.
Color: Silver
Stats:
Strength - Average
Agility - Above Average
Intelligence - Above Average
Charisma – Below Average
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic- Journeyman
Telepathic- Expert
Body- Journeyman
Sense- Expert
Protection- Apprentice
Healing:– Master
Destruction– Unskilled
Combat Training:
Grapple/Disarm CQC Training- Journeyman
Force Training:
Force Light- Master
Force Healing- Master
Force Blinding- Expert
Other Training:
First Aid- Expert
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho- Expert
Makashi- Master
Niman- Master
Biography:
Blessed Beginnings: Birth- 10
Levin Caelum was born to an odd couple indeed. His mother, a cantina dancer, was a simply stunning woman, often mistaken for Hapan even though she was born and raised on Coruscant. His father, was a proud Apithiri, going to Coruscant only once, but it was that once that would seal the fate of Levin. His father had gone to Coruscant on Council business, but the cantina was something he had heard about, and wanted to experience. At the cantina, the minute Lev’s mother stepped onto the dancing stage, the Apithiri was hypnotized by the way her body moved. That night the pair would spend it together, the Apithiri leaving before the dancer even woke up, and never contacting her again.
When Lev was born, his mother was less than a perfect mother, going back to work at the cantina since her maternity leave, but not really because she didn’t love her baby, or do everything she could for him, but simply because she had to work very often. But the Force works in interesting ways. One night as Lev’s mother was getting ready for work, a stranger showed up. Clad in Jedi robes, this female Nautolan smiled warmly at the young mother and her baby. The friendly woman introduced herself as Master Raeni Alvita, Jedi, and Healer for the Order. She explained to Lev’s mother that she had visions of Lev for twenty years now, since the day she became a Jedi Padawan herself, visions of a great man, a pillar of Light for the Jedi, a man who if he came with her to the Temple, would grow into an amazing healer, and save countless amounts of lives. Lev’s mother gave him up almost instantly, the young girl worrying that her baby wouldn’t have a future at this rate.
And so, at one, Raeni took Lev with her back to the temple, though she offered to take care of him personally, the Council reminded her not to get attached- something the young Master did often. Lev was placed with the other younglings of that age, to be tended to until he was old enough to start taking youngling classes with the rest of the children. As time went on, Lev began to grow. A quiet child, he never cried, but was obviously happy, even if he rarely showed it. This behavior continued as he turned five and started his youngling classes. He never spoke in the classes, his masters beginning to think the boy mute. Until they finally asked him if he was ok, and Lev replied with a simple “Yes, Master.” It was deemed he was perfectly sane, just naturally quiet.
In all his classes, Lev never showed any prowess with either the Force or with a lightsaber. However, he wasn’t lacking in either, just seemed like a middle of the road type man. Lev wasn’t sure how he felt on this, on one hand, not lacking in anything felt good, but not excelling, where most children did excel in something. It wasn’t jealousy necessarily, but he wanted to feel special too. Time went on, and Lev continued to try his best, his youngling years spent practicing, but it seems he never reached that point where he felt he improved. It wasn’t until after his tenth birthday, that he was told just how special he was.
Chosen: 10-15
”Levin, you are unique; the Force has picked you for something amazing. You have been chosen to be a vessel of the Lightside itself…”
These words would shake the world of the youngling, the very woman who found him telling the boy this one early morning. Raeni- the Nautolan Jedi who brought Levin to the temple, approached him in the Room of a Thousand Fountains as he was relaxing, and dropped this bomb of information on him. She then explained that the Force had also chosen her to train him, as for thirty years now, she had had visions of an older Lev. Raeni then explained that they were both rare, in a sense that she, and one day Lev, can channel the Light side of the Force to weaken the darkside.
Lev didn’t know much about this “darkside”, only ever over heard Knights talking about it every once in a while. But as the pair went for a walk among the Room of a Thousand Fountains, Raeni explained the darkside to Levin, sparing no details. The very thought of it sickened the young boy, to do some of the things those people did was just heinous. The Nautolan then explained that they were both able to contain, weaken and even sometimes negate the Darkside. Levin was fascinated by Raeni’s words, every drop being absorbed by the youngling.
She then sat him down, and simply asked him if he was willing to become her Padawan learner, become the great Jedi she has seen him become. It was as if destiny itself whispered through Lev, the only word he could muster was
”Yes”
And so, Levin began his real training under Jedi Master Raeni Alvita. Raeni was an interesting master, prone to bad jokes and even worse puns at inappropriate times. No matter how hard she tried, she could never get a laugh, smirk, chortle, chuckle, nothing out of Lev, who would just look at her with a blank stare. This didn’t deter the woman though; it seemed her goal was to not only train him, but to make him smile once. Lev remained quiet all throughout his training, the boy a naturally stoic person it seemed.
The first thing Raeni started training Levin with was Force Light itself, the power difficult to use, and even more difficult to start. Raeni started him off with some meditation practices, learning to channel the very essence of the Lightside. It was difficult for Lev, he would sit with Raeni for hours at a time in meditation chambers, trying to do as she said. It involved drawing upon what she called the “inner Light”, delving deep into your own presence in the Force. Lev didn’t feel anything for years, three passing before he finally found it. As if it had been sitting under piles of mental garbage, he delved deeper into himself than he ever had before. The thought of the evil people in the galaxy came to mind, killing, raping, destroying without a care in the galaxy- it made him sick. But if he was to attain this power, he could help stop them, and save others. It began to build up, the sheer will of Lev beginning to shine.
Raeni watched with an amused smile as she kept her eyes on Lev, it seemed gradual at first, but as Lev it that peak of realization, it was as if Levin’s Force presence physically manifested. The area around Lev literally began to glow a faint white, the very presence of the room went quiet, and the temperature seemed to rise to comfortable warmth. She smiled wider, giggling before saying
”I always knew you were a bright one!”
Lev came out of his meditation instantly, looking right at Raeni with a less than amused expression. He had finally attained the most difficult part of Force Light, and that was finding it within himself. After he had reached that point, Raeni started to teach Lev more as she trained him in Force Light. She explained to him that having such a powerful healing gift was a sign that more should be explored, and as she did with her master, Levin would start to study the healing arts.
Levin was fascinated by the theory of Force Heal, using the very essence of it to mend and revive the wounded. Lev delved over every file he could find in the Archives about the healing techniques, going with Raeni to the medical ward for practice. His time spent in the ward soon went into his free time as well. While Raeni was away, or busy, he would often go there to assist the healers as he could. As his training went on, Lev actually had to step in occasionally to aid the healers with emergencies, saving several Jedi’s lives even at the young age of fifteen. As his life progressed, Lev would continue to study the healing arts, certain now of his role as a Jedi.
Using his inner Light and Force Heal were not the only skills that Master Alvita parted unto him. During his time training with these two powers, she introduced one of the simplest- but handiest- abilities a Jedi could learn. By focusing on moving the air molecules rapidly in front of the user, they could use the Force to make an instant flash of bright light, effectively blinding the opponent for a second. After learning Force Light, this ability came rather naturally for him. Raeni and him would spend about an hour or two a day practicing, Lev clenching his right hand into a fist before thrusting it forward and warping the Force, sending a quick bright flash from his hand. Raeni explained that in a combat that you can't win, it is foolish to give in and die, but it was equally foolish to lean on the darkness and give in to the temporary boost of power, Blinding could give a healer the perfect amount of time to flee a battle, or to finish it with a quick, clean strike.
Raise My Flashing Sword: 15-16
It was time, Lev had found his niche within the ranks of the Jedi, and now, it was time for him to learn one last thing. Raeni began to teach Lev more advanced lightsaber forms. She started teaching him both Makashi, and some Niman, explaining when Lev inquired why a healer needs to learn to fight.
”A healer can’t heal when they’re dead, right?”
It made sense to Lev, never really thinking of it that way. She explained healers were rare and good healers even rarer. The loss of a healer was always a sad event, as so few Jedi had the patience, the talent, and the strength to be one.
Raeni taught Lev of her unique one handed Niman style, stating that as a healer, and as a user of Force Light, keeping a hand free while keeping versatile was a priceless skill. Lev rather enjoyed this practice, using his complete body instead of just his hands. But, even after all this time, Lev had yet to build his own, his studies and practices halting his progress in making one. Until his Master told him to wander around the Temple, let the Force take him to his Lightsaber components.
As he wandered, Lev kept his eyes closed the entire time. A full day he wandered, in and out of the grounds, slowly feeling out with the Force, searching for his lightsaber. He really shouldn’t have been surprised when he ended up outside the medical ward of the Temple, the soft glow of kolto tanks almost beckoning the young Jedi in. Lev was instantly drawn to the pieces as he entered; his eyes fixed as each part called out to him. The energy cell and insulator from an Energyslicer, the lenses from an Interscope, the emitter and matrix from an Osseinadze, and the hilt and pommel cap from the handle of a Nettleclout. All that remained to the young Jedi, was the crystals.
No matter how long Lev moved about the temple, they didn’t jump out at him. Instead of getting frustrated though, he instead talked to Raeni about how he felt, and the she decided the best thing to do next, was meditate, let the Force tell them where Lev’s crystals were. And so the pair did, Raeni would meditate with him when she could, but otherwise, Levin would sit for hours in the chambers, listening, watching, and waiting. After a week of this, a single name drifted into his mind, a name he didn’t recognize.
”Tatooine…”
By Lev’s best guess, it must have been a planet, what with Dantooine and Klatooine, being planets as well, and sounding similar. When he prodded his Master about information on it, she was reluctant at first, simply stating that it was a desert planet outside of Republic territory. At first, she flat out refused to take Levin there, stating that her species didn’t fare well in the heat. He simply looked at her with that same emotionless gaze, and then stated either she come with him, or he’ll go alone. Luckily for Lev, Raeni harbored a deep motherly bond for the boy, and agreed to take him to the Hutt controlled world.
