Post by Jenno on Oct 11, 2009 17:52:04 GMT -5
Name: Vreem Took
Race: Epicanthix
Age: 42
Height: 6’2
Weight: 186 lbs
Appearance:
Vreem's appearance is based off one of turin-the-forsaken's creations and I do not claim to have anything to do with the following images.
Vreem in pencil: here
Vreem in colour: here
Vreem in battle armour: here
Vreem during his Dark Side years: here
Due to the longer life span of his race, Vreem actually looks much younger than he is.
Birth place: Dantooine
Faction: Jedi
Rank: Master Jedi/High Council Member
Bio:
Pre-discovery:
Vreem’s mother was a sleeper; it was her profession upon hes home world of Panatha. He was conceived through what was an accident. During a session with one of her regular customers, a wealthy mineral baron, there was an accident with the contraception and she ended up pregnant. She didn’t find this fact out until a few months when she noticed she had gotten bigger. It didn’t take long for the father of her child to find out this fact as well. And since he was unwed and without a successor, he saw his opportunity before him.
However, Vreem’s mother knew that the baron could only raise a corrupt and wicked child. And so, wanting to keep the baby, she fled off world. Managing to gather the money she had, she managed to catch a number of different transports until she found herself upon a world she thought safe for her child, Dantooine. By the time she had managed to find this safe haven, she was only a matter of days from giving birth and before she knew it, it was upon her.
During the process of giving birth, she lost so much blood that she sadly passed away. But not before she was able to name her child. It was after she had done this that, with a smile, she became one with the force.
He was soon adopted by two human parents who could not have children of their own. For four years he grew up in a loving and caring environment, just as his mother would have wanted. However, towards the end of those four years, he began to notice how much he didn’t fit in with the other children he knew and how different he looked compared to his parents. His black hair and light brown eyes were completely different to their orange and blonde hair, along with the green and blue eyes.
Vreem soon discovered that it wasn’t only these features of him that were different as his parents were soon approached by a Jedi from the enclave. The Watchman spoke to his adopted parents about giving Vreem the chance to join the order and to become a Jedi, they were quick to reject. However, Vreem felt a sense of belonging around this Jedi and it was something he had never felt before. So, after talking to his parents, he managed to convince them to let him go. Although they were sad to let their adopted son slip through their fingers, they knew in their hearts it was something they had to do. After his acceptance into the order, he was transported to the temple on Coruscant, where he began his training.
Youngling:
So, for the next six years, Vreem spent time studying in the arts of the Jedi and it didn’t take long until he was able to touch the force itself. He noticed as most sought to improve their saber skills, yet Vreem found he was not skilled in this area as much as others, instead he found manipulating the force a much easier task. Surrounded by all of these other Younglings, Vreem still felt as though he didn’t belong. However, he soon made friends with a human boy named Jayne who, Vreem soon discovered, felt just as out of place as he did due to his empathic ability. The friendship between the two grew over their time at the temple together and they soon became as close as brothers. At the age of ten, they were split up, however, as both boys were taken on by masters.
Apprentice:
Vreem was taken under the wing of a young Jedi Knight, Kel Yuul was his name. It appeared that the Guardian had passed his trials but a year or two before taking on an apprentice. He was a friendly man, easy to place trust in and a far better teacher than Vreem had first thought. Being a Jedi Guardian, his best work revolved around instructing the newly appointed Padawan in the ways of saber combat. It was under Yuul’s tutelage that Vreem moved on from the first form of Shii-Cho to study his master’s favoured form of Makashi. Vreem enjoyed this style, the flowing motions and the precise movements and strikes it required suited him better than the usual brutish blows and wild swings most Jedi he had met used. It was after studying this style of combat that Vreem constructed his first lightsaber, the ever-green ‘Rapidity’.
For eight years the pair trained and bonded without incident, apart from the usual missions that went a lot rougher than planned, so Vreem didn’t even think to question when his master told him they were going to be away from the temple for a long time. He had called it ‘special training’ with his usual friendly smile.
The pair traveled across a large number of planets, Vreem decided to stop counting after eight. They seemed to be gathering supplies, but he was curious as to why they stopped at so many unnecessary places. He didn’t want to question his master, so he let the queries slide.
