Post by Swamps on Dec 3, 2012 15:33:34 GMT -5
"Justice without force is powerless; force without justice is tyrannical."
- Blaise Pascal
Name: Karon Meritt
Race: Miraluka
Age: 25
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 153lbs
Appearance:
Karon is an individual of impressive physical condition and influence making him a fearsome opponent even when unarmed. He keeps his head shaven and smooth and possesses strong features and high cheekbones which he keeps equally as controlled as his head. Like every other member of his species Karon lacked actual eyes like that of a Human and in their place had vestigial eye sockets: smooth, carved dips of space. Across his back and left arm he exhibits several dark, twisted scars from his time at the hands of pirates. He also has a small tattoo on the inside of his heel, a brand. A small red circle dominated by a jagged black tooth, the pirate's sign of ownership. Although he could have easily had the tattoo removed Karon chose to keep it, as a sign that he had power over it and not the other way around.
Karon is most commonly seen clad in the traditional robes of the Jedi albeit of an almost brown dark red cloth as opposed to the commoner blacks and browns. It is centred with a large silver buckle which holds his flowing robes together and across his person. Underneath he wears a creamy-white tabard, a dark brown obi and rugged trousers of the same colour. Around his obi Karon wears a black leather utility belt which has many small pouches of the same material fixed around them containing various trinkets such as credits and his commlink. His tabard is occasionally accompanied with a vest of body armour, strong enough to protect him whilst remaining non-restrictive. Karon is a dedicated and talented carpenter and wears around his neck a small, smooth necklace of his own creation. The necklace is of a stylised star with flowing, curving arcs of 'light' emanating from a perfectly smooth sphere of dark Cosian wood and many swirling concentric circles swarming on the surface of the sphere. Around his eye sockets Karon wears a comfortable blindfold of the same cordovan linen as his robes due to the revulsion and discomfort that many species felt at the seemingly unnatural sight of Karon's empty sockets.
Personality:
Karon is a driven and confident individual with a heart for justice and a fist for it's administering. He possesses a dark sense of humour which he applies rarely but to great effect and has few friends within the Jedi Order.
He was abducted by pirates as a child and spent many months at the hands of the savages. They drank, fought, gambled and killed and tortured young Karon when he refused to use his powers for them. The young Karon was confused; the walls of morality that he had built for himself were cracking and crumbling around him. Alas if it wasn't for his sudden and bloody rescue at the hands of his 'uncle' Galgrus, his father and Garn Vellis, a Jedi Knight, he would have most probably grown to inhabit the same pits of murder, crime and debauchery as any other member of the Clan.
Karon realised this and that he owes the Jedi a life debt. They had saved him from a lifetime of evil and in return they asked his mind and his body. So, dutifully, Karon gave himself over to the Jedi way and embraced it's teachings which were very much aligned with his own. Protection for the weak and the vulnerable, help for the needy and the helpless and justice for the wronged and the wounded. His dedication to the Jedi ways however reaches a boundary at his temper which is infamously short, many criminals tempting his hand and his Lightsaber.
During his time as a Padawan under Master Djorn Karon's best friend in the Temple, Bellinda Maskrr, left the Temple to fight crime on her own terms. Karon had entertained this idea many times previously and vocalised his opinions on the treatment of criminals, favouring execution as opposed to the imprisonment and 'merciful' approach of many Jedi. Bellinda's defection however crushed him and for many days he dragged Halli about the lower levels of Coruscant looking for his friend. Bellinda was nowhere to be seen but rumours of a Lightsaber-wielding Miraluka bringing vengeance to the streets began to circulate. Karon was overwhelmed with emotion. Anger at her, why hadn't she told him and why would she leave without so much as a goodbye? Great sorrow that his only friend had left him and mild pride that she was doing good however much it hurt him.
This experience gave Karon a bitter and often stony edge and made him reluctant to enter into friendships. Several months after her disappearance the rumours began to die down and Karon, presuming the worst, held a private funeral for her. His years under Djorn and the bubbly nature of Halli however dulled this bitterness and he gained a warm edge which emerges when he is around his few friends. Due to the nature of Karon's travel however these few friends are scattered across the stars from Zeltros to Nar Shaddaa, from Alderaan to Corellia.
Birth place: Fondor, Freeworlds Territory, Tapani Sector.
Faction: Jedi
Rank: Jedi Knight (Guardian)
Lightsaber: Single-phase single blade
Color: Yellow
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho - 5
Makashi - 3
Soresu - N/A
Ataru - N/A
Shien / Djem So - 2
>>Sub-form Backhanded - N/A
Niman - N/A
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield - N/A
Juyo - N/A
Double Bladed Combat - N/A
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices: None of any note.
