Regnier Vakkor

((*Cough* Uh...yeah, I couldn't fit the entire thing in one post...it was nearly 5,000 characters over the post limit...so I'm putting the bio up here ))

Bio:
Red Haven. To most, these two words mean little or nothing. To those that know what it is, a medical frigate of Corellian design owned by a faction of Selkath who ran a sort of foreign disaster relief/medical aid primarily for off-planet ventures, funded by the government, donations, and the Republic, it was exactly that. To many residents of the walled city of Iziz of the planet Onderon just over three decades ago, and several others before and since, it was the difference between life and death. Iziz, you see, was just ripe for another civil war, this time it was like the old days, between the Beast Riders and the Royalty, or at least a faction within the Beast Riders. Neither side really won, and both lost considerable amounts of life, before the Beast Riders not involved had had enough of the war that was destroying the planet, and helped the Royalty crush the rebellion entirely. So much damage was done, and so many injured, however, that Iziz couldn’t support all the wounded, nor could the Beast Rider encampments across the planet. Aid was requested by the Royalty two month into the five month war, and was sent, in the form of Red Haven. Upon the ship as it returned to Manaan to re-supply, two sisters, Emelis and Sasha Vakkor, natives of the planet, sat in one of the various medical bays. Emelis, you see, was pregnant, and due, and there was no room for something non-life threatening on the planet at the time, so they were placed onboard the frigate itself. And so, twins were born, a boy and a girl, one named Regnier after his father who had died in the fighting a month before, and the female named Kellick after a distance ancestor of the family, born without a father to a mother that died shortly thereafter from unknown health problems. And so Sasha, sixteen year old Sasha, was left with two children to care for, a home and estate left in ruins, and nowhere to go.

Salvation came in the form of a Jedi Knight by the name of Aaron Bishop, who was onboard the frigate after sustaining injuries on Onderon for attempting to intervene in the war near the end. Bishop, knowing the young woman’s predicament, and sensing both children to be Force-sensitive, as well as knowing that the war was over, so he was of little use there anymore, told her what he felt from the two infants. He also gave her a choice that would change all their lives: keep the children and care for them herself, and risk the inability to properly do so for all three of them at the same time, or allow him to take the two to the Jedi Temple on Coruscant, to train to become Jedi, ensuring a better life for all three, but also forcing her to cut her ties with them for their entire lives. He left her with the choice and returned to his room. The next day, as Bishop prepared to return to Coruscant, Sasha entered his room to tell of her choice; she, it seemed, had the same health complication that her sister had, and it would likely kill her within five or so years, or so it was estimated. She allowed Bishop his request, and after a long goodbye, Bishop returned to Coruscant with two new infants to be trained into the ways of the Jedi.

Years passed, the two Vakkor children underwent the training of Jedi Littlings, with Kel gaining a little recognition for being extremely intelligent for her age, and Regnier gaining a different type of recognition; he was watched a little more closely, because he always showed an ever-present trace of darkness within him, a little more aggressiveness to his personality, but he also showed a knack for the lightsaber almost as soon as he was given a training saber. He received a Master at ten; Taryn Sekk, a female Twi’lek that had an intimate knowledge of the Dark Side’s threat, having nearly fallen into it twice herself while battling the demons of her own past, and coming back into the Light utterly, becoming as devoted a servant to the Light as there was at the time. The Twi’lek Consular, a Knight at the time, believed there were few better suited to train the young boy, because of her knowledge of the threat the dark always posed, and the boy’s lingering darkness; the council, as well as many others, supported her fully in the belief. Regnier and Taryn developed a very strange bond between Master and Padawan; they were often at odds, especially about courses of actions and repercussions, while at the same time, they were almost ferociously protective of each-other. One of the many things that she often did to earn his ire was set up tests that would show him where his anger would get him, and they usually ended with Regnier receiving several bruises; afterwards the two almost always said the same thing, “Next time, just knock me out yourself before I do something that stupid.” “My young Padawan, you have much to learn; if I did that, you would never progress, because you’d never be awake long enough.” These tests happened often, even just before Regnier went to Ilum to construct his lightsaber, in the form of her taunting him about the task, resulting in him lashing out at her and instead striking the wall; Taryn was exceptionally gifted at projecting images, including of herself, into the mind of another. During his training under Taryn, when he was in the Temple, Regnier would often meditate and speak for long times about the Force with his sister, who was also a Padawan, though on much better terms with her Master, a Devaronian. From this, he gained a strong bond to his sister, a bond more of earned friendship than blood alone; though their was undeniably a link between the two, the link between twins, enhanced by their Force-sensitivity, and even more so by their training.