When they came to stop on a dry, desolate planet where no civilization was, the Padawan knew this was where they were meant to be stopping. From the moment they touched down in a canyon, his master failed to mutter a word to Vreem, through all the unpacking and numerous hours of walking. Not a single word, he just kept the dead expression in his eyes. Vreem felt awkward as they walked, not due to the fact his master hadn’t said a word, because there had been a few times before when he’d been the same. Instead he found that it was the force around him that caused the queasy feeling that oozed from his gut. The presence of the force here was like nothing he’d ever felt before, it was dark and tainted, yet so unbelievably strong.
As they moved into a maze of caverns, Vreem was suddenly surprised when, after an age of walking, they fell upon man-made light. Small poles sat in the rocky formations, the soft warm light enveloping the entire area. Yet this wasn’t so much of a surprise as the aged man who sat their, enthralled in robes, a beacon of darkness. That’s what the Padawan felt as he looked into those bottomless pits which made up the man’s eyes.
Soon the introductions took place. This man, who seemed as though he was in his later thirties, was Grahn Mhor, an old Jedi who lived alone on this plant. It also turned out that he was Kel’s old master and Kel had brought Vreem before his old master under the council’s wishes. Vreem was to study under both of them, for he held a great deal of potential and that his current master alone was not capable of nurturing Vreem’s gift at controlling the force. This was what they told him. However, during their intense training and brutal methods along with the dark force presence, the Padawan didn’t notice as he slowly started to fall from the light.
Slowly they forced their ideals and impressions upon him, making him believe that certain things he’d previously thought morally wrong were actually okay. It didn’t take long until he had lost himself within the confusion and the darkness swept over him. He forgot all of the Jedi ideals and ways he’d been taught, the dark aura of the planet crushing any hope of keeping a sane mind. It was not long after this that the real training began, Grahn taught him powers that, for the most part, required Vreem to call upon the darkness for strength and power. The focal point of which his training revolved around for a year was force lightning, an ability which came quite naturally to Vreem. It was mainly Grahn who taught him this ability, and it was then that Vreem gleaned how powerful the man actually was. His command of the force was extensive, and even though Vreem grew stronger day by day, he was still very much aware of the gap in their abilities.
After a year of concentrating on this ability, Mohr chose to move on their subject of study onto an ability which struck fear into Vreem, even at the age on 19, combustion. It seemed that it was Grahn specialized in this ability, having taken it as a power of the light; he had twisted it and used it for darker intentions. He told the tale of how he had once before used it to torture a man, using it on individual fingers, all in order to get the information he needed. The tale made Vreem shudder, what made him shudder more was the fact that he spent the next two years studying it. He learned well, although he wasn’t at the same level as Grahn, he still possessed skill in using the powers he now had. And over those three years, he had also refined his combat abilities, dueling with both of his masters, all three of them using the exact same style.
After three years of rotting in the dark, the three lost souls were found by the light, or more precisely, a party of four Jedi. It seems that ever since Vreem and Kel’s disappearance, the council had sent a group to follow them, and it seemed that after years of following their trail over numerous planets they had found Kel’s ship on Korriban and had finally been approved to go down to the planet’s surface.
Athough taken by surprise with the appearance of Jedi, the three, now considered, Dark Jedi took only moments to prepare themselves. For a few moments they were in a stand off, the Jedi spoke about how all three of them were traitors, falling to the darkside, looking to kill numerous Jedi, such acts were not to go unpunished. Whilst Grahn and Kel seemed unfazed by these statements, Vreem, was thrown into a Sarlac pit of confusion. That’s when his true self started to return. After being surrounded by the tainted atmosphere for so long, the purity and benevolence that was escaping the four Jedi before Vreem was affecting him. His mind seemed to split in two, between the darkness and the light that was returning to him. It was in this state of internal confusion that he passed out.
When he came to, Vreem found himself surrounded by the four Jedi who had previously confronted him. Confused, he quickly backed up against the wall and sat quietly, arms squeezing his knees close to him. He heard whispers, the murmurs of the Jedi’s voices. After he had collapsed, his masters had tried to collapse the cave upon the Jedi, but they managed to grab Vreem and escape safely back to their ship, which they were now on. They were preparing to go back after the other two to capture them. It was at this moment that the youngest of the group moved over to Vreem softly. He recognized the face even after eleven years, his only ever friend, Jayne. This comforted Vreem somewhat; enough to gather his senses and detect the approach of his masters. He quickly warned the Jedi and they set off to meet their approaching adversaries. But only after a few minutes of their departure, Vreem sensed his original master but a few paces away from the ship. With an expression of horror, he told his old friend who daringly went out to meet Kel.