Masquerading as geologists, Levin and Raeni landed in Anchorhead, Raeni donning an envirosuit to stay damp and happy. The master followed Lev as he moved about the town, soon making it to a bazaar full of merchants. He had never seen anything like it, people of all sorts of species selling everything from strange hairless animals, to illegally modified weaponry. But it was one table that drew the young man right too it. Sitting under a ripped and holy large umbrella was an elderly female Echani, her eyes cloudy with a daydream. Lev stepped towards her, but froze as she suddenly gasped as if she was about to die. But instead of crumpling into a tattered robe heap, she reached to the table in front of her, a bunch of random rocks, stones… and crystals sitting there. Quickly snatching a couple items, she leaped at Lev, grasping his right hand in her dry, soft hands. She looked up at him with teary eyes, completely ignoring Raeni as her hand went to her curved hilt lightsaber. The woman then spoke, her voice barely audible over the crowd.
”You… I’ve seen you… You save my granddaughter… Thank you…”
Her hands slid off of Levin’s, slowly retreating back to her little stand, a satisfied smile on her toothless face. He looked down to see a few crystals in his hand, one was a light silver, and very clear, and the other two completely clear. Lev blinked down at them, but Raeni but a hand to the breathing apparatus over her mouth. She explained that he had been given a great gift, the rare and beautiful Durindfire gem. The pair left Tatooine that same afternoon, Lev holding and meditating with the crystals the entire trip home.
Over the next three month, Levin would spend all his free time in his quarters, meditating on the components before him, letting the Force move his mind and hands. Until finally, at sixteen, Lev had finished his lightsaber, it’s solid, polished, silver handle fitting him perfectly. With a Snap-hiss! He ignited it for the first time, the almost white blade setting a pearlescent glow on anything reflective, including the handle. He marveled at the tool and weapon, his very Force presence washing off it. Lev physically, was now complete.
Progression: 16- 22
The years would tick by, Raeni continuing to teach Lev more in the ways of Force Light, Healing, and her special one handed Niman lightsaber style. Lev proved to be very potent indeed, going with Raeni on missions involving minor Darkside Nexus’ in people, places, and items- even using his own Force Light to weaken then finally smite the presence. It brought him a confident satisfaction after every time, not necessarily proud of himself, but glad to rid the galaxy of a kernel of evil.
Along with his endless drills between lightsaber combat and the Force, Raeni began to teach Levin some hand to hand combat. She explained that if one is ever separated from their lightsaber, it was important to learn how to defend oneself. And so, Raeni began to teach him her own martial art. A mixture of disarming attacks paired with well timed disabling attacks. Using their enhanced knowledge of anatomy and acute senses, just like their lightsaber style, they managed to do the most amount of damage in the least amount of moves. Though this training would be practiced, it was far overshadowed by his lightsaber form training and Force training.
He even began to get the hang of Shii-Cho, trying to learn all he could about it before focusing on Raeni’s style- as it was the foundation of all forms, and to learn it, was to learn more of his preferred style. Raeni did her best to teach Lev this, finally succeeding around the time Levin turned twenty. In between these sparring and learning sessions, Lev would go to the medical ward, once more aiding the healers as needed, his skills with the healing arts only getting better and better with time, not before long, Levin himself was rivaling some of the Knight level healers in skill, something that no one complained about. The more good healers, the better, and Lev was very good.
Another couple of years passed, Levin had reached the age of twenty two, went from being a quiet young boy, to a stoic and handsome man. Raeni was very proud of her first apprentice, Lev growing up into the very image she had seen for almost her own entire life. It wasn’t long before she approached the High Council, requesting that he begin his trials into Knighthood. The council accepted her request, and told her to pass the message on, the trials will be held, and Levin would be notified soon.
The Endeavor: 22-24
Before any planning could be done though, it was if the Force itself ushered Levin into Knighthood. What would be deemed his trial of skill came in the form of a hot, late Coruscant night. Helping the healers with some kolto tank maintenance, a sudden cry came out, calling for all immediate healers to come. Lev moved with the other healers into the procedure room, a gruesome site lying on the table. A male Jedi had received what looked like a vibroblade slash to his stomach, reds- and the worst color, browns slid off his form, an almost certainly deadly wound.
In the heat of the moment, one of the healers went to start using Force Heal instantly- but Lev knew that’d seal the fate of the Jedi. Rushing forward, Levin pushed that healer aside and quickly got to healing the right way. If the Jedi was simply healed as is, the fecal matter would be trapped within him, and cause a deadly infection. And so with diligent hands, Lev delved deep into the wound with the Force, eyes closed as he grasped every bit of tissue and waste. Using the Force to stop the man’s flow of feces into the wound, he held one hand just over the would, while the other made repetitive rowing motions, using the Force to draw out all the fecal matter and blood then dropping it in a receptacle.
It took three hours of constant work just to clean the wound, and when Levin was satisfied with it, he began the healing. The Force moved from Lev in soft white lights, tendrils of it sewing and renewing as he focused. With closed eyes, the young man worked, soon moving his now free left hand to the side of the Jedi’s face, pushing a feeling of relaxation and comfort into his mind the best he could. Another three hours passed, and Lev had finally finished healing the wound, where there was once a mess of flesh and guts, now a single white line traced over where the wound had been opened. The healers that were present were so impressed, they immediately informed the council of his deed, and it was deemed that Levin’s trial of skill had indeed been passed.
That next day, Levin went for a walk outside the Temple walls, wearing civilian clothing, he pondered upon what he had done the night before. It was simply incredible, he had never healed someone of a wound of that caliber- but not only did he do it, but he did it perfectly. It was the first time Lev had felt any pride in what he had accomplished. But the Force works in mysterious ways. Not a second after he had felt that pride, a sudden warning shot into his mind. Dodging to the right, he heard a Snap-hiss! and turned to see a Nikto man with a fiery red lightsaber- a user of the darkness. Lev’s dodge had taken him to the edge of the walkway as well as threw him off balance. The Nikto used this opportunity, and Force pushed Levin off the walkway, sending him plummeting towards the undercity. While falling, Lev did his best to use the Force to slow his fall, but he was untrained in that aspect, amateur at best. But his time only got worse, his green and silver eyes scanning everything below him. Speeders darted and criss-crossed below Levin, but his eyes locked on a single large transport speeder. This was going to hurt, and Lev knew it.
He held his hands out towards the speeder rapidly moving to intercept him, using what minor skill he had with shielding to throw a small one up. But it would only stop so much. The collision was detrimental, Lev’s shield snapping the second the speeder made contact. Levin survived the collision, but his mind was fogged by the intense pain that radiated from his right arm and torso, being tossed like a rag doll on top of a derelict building in the undercity before rolling into the massive rain gutter that ran along the edges of the roof. He passed out the minute he landed, a Force trance taking him to a protective state. Lev didn’t know how much time had passed when he awoke.
But when he did awake, it was to sharp, jagged pains rocking his body. Lev almost panicked for a second, these wounds felt fatal, until it was as if a silent comfort touched him. He had felt this feeling before; it came to him whenever he meditated. It was the Force itself comforting him, reassuring him, telling him he had the power to save his own life. First thing was first though, Lev needed to meditate and try to rest; this would take his full concentration. And so he did, for an hour, letting the Force flow into his mind and body, dulling his pain while easing his mind.
The first thing he needed to do was heal his other arm which lay limp in sallow waters. With a pained groan, Lev gingerly grasped his broken arm with his good one, and began feeling around the arm with the Force. Slowly but surely, Levin mapped out his broken bones, and went into the slow and tenuous procedure of healing it. A day passed until Lev finally let go, collapsing back into the still waters, but holding up his now mended arm. A lesson was to be had from this, Lev knew that. He had shown pride for just a second, and in that second, the Force struck out and smote that feeling, sending him back to the ground. After a small nap, Lev began to meditate on the real problem- his 11 broken ribs.
After mapping the wounds out, Levin was relieved to discover none were broken, only fractures that webbed half of his cage. So, it would take a long time, but he knew he’d be able to heal himself. He would sleep the best he could at nights, then for as long as he could, Lev would slowly heal the cracks and fractures in his rib cage. Five days later, he was found by a Republic patrol, Raeni was with them, the Nautolan woman instantly rushing to her apprentice, apologizing that it took so long, she had been offworld for a few days, and due to Lev's reclusive nature, no on else had really noticed he was missing, she helped him back to the Temple that day, thanking the Force that her student was skilled enough to save his own life. After questioning from the Council about what happened, they deemed his amazing story was not only true, but worthy to be placed as his trial of Flesh for Knighthood.
At the age of twenty three, Lev was now halfway through his trials into Knighthood- all that remained was his trial of courage and spirit. It wouldn’t be until just after Levin turned 24 that he would face his final set of trials- and they would be the ones that would truly test to see if Levin was worthy being a Knight of the Light.
Absolute Advent: 24
A protection mission, that’s what was deemed to be Levin’s first solo mission. Yes, he was still a Padawan, but resources were tight, and this was to be a simple escort. Little did Levin know, but this would be one of the most pivotal moments in his life. Passing through the space from Aleen to Malastare, Levin accompanied a large group of refugees from a continent-wide sickness on Aleen, going with them on a massive passenger freighter to Malastare.
Late one night, when everyone was in the passenger and crew quarters below deck, Levin wandered on guard duty, the only sound the hum of the ship’s reactor and hyperdrive. But something felt off to Lev, whose hand went to rest on his hilt. With a sudden jolt, the ship was pulled from hyperspace, sending Lev head first into a wall, passing out not long after. Lev awoke to the taste of stale air and utter silence; soon discovering that almost all the ship’s power was off, save for what sounded like life support. Lev wandered the entire second deck, trying to pry open the doors to the other decks both manually and with the Force, but the mechanics were far too complex for him. It wasn’t long before Lev began seeing things in the corner of his vision, flashes of pale, but never getting a good look. Lightsaber in hand, Lev soon found out that he was trapped on the second deck of this ship- nothing here of interest besides the cockpit, just a bunch of walking room.