Before he was sent on the Trials, Taryn gave him one last test: as he came out of his quarters, and was walking with her through the halls of the Temple, she, without warning, provocation, nor malice, hit him over the side of the head with the hilt of her lightsaber. He reacted to the blow, falling away from it, rolling, and coming up in a defensive stance, lightsaber in hand. ”But I didn’t even say anything that time!” ”That was my final test for you, booki. It was not to teach you your follies, but to see just what you’ve become, and show you. Recall how you reacted; you didn’t even activate your lightsaber, nor did you counter-attack. You waited to see. You are indeed ready, young one. I can teach you little more. Go now, and show them what you are capable of.” When the council decided he was ready for the Trials, when he was just twenty, they were almost reluctant at naming him a Knight from his performance; though in virtually every aspect, he passed fairly well, excelling in all the physical trials, he was believed to have come dangerously close to the Dark Side, though he prevailed against it out of force of will it is believed. Still, they believed that he had conquered his demons, or at least knew how to deal with them now, and named him a Knight, as well as naming Taryn a Master. They said that they had indeed been perfect for each-other, for not only had she indeed taught him to deal with his darkness, but he had shown her the difference between fearing the Dark, and defeating it. His Knighting came three years before his sister’s, of whom he still meditated often with.

Regnier still spent time in meditation and training with Sekk, discussing the finer points of their personal struggles in the past. Almost all of his other time, however, was spent learning his preferred lightsaber forms from Masters and practicing them, primarily through sparring. It was during one of these sparring matches with a Master, a practitioner of Djem So, that Taryn interrupted, telling Regnier, now twenty-five, that she was being sent to the planet Haruun Kal by the Council, who had also said she should take someone with her. She, having a strong sense that her mission to investigate multiple brutal murders wouldn’t be peaceful, decided on one of the best swordsman she knew: Regnier Vakkor. ”I’m the brains for this one, but I need you on it. I know I will.” ”As what?” ”Well, someone has to kick down doors, lift the heavy objects, run down all the bad guys, and beat them up so I can restrain them, right?” The investigation started off as well as could be expected on as rough a place as Haruun Kal; the two discovered several leads that led them to a smuggling ring. As the two drew closer to where they’d learned the ring was based out of, they both kept getting increasingly bad feelings, like there was more at work than seemed. Like there was something darker hiding in the shadows. When they entered the building, an old warehouse, they found an old locked door, which, after agreeing to go in loud, Regnier promptly smashed down of its hinges, and physically lifted the heavy durasteel door out of the way. They were confronted with only the corpses of men and women they’d suspected of being involved, plus a few others, though there was one that was missing. A figure shot out of the shadows and past the two Jedi, exiting the building at a dead run, and being followed closely by Regnier, who was steadily gaining. After catching him, a brief struggle insued, with Regnier quickly subduing the much smaller man by simply overpowering him. Taryn arrived shortly after and was about to place restraints on the man when he threw Regnier off of him with the Force and flourished a lightsaber with a blade as orange as fire. As Regnier recovered, a band of heavily armed men came rushing around the corner from the street, opening fire almost immediately on the Jedi, and cutting him off from his former Master with a perpetual stream of fire. Letting his Shien training take over, he sent waves of red back at the group, though they were armed with too small of weaponry to effectively penetrate their heavy armor.