With the knowledge of his master’s abilities, Vreem strengthened his resolve to help his friend and left the ship, looking to capture his master and earn back his redemption. As he exited the ship, he did so to the scene of his master standing over the beaten body of Jayne. The style of Makashi was a hard form to combat, especially in single combat. Much to his master’s surprise, Vreem ignited Rapidity and performed the usual Makashi salute. Furious, Kel accepted the challenge, seeking to end any hope the Padawan had of ever returning to the light. The two fought a furious battle, using the same form against one another, it was in this clash of emotion that Vreem received the scar across his left cheek. Eventually, they managed to disarm each other and now battered, unarmed and exhausted, they stood merely a few meters away from each other. It was then that Jayne spoke to him, muttering a few words of encouragement to Vreem. The words touched the Padawan’s heart, and with his last piece of energy, he stood tall, cast forth his arm from which a fury of lightning erupted, yet this was different. Even in the glaring sun one could see its emerald glow. This strange lightning was the last thing that Kel ever saw as it surged through his body and killed him.
With a lighter feeling heart, Vreem gathered both his own and his master’s sabers and helped Jayne onto the ship, along with Kel’s corpse. He was about to set off to find the other three Jedi when two of them came limping up ship’s ramp. One Jedi seemed healthy apart from his heavy breathing and cuts which covered his body. The Jedi next to him was in a far worse position, his right arm was completely gone and Vreem knew why. It was no saber stroke; it was Grahn’s use of combustion that had inflicted the wound. After trading stories and discovering that the other Jedi had been pushed from the top of a cliff with the Dark Jedi’s Force Lightning. Every one of them battered and bruised, they returned home, to the Jedi temple.
They were before the council almost immediately where they each told their tales of loss and misery. Vreem’s was an even longer tale which spanned the three years he had been missing from the temple. The council were uncertain of how to react to his appearance and he was made to wait a number of days until they reached their decision, all of this time he spent with his ‘brother’.
When they finally called him before them, he was nervous, even though he knew that to be so would merely gain him a lecture. He was certain that they were going to kill him, or exile him. So he was most surprised when they said he was to be appointed to the rank of Jedi Knight. It appeared that, after analysis of his time on Korriban, he had past the required trials that were necessary of advancement in the order. And so, without little complaint, he traded in his braid for a new future.
Knight/Sentinel:
Now a Knight of the order, Vreem approached his new position with a great amount of vigour, first of all taking on missions and traversing the galaxy. Slowly and surely, he began to lose the influence that had been thrust into him for three years. One thing he interest in, was his personal training and study. After the battle against his master, he could never forget the feeling when he had cast the lightning from his hands. It felt so different compared to the Force Lightning he had been forcefully taught before.
So, using his position, he searched for files in the Jedi archives, and was able to find a few files on a force abilty named ‘Electric Judgment’. It appeared that the ability was extremely rare amongst Jedi and was also looked down upon due to its harmful nature. Yet this didn’t stop Vreem from using the files to train his usage in the ability. During his time as a Knight, he took the time to study and practice the ability along with the ability called Force Absorb, which would help when combating Force Lightning. It took almost seven years to be able to use both abilities upon will. The training was daunting, especially after he acquired an apprentice after only a year of becoming a Knight. It reminded him too much of his own master. Ren was brash by Jedi standards, always eager to rush into things unprepared; he caused his master to worry an awful lot throughout their time together. When Vreem took on Ren as his apprentice, the boy was twelve years old; he wasn’t far from being rejected from the order.
Ren was naïve for a Jedi, he believed strangers too easily which, even though he always had the best intentions, was a harmful trait. Their time together was enjoyable, Vreem instructed his apprentice in the ways of Makashi, like his own master had. In truth, Ren reminded Vreem of himself at that age, more capable with force abilities than saber combat. But thankfully, they were able to overcome that obstacle and Ren was also able to construct his first lightsaber. Vreem was proud of his apprentice, although he would never admit it to the boy, it felt strange to watch him grow up and mature, along with witnessing their bond continuously getting stronger and stronger. There had been a time where Vreem had even considered training in the powers he was trying to train. But he doubted that, for all his talents and progress, the boy would be able to handle the strain.