As Lev made his way down the long hall to the cockpit, the things moving in the shadows started to become more and more frequent, accompanied by the light padding of feet. He ignited his lightsaber, the silver touched white glow bathing the hall around him. Levin kept walking until a motion finally caught his eye in a room as he passed it. Turning back and peeking in, he saw what looked like a woman crying over a bloody body. Lightsaber held at his side, he stepped into the room, trying to feel out with the Force, but it was as if a large sponge filled the ship, absorbing anything Force wise. He inhaled to ask what was happening, when the woman moved with a jerking motion, like an animal perking up to the sound of pray. She whipped around, and what Lev saw wasn’t human. Giant bulbous eyes with no iris faced him, and a blood covered mouth filled with pointed teeth let out a shriek.
Lev doubled back and took a step out of the room, lightsaber at the ready as the woman moved on all fours towards him. But not a second after that, the padding of more feet was heard, and Lev looked down at the hall to his right to see it filled with similar looking people, completely human except for their faces. Drool and blood dripped from their mouths, all of them gasping the air. A male one suddenly shrieked and the entire mob began to scuttle towards Lev, who then turned tail and ran as fast as he could towards the waiting cockpit door. Using what little training he had with speeding himself up, Lev pushed with all his might, getting a minute lead on the mob finally. He flew into the cockpit and used all his might to pull the door closed and locked it, slumping to the ground as the things began pounding on the metal, impenetrable door.
For hours the things pounded on the door, shrieking and howling frustrated by their next meal denying them. Finally, it seemed like they left, and Lev felt comfortable to check his surroundings. Empty seats, dead instrument panels, even the viewport had its protective metal covers over it, obscuring any site of what was happening outside. Lev inhaled slowly before closing his eyes, trying to reach out with the Force, get a feel for his surroundings. But just like before, it was as if his prodding was being absorbed. After deciding it was futile for now, Lev sat in one of the free seats, then closed his eyes for some much needed rest.
He awoke the next morning, but as soon as his silver lined eyes began to look around, he realized that this was no nightmare, and that the power was still not right. Lev moved back towards the cockpit entrance, moving slow and quiet. He needed to try and find any food or water, as well as a way off the deck. Lev could use his lightsaber to cut through the doors slowly- but those things were out there, and he would not expose innocents to them. But what were they? Some sort of rare species that preyed on space faring folk? Or was it the very virus that these refugees were fleeing from, turning them into some sort of flesh crazed monsters. Either way, Lev needed to find a way to survive. He tapped on the door, listening intently for any shrieks, howls, or shuffling noises. When he heard nothing, Lev opened the door slowly and stepped out into the darkness.
Nothing was found, and there was no sign of the creatures anymore. Lev soon had to rely on the Force itself, going into deep meditative states while locked in the cockpit, drawing what little sustenance that he could from it. Two weeks passed, Lev continuing to sleep and hide in the cockpit as needed, but the things began showing up again- not in the numbers from the first encounter, but either one at a time, or in small groups, shrieking and lunging, frantically attacking him whenever met. As needed, he would dispatch them, his silver blade cleaving these evil creatures- though sometimes they would over run Lev, desperate to keep contact with them to a minimum, Lev would flee back to his haven in the cockpit. The weeks of stress and starvation began to take their toll on the man physically, dark bags showing up under his eyes, and he became gaunt thin. Another week passed, Lev had almost explored the entire deck, discovering there was simply no other way out of it, and the creatures were always present, their presence increasing more and more as Levin explored more. And so, he finally gave up on trying to focus on escaping, and locked himself in the cockpit- now focusing on simply surviving.
Five weeks had ticked by, Levin a shell of his former self, his clothes hung loosely on his frame, his beard thick and hair shaggy. The only thing keeping him alive, was the Force itself, the man’s sheer will to live keeping him sane and alive. It wasn’t until the end of the fifth week that it dawned on him. It made sense now. The oddity of only some of the ship shutting down, the strange creatures that only showed sometimes, the obscured Force all around, even the removal of a ship from hyperspace. Levin opened his eyes to see quite a sight. Crouched in the corner of the room, sat something in the same clothes as him.
This thing looked at him with massive iris-less eyes, and grinned dagger like teeth. This was of the Darkside itself, the pure essence of evil. The thing held out its arm, and a copy of Lev’s lightsaber was pulled from the sleeve, stowed just like his. Dark Lev lunged at him with a howl, silver blade igniting and sent at him. Lev ignited his own lightsaber, quickly throwing out his arm and focusing right in front of his palm, a sudden bright light flashing as Lev used Force Blind to catch Dark Lev off guard. The pair soon got into the fight, silver on silver clashing repeatedly, Dark Lev shrieking and howling as it attacked. But Lev knew the only way he would win this, would be by the Force itself. Striking with all his might, Lev knocked Dark Lev’s lightsaber from his hands before punting it in the chest, casting it down to the floor. Lev snapped his blade right in front of the massive eyes that stared up at him, and Lev inhaled slowly. He turned his free hand open palmed at the abomination, reaching into himself with everything he had- but the Light didn’t come alone, a whisper went through his mind, and Lev turned stern eyes at the thing.
“The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the iniquities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who in the name of charity and goodwill shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great will and furious might on those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know I am the Light when I lay my judgment upon thee…”
Shouted Lev as a bright light radiated down his arm, progressively brighter flashes emitting from within his palm. As Levin reached the end of his sudden speech, the Light flashed brightest, Dark Lev letting out one last horrid wailing screech before being turned to ash, and disappearing altogether. Lev exhaled and collapsed, his lightsaber switching off as he fell to his knees. Not a second later, machinery whirred, and lights blinked on. A clunking sound notified Lev that the viewport shields were about to move, and slowly slid open to reveal a horrid site. At least fifty other ships drifted lazily in space, each one dark, and of all sorts of makes from all sorts of times. Not five minutes later, the crew dashed into the cockpit to find Lev kneeling in the center of it, exhausted and beat. They quickly fed and watered him, taking the Jedi down to the medbay to recover. He was pleased as the medic explained that everyone had plenty of food and water the entire time, they were just grateful that it was over. Lev never told them what had happened, choosing to stay silent.
On his arrival to Coruscant, he once more stood in front of the High Council, still gauntly thin from his five week excursion. He told them of the freighter, the darklings, the Force Nexus, and of his tainted self. The Jedi were simply fascinated by Levin’s tale, it had been a long time since they had heard of a literally facing off with oneself. Levin then explained how his dark self was more than just a vision, it was the Darkside Nexus itself incarnate, and the darklings manifestations of the Nexus itself- the years of tormenting innocents giving it an almost intelligent state. By smiting his dark self using Force Light- he effectively re-lit that portion of the galaxy, releasing the souls of those trapped within the Nexus. After it was cleared, the crew was able to complete their objective or taking the refugees to their temporary home, and Lev simply took a charter back to Coruscant to report the happening.
He showed courage with surviving on nothing but the Force, and fending off the darklings, and faced the mirror of his monstrous self. That day, Levin Caelum was dubbed Jedi, Knight of the Republic.
Attaining Harmonization: 24-35
Now that he was alone, not bound to a master nor an apprentice, Levin decided it was time for him to work at perfecting himself. After talking with the head of the healers in the Temple, Lev dedicated most of his time to working in the medical ward of the Temple. From the early morning hours until mid-afternoon, Lev would work as a healer, taking a short lunch break after that then going to the training chambers to spar and perfect the one handed Niman Raeni taught him.
Sometimes, Raeni herself would join Levin in the sparring chambers, perfecting and fine tuning his swordplay as the years passed. Finally, at thirty, Levin and Raeni both felt that he had learned all he could of this unique style. Even after this mastery of the form, Lev would still go and practice the style with other Jedi- proving to be a decent opponent, but not invincible. However, as he got more comfortable with the style, he would spend less time sparring and more time either meditating or working as a healer.
During these years of training, Levin would occasionally be dispatched as more than just a healer of flesh, but a healer of the Force using his Light. Two cases total in those years, the first one was considered easy- a former club needing to be cleansed from the trapped, terrified spirits of patrons that died in an explosion. This nexus was very weak compared to the one Lev had encountered in space years ago, and even felt different, the Jedi taking note that not every bit of the Darkness was necessarily evil, sometimes it just started with a group of fearful people. As he lay those wayward spirits to rest, what had become his prayer would be spoken- the power of his words and the Light filling him, making his Light shine all the brighter.
The second occurrence was much more disturbing. A pair of Dark Jedi that had been causing havoc on Corellia had to be taken down. The first group of Jedi sent did dispatch the pair, but not before the female gave birth in the heat of the fight. The Jedi did not feel that this boy was Force sensitive, and left him to be raised in an orphanage. As the first year of the child’s life went on, strange happenings occurred at the orphanage, a few of the workers and even several children killed by freak accidents within the building and around it. The orphanage’s headmaster contacted the Jedi with news of these happenings, requesting aid as soon as possible. To determine whether the Darkside was causing this or not, Levin was sent with another Jedi named Kirin to find out what was happening. It was immediately noted by Levin the minute he stepped near the orphanage, the Darkside was indeed causing these deaths- but he did not know how yet.
After interviewing workers and children, Lev met this child of the Dark Jedi, and what he saw sitting in a crib wasn’t a baby at all, a twisted visage peered up at Lev, a pair of fangs protruding from his gums and slit pupil red eyes glared. This would only appear to Lev though, the darkness within this child taking form in his mind’s eye. It revolted Levin in every way, the Jedi having to turn away from the grotesque site. After explaining to Kirin what this thing was, he wasn’t sure whether or not it would survive the cleansing.