His attention to deflecting fire broke momentarily when he felt a shock over the Force, one that felt like only one person: Taryn Sekk. His head turned in time to see her fall by the blade, and just long enough for a single bolt to slip by his defense and hit him in the lower torso. With a cry of pain and rage, he propelled himself into the group of men with the Force and slaughtered them before he had a chance to recover his composure. He snapped back into control, but before he could even think about what he’d done, or more importantly, what he’d used to do it, the saber-wielder was upon him. Unfortunately for this dark Force-user, Regnier was not just beyond his skill with his hands, but equally so with the blade. Within no time at all, Regnier had the man disarmed and at his mercy. After struggling with his own impulses for quite some time, he rendered the man unconscious, restrained him, and returned him to Coruscant, along with his former Master’s body. He personally constructed, set her body in, and lit her funeral pyre. But he did not mourn, instead continued on stronger than before. Within the year, he took on his own Padawan learner, a female Falleen by the name of Xome Zezat, who was thirteen at the time; nearly past the time possible to be taken on by a Master, due to the fact that simply none felt that they would be the right one for her. Regnier, however, was taken with the child at their first meeting, or more specifically, her snobbish and slightly aggressive demeanor. It was commented on by a Council member in a somewhat amused tone that the Falleen’s apprenticeship to the Onderonian reminded him a great deal of the Onderonian’s own apprenticeship; indeed, it was a Master who’d brushed the Dark side more than once, teaching an overly aggressive Padawan in a style that used more “learning the hard way”. The Padawan was often at odds with her Master, debating a great many choices and reasoning, while having the consequences of her actions, sometimes quite literally, beaten into her, either by himself or by another, and yet the same two had a great bond together. As a gift to his Padawan, after she created her own and showed an affinity for Jar’kai, he presented her with Sekk’s golden-bladed lightsaber, in complement to her own yellow.

After five years of teaching his Padawan, both at the Temple and across the galaxy, Regnier received a mental call of sorts through the Force, a call for help, and one that came across a great distance. He could feel in his bones that his sister was in trouble, and no amount of persuading could convince him otherwise. The Council said that she had gone to Tatooine to look into a criminal ring that may have been linked to an assassination attempt on a Nautolan Senator. Against the Council’s wishes, he departed Coruscant, taking his Padawan with him after she refused to let him go alone. He arrived at Tatooine without any knowledge of Kellick’s location, past that she had landed Mos Eisley, though he instead landed in Anchorhead, because he had learned to listen to his instinct, not his brain, when it came to his twin. He followed his instinct almost blindly, coming to a cantina near the main city gate, simply because he had “a feeling”; it is also because of the “feeling” that he told Xome to stay in the shadows outside, even through her protestation that her natural abilities would help considerably, telling her to wait for his signal. In possibly record time, after simply uttering his sister’s name in a question to the bartender, blasters were drawn by numerous rather gritty individuals. The seasoned Knight, knowing full well that, unless these men had a few nasty tricks up their sleeves, he could easily take them, calmly placed his lightsaber on the bar and uttered a simple question, ”What have you done to her?” To which one of the men, after collecting his weapon, replied, ”She’s fine, for now, Jedi. Keep this civil, and she just might stay that way.” Before incapacitating him.

What was confirmed as seven hours later, Regnier regained his senses, chained to the wall of a well-lit cavern and wearing a neural restraint. He was also on the opposite wall as none other than Kellick, who was giving him a wordless grin as she sat in the same predicament as he did. She had felt him coming, and, knowing her brother, wasn’t concerned about getting free, but rather trying to gauge just how long he would wait before escaping. After discussing what had happened with his sister, which turned out to be that the group she’d been sent to investigate had actually been the ones to attempt the assassination themselves at the request of another Nautolan who wanted the Senator’s place a little too badly, and that the group that was holding was indeed that gang. Kel had simply caught their attention too soon and walked into a trap, and that they were keeping her alive until they figured out just how much she knew, and more importantly, how much she’d reported on, which in truth was nothing after landing on the planet. After informing her brother that they were somewhere in the Dune Sea as far as she could figure, one of the gang members entered the cave and began questioning Regnier about how he’d found them. He replied with a particularly insulting and lude comment about the man’s sexuality, which garnered a particularly hard left hook to his stomach. Regnier, anticipating this entirely, used the bond between himself and his Padawan, and transmitted the pain across it. It took less than three minutes before Xome stalked into the cave from the opposite direction and freeing both Knights. Kel, questioning why she had waited so long, got the simple response from Xome that Regnier had told her to wait. Regnier, taking his old Master’s lightsaber from his Padawan, and giving blaster he’d left with his Padawan to Kellick, congratulated the Falleen on, for once, remembering that he was a very literal man.