Telekinetic: 4
Telepathic: 1
Body: 5
Sense: 6
Protection:
Healing: 2
Destruction: 2
Specialized Skills: Moderate unarmed combat training, woodwork.
Attributes:
Strength: 6
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 4
Leadership: 4
Unarmed: 4
Melee Weapons: 2
Ranged Weapons: 1
Bio:
Karon Meritt was born to impoverished Miraluka parents in the highly populous slums of Fondor. His mother and father, Jenar and Memnus, made and sold timber furniture and jewellery at one of the nearby markets and because of their steady work they were one of the wealthiest (in slum terms) and most influential families in the area. The family often gave money to poorer friends and acquaintances and were respected all throughout the slums. Karon lived with his parents in a small home nearby to the slum's only (and self-proclaimed best) public house The Wretched Hive whose owner Galgrus, a heftily-sized Herglic, was a close family friend. Galgrus had once been a respected and renowned mercenary but after losing his arm he lost both his pride and his blaster-arm and had dejectedly returned to his homeworld of Fondor to live.
Early in his life Karon began to show signs of a heightened connection to the Force. The extent of his vision astonished his parents and he began to have odd dreams. Galgrus advised them to involve the Jedi and contacted an old friend in the Order to come and investigate. However the news of Karon's gift spread through the slum like wildfire and quickly reached the ears of the infamous pirates of the Wicked Fang Clan who plotted to snatch the Miraluka boy and sell him to a group of scientists in the outer rim, looking to research Forcefuls.
They struck just as the day was darkening and the market closing, whilst Karon's father was busy selling his wares. Three armed men led by a cruel-faced Devaronian stormed the Merrit household and, killing Jenar, abducted Karon. But not before she could land a desperate slash across the Devaronian's face, cutting him deep. Kurss, for that was the Devaronian's name, was furious at the wound he had received and attacked Karon in his cell. Using his beloved knife he slashed bloody arcs across the boy's back and left him bleeding and whimpering on the ground. Kurss would later, when more level-headed, curse his rage as it had ruined any chance of Karon being a stable test subject for the scientists. Instead he resolved to travel to Nal Hutta and attempt to advertise Karon as a gifted oddity and a trophy.
However unbeknownst to the pirates the cavalry were on their way... When Memnus discovered what had become of his family he ran to Galgrus and not long later the two waited on one of Galgrus's old aquaintances. Somebody with true power. Garn Vellis was a highly-talented and accomplished Jedi Knight and his arrival caused an explosion of gossip within the slums. After he had brushed through the zealous welcomes he, Galgrus and Memnus met in the Wretched Hive to plan. Soon afterwards they set off from Fondor in Garn's ship, following a metaphorical trail of breadcrumbs until they reached Nal Hutta, where the pirates had docked. The trio boarded and fought their way through the ship leaving a trail of burnt and dismembered pirates in their wake until they reached the brig where Karon was being held. Unfortunately for Kurss the Hutts were not interested in Karon and unfortunately for Karon this had made him even angrier, driving him to attack him again. However this also reduced Kurss's chances of survival greatly as Karon's father burst in to see his son under the knife, or so to speak. Needless to say Kurss was quickly and bloodily dispatched but not without cost. Memnus lay dead; mortally wounded by rushing Kurss and bleeding heavily he spoke his last words,imploring Garn to take Karon to the Temple to be trained. Garn agreed but it was only with the help of Galgrus that Karon was torn away from his father's corpse as the pirates rallied. They smashed their way out of the ship and fled Nal Hutta, Galgrus parting ways with the duo at Corellia before they continued on towards Coruscant and a new life for Karon.
When Karon arrived at the Jedi Temple he felt alienated and different from the other younglings in his clan. He was blind and scarred both mentally and physically thus different and ugly to the other students. His experience with the pirates had taught him much of the universe and no Jedi teaching could alter that. He had few friends within the Order and indeed only two in his clan. Bellinda Maskrr was a Miraluka like himself and a gentle, reserved individual who had been raised in the temple, her parents having put her up for adoption. Bellinda and Karon were drawn together: both Miraluka and both orphans. Second of the two was Halycon Price a bubbly near-Human who had been raised in the Coruscanti underworld and possessed the amazing gift of prophetic painting. She was enthusiastic and friendly almost to a fault and didn't so much make friends with Karon and Bellinda but jump into their lives and make a hell of a splash! The trio spent their spare time chatting, training and perusing the massive archives of the Jedi and developed incredibly close friendships.