He took a deep breath ten began reciting his prayer as he held his hand right above the baby, the Light beginning to radiate off his hand in strengthening waves of brightness. With closed eyes, Levin finished the act, instantly feeling the darkness get drawn from the child and dispersed. But when he looked down, his face was a grim mask. The now cleansed baby lay still in its crib, neither moving nor breathing. He had hoped that it would have survived the ritual- but the Darkside was far to intertwined within the child. Levin stayed for the baby’s funeral, but returned to Coruscant as soon as he could.
Years passed without another incident in which he needed to use Force Light- something Lev was grateful for. He spent his time as always, working in the medical ward and keeping his skills sharp by regular exercises and sparring sessions. His life remained uneventful until after his 35th birthday- when he would face his greatest challenge yet.
Being startled awake in the middle of the night, Lev screamed and clutched at his chest, a sudden fiery then ice cold pain shooting diagonally across it. A familiar presence touched his mind and the man bolted from his room, still in nothing but his sleeping pants. The Force led Levin towards the Temples landing bay to see a medical transport land. From it came several emergency medical technicians wheeling in a Nautolan female on the gurney. Lev recognized his former master instantly, running to her side and looking her over. Her aqua skin was ashy and dry looking, and across her chest was what was obviously a lightsaber wound. They made their way into the emergency ward, Lev sliding his hands under his master and lifting her from the gurney, setting her gently onto the procedure table. Lev called for water and pulled his Master’s robe open to reveal the wound. It was very long, and it was clean, the skin and flesh around the wound cooked. Lev directed the other healers to use a towel to keep Raeni’s head damp for comfort, in the mean time, he poured his everything into his Master- desperate to save her life.
Thirteen hours passed, and Lev hadn’t moved from Raeni’s side. After all the hours of work and focus, she didn’t make it, Lev throwing aside the instrument table and storming out of the ward. Not long after, Lev had centered himself and recovered from the shock of not being able to save his own Master’s life- the wound had been too old, too deep, and meant to kill. He knew of the type of person that did this, the dark ones- slaves to their own greed, hate, fear, lust, and gluttony. Lev would not let any more innocents die he decided that day, that he would protect and heal them.
It seemed that his Master's death only strengthened his conviction to the healing arts- it took some time to truly come to terms with her death, luckily, his studies in Healing did tell him there was literally nothing that could be done after the first attempt. Lightsaber wounds were difficult, and unless a nonfatal strike, next to impossible to heal. He would then start to focus more on lightsaber type wounds, aiding with as many sparring and training accidents as he could, slowly getting better at healing the clean, devastating wound that only a lightsaber could cause.
The Vessel: 36
Another year passed, Lev opting to not take an apprentice still, but focused even more on improving his healing arts- specifically on lightsaber wounds. He was interrupted one day from his studies in the Archives, one of the members of the High Council had came to fetch him, saying the Council needed him once more.
Lev went with them to find the entire Council sitting there waiting for him. The Grand Master then went over Levin’s history among the Jedi: A master Healer, a user of the rare Light, and a studious, shining example of the Order. They offered him the rank of Master for his deeds in healing various members of the Order, as well as removing nexus’ of the Darkside among the galaxy. Levin was surprised by this offer, and almost spoke, but stopped and bowed respectfully before saying
”Thank you, Masters. But I am no master, I am nothing more than a vessel of the Light.”
And with that, Levin left the Council Chambers, refusing the respected rank, choosing a life of servitude over a life of leadership.
Purging Shadows: 37-Present
Years went on, and Levin continued his work in the healing arts, but also occasionally being dispatched out into the galaxy to use his gift for removing dark presences and sealing nexus’. With the battles that have occurred more recently, Levin has been known to go to the hospitals of Coruscant, volunteering to heal soldiers, refugees, and even normal civilians. He has kept busy, using the lessons of the past to help him heal the future, using his years of practice and patience to complete anything put in front of him.
Roleplay Sample:
It was a cold day on Coruscant, the sun barely raised yet as it hung lazily at the skyline. With each inhaled breath, the exhale was visible from the mouth of a lone man. His looks betrayed his age, smooth skin and keen silver lined green eyes hid the forty plus years of this man. His robes hung heavily on his frame, wearing an extra heavy cloak to stay warm as he stood on a balcony outside the Jedi Temple. Levin Caelum closed his eyes from the scene for a moment, his mind going to one of his patients, a male Chadra-Fan that had succumbed to a rare flu on Felucia.
But his meditation was cut short by the sudden sound of rapid footsteps behind him, a Bothan dashing up to him.
”Master Caelum , there’s an emergency!”
Gasped the Bothan, as his fur rippled anxiously. Lev turned around and gestured for the Bothan to lead, running just behind him to the Temple’s trauma ward. What the Jedi saw was a ghastly one. The second the door to the ward slid open inhuman shrieking sounds cried out, the pitch so high it made Lev’s eardrums hurt slightly. He quickly stepped past the curtain to see a young human girl that looked no older than eighteen was writhing and screaming on a gurney, bright red blood pooling onto the floor bellow her. Her robes soaked around her torso. Her face was chalk white, and her deep blue eyes wide open in obvious agony, her mouth so wide from screaming it seemed all her pearlescent white teeth were sticking out.
Around the girl was another human female, this one older with a concerned and almost panicked look on her face. Only after seeing the master did he recognize the pair, Master Westen and her apprentice Padawan Miri. With the pair were three other Jedi Healers, two of them trying to keep Miri still as she writhed and flailed and the other one trying to heal her. Lev stepped forward and with a gentle push on one of the healer’s shoulders he moved her away, and the other healers followed.
Lev reached forward with his right hand and ran it gently across Miri’s cheek before moving it behind her head and cradling it. He turned her gaze to his as silver lined eyes bored into hers with a stern, but calm look.
”Focus.
Miri, I need you to be still. Keep your eyes on your master.”
Whether it was the shock from the sudden confident and stern voice of Lev, or by the will of the Force itself, she stopped flailing, a sputtering whimper escaping her trembling lips as she reached for her master, Westen quickly grabbing hold of her hand. Lev eased Miri’s head back onto the table before swiftly moving around it, his bright green eyes surveying the Padawan. Without permission, shame, or words, Lev reached down and untucked part of her robes, lifting them and moving them aside to reveal the girls skin. It was bad, that much Lev could tell. An eight inch gash was visible just below the girl’s right breast, her ribs white against the red of the bloody meat that was her torso around it.
Lev placed a hand just above the wound, and one on Miri’s forhead, his eyes fluttering to a close as he reached down into her flesh with the Force, feeling every muscle, every vein, and every bone. Deeper and deeper he probed; the wound was deep, to the point where her lung was scraped by the weapon that caused it. Finally mapping the entire wound through the Force, he focused even more. Almost as if rewinding a holo, Lev worked backwards, using the Force to mend and weave flesh back together. The bright white light issuing from Lev’s arms and hand blocked any visual of the healing process. As he worked, he pushed his calm, his serenity into Miri’s mind, relaxing the girl the best he could. One thing was for certain, getting a wound was painful, and repairing one this way could be just as bad.
It would be almost an hour before Levin moved at all, exhaling slowly and opening his eyes. His right hand moved from Miri’s body, but instantly going to his cloak and removing it, his left hand leaving Miri’s head for only a second before returning, the Jedi not letting up on the comfort he was giving her. Lev quickly covered the young girl’s body with his cloak, sure to tuck it under her neck. He locked eyes with Miri for a second, a slow nod telling her to hold on. Lev took his hand off Miri’s head and lifted his cloak just over where the wound was. Where there was once serrated tissue, a small hairline scar could be seen, the scar just barely eight inches.
”By the Force…”
Whispered Westen, her eyes looking at the scar with amazement glinting in them. The other healers laughed gently, more of a laugh of relief than anything. One of them turned to Westen and smiled, her eyes showing the relief they all felt.
”Levin is a great master of the healing arts, thank the Force he was here today…”
Lev placed a hand on Miri’s shoulder, his eyes that same stern confidence, that look never faltering throughout the procedure. He shook his head and faced the healers.
”I am not a master of the Light, I am but a shepherd of its will.”
Replied Levin, his voice solid and sure. He nodded to Master Westen before turning and walking towards the exit, his eyes meeting Miri’s one last time, his eyes telling her she was going to be fine. The girl smiled weakly, her mouth moving to whisper two words: Thank you.
Race: Human/Apithiri
Age: 47
Birthplace: Coruscant, Red Light District
Allegiance: Jedi Order/ Jedi Blades
Status: Jedi Healer/ Knight-Healer
Rank: High Councilor/ High-General
Appearance:
Levin is on the shorter side for his heritage; five inches shorter compared to most Apithiri males. His eyes are a cool grey color and have an almost constant stern look in them. Yet behind that sternness is a confidence and a strange comfort. His face is often seen with stubble, never anything longer. Lev’s dark hair is often slightly unkempt, usually due to the hours spent on healing duty. The Jedi is in excellent physical shape, with a broad chest and muscled limbs. His physical prowess is more due to his Apithir bloodline than any active effort.
Like many Jedi, Levin is often wrapped in the robes of his Order. Mostly when within Republic territory, given the respect and attention given to a Jedi. When out on maneuvers with the Blades or an assigment that takes him out of Republic space, Levin dons more civilian style clothing. Light tunics and comfortable pants, along with a sturdy pair of combat boots and a tan overcoat. It isn’t uncommon for Levin to keep his lightsaber hidden up one of these sleeves.
The man can be unnervingly still, to the point of even seeming to rarely blink. Yet when necessary, the Jedi moves with quick, confident motions. This applies to both healing and combat. Levin’s body is almost completely void of any scar tissue, thanks to his mastery over the healing arts.