The trials approached after nine years together, and yet it at all seemed like a passing moment. Ren was sent to a number of missions alone, and at these times, Vreem would find it difficult to concentrate on any other task. Eventually, he found he was able to escape this distress through studying. And It was actually whilst Ren was on his second mission that Vreem first discovered Force Blind. He had been trying to figure out how to concentrate the outburst from Electric Judgment however, he just couldn’t seem to find a way. It was a pure accident that he discovered the ability, training not far from others, Vreem shot out a burst, trying a different way of calling forth the emerald lightning by focusing on an opponent as he did. When nothing came from his hands he was worried. It was then he heard the clashes and falling of Jedi in the rooms around him. As he rushed to help, each told a story of how a blinding flash of light had caused them to lose focus and their eyesight for a few brief moments. As he meditated on this event, Vreem worked out that he had managed to focus the light from his regular attack in order to temporarily hinder the Jedi’s vision.
More research led him to discover information on this ability. It was also quite an abnormal one, best used when trying to infiltrate an enemy base. It was this that caused Vreem to take minor interest in the stealth side of the Jedi. Foreseeing how useful it could be, he practiced this Force Blinding and also improved his ability to cloak himself in the force. He didn’t spend too much time training himself in this department; he only sought to get it to a standard where it would be helpful and not a hindrance.
This training made for a great distraction from Ren’s missions and mere moments after perfecting the Force Blinding ability, Vreem found himself congratulating his soon-to-be-promoted apprentice. Ren wasted little time in recalling his encounters and how he overcame them. He also spoke about how he enjoyed making contacts upon all of the different planets; he loved how many different people there were throughout the galaxy.
After his Padawan was promoted to the rank of Jedi Knight, the Order saw it fit to promote Vreem to the rank of Jedi Master at the age of 31. A few months after their promotions and separation, the Jedi Master went to visit his apprentice, only to find a small holographic recording in his place. The message divulged information on how Ren was going to meet with one of Vreem’s ‘friends’ that he had met on one of his missions. Immediately, he knew that something was wrong, besides Ren and Jayne, there was no one he even knew enough to call a ‘friend’. It was then that it hit him; he knew what had happened to his former apprentice. And he knew the pains Ren would be going through.
After informing the council, Vreem began to train, he would have to find Ren and forcibly remove Grahn from both of their lives.
Master:
The search of his former apprentice and master became Vreem’s own project, due to his knowledge of both men, the council thought it best if he were to track them down. His first mission as a master was to follow in the footsteps of his apprentice through his trials. He was made to search over four separate planets. As he came to the final planet, Nar Shaddar, Vreem was able to glean some information from one of the bars. He discovered that Ren had met with a strange old man in one of the nearby cantinas. After following this lead, he discovered a faint lingering presence in the force; he knew instantly that Grahn had been there. For his presence, no matter how faint, would be engraved in Vreem’s sole for all eternity.
Determined to follow in the pair’s footsteps, as it seemed they had joined forces, Vreem found himself in front of a now abandoned storage facility, the entrance now laced with police warnings. Simply ignoring them he entered and could instantly sense the death that had taken place here. After a few minutes of exploring, he found himself in the main storage area. The floor was huge, but not a single crate or container lay in sight. There was one thing however, a robed man who excreted a dark presence. It seemed that Grahn knew of Vreem’s intentions.
For a few mintues neither man spoke, they merely stared and stared at each other. Eventually, Vreem asked about Ren, only to have his dark master laugh in his face. The now 53 year old divulged his secrets to Vreem, saying how Ren would surpass both of them in order to annihilate the Jedi. There was a dark side deep within Ren, something that Vreem never had. He knew this of his former apprentice, at times when his former apprentice would have acted brashly, it would have been easy to see.
To make sure that Ren was not consumed by the darkness of this old man. Vreem drew his saber; he would make sure that his former apprentice would not have to go through what he did. However, Vreem had completely misjudged both his old master and his former apprentice. For after he had drawn his saber and stood ready, he was hit hard on the back of his head and knocked unconscious by Ren. The pair left him; Grahn knew that leaving him alive would cause him more suffering in the long run. After regaining consciousness, there was nothing for Vreem to do other than to return to the temple, and so he did.
Back at the temple, he informed the council of the events that had taken place, and the dead trail which now swung loosely in the air. The council thought it best that they give up the search for the moment as there was not a single clue to go upon, the pair could be anywhere. From that day on, Vreem stepped up his training, wanting to have the upper hand when he met with the pair again, he began to train in a new lightsaber form, one which utilized his abundant control over the force. Ataru was best utilized when using various force powers. It was this training idea that led Vreem to also learn Force Valour, it helped with practicing the form greatly and Vreem suspected that it would be of greater help when using it in combat.