However their friendships were soon tested as they neared the end of their time as younglings and began thinking about being taken as Padawans. They could be taken anywhere to train and it worried Karon that he may not see either of his friends again, especially Bellinda. At the end of his training he was chosen by Master Eldred Djorn, a wise and skilled Whipid known for his eccentricity and impressive swordplay. Karon was distraught when he found out his Master's intentions and rushed to tell his friends. He would spend the majority of his time flitting from planet to planet and system to system, his Master seeking to educate him on the universe as well as the Force. Before he left however, using the techniques he had learnt from his mother, he crafted a charm for both of his friends. A flattened sphere for Bellinda of a soft Kima wood and with their initials a 'K' and a 'B' engraved into it in Miralukese to carry with her. For Halli Karon tried his hand at painting, something both meaningless and difficult for a Miraluka. The product of this effort was his home, a rough yet warming rendition of his haphazard shanty town home. He gave his gifts and after long hugs with both of his friends he bid them a sorrowful goodbye wondering what it would be like to cry.
The next few months were incredibly difficult for Karon. He was without his two best friends and was stuck on a cold ship with a Master who was proving impatient and exasperating. His separation from them made him realise how much he missed them, especially Bellinda. He began to realise that he was in love but his own embarrassment and the code of the Jedi forbade him from announcing it on any of his many calls with her. Gradually though he grew used to the Whipid and even became comfortable around him, eking a proud smile from the old Jedi. Soon they were fast friends and more like brothers than Master and apprentice. After touring several other systems Eldred took Karon to Ilum where he constructed his first Lightsaber. For someone who specialised so much in Lightsaber combat this was a moment of great excitement and a milestone. When Karon left Ilum he was the owner of his own Lightsaber and was incredibly proud of his handiwork. It was a unique weapon and although possessing the common metal core it's handgrip and base had been carved from smooth yet tough Kima wood, the same wood that he had carved Bellinda's charm from. His excitement however was quickly dashed as he received a message from Halli on his way back from Ilum...
Bellinda had ran away, leaving the Jedi Order and her two friends behind. There had been no warning, no goodbye and certainly no clue as to where she had gone. Karon was shattered: overcome by worry, guilt, desperation, anger, love, frustration. Without waiting for permission he took control of his Master's ship and sped back to Coruscant, both sadness and fire burning in his body. Receiving a tip off from mercants operating around the temple he tracked Bellinda to level 995 and proceeded to drag Halli about it searching high and low for his friend. After days of sleepless searching Karon and Halli ran afoul of gangs led by her criminal father and abandoned their search and returned to the temple dejected. Karon was plagued by dreams upon his return, nightmares. They were all different but had a single constant: Bellinda. The dreams tortured him and he slowly began to realise how much he had loved her.
Weeks later Karon returned to his training a different man. He had been hardened, more so than even the death of his parents had, and his temper had suffered deeply for it. Although he retained his witty, adventurous exterior locked away was a raw fury that burnt against the inside of his skull screaming for vengeance. Karon and Halli organised an empty coffin funeral attended only by them, their Masters and Bellinda's Wookie Master. Karon found himself leaning more on Halli than he ever had before and their calls increased in frequency as she took on Bellinda's role of confidant in his life. The Miraluka after much struggle managed to lock his feelings away and return as much as possible to normal life and his adventures.
Although Karon and his Master enjoyed many a reckless adventure or educational visit on their journeys none was more thrilling and downright threatening as his first encounter with a Dark Jedi. The Jedi had been investigating rumours of a rogue Jedi presence on Malastare and unbeknownst to them it was following them. Whilst travelling through the notoriously cramped narrows along a balcony they were ambushed by the Dark Jedi who came whirling down from a rooftop. He was an exceptional duelist and although not yet at Master Djorn's level he played dirty, working use of a small blaster into his swordplay. Eventually the ranged and close assaults drove the Jedi Master into submission and only a fierce surprise attack from Karon saved him, severing the his opponent's arm and kicking him from the balcony on which they fought. The Council chose to recognise this act as his trial of skill. Later on that year Karon would survive his trial of flesh also, suffering a serious blaster wound whilst protecting the Toydarian Detective Deid Cartus on Coruscant from Black Sun thugs. During his time on Coruscant he also confronted his trial of spirit and very nearly didn't survive it.
After serious injury at the hands of the Black Sun Karon fell into a deep meditative trance for several days in which he was confronted by the shadowy, dying figures of his family. His parents, contorted on the ground and screaming in agony. Bellinda soon joined them dying a thousand different times and begging him to save her. He was conflicted, thoughts exploding and flashing like fireworks in his brain. His mind taunted him, claiming it was his fault. If he only gave in - only once he could have saved them. Saved them all. He was nothing, a wretch who had a chance at great and wonderful power but had discarded it and in doing so damned his kin. No! Karon denied himself, wrenching himself from his sleep yelling himself hoarse. It was true they were dead but he could not save them. But he could save others. And with that thought he propelled himself from his bed, ablaze and renewed.