Personality:
Blunt and to the point, Levin has a bit of a lack in regards to his bedside manner. Eternally focused on what is before him, many accuse him of being narrow-minded. Though not rude, Levin has been known to ruffle the feathers of those who don’t wish to hear a harsh truth. The Jedi almost never lies, and when forced to is clearly terrible at it.
Very attuned to the Lightside, Levin has devoted his life to channeling its power to remove evil from the galaxy. As much as he attempts to follow the Jedi Code, Levin more often than not will follow where the Force leads him. Some see Lev as an avatar for the Light, while others consider his methods more akin to that of a grey Jedi.
Undoubtedly one of the most talented Healers of his peers, Levin takes no arrogance in his abilities. A mixture of humility and certainty, he knows his limits and his capabilities. Yet within these, he would not deny his potency in the Force. From an early age his Master voiced her opinions on his importance for the Galaxy, and Levin has come to believe this as well.
Ships/Vehicles: Commands the High Charity
Equipment: N/A
Lightsaber:
A dual-phase shoto, usually hidden up the sleeve of his robe or coat. It is all one smooth, seamless piece. A bright, shiny silver color, with no visible ignition switch- its switch a small pressure spot where all it takes is a light touch to use. At his will it can extend to a full sized lightsaber, but only if prolonged combat is necessary.
Color: Silver
Stats:
Strength - Average
Agility - Above Average
Intelligence - Above Average
Charisma – Below Average
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic- Journeyman
Telepathic- Expert
Body- Journeyman
Sense- Expert
Protection- Apprentice
Healing:– Master
Destruction– Unskilled
Combat Training:
Grapple/Disarm CQC Training- Journeyman
Force Training:
Force Light- Master
Force Healing- Master
Force Blinding- Expert
Other Training:
First Aid- Expert
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho- Expert
Makashi- Master
Niman- Master
Biography:
Blessed Beginnings: Birth- 10
Levin Caelum was born to an odd couple indeed. His mother, a cantina dancer, was a simply stunning woman, often mistaken for Hapan even though she was born and raised on Coruscant. His father, was a proud Apithiri, going to Coruscant only once, but it was that once that would seal the fate of Levin. His father had gone to Coruscant on Council business, but the cantina was something he had heard about, and wanted to experience. At the cantina, the minute Lev’s mother stepped onto the dancing stage, the Apithiri was hypnotized by the way her body moved. That night the pair would spend it together, the Apithiri leaving before the dancer even woke up, and never contacting her again.
When Lev was born, his mother was less than a perfect mother, going back to work at the cantina since her maternity leave, but not really because she didn’t love her baby, or do everything she could for him, but simply because she had to work very often. But the Force works in interesting ways. One night as Lev’s mother was getting ready for work, a stranger showed up. Clad in Jedi robes, this female Nautolan smiled warmly at the young mother and her baby. The friendly woman introduced herself as Master Raeni Alvita, Jedi, and Healer for the Order. She explained to Lev’s mother that she had visions of Lev for twenty years now, since the day she became a Jedi Padawan herself, visions of a great man, a pillar of Light for the Jedi, a man who if he came with her to the Temple, would grow into an amazing healer, and save countless amounts of lives. Lev’s mother gave him up almost instantly, the young girl worrying that her baby wouldn’t have a future at this rate.
And so, at one, Raeni took Lev with her back to the temple, though she offered to take care of him personally, the Council reminded her not to get attached- something the young Master did often. Lev was placed with the other younglings of that age, to be tended to until he was old enough to start taking youngling classes with the rest of the children. As time went on, Lev began to grow. A quiet child, he never cried, but was obviously happy, even if he rarely showed it. This behavior continued as he turned five and started his youngling classes. He never spoke in the classes, his masters beginning to think the boy mute. Until they finally asked him if he was ok, and Lev replied with a simple “Yes, Master.” It was deemed he was perfectly sane, just naturally quiet.
In all his classes, Lev never showed any prowess with either the Force or with a lightsaber. However, he wasn’t lacking in either, just seemed like a middle of the road type man. Lev wasn’t sure how he felt on this, on one hand, not lacking in anything felt good, but not excelling, where most children did excel in something. It wasn’t jealousy necessarily, but he wanted to feel special too. Time went on, and Lev continued to try his best, his youngling years spent practicing, but it seems he never reached that point where he felt he improved. It wasn’t until after his tenth birthday, that he was told just how special he was.
Chosen: 10-15
”Levin, you are unique; the Force has picked you for something amazing. You have been chosen to be a vessel of the Lightside itself…”
These words would shake the world of the youngling, the very woman who found him telling the boy this one early morning. Raeni- the Nautolan Jedi who brought Levin to the temple, approached him in the Room of a Thousand Fountains as he was relaxing, and dropped this bomb of information on him. She then explained that the Force had also chosen her to train him, as for thirty years now, she had had visions of an older Lev. Raeni then explained that they were both rare, in a sense that she, and one day Lev, can channel the Light side of the Force to weaken the darkside.
Lev didn’t know much about this “darkside”, only ever over heard Knights talking about it every once in a while. But as the pair went for a walk among the Room of a Thousand Fountains, Raeni explained the darkside to Levin, sparing no details. The very thought of it sickened the young boy, to do some of the things those people did was just heinous. The Nautolan then explained that they were both able to contain, weaken and even sometimes negate the Darkside. Levin was fascinated by Raeni’s words, every drop being absorbed by the youngling.
She then sat him down, and simply asked him if he was willing to become her Padawan learner, become the great Jedi she has seen him become. It was as if destiny itself whispered through Lev, the only word he could muster was
”Yes”
And so, Levin began his real training under Jedi Master Raeni Alvita. Raeni was an interesting master, prone to bad jokes and even worse puns at inappropriate times. No matter how hard she tried, she could never get a laugh, smirk, chortle, chuckle, nothing out of Lev, who would just look at her with a blank stare. This didn’t deter the woman though; it seemed her goal was to not only train him, but to make him smile once. Lev remained quiet all throughout his training, the boy a naturally stoic person it seemed.
The first thing Raeni started training Levin with was Force Light itself, the power difficult to use, and even more difficult to start. Raeni started him off with some meditation practices, learning to channel the very essence of the Lightside. It was difficult for Lev, he would sit with Raeni for hours at a time in meditation chambers, trying to do as she said. It involved drawing upon what she called the “inner Light”, delving deep into your own presence in the Force. Lev didn’t feel anything for years, three passing before he finally found it. As if it had been sitting under piles of mental garbage, he delved deeper into himself than he ever had before. The thought of the evil people in the galaxy came to mind, killing, raping, destroying without a care in the galaxy- it made him sick. But if he was to attain this power, he could help stop them, and save others. It began to build up, the sheer will of Lev beginning to shine.
Raeni watched with an amused smile as she kept her eyes on Lev, it seemed gradual at first, but as Lev it that peak of realization, it was as if Levin’s Force presence physically manifested. The area around Lev literally began to glow a faint white, the very presence of the room went quiet, and the temperature seemed to rise to comfortable warmth. She smiled wider, giggling before saying
”I always knew you were a bright one!”
Lev came out of his meditation instantly, looking right at Raeni with a less than amused expression. He had finally attained the most difficult part of Force Light, and that was finding it within himself. After he had reached that point, Raeni started to teach Lev more as she trained him in Force Light. She explained to him that having such a powerful healing gift was a sign that more should be explored, and as she did with her master, Levin would start to study the healing arts.
Levin was fascinated by the theory of Force Heal, using the very essence of it to mend and revive the wounded. Lev delved over every file he could find in the Archives about the healing techniques, going with Raeni to the medical ward for practice. His time spent in the ward soon went into his free time as well. While Raeni was away, or busy, he would often go there to assist the healers as he could. As his training went on, Lev actually had to step in occasionally to aid the healers with emergencies, saving several Jedi’s lives even at the young age of fifteen. As his life progressed, Lev would continue to study the healing arts, certain now of his role as a Jedi.
Using his inner Light and Force Heal were not the only skills that Master Alvita parted unto him. During his time training with these two powers, she introduced one of the simplest- but handiest- abilities a Jedi could learn. By focusing on moving the air molecules rapidly in front of the user, they could use the Force to make an instant flash of bright light, effectively blinding the opponent for a second. After learning Force Light, this ability came rather naturally for him. Raeni and him would spend about an hour or two a day practicing, Lev clenching his right hand into a fist before thrusting it forward and warping the Force, sending a quick bright flash from his hand. Raeni explained that in a combat that you can't win, it is foolish to give in and die, but it was equally foolish to lean on the darkness and give in to the temporary boost of power, Blinding could give a healer the perfect amount of time to flee a battle, or to finish it with a quick, clean strike.
Raise My Flashing Sword: 15-16
It was time, Lev had found his niche within the ranks of the Jedi, and now, it was time for him to learn one last thing. Raeni began to teach Lev more advanced lightsaber forms. She started teaching him both Makashi, and some Niman, explaining when Lev inquired why a healer needs to learn to fight.
”A healer can’t heal when they’re dead, right?”
It made sense to Lev, never really thinking of it that way. She explained healers were rare and good healers even rarer. The loss of a healer was always a sad event, as so few Jedi had the patience, the talent, and the strength to be one.
Raeni taught Lev of her unique one handed Niman style, stating that as a healer, and as a user of Force Light, keeping a hand free while keeping versatile was a priceless skill. Lev rather enjoyed this practice, using his complete body instead of just his hands. But, even after all this time, Lev had yet to build his own, his studies and practices halting his progress in making one. Until his Master told him to wander around the Temple, let the Force take him to his Lightsaber components.