For eight years he trained with such determination and such commitment that he managed to become far stronger than he could have thought. His door was opened to a lot of other options for things to study. But strangely, he began to take interest in things such as Electric Judgment, which came, essentially, from the darkside yet it was used by himself for good intentions. He spent a large number of days in the archives, searching things that most Jedi would frown upon, yet all the time he was researching new abilities to utilize and train in, for learning the form of Ataru was not enough for him the master.
Over his eight years as a regular master, Vreem never took on a second apprentice, instead he took to teaching younglings in the academy, most for lessons in the force, only teaching lightsaber combat when it was required. But he did have a few students who eagerly vied to become his apprentice, but after his first, he knew they would merely become targets for Grahn. He was, however, eager to help any of those that sought guidance or any extra tutelage.
The council had been keeping a close eye on Vreem, and he was shocked when they asked him to join their ranks at the age of 39. They said how he possessed abilities and the determination that could only be derived from the light, even abilities once linked with the darkness now fed upon the light under his command. It was a rare gift, and his ability to grow seemed almost scary. With pleasure he accepted the promotion and joined the other masters upon the council.
For a year he sat upon the council, helping to make the decisions that would affect the Jedi’s influence upon the whole galaxy. In that year he also finally perfected the Ataru form and is currently looking for other abilities he might learn. He constantly keeps an ear open for any possible movement from Grahn and Ren. But there is nothing yet.
Lightsaber: Single bladed fighting style, but he carries two blades, both single phase.
Color: Green "Rapidity" and White "Purity".
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho – 5
Makashi – 5
Soresu - N/A
Ataru – 5
Shien / Djem So – N/A
>>Sub-form Backhanded – N/A
Niman – N/A
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or duel Weild – N/A
Juyo – N/A
Double Bladed Combat – N/A
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 8
Telepathic: 7
Body: 7
Sense: 8
Protection: 5
Healing: 3
Destruction: 5
Specialized Skills:
Electric Judgement (See Bio and/or link for information)
Force Absorb (See Bio and/or link for information)
Combustion (See Bio and/or link for information)
Force Valour (See Bio and/or link for information)
Force Blinding (See Bio and/or link for information)
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 9
Speed: 9
Leadership: 6
Unarmed: 4
Melee Weapons: 4
Ranged Weapons: 1
Force Attunement: +6
RP Example:
His eyes were caught on the gray rustic panels of the ship’s interior; the very same panel had kept his attention for the past few minutes, ever since he’d been alone. He was lost, on a world which made no sense, light or dark? Which was his true self? The slow decay of time forced him to rediscover his rightful heritage. He had known his essence all the time; it was merely the darkness that had blinded him. But now the light forced its way through and for the first time in three years, he started to see. With knees pulled tightly into his body and his eyes sitting so wide that they could have fallen from their sockets at the slightest tremor, his other senses returned to him. He felt everything he had once lost, tasted the dust in the air, smelt the sweat which trickled down his face and heard the clash of lightsabers through the ship’s hull.
Now he was ready, the confusion was dispelled and he had returned to his normal self, the light was his ally, not the darkness. Slowly he got up onto his feet, his legs were shaking slightly. He wasn’t sure why his limbs had gone weak, but he took a few moments to catch his breath before opening the ship’s ramp.
Slowly he stepped down the gray industrial slab out into an arid canyon with a combination of dust and sand which crept across the ground, keeping a few centimeters off the floor. The light and heat from the sun pounded down upon Vreem like an unrelenting blade. It was a spark in the distance that caught his attention. Two men held glowing blades firmly against the others; a look of hate and bitter resolve in their eyes outshone even their weapons.
As his feet finally fell upon the rocky ground, Vreem watched as his only friend was thrown to the ground, fresh wounds cut into this legs and right arm. As Jayne hit the dirt, his cyan saber receded into its silver hilt. Meanwhile, standing victoriously above him was Kel, his short brown hair and ominous dark rings which sat around his black eyes striking a sense of fear in Vreem. With his white blade gripped firmly in his right hand, Kel held it mockingly in front of his defeated opponent’s face, a large and knowing smile spread eerily across his face. It was at this moment he looked up to consider Vreem with a frown. He could sense something was different within the boy, but he wasn’t certain of what it was. “Vreem,” he called out in his rough and commanding voice, “time for you to come back, the master will be waiting.” But the obedient Padawan wasn’t following orders like the easily whipped boy he had previously been. Without a word he took a hold of the dark black shaft that was his lightsaber. Even though he had held it hours earlier, the blade felt different, lighter in his grasp, or maybe just his perception.