Three minutes and six corpses later, after retrieving their confiscated items, the three came out of the cave, and made their escape on foot across the dunes. A few minutes later, the rest of the gang caught up with them, and being outnumbered eleven to one, the Jedi took refuge in a large maze-like outcropping of rocks, where the gang-members hunted them, though in fact it was the criminals who were being hunted. One by one, members fell to blaster-fire from a vantage point or a glowing blade after stepping too far away from a group. Ten men shorter than before and now a lot wiser, the thugs stayed in one group. Running into a dead-end that could only by bypassed by scaling the rocky-walls, and with the gang now cutting off their only other path, Regnier sent the other two ahead and moved farther away from the dead-end to slow the men, accepting no argument. He chose a portion of canyon that only allowed six or so men shoulder to shoulder and waited. The gang arrived, and knowing that only the ones up front could fire, placed their toughest and best, a Mandalorian, three Weequy, a Barabel, and a droid, up front. Against foes so heavily armed and armored, Regnier simply deflected their shots and slowly, though steadily, retreated. Soon, however, his advantage was lost, and the group spread out and began advancing faster. Taking the initiative and briefly surprising the group, Regnier rushed into them, deflecting and attacking furiously, even after a shot slipped through his defense and hit his thigh, and even after the Barabel was able to slash open the side of his arm with a short blade. Eventually, the voice of his sister echoed through the canyon, and Regnier used the Force to run down the canyon at speeds beyond humans, leaving a trail of several bodies along the canyon behind him, nearly half the gang’s members, and using the Force to leap half-way up the canyon wall, catching the grapple-line his Padawan liked to carry, hurried all the more by the crackle of slugthrowers from above. Their running battle with the criminals had just turned into a running battle with Tusken Raiders who weren’t happy with the disturbance in their territory. Fighting slugthrowers for the first time, Xome fell before Regnier cleared the ridge of the wall. Using rocks and scrapped machinery as cover, Regnier carried his dying Padawan over his shoulder, while Kel followed behind him, returning fire with his blaster, running into the occaisional Raider directly along the way, until the ran straight into a group of seven. Not having time to stope, else the Raiders following would have time to catch up, the two ran through, lightsabers flashing, and Regnier still carrying the Falleen over his shoulder. In his haste and handicap, as well as his fatigue from running and fighting so long, Regnier let a gaderffii through, though it just barely grazed his face from his reflexes, it still distracted him enough that a slug from one of the Tusken Raiders caught him in the back of the shoulder, going clean through the muscle and out the other side. He did not stop, however, instead using all his will and the Force to propel him faster, with his twin following behind and compensating for his current ability to defend himself.

They escaped the Raiders without further incident, and arrived at Regnier’s ship by nightfall. Regnier, physically and mentally exhausted, collapsed after entering the shuttle. Kellick, applying the ship’s limited medical capabilities, was able to keep both Padawan and Master alive, for the time being, and piloted the ship off-planet, and into hyperspace. She then checked on her “passengers”, and was stricken that Xome would, without a doubt, not survive. She was able to tell Kellick that she wanted the same funeral as Taryn Sekk, the Jedi of whom her Master had held in such high regard, and that she wanted it done with Sekk’s lightsaber in her clasp; something to which Kellick swore. Regnier, on the other hand, did not wake from his fatigue-induced sleep for several hours, though he did indeed survive his injuries, and later healed fully, save for the scars due to leaving bacta treatment before its completion, after landing on Coruscant. Even in his damaged state, Regnier still constructed Xome’s pyre, as well as placed her in it. After saying a few words, words which none other have made out, he placed Sekk’s lightsaber and her own in her hands, crossed her arms across her chest, and lit the Falleen’s pyre, before collapsing and being immediately put in a bacta tank.

Since the death of his Padawan three years ago, he has become much more of a private man, even meditating with his sister less, and incredibly driven to hone his skills as much as is possible. He even disappeared for nearly a year, where he went to the planet of his ancestry: Onderon, where he learned that his Aunt had indeed survived, though he only visited her briefly, and she later said that it seemed more out of to see if she were well than to acquaint himself. She, seeing the scarred soul underneath the man, stated to a friend, ”I do believe that our lives would be horrible had I chosen to keep them. It was bad as it was for awhile. Seeing him now, though…I’m not sure he was better off. At least Kellick seems to be doing quite well, from what he says. I suppose that one out of two is better than neither leading a good life…though, there is always a chance for him. I only hope he can see it if it comes.” Though some have urged him to take on another Padawan, he has yet to do so, and many believe he never will again, while others believe he is simply waiting for the right one. What concerns many other Jedi, however, is that among the change his personality has undergone, he has seemingly gone back to what he was like as a Padawan; he was aggressive as a Knight, but no less a servant of the Light for it. Now, however, he is once again increasingly aggressive, and the darkness that has mired his spirit since birth can once again be seen without having to search for it; while he is not dark, it is like his soul has a shadow, a small taint in it, and whereas it was buried deeply before, now it rests where it did originally, in the core of his heart.