As he wandered, Lev kept his eyes closed the entire time. A full day he wandered, in and out of the grounds, slowly feeling out with the Force, searching for his lightsaber. He really shouldn’t have been surprised when he ended up outside the medical ward of the Temple, the soft glow of kolto tanks almost beckoning the young Jedi in. Lev was instantly drawn to the pieces as he entered; his eyes fixed as each part called out to him. The energy cell and insulator from an Energyslicer, the lenses from an Interscope, the emitter and matrix from an Osseinadze, and the hilt and pommel cap from the handle of a Nettleclout. All that remained to the young Jedi, was the crystals.
No matter how long Lev moved about the temple, they didn’t jump out at him. Instead of getting frustrated though, he instead talked to Raeni about how he felt, and the she decided the best thing to do next, was meditate, let the Force tell them where Lev’s crystals were. And so the pair did, Raeni would meditate with him when she could, but otherwise, Levin would sit for hours in the chambers, listening, watching, and waiting. After a week of this, a single name drifted into his mind, a name he didn’t recognize.
”Tatooine…”
By Lev’s best guess, it must have been a planet, what with Dantooine and Klatooine, being planets as well, and sounding similar. When he prodded his Master about information on it, she was reluctant at first, simply stating that it was a desert planet outside of Republic territory. At first, she flat out refused to take Levin there, stating that her species didn’t fare well in the heat. He simply looked at her with that same emotionless gaze, and then stated either she come with him, or he’ll go alone. Luckily for Lev, Raeni harbored a deep motherly bond for the boy, and agreed to take him to the Hutt controlled world.
Masquerading as geologists, Levin and Raeni landed in Anchorhead, Raeni donning an envirosuit to stay damp and happy. The master followed Lev as he moved about the town, soon making it to a bazaar full of merchants. He had never seen anything like it, people of all sorts of species selling everything from strange hairless animals, to illegally modified weaponry. But it was one table that drew the young man right too it. Sitting under a ripped and holy large umbrella was an elderly female Echani, her eyes cloudy with a daydream. Lev stepped towards her, but froze as she suddenly gasped as if she was about to die. But instead of crumpling into a tattered robe heap, she reached to the table in front of her, a bunch of random rocks, stones… and crystals sitting there. Quickly snatching a couple items, she leaped at Lev, grasping his right hand in her dry, soft hands. She looked up at him with teary eyes, completely ignoring Raeni as her hand went to her curved hilt lightsaber. The woman then spoke, her voice barely audible over the crowd.
”You… I’ve seen you… You save my granddaughter… Thank you…”
Her hands slid off of Levin’s, slowly retreating back to her little stand, a satisfied smile on her toothless face. He looked down to see a few crystals in his hand, one was a light silver, and very clear, and the other two completely clear. Lev blinked down at them, but Raeni but a hand to the breathing apparatus over her mouth. She explained that he had been given a great gift, the rare and beautiful Durindfire gem. The pair left Tatooine that same afternoon, Lev holding and meditating with the crystals the entire trip home.
Over the next three month, Levin would spend all his free time in his quarters, meditating on the components before him, letting the Force move his mind and hands. Until finally, at sixteen, Lev had finished his lightsaber, it’s solid, polished, silver handle fitting him perfectly. With a Snap-hiss! He ignited it for the first time, the almost white blade setting a pearlescent glow on anything reflective, including the handle. He marveled at the tool and weapon, his very Force presence washing off it. Lev physically, was now complete.
Progression: 16- 22
The years would tick by, Raeni continuing to teach Lev more in the ways of Force Light, Healing, and her special one handed Niman lightsaber style. Lev proved to be very potent indeed, going with Raeni on missions involving minor Darkside Nexus’ in people, places, and items- even using his own Force Light to weaken then finally smite the presence. It brought him a confident satisfaction after every time, not necessarily proud of himself, but glad to rid the galaxy of a kernel of evil.
Along with his endless drills between lightsaber combat and the Force, Raeni began to teach Levin some hand to hand combat. She explained that if one is ever separated from their lightsaber, it was important to learn how to defend oneself. And so, Raeni began to teach him her own martial art. A mixture of disarming attacks paired with well timed disabling attacks. Using their enhanced knowledge of anatomy and acute senses, just like their lightsaber style, they managed to do the most amount of damage in the least amount of moves. Though this training would be practiced, it was far overshadowed by his lightsaber form training and Force training.
He even began to get the hang of Shii-Cho, trying to learn all he could about it before focusing on Raeni’s style- as it was the foundation of all forms, and to learn it, was to learn more of his preferred style. Raeni did her best to teach Lev this, finally succeeding around the time Levin turned twenty. In between these sparring and learning sessions, Lev would go to the medical ward, once more aiding the healers as needed, his skills with the healing arts only getting better and better with time, not before long, Levin himself was rivaling some of the Knight level healers in skill, something that no one complained about. The more good healers, the better, and Lev was very good.
Another couple of years passed, Levin had reached the age of twenty two, went from being a quiet young boy, to a stoic and handsome man. Raeni was very proud of her first apprentice, Lev growing up into the very image she had seen for almost her own entire life. It wasn’t long before she approached the High Council, requesting that he begin his trials into Knighthood. The council accepted her request, and told her to pass the message on, the trials will be held, and Levin would be notified soon.
The Endeavor: 22-24
Before any planning could be done though, it was if the Force itself ushered Levin into Knighthood. What would be deemed his trial of skill came in the form of a hot, late Coruscant night. Helping the healers with some kolto tank maintenance, a sudden cry came out, calling for all immediate healers to come. Lev moved with the other healers into the procedure room, a gruesome site lying on the table. A male Jedi had received what looked like a vibroblade slash to his stomach, reds- and the worst color, browns slid off his form, an almost certainly deadly wound.
In the heat of the moment, one of the healers went to start using Force Heal instantly- but Lev knew that’d seal the fate of the Jedi. Rushing forward, Levin pushed that healer aside and quickly got to healing the right way. If the Jedi was simply healed as is, the fecal matter would be trapped within him, and cause a deadly infection. And so with diligent hands, Lev delved deep into the wound with the Force, eyes closed as he grasped every bit of tissue and waste. Using the Force to stop the man’s flow of feces into the wound, he held one hand just over the would, while the other made repetitive rowing motions, using the Force to draw out all the fecal matter and blood then dropping it in a receptacle.
It took three hours of constant work just to clean the wound, and when Levin was satisfied with it, he began the healing. The Force moved from Lev in soft white lights, tendrils of it sewing and renewing as he focused. With closed eyes, the young man worked, soon moving his now free left hand to the side of the Jedi’s face, pushing a feeling of relaxation and comfort into his mind the best he could. Another three hours passed, and Lev had finally finished healing the wound, where there was once a mess of flesh and guts, now a single white line traced over where the wound had been opened. The healers that were present were so impressed, they immediately informed the council of his deed, and it was deemed that Levin’s trial of skill had indeed been passed.
That next day, Levin went for a walk outside the Temple walls, wearing civilian clothing, he pondered upon what he had done the night before. It was simply incredible, he had never healed someone of a wound of that caliber- but not only did he do it, but he did it perfectly. It was the first time Lev had felt any pride in what he had accomplished. But the Force works in mysterious ways. Not a second after he had felt that pride, a sudden warning shot into his mind. Dodging to the right, he heard a Snap-hiss! and turned to see a Nikto man with a fiery red lightsaber- a user of the darkness. Lev’s dodge had taken him to the edge of the walkway as well as threw him off balance. The Nikto used this opportunity, and Force pushed Levin off the walkway, sending him plummeting towards the undercity. While falling, Lev did his best to use the Force to slow his fall, but he was untrained in that aspect, amateur at best. But his time only got worse, his green and silver eyes scanning everything below him. Speeders darted and criss-crossed below Levin, but his eyes locked on a single large transport speeder. This was going to hurt, and Lev knew it.
He held his hands out towards the speeder rapidly moving to intercept him, using what minor skill he had with shielding to throw a small one up. But it would only stop so much. The collision was detrimental, Lev’s shield snapping the second the speeder made contact. Levin survived the collision, but his mind was fogged by the intense pain that radiated from his right arm and torso, being tossed like a rag doll on top of a derelict building in the undercity before rolling into the massive rain gutter that ran along the edges of the roof. He passed out the minute he landed, a Force trance taking him to a protective state. Lev didn’t know how much time had passed when he awoke.
But when he did awake, it was to sharp, jagged pains rocking his body. Lev almost panicked for a second, these wounds felt fatal, until it was as if a silent comfort touched him. He had felt this feeling before; it came to him whenever he meditated. It was the Force itself comforting him, reassuring him, telling him he had the power to save his own life. First thing was first though, Lev needed to meditate and try to rest; this would take his full concentration. And so he did, for an hour, letting the Force flow into his mind and body, dulling his pain while easing his mind.
The first thing he needed to do was heal his other arm which lay limp in sallow waters. With a pained groan, Lev gingerly grasped his broken arm with his good one, and began feeling around the arm with the Force. Slowly but surely, Levin mapped out his broken bones, and went into the slow and tenuous procedure of healing it. A day passed until Lev finally let go, collapsing back into the still waters, but holding up his now mended arm. A lesson was to be had from this, Lev knew that. He had shown pride for just a second, and in that second, the Force struck out and smote that feeling, sending him back to the ground. After a small nap, Lev began to meditate on the real problem- his 11 broken ribs.
After mapping the wounds out, Levin was relieved to discover none were broken, only fractures that webbed half of his cage. So, it would take a long time, but he knew he’d be able to heal himself. He would sleep the best he could at nights, then for as long as he could, Lev would slowly heal the cracks and fractures in his rib cage. Five days later, he was found by a Republic patrol, Raeni was with them, the Nautolan woman instantly rushing to her apprentice, apologizing that it took so long, she had been offworld for a few days, and due to Lev's reclusive nature, no on else had really noticed he was missing, she helped him back to the Temple that day, thanking the Force that her student was skilled enough to save his own life. After questioning from the Council about what happened, they deemed his amazing story was not only true, but worthy to be placed as his trial of Flesh for Knighthood.