Soon after with a proud smile from his Master he was knighted and glowed with pride. He would fight on and not give in to his own demons, however familiar. After all he had suffered so that he might stop the suffering of others and with this in mind he stormed into the universe, Lightsaber in hand and full of vigor and determination.
RP Sample:
Karon Meritt, aged 18.
Karon tensed his body, straightening his back and taking a deep breath in. The chamber was dark and Karon sat in its middle on a simple cushion. Around him it’s windows were obscured by several hanging blinds. Fragments of light crept through the blinds through them and threw themselves across the Miraluka’s face. He felt the cool air of the meditation chamber flow down his airways and into his lungs. Inwards, outwards. Under his robes his chest fell and rose, slowly and purposefully. Inwards, outwards. He focused inwards also, blocking out the outside world and ignoring what he continued to see. No reality, only the Force. No life, only the Force. No death, only the Force. He felt the calm wash over him, the absent peace. He reached out into himself, searching and groping for something very specific. Master Djorn had warned him of his anger and said that his rage would be his undoing. Every fibre of his body believed that it was justified but he knew that it was not the Jedi way... he would try, for them. He owed them that much. But despite this meditation was not his domain, he belonged in slums and battlegrounds not poring over old texts and exploring his mind! With a resigned sigh, the Miraluka bowed his head and delved into himself.
He found what he was looking for, a horrifying scar, bloody memories, the roots of his cancer. Karon's lip twitched as the memories played out in front of him. The blood... there was always so much blood. He felt his aura again, Kurss' aura... Its burning red surface, blistering fury. Its frozen diamond heart, the numbness of its bitter malice. He tried to shake the memories from his mind but stopped, remembering the purpose of the session. Face the past not flee from it. He embraced it, feeling the pain sear through scars decades old. The knife, it's cold greeting edge flashing as it was plunged into him once more. Karon stared at Karss, contemplating the Devaronian. His twisted horns, pale-red flesh and curved horns. For the first time he gazed at the pirate. Examined every facet of his face and of his aura, his deepest and most violent emotions.
The unadulterated anger shown in him, it's crimson broiling nature writhing and ripping against his mind. He was a slave to it. A slave to his base desires and emotions. Anger and love and hate and pleasure... Karon felt bile rise in his throat, his cheeks curving in revulsion as he realised something horrifying.
The anger he carried with him, he was as much a slave to it as Karss was. His face fell as his epiphany hit him. Karon grunted as something vivid washed over him, a wave of colour and noise. A vision. In it he saw himself chained to a shadow with red, pulsing manacles. When he looked closer they were hearts, tiny tiny hearts. His anger was pulling him down, keeping him from oneness with the Force. It wasn't fuelling him or helping him, it was pushing him off course. Karon felt his mind writhe and buck, rebelling against his disgusting revelation.He had killed; felt the last dreg of somebody's life leave their body, seen their aura fade and dim... The faces flashed through his mind: the Zeltron... a rapist and a murderer. It's jet black eyes, the way they glimmered against his pale red skin. Enticing and predatory. Surely it had deserved it? The Zeltron had been evil no doubt. But maybe it could have changed, maybe he could have been better...
A mechanical whoosh broke Karon's trance as Master Djorn entered the chamber. The old Whipid shambled about the circumference of the room, his gnarled walking stick clicking against the silvery floor with every step. The Jedi Master's tusks shimmered in the half-light and his long, brown robes dragged across the ground, their flowing sides held together at his waist by a rough bone clasp.
"Did you want to say something Master?"
Karon spoke up, unsure of his Master's sudden appearance. He hadn't expected him to interrupt his session. The wizened Jedi stopped and turned his enormous head to Karon, his large tusked mouth opening slowly.
"You have been in here for three hours now. I believe you only intended to be twenty minutes?"
Eldred said with a slight and almost knowing smile before turning back to his route about the chamber. Karon followed the Whipid's path about the room with his vision until he reached the door and turned back to his Padawan.
"Evidently my suggestion of a meditation session was more useful than you ever envisioned. I will see you at dinner."
And with that he turned and left, the doors sliding shut behind him and plunging the room into darkness. Karon let a smile cross his lips, Djorn was pleased with him. However this happiness was cut short by an invasive image. A crimson, broiling aura lashing out at the empty space and writhing in itself but the aura wasn’t that of Karss’s... it was his. Karon swallowed in realisation. His Master may have been happy with him but that didn't mean he was anywhere near being happy with himself...