Yeah.... that's good... very...good....

That is the longest and most in-depth Bio I have ever seen.

Makes me feel like going back and rewriting all of mine...

!!!TOTALLY ACCEPTED!!!

And there was much rejoicing. Yay.

Geh...bloody 'ell, that was mind-numbing. Anyhow, just as a side note, if anyone wants to play the sister, she's up for grabs...till then, I'll NPC her now and then. And also, I may very well take on a Padawan, but as stated, he's kind of waiting for the right individual, and so am I. That means that, until I see the right character to apprentice, I won't take one on, and as for what the right one is...who knows? We'll see when we get there, if we ever do.

Totally cool. On this site, masters pick their padawans, IC and OOC. So all you younglings, remember, don't be the youngling bodoy wants around.

THATS A BIO!

Uuh, just a side note, form VII (Juyo) is almost impossible to master. It is often referred to as the incomplete form, because nearly all of it's creators fell to the dark side or died before they could. Vapaad, is what is was named when it was finally finished in roughly 30 BBY by Mace Windu, and even then it's completion cost a jedi his alliegance. I won't stand in your way about it, but be warned, Juyo is nearly a dark side power and will require you to acount for it in your RP's.

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I appreciate your concern for keeping the RP up to standards, but they aren't necessary. If he wants to play out his character with Juyo forever without ever noting it's dark side, he can. If it becomes a problem, we'll deal with it, but we don't need all our characters picked apart before they even make a mistake. So however much you may want to nip it in the bud, maybe you should wait to see what kind of flower blooms?

Poetic. But, you never "truely" master a form. I'm not agreeing nor disagreeing with either people here, I'm just saying, you can be seen AS a master of a form, but you don't really master a fighting style. There's always some punk who gets better at it, or figures out something that you haven't. Unfortunately, most of our characters are human and therefore are prone to mistakes

Just something to keep in mind. Think Matrix!...Feel the form master you...feeeeel...

ok I'll shutup now.

Uh...well, I'd just like to say...don't take everything you read on Wikipedia or Wookiepedia at face value. They're notoriously spotty. And secondly, Juyo is not Vaapad.

Juyo is portrayed as a powerful but precarious form that sacrifices defense against both weapons and the Force in return for greater dexterity and strength of attack. Every blow from a master of Form VII Juyo threatened to be a life-ending critical strike. Alternatively, Mace Windu's Form VII appears to protect the user from these attacks while still being a highly effective offensive form.

Jedi Master Mace Windu developed his own Form VII, which was nicknamed Vaapad after a creature from Sarapin which moved with speed similar to Vaapad. Vaapad is not the finished form of Juyo, it is an alternate Form VII.

This is also stated by looking at known practitioners of Form VII. It lists Darth Maul, Shaak Ti (some knowledge), Palpatine/Darth Sidious, Yoda, Kavar, General Qymaen jai Sheelal, Darth Revan, Cin Drallig, Jedi Exile, and Luminara Unduli as knowing Juyo, not Vaapad, while Vaapad practitioners are Mace Windu, Sora Bulq, Depa Billaba, Quinlan Vos (Partial, never completed training), Yoda (Some knowledge), Darth Sidious (Some knowledge), and you will note that several of the Juyo practitioners were around during the time of Windu (And also that both Kavar, Revan, and the Exile were considered actual practitioners, so while it may not have been complete, they still knew enough about it to make it incredibly effective). Vaapad is not Juyo, it is to Juyo what Shien is to Djem So; they are both called form Form V, but they are both very different.

Juyo is simply an incredibly aggressive style, Vaapad is a state of mind plus a style that requires you to enjoy the battle. Also, you will note, my character has slight issues with the Dark Side...plus, he only uses this form when really necessary, like when his other three won't get the job done.