At the age of twenty three, Lev was now halfway through his trials into Knighthood- all that remained was his trial of courage and spirit. It wouldn’t be until just after Levin turned 24 that he would face his final set of trials- and they would be the ones that would truly test to see if Levin was worthy being a Knight of the Light.
Absolute Advent: 24
A protection mission, that’s what was deemed to be Levin’s first solo mission. Yes, he was still a Padawan, but resources were tight, and this was to be a simple escort. Little did Levin know, but this would be one of the most pivotal moments in his life. Passing through the space from Aleen to Malastare, Levin accompanied a large group of refugees from a continent-wide sickness on Aleen, going with them on a massive passenger freighter to Malastare.
Late one night, when everyone was in the passenger and crew quarters below deck, Levin wandered on guard duty, the only sound the hum of the ship’s reactor and hyperdrive. But something felt off to Lev, whose hand went to rest on his hilt. With a sudden jolt, the ship was pulled from hyperspace, sending Lev head first into a wall, passing out not long after. Lev awoke to the taste of stale air and utter silence; soon discovering that almost all the ship’s power was off, save for what sounded like life support. Lev wandered the entire second deck, trying to pry open the doors to the other decks both manually and with the Force, but the mechanics were far too complex for him. It wasn’t long before Lev began seeing things in the corner of his vision, flashes of pale, but never getting a good look. Lightsaber in hand, Lev soon found out that he was trapped on the second deck of this ship- nothing here of interest besides the cockpit, just a bunch of walking room.
As Lev made his way down the long hall to the cockpit, the things moving in the shadows started to become more and more frequent, accompanied by the light padding of feet. He ignited his lightsaber, the silver touched white glow bathing the hall around him. Levin kept walking until a motion finally caught his eye in a room as he passed it. Turning back and peeking in, he saw what looked like a woman crying over a bloody body. Lightsaber held at his side, he stepped into the room, trying to feel out with the Force, but it was as if a large sponge filled the ship, absorbing anything Force wise. He inhaled to ask what was happening, when the woman moved with a jerking motion, like an animal perking up to the sound of pray. She whipped around, and what Lev saw wasn’t human. Giant bulbous eyes with no iris faced him, and a blood covered mouth filled with pointed teeth let out a shriek.
Lev doubled back and took a step out of the room, lightsaber at the ready as the woman moved on all fours towards him. But not a second after that, the padding of more feet was heard, and Lev looked down at the hall to his right to see it filled with similar looking people, completely human except for their faces. Drool and blood dripped from their mouths, all of them gasping the air. A male one suddenly shrieked and the entire mob began to scuttle towards Lev, who then turned tail and ran as fast as he could towards the waiting cockpit door. Using what little training he had with speeding himself up, Lev pushed with all his might, getting a minute lead on the mob finally. He flew into the cockpit and used all his might to pull the door closed and locked it, slumping to the ground as the things began pounding on the metal, impenetrable door.
For hours the things pounded on the door, shrieking and howling frustrated by their next meal denying them. Finally, it seemed like they left, and Lev felt comfortable to check his surroundings. Empty seats, dead instrument panels, even the viewport had its protective metal covers over it, obscuring any site of what was happening outside. Lev inhaled slowly before closing his eyes, trying to reach out with the Force, get a feel for his surroundings. But just like before, it was as if his prodding was being absorbed. After deciding it was futile for now, Lev sat in one of the free seats, then closed his eyes for some much needed rest.
He awoke the next morning, but as soon as his silver lined eyes began to look around, he realized that this was no nightmare, and that the power was still not right. Lev moved back towards the cockpit entrance, moving slow and quiet. He needed to try and find any food or water, as well as a way off the deck. Lev could use his lightsaber to cut through the doors slowly- but those things were out there, and he would not expose innocents to them. But what were they? Some sort of rare species that preyed on space faring folk? Or was it the very virus that these refugees were fleeing from, turning them into some sort of flesh crazed monsters. Either way, Lev needed to find a way to survive. He tapped on the door, listening intently for any shrieks, howls, or shuffling noises. When he heard nothing, Lev opened the door slowly and stepped out into the darkness.
Nothing was found, and there was no sign of the creatures anymore. Lev soon had to rely on the Force itself, going into deep meditative states while locked in the cockpit, drawing what little sustenance that he could from it. Two weeks passed, Lev continuing to sleep and hide in the cockpit as needed, but the things began showing up again- not in the numbers from the first encounter, but either one at a time, or in small groups, shrieking and lunging, frantically attacking him whenever met. As needed, he would dispatch them, his silver blade cleaving these evil creatures- though sometimes they would over run Lev, desperate to keep contact with them to a minimum, Lev would flee back to his haven in the cockpit. The weeks of stress and starvation began to take their toll on the man physically, dark bags showing up under his eyes, and he became gaunt thin. Another week passed, Lev had almost explored the entire deck, discovering there was simply no other way out of it, and the creatures were always present, their presence increasing more and more as Levin explored more. And so, he finally gave up on trying to focus on escaping, and locked himself in the cockpit- now focusing on simply surviving.
Five weeks had ticked by, Levin a shell of his former self, his clothes hung loosely on his frame, his beard thick and hair shaggy. The only thing keeping him alive, was the Force itself, the man’s sheer will to live keeping him sane and alive. It wasn’t until the end of the fifth week that it dawned on him. It made sense now. The oddity of only some of the ship shutting down, the strange creatures that only showed sometimes, the obscured Force all around, even the removal of a ship from hyperspace. Levin opened his eyes to see quite a sight. Crouched in the corner of the room, sat something in the same clothes as him.
This thing looked at him with massive iris-less eyes, and grinned dagger like teeth. This was of the Darkside itself, the pure essence of evil. The thing held out its arm, and a copy of Lev’s lightsaber was pulled from the sleeve, stowed just like his. Dark Lev lunged at him with a howl, silver blade igniting and sent at him. Lev ignited his own lightsaber, quickly throwing out his arm and focusing right in front of his palm, a sudden bright light flashing as Lev used Force Blind to catch Dark Lev off guard. The pair soon got into the fight, silver on silver clashing repeatedly, Dark Lev shrieking and howling as it attacked. But Lev knew the only way he would win this, would be by the Force itself. Striking with all his might, Lev knocked Dark Lev’s lightsaber from his hands before punting it in the chest, casting it down to the floor. Lev snapped his blade right in front of the massive eyes that stared up at him, and Lev inhaled slowly. He turned his free hand open palmed at the abomination, reaching into himself with everything he had- but the Light didn’t come alone, a whisper went through his mind, and Lev turned stern eyes at the thing.
“The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the iniquities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who in the name of charity and goodwill shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great will and furious might on those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know I am the Light when I lay my judgment upon thee…”
Shouted Lev as a bright light radiated down his arm, progressively brighter flashes emitting from within his palm. As Levin reached the end of his sudden speech, the Light flashed brightest, Dark Lev letting out one last horrid wailing screech before being turned to ash, and disappearing altogether. Lev exhaled and collapsed, his lightsaber switching off as he fell to his knees. Not a second later, machinery whirred, and lights blinked on. A clunking sound notified Lev that the viewport shields were about to move, and slowly slid open to reveal a horrid site. At least fifty other ships drifted lazily in space, each one dark, and of all sorts of makes from all sorts of times. Not five minutes later, the crew dashed into the cockpit to find Lev kneeling in the center of it, exhausted and beat. They quickly fed and watered him, taking the Jedi down to the medbay to recover. He was pleased as the medic explained that everyone had plenty of food and water the entire time, they were just grateful that it was over. Lev never told them what had happened, choosing to stay silent.
On his arrival to Coruscant, he once more stood in front of the High Council, still gauntly thin from his five week excursion. He told them of the freighter, the darklings, the Force Nexus, and of his tainted self. The Jedi were simply fascinated by Levin’s tale, it had been a long time since they had heard of a literally facing off with oneself. Levin then explained how his dark self was more than just a vision, it was the Darkside Nexus itself incarnate, and the darklings manifestations of the Nexus itself- the years of tormenting innocents giving it an almost intelligent state. By smiting his dark self using Force Light- he effectively re-lit that portion of the galaxy, releasing the souls of those trapped within the Nexus. After it was cleared, the crew was able to complete their objective or taking the refugees to their temporary home, and Lev simply took a charter back to Coruscant to report the happening.
He showed courage with surviving on nothing but the Force, and fending off the darklings, and faced the mirror of his monstrous self. That day, Levin Caelum was dubbed Jedi, Knight of the Republic.
Attaining Harmonization: 24-35
Now that he was alone, not bound to a master nor an apprentice, Levin decided it was time for him to work at perfecting himself. After talking with the head of the healers in the Temple, Lev dedicated most of his time to working in the medical ward of the Temple. From the early morning hours until mid-afternoon, Lev would work as a healer, taking a short lunch break after that then going to the training chambers to spar and perfect the one handed Niman Raeni taught him.
Sometimes, Raeni herself would join Levin in the sparring chambers, perfecting and fine tuning his swordplay as the years passed. Finally, at thirty, Levin and Raeni both felt that he had learned all he could of this unique style. Even after this mastery of the form, Lev would still go and practice the style with other Jedi- proving to be a decent opponent, but not invincible. However, as he got more comfortable with the style, he would spend less time sparring and more time either meditating or working as a healer.
During these years of training, Levin would occasionally be dispatched as more than just a healer of flesh, but a healer of the Force using his Light. Two cases total in those years, the first one was considered easy- a former club needing to be cleansed from the trapped, terrified spirits of patrons that died in an explosion. This nexus was very weak compared to the one Lev had encountered in space years ago, and even felt different, the Jedi taking note that not every bit of the Darkness was necessarily evil, sometimes it just started with a group of fearful people. As he lay those wayward spirits to rest, what had become his prayer would be spoken- the power of his words and the Light filling him, making his Light shine all the brighter.