- Blaise Pascal
Name: Karon Meritt
Race: Miraluka
Age: 25
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 153lbs
Appearance:
Karon is an individual of impressive physical condition and influence making him a fearsome opponent even when unarmed. He keeps his head shaven and smooth and possesses strong features and high cheekbones which he keeps equally as controlled as his head. Like every other member of his species Karon lacked actual eyes like that of a Human and in their place had vestigial eye sockets: smooth, carved dips of space. Across his back and left arm he exhibits several dark, twisted scars from his time at the hands of pirates. He also has a small tattoo on the inside of his heel, a brand. A small red circle dominated by a jagged black tooth, the pirate's sign of ownership. Although he could have easily had the tattoo removed Karon chose to keep it, as a sign that he had power over it and not the other way around.
Karon is most commonly seen clad in the traditional robes of the Jedi albeit of an almost brown dark red cloth as opposed to the commoner blacks and browns. It is centred with a large silver buckle which holds his flowing robes together and across his person. Underneath he wears a creamy-white tabard, a dark brown obi and rugged trousers of the same colour. Around his obi Karon wears a black leather utility belt which has many small pouches of the same material fixed around them containing various trinkets such as credits and his commlink. His tabard is occasionally accompanied with a vest of body armour, strong enough to protect him whilst remaining non-restrictive. Karon is a dedicated and talented carpenter and wears around his neck a small, smooth necklace of his own creation. The necklace is of a stylised star with flowing, curving arcs of 'light' emanating from a perfectly smooth sphere of dark Cosian wood and many swirling concentric circles swarming on the surface of the sphere. Around his eye sockets Karon wears a comfortable blindfold of the same cordovan linen as his robes due to the revulsion and discomfort that many species felt at the seemingly unnatural sight of Karon's empty sockets.
Personality:
Karon is a driven and confident individual with a heart for justice and a fist for it's administering. He possesses a dark sense of humour which he applies rarely but to great effect and has few friends within the Jedi Order.
He was abducted by pirates as a child and spent many months at the hands of the savages. They drank, fought, gambled and killed and tortured young Karon when he refused to use his powers for them. The young Karon was confused; the walls of morality that he had built for himself were cracking and crumbling around him. Alas if it wasn't for his sudden and bloody rescue at the hands of his 'uncle' Galgrus, his father and Garn Vellis, a Jedi Knight, he would have most probably grown to inhabit the same pits of murder, crime and debauchery as any other member of the Clan.
Karon realised this and that he owes the Jedi a life debt. They had saved him from a lifetime of evil and in return they asked his mind and his body. So, dutifully, Karon gave himself over to the Jedi way and embraced it's teachings which were very much aligned with his own. Protection for the weak and the vulnerable, help for the needy and the helpless and justice for the wronged and the wounded. His dedication to the Jedi ways however reaches a boundary at his temper which is infamously short, many criminals tempting his hand and his Lightsaber.
During his time as a Padawan under Master Djorn Karon's best friend in the Temple, Bellinda Maskrr, left the Temple to fight crime on her own terms. Karon had entertained this idea many times previously and vocalised his opinions on the treatment of criminals, favouring execution as opposed to the imprisonment and 'merciful' approach of many Jedi. Bellinda's defection however crushed him and for many days he dragged Halli about the lower levels of Coruscant looking for his friend. Bellinda was nowhere to be seen but rumours of a Lightsaber-wielding Miraluka bringing vengeance to the streets began to circulate. Karon was overwhelmed with emotion. Anger at her, why hadn't she told him and why would she leave without so much as a goodbye? Great sorrow that his only friend had left him and mild pride that she was doing good however much it hurt him.
This experience gave Karon a bitter and often stony edge and made him reluctant to enter into friendships. Several months after her disappearance the rumours began to die down and Karon, presuming the worst, held a private funeral for her. His years under Djorn and the bubbly nature of Halli however dulled this bitterness and he gained a warm edge which emerges when he is around his few friends. Due to the nature of Karon's travel however these few friends are scattered across the stars from Zeltros to Nar Shaddaa, from Alderaan to Corellia.
Birth place: Fondor, Freeworlds Territory, Tapani Sector.
Faction: Jedi
Rank: Jedi Knight (Guardian)
Lightsaber: Single-phase single blade
Color: Yellow
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho - 5
Makashi - 3
Soresu - N/A
Ataru - N/A
Shien / Djem So - 2
>>Sub-form Backhanded - N/A
Niman - N/A
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield - N/A
Juyo - N/A
Double Bladed Combat - N/A
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices: None of any note.
Telekinetic: 4
Telepathic: 1
Body: 5
Sense: 6
Protection:
Healing: 2
Destruction: 2
Specialized Skills: Moderate unarmed combat training, woodwork.
Attributes:
Strength: 6
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 4
Leadership: 4
Unarmed: 4
Melee Weapons: 2
Ranged Weapons: 1
Bio:
Karon Meritt was born to impoverished Miraluka parents in the highly populous slums of Fondor. His mother and father, Jenar and Memnus, made and sold timber furniture and jewellery at one of the nearby markets and because of their steady work they were one of the wealthiest (in slum terms) and most influential families in the area. The family often gave money to poorer friends and acquaintances and were respected all throughout the slums. Karon lived with his parents in a small home nearby to the slum's only (and self-proclaimed best) public house The Wretched Hive whose owner Galgrus, a heftily-sized Herglic, was a close family friend. Galgrus had once been a respected and renowned mercenary but after losing his arm he lost both his pride and his blaster-arm and had dejectedly returned to his homeworld of Fondor to live.
Early in his life Karon began to show signs of a heightened connection to the Force. The extent of his vision astonished his parents and he began to have odd dreams. Galgrus advised them to involve the Jedi and contacted an old friend in the Order to come and investigate. However the news of Karon's gift spread through the slum like wildfire and quickly reached the ears of the infamous pirates of the Wicked Fang Clan who plotted to snatch the Miraluka boy and sell him to a group of scientists in the outer rim, looking to research Forcefuls.
They struck just as the day was darkening and the market closing, whilst Karon's father was busy selling his wares. Three armed men led by a cruel-faced Devaronian stormed the Merrit household and, killing Jenar, abducted Karon. But not before she could land a desperate slash across the Devaronian's face, cutting him deep. Kurss, for that was the Devaronian's name, was furious at the wound he had received and attacked Karon in his cell. Using his beloved knife he slashed bloody arcs across the boy's back and left him bleeding and whimpering on the ground. Kurss would later, when more level-headed, curse his rage as it had ruined any chance of Karon being a stable test subject for the scientists. Instead he resolved to travel to Nal Hutta and attempt to advertise Karon as a gifted oddity and a trophy.
However unbeknownst to the pirates the cavalry were on their way... When Memnus discovered what had become of his family he ran to Galgrus and not long later the two waited on one of Galgrus's old aquaintances. Somebody with true power. Garn Vellis was a highly-talented and accomplished Jedi Knight and his arrival caused an explosion of gossip within the slums. After he had brushed through the zealous welcomes he, Galgrus and Memnus met in the Wretched Hive to plan. Soon afterwards they set off from Fondor in Garn's ship, following a metaphorical trail of breadcrumbs until they reached Nal Hutta, where the pirates had docked. The trio boarded and fought their way through the ship leaving a trail of burnt and dismembered pirates in their wake until they reached the brig where Karon was being held. Unfortunately for Kurss the Hutts were not interested in Karon and unfortunately for Karon this had made him even angrier, driving him to attack him again. However this also reduced Kurss's chances of survival greatly as Karon's father burst in to see his son under the knife, or so to speak. Needless to say Kurss was quickly and bloodily dispatched but not without cost. Memnus lay dead; mortally wounded by rushing Kurss and bleeding heavily he spoke his last words,imploring Garn to take Karon to the Temple to be trained. Garn agreed but it was only with the help of Galgrus that Karon was torn away from his father's corpse as the pirates rallied. They smashed their way out of the ship and fled Nal Hutta, Galgrus parting ways with the duo at Corellia before they continued on towards Coruscant and a new life for Karon.
When Karon arrived at the Jedi Temple he felt alienated and different from the other younglings in his clan. He was blind and scarred both mentally and physically thus different and ugly to the other students. His experience with the pirates had taught him much of the universe and no Jedi teaching could alter that. He had few friends within the Order and indeed only two in his clan. Bellinda Maskrr was a Miraluka like himself and a gentle, reserved individual who had been raised in the temple, her parents having put her up for adoption. Bellinda and Karon were drawn together: both Miraluka and both orphans. Second of the two was Halycon Price a bubbly near-Human who had been raised in the Coruscanti underworld and possessed the amazing gift of prophetic painting. She was enthusiastic and friendly almost to a fault and didn't so much make friends with Karon and Bellinda but jump into their lives and make a hell of a splash! The trio spent their spare time chatting, training and perusing the massive archives of the Jedi and developed incredibly close friendships.