The second occurrence was much more disturbing. A pair of Dark Jedi that had been causing havoc on Corellia had to be taken down. The first group of Jedi sent did dispatch the pair, but not before the female gave birth in the heat of the fight. The Jedi did not feel that this boy was Force sensitive, and left him to be raised in an orphanage. As the first year of the child’s life went on, strange happenings occurred at the orphanage, a few of the workers and even several children killed by freak accidents within the building and around it. The orphanage’s headmaster contacted the Jedi with news of these happenings, requesting aid as soon as possible. To determine whether the Darkside was causing this or not, Levin was sent with another Jedi named Kirin to find out what was happening. It was immediately noted by Levin the minute he stepped near the orphanage, the Darkside was indeed causing these deaths- but he did not know how yet.
After interviewing workers and children, Lev met this child of the Dark Jedi, and what he saw sitting in a crib wasn’t a baby at all, a twisted visage peered up at Lev, a pair of fangs protruding from his gums and slit pupil red eyes glared. This would only appear to Lev though, the darkness within this child taking form in his mind’s eye. It revolted Levin in every way, the Jedi having to turn away from the grotesque site. After explaining to Kirin what this thing was, he wasn’t sure whether or not it would survive the cleansing.
He took a deep breath ten began reciting his prayer as he held his hand right above the baby, the Light beginning to radiate off his hand in strengthening waves of brightness. With closed eyes, Levin finished the act, instantly feeling the darkness get drawn from the child and dispersed. But when he looked down, his face was a grim mask. The now cleansed baby lay still in its crib, neither moving nor breathing. He had hoped that it would have survived the ritual- but the Darkside was far to intertwined within the child. Levin stayed for the baby’s funeral, but returned to Coruscant as soon as he could.
Years passed without another incident in which he needed to use Force Light- something Lev was grateful for. He spent his time as always, working in the medical ward and keeping his skills sharp by regular exercises and sparring sessions. His life remained uneventful until after his 35th birthday- when he would face his greatest challenge yet.
Being startled awake in the middle of the night, Lev screamed and clutched at his chest, a sudden fiery then ice cold pain shooting diagonally across it. A familiar presence touched his mind and the man bolted from his room, still in nothing but his sleeping pants. The Force led Levin towards the Temples landing bay to see a medical transport land. From it came several emergency medical technicians wheeling in a Nautolan female on the gurney. Lev recognized his former master instantly, running to her side and looking her over. Her aqua skin was ashy and dry looking, and across her chest was what was obviously a lightsaber wound. They made their way into the emergency ward, Lev sliding his hands under his master and lifting her from the gurney, setting her gently onto the procedure table. Lev called for water and pulled his Master’s robe open to reveal the wound. It was very long, and it was clean, the skin and flesh around the wound cooked. Lev directed the other healers to use a towel to keep Raeni’s head damp for comfort, in the mean time, he poured his everything into his Master- desperate to save her life.
Thirteen hours passed, and Lev hadn’t moved from Raeni’s side. After all the hours of work and focus, she didn’t make it, Lev throwing aside the instrument table and storming out of the ward. Not long after, Lev had centered himself and recovered from the shock of not being able to save his own Master’s life- the wound had been too old, too deep, and meant to kill. He knew of the type of person that did this, the dark ones- slaves to their own greed, hate, fear, lust, and gluttony. Lev would not let any more innocents die he decided that day, that he would protect and heal them.
It seemed that his Master's death only strengthened his conviction to the healing arts- it took some time to truly come to terms with her death, luckily, his studies in Healing did tell him there was literally nothing that could be done after the first attempt. Lightsaber wounds were difficult, and unless a nonfatal strike, next to impossible to heal. He would then start to focus more on lightsaber type wounds, aiding with as many sparring and training accidents as he could, slowly getting better at healing the clean, devastating wound that only a lightsaber could cause.
The Vessel: 36
Another year passed, Lev opting to not take an apprentice still, but focused even more on improving his healing arts- specifically on lightsaber wounds. He was interrupted one day from his studies in the Archives, one of the members of the High Council had came to fetch him, saying the Council needed him once more.
Lev went with them to find the entire Council sitting there waiting for him. The Grand Master then went over Levin’s history among the Jedi: A master Healer, a user of the rare Light, and a studious, shining example of the Order. They offered him the rank of Master for his deeds in healing various members of the Order, as well as removing nexus’ of the Darkside among the galaxy. Levin was surprised by this offer, and almost spoke, but stopped and bowed respectfully before saying
”Thank you, Masters. But I am no master, I am nothing more than a vessel of the Light.”
And with that, Levin left the Council Chambers, refusing the respected rank, choosing a life of servitude over a life of leadership.
Purging Shadows: 37-Present
Years went on, and Levin continued his work in the healing arts, but also occasionally being dispatched out into the galaxy to use his gift for removing dark presences and sealing nexus’. With the battles that have occurred more recently, Levin has been known to go to the hospitals of Coruscant, volunteering to heal soldiers, refugees, and even normal civilians. He has kept busy, using the lessons of the past to help him heal the future, using his years of practice and patience to complete anything put in front of him.
Roleplay Sample:
It was a cold day on Coruscant, the sun barely raised yet as it hung lazily at the skyline. With each inhaled breath, the exhale was visible from the mouth of a lone man. His looks betrayed his age, smooth skin and keen silver lined green eyes hid the forty plus years of this man. His robes hung heavily on his frame, wearing an extra heavy cloak to stay warm as he stood on a balcony outside the Jedi Temple. Levin Caelum closed his eyes from the scene for a moment, his mind going to one of his patients, a male Chadra-Fan that had succumbed to a rare flu on Felucia.
But his meditation was cut short by the sudden sound of rapid footsteps behind him, a Bothan dashing up to him.
”Master Caelum , there’s an emergency!”
Gasped the Bothan, as his fur rippled anxiously. Lev turned around and gestured for the Bothan to lead, running just behind him to the Temple’s trauma ward. What the Jedi saw was a ghastly one. The second the door to the ward slid open inhuman shrieking sounds cried out, the pitch so high it made Lev’s eardrums hurt slightly. He quickly stepped past the curtain to see a young human girl that looked no older than eighteen was writhing and screaming on a gurney, bright red blood pooling onto the floor bellow her. Her robes soaked around her torso. Her face was chalk white, and her deep blue eyes wide open in obvious agony, her mouth so wide from screaming it seemed all her pearlescent white teeth were sticking out.
Around the girl was another human female, this one older with a concerned and almost panicked look on her face. Only after seeing the master did he recognize the pair, Master Westen and her apprentice Padawan Miri. With the pair were three other Jedi Healers, two of them trying to keep Miri still as she writhed and flailed and the other one trying to heal her. Lev stepped forward and with a gentle push on one of the healer’s shoulders he moved her away, and the other healers followed.
Lev reached forward with his right hand and ran it gently across Miri’s cheek before moving it behind her head and cradling it. He turned her gaze to his as silver lined eyes bored into hers with a stern, but calm look.
”Focus.
Miri, I need you to be still. Keep your eyes on your master.”
Whether it was the shock from the sudden confident and stern voice of Lev, or by the will of the Force itself, she stopped flailing, a sputtering whimper escaping her trembling lips as she reached for her master, Westen quickly grabbing hold of her hand. Lev eased Miri’s head back onto the table before swiftly moving around it, his bright green eyes surveying the Padawan. Without permission, shame, or words, Lev reached down and untucked part of her robes, lifting them and moving them aside to reveal the girls skin. It was bad, that much Lev could tell. An eight inch gash was visible just below the girl’s right breast, her ribs white against the red of the bloody meat that was her torso around it.
Lev placed a hand just above the wound, and one on Miri’s forhead, his eyes fluttering to a close as he reached down into her flesh with the Force, feeling every muscle, every vein, and every bone. Deeper and deeper he probed; the wound was deep, to the point where her lung was scraped by the weapon that caused it. Finally mapping the entire wound through the Force, he focused even more. Almost as if rewinding a holo, Lev worked backwards, using the Force to mend and weave flesh back together. The bright white light issuing from Lev’s arms and hand blocked any visual of the healing process. As he worked, he pushed his calm, his serenity into Miri’s mind, relaxing the girl the best he could. One thing was for certain, getting a wound was painful, and repairing one this way could be just as bad.
It would be almost an hour before Levin moved at all, exhaling slowly and opening his eyes. His right hand moved from Miri’s body, but instantly going to his cloak and removing it, his left hand leaving Miri’s head for only a second before returning, the Jedi not letting up on the comfort he was giving her. Lev quickly covered the young girl’s body with his cloak, sure to tuck it under her neck. He locked eyes with Miri for a second, a slow nod telling her to hold on. Lev took his hand off Miri’s head and lifted his cloak just over where the wound was. Where there was once serrated tissue, a small hairline scar could be seen, the scar just barely eight inches.
”By the Force…”
Whispered Westen, her eyes looking at the scar with amazement glinting in them. The other healers laughed gently, more of a laugh of relief than anything. One of them turned to Westen and smiled, her eyes showing the relief they all felt.
”Levin is a great master of the healing arts, thank the Force he was here today…”
Lev placed a hand on Miri’s shoulder, his eyes that same stern confidence, that look never faltering throughout the procedure. He shook his head and faced the healers.
”I am not a master of the Light, I am but a shepherd of its will.”
Replied Levin, his voice solid and sure. He nodded to Master Westen before turning and walking towards the exit, his eyes meeting Miri’s one last time, his eyes telling her she was going to be fine. The girl smiled weakly, her mouth moving to whisper two words: Thank you.