However their friendships were soon tested as they neared the end of their time as younglings and began thinking about being taken as Padawans. They could be taken anywhere to train and it worried Karon that he may not see either of his friends again, especially Bellinda. At the end of his training he was chosen by Master Eldred Djorn, a wise and skilled Whipid known for his eccentricity and impressive swordplay. Karon was distraught when he found out his Master's intentions and rushed to tell his friends. He would spend the majority of his time flitting from planet to planet and system to system, his Master seeking to educate him on the universe as well as the Force. Before he left however, using the techniques he had learnt from his mother, he crafted a charm for both of his friends. A flattened sphere for Bellinda of a soft Kima wood and with their initials a 'K' and a 'B' engraved into it in Miralukese to carry with her. For Halli Karon tried his hand at painting, something both meaningless and difficult for a Miraluka. The product of this effort was his home, a rough yet warming rendition of his haphazard shanty town home. He gave his gifts and after long hugs with both of his friends he bid them a sorrowful goodbye wondering what it would be like to cry.
The next few months were incredibly difficult for Karon. He was without his two best friends and was stuck on a cold ship with a Master who was proving impatient and exasperating. His separation from them made him realise how much he missed them, especially Bellinda. He began to realise that he was in love but his own embarrassment and the code of the Jedi forbade him from announcing it on any of his many calls with her. Gradually though he grew used to the Whipid and even became comfortable around him, eking a proud smile from the old Jedi. Soon they were fast friends and more like brothers than Master and apprentice. After touring several other systems Eldred took Karon to Ilum where he constructed his first Lightsaber. For someone who specialised so much in Lightsaber combat this was a moment of great excitement and a milestone. When Karon left Ilum he was the owner of his own Lightsaber and was incredibly proud of his handiwork. It was a unique weapon and although possessing the common metal core it's handgrip and base had been carved from smooth yet tough Kima wood, the same wood that he had carved Bellinda's charm from. His excitement however was quickly dashed as he received a message from Halli on his way back from Ilum...
Bellinda had ran away, leaving the Jedi Order and her two friends behind. There had been no warning, no goodbye and certainly no clue as to where she had gone. Karon was shattered: overcome by worry, guilt, desperation, anger, love, frustration. Without waiting for permission he took control of his Master's ship and sped back to Coruscant, both sadness and fire burning in his body. Receiving a tip off from mercants operating around the temple he tracked Bellinda to level 995 and proceeded to drag Halli about it searching high and low for his friend. After days of sleepless searching Karon and Halli ran afoul of gangs led by her criminal father and abandoned their search and returned to the temple dejected. Karon was plagued by dreams upon his return, nightmares. They were all different but had a single constant: Bellinda. The dreams tortured him and he slowly began to realise how much he had loved her.
Weeks later Karon returned to his training a different man. He had been hardened, more so than even the death of his parents had, and his temper had suffered deeply for it. Although he retained his witty, adventurous exterior locked away was a raw fury that burnt against the inside of his skull screaming for vengeance. Karon and Halli organised an empty coffin funeral attended only by them, their Masters and Bellinda's Wookie Master. Karon found himself leaning more on Halli than he ever had before and their calls increased in frequency as she took on Bellinda's role of confidant in his life. The Miraluka after much struggle managed to lock his feelings away and return as much as possible to normal life and his adventures.
Although Karon and his Master enjoyed many a reckless adventure or educational visit on their journeys none was more thrilling and downright threatening as his first encounter with a Dark Jedi. The Jedi had been investigating rumours of a rogue Jedi presence on Malastare and unbeknownst to them it was following them. Whilst travelling through the notoriously cramped narrows along a balcony they were ambushed by the Dark Jedi who came whirling down from a rooftop. He was an exceptional duelist and although not yet at Master Djorn's level he played dirty, working use of a small blaster into his swordplay. Eventually the ranged and close assaults drove the Jedi Master into submission and only a fierce surprise attack from Karon saved him, severing the his opponent's arm and kicking him from the balcony on which they fought. The Council chose to recognise this act as his trial of skill. Later on that year Karon would survive his trial of flesh also, suffering a serious blaster wound whilst protecting the Toydarian Detective Deid Cartus on Coruscant from Black Sun thugs. During his time on Coruscant he also confronted his trial of spirit and very nearly didn't survive it.
After serious injury at the hands of the Black Sun Karon fell into a deep meditative trance for several days in which he was confronted by the shadowy, dying figures of his family. His parents, contorted on the ground and screaming in agony. Bellinda soon joined them dying a thousand different times and begging him to save her. He was conflicted, thoughts exploding and flashing like fireworks in his brain. His mind taunted him, claiming it was his fault. If he only gave in - only once he could have saved them. Saved them all. He was nothing, a wretch who had a chance at great and wonderful power but had discarded it and in doing so damned his kin. No! Karon denied himself, wrenching himself from his sleep yelling himself hoarse. It was true they were dead but he could not save them. But he could save others. And with that thought he propelled himself from his bed, ablaze and renewed.
Soon after with a proud smile from his Master he was knighted and glowed with pride. He would fight on and not give in to his own demons, however familiar. After all he had suffered so that he might stop the suffering of others and with this in mind he stormed into the universe, Lightsaber in hand and full of vigor and determination.
RP Sample:
Karon Meritt, aged 18.
Karon tensed his body, straightening his back and taking a deep breath in. The chamber was dark and Karon sat in its middle on a simple cushion. Around him it’s windows were obscured by several hanging blinds. Fragments of light crept through the blinds through them and threw themselves across the Miraluka’s face. He felt the cool air of the meditation chamber flow down his airways and into his lungs. Inwards, outwards. Under his robes his chest fell and rose, slowly and purposefully. Inwards, outwards. He focused inwards also, blocking out the outside world and ignoring what he continued to see. No reality, only the Force. No life, only the Force. No death, only the Force. He felt the calm wash over him, the absent peace. He reached out into himself, searching and groping for something very specific. Master Djorn had warned him of his anger and said that his rage would be his undoing. Every fibre of his body believed that it was justified but he knew that it was not the Jedi way... he would try, for them. He owed them that much. But despite this meditation was not his domain, he belonged in slums and battlegrounds not poring over old texts and exploring his mind! With a resigned sigh, the Miraluka bowed his head and delved into himself.
He found what he was looking for, a horrifying scar, bloody memories, the roots of his cancer. Karon's lip twitched as the memories played out in front of him. The blood... there was always so much blood. He felt his aura again, Kurss' aura... Its burning red surface, blistering fury. Its frozen diamond heart, the numbness of its bitter malice. He tried to shake the memories from his mind but stopped, remembering the purpose of the session. Face the past not flee from it. He embraced it, feeling the pain sear through scars decades old. The knife, it's cold greeting edge flashing as it was plunged into him once more. Karon stared at Karss, contemplating the Devaronian. His twisted horns, pale-red flesh and curved horns. For the first time he gazed at the pirate. Examined every facet of his face and of his aura, his deepest and most violent emotions.
The unadulterated anger shown in him, it's crimson broiling nature writhing and ripping against his mind. He was a slave to it. A slave to his base desires and emotions. Anger and love and hate and pleasure... Karon felt bile rise in his throat, his cheeks curving in revulsion as he realised something horrifying.
The anger he carried with him, he was as much a slave to it as Karss was. His face fell as his epiphany hit him. Karon grunted as something vivid washed over him, a wave of colour and noise. A vision. In it he saw himself chained to a shadow with red, pulsing manacles. When he looked closer they were hearts, tiny tiny hearts. His anger was pulling him down, keeping him from oneness with the Force. It wasn't fuelling him or helping him, it was pushing him off course. Karon felt his mind writhe and buck, rebelling against his disgusting revelation.He had killed; felt the last dreg of somebody's life leave their body, seen their aura fade and dim... The faces flashed through his mind: the Zeltron... a rapist and a murderer. It's jet black eyes, the way they glimmered against his pale red skin. Enticing and predatory. Surely it had deserved it? The Zeltron had been evil no doubt. But maybe it could have changed, maybe he could have been better...
A mechanical whoosh broke Karon's trance as Master Djorn entered the chamber. The old Whipid shambled about the circumference of the room, his gnarled walking stick clicking against the silvery floor with every step. The Jedi Master's tusks shimmered in the half-light and his long, brown robes dragged across the ground, their flowing sides held together at his waist by a rough bone clasp.
"Did you want to say something Master?"
Karon spoke up, unsure of his Master's sudden appearance. He hadn't expected him to interrupt his session. The wizened Jedi stopped and turned his enormous head to Karon, his large tusked mouth opening slowly.
"You have been in here for three hours now. I believe you only intended to be twenty minutes?"
Eldred said with a slight and almost knowing smile before turning back to his route about the chamber. Karon followed the Whipid's path about the room with his vision until he reached the door and turned back to his Padawan.
"Evidently my suggestion of a meditation session was more useful than you ever envisioned. I will see you at dinner."
And with that he turned and left, the doors sliding shut behind him and plunging the room into darkness. Karon let a smile cross his lips, Djorn was pleased with him. However this happiness was cut short by an invasive image. A crimson, broiling aura lashing out at the empty space and writhing in itself but the aura wasn’t that of Karss’s... it was his. Karon swallowed in realisation. His Master may have been happy with him but that didn't mean he was anywhere near being happy with himself...