With a buzzing eruption the emerald blade spewed neatly with anticipation. Casting the blade to his side, Vreem performed the standard Makashi salute, spinning the blade up in front of his face before rotating it back down the same way after a brief pause. He moved the blade directly ahead of him and pointed it towards the ground. Kel’s eyes widened with a twisted madness, he seemed unable to comprehend what had just happened. The student he had trained with for eleven years, his very own pupil, stood before him looking to fight. With his unblinking eyes fixated upon Vreem, the lost master turned his body to face this threat at a robotic rate. Once Kel had completed that movement, he took a few paces towards his apprentice, who had a determined, yet slightly nervous look, on his face. As the Makashi master came to a stop, he returned the salute to his student and then followed this by also pointing his lightsaber at the pale cracked ground in front of him. It was after the acceptance of this challenge that Kel spoke, “it looks like you’ve been tainted, boy,” he spoke the last word with malice before continuing, “you need to be shown the truth, through the darkside of the force I’ll show you how to obtain your optimum potential.” He smiled callously.
The white bladed marauder was quite taken back when his apprentice responded with a bitter and strong tone, “that’s where you’re wrong, Master, neither you nor I can control the darkside, it controls us. It consumes any free minded will we might have and replaces it with an incomparably desire to inflict pain and suffering. Now I see the truth, your need to be free, and your call for help.” He spoke with a calm and fluent tongue, despite his nerves, yet at the same time his statement was laden with sorrow.
However, this deep and meaningful comment was merely thrown back into Vreem’s face by the torrents of laughter which flourished from his master’s mouth. Eventually it died down but through the enlightened chuckles, Kel managed to get his response across. “I don’t remember ever calling for help, young one. I’m pleased where I am and how I am, I don’t the teachings of some misguided brat blathered down my ear holes. You’re wasting your time and breath.” His expression changed from one of a joyous smile to that of deadened and serious look. “I’ll help you see to that.” His foot and saber thrust forward in unison, the battle began.
With light feet, Kel span off to his right, glancing a blow upon his Padawan’s saber. As he came about full circle, he raised his pure white blade over his head and struck down. Vreem had trained with his masters for many years and they were using the same style, they could both read each other’s movements with ease. So, as the blade came thundering towards his head, Vreem edged forward, positioned his lighstaber at a peculiar angle above his head and allowed the attack to slide right off the blade. Now with an opening, he quickly whipped his blade down low, aiming to catch his master’s calf. However, the only thing he caught was a flurry of sand. He looked up; he was unable to see his master at all. It was as if the man had vanished. But when a heavy boot landed in his back, Vreem knew he’d underestimated his master. As his saber flew from his hands it automatically deactivated. He hit the dirt front first and the sand and dust in the air around him drew into his lungs like a magnet. He began to cough, the small particles swarming in his organs made him feel sick and uneasy. As the Padawan slowly rolled onto his back he was greeted with his master’s large black boot which pinned him down forcefully against the ground.
Kel’s look was diabolical, full of pure murderous intent. This wasn’t the kind, warm and friendly master he’d trained with, this man was disgracing all of the good the real Kel had done, and Vreem could not stand by and let his master’s name be criticized further. Yet the heavy boot upon his chest begged to differ, so did the lightsaber which was now pointed at his face. “You’re not taking this seriously,” the fake before him spewed from the implant smile upon his face, “this isn’t one of those training sessions, if you lose, you die. Here, let me help you see things more clearly.” That was when the pain surged through his body like an affliction and he sought to scream out in agony. But his teeth ground together by sheer will prevented him from doing so. The now searing flesh upon his cheek began to revert to a painful sting as the force worked to numb its effects. That would most certainly scar, if he lived long enough for it to do such a thing. Above him, the man Vreem thought he knew watched with an incomprehensible look of pleasure. “There,” he said suppressing the laughter which sought to escape, “now do you get it, my young Padawan learner?” Vreem looked now, into the eyes of the figure shrouded in darkness. He bore labouriously into those eyes which took glee in pain and suffering. He’d make those eyes see. “I do.” Vreem spoke quietly beneath the boot and with a brief movement of the force, the emerald blade shot from its resting place on the ground and burrowed directly into the back of Kel’s calf muscle. For a moment there was silence and the look upon the master’s face altered dramatically in the space of nanosecond. The blade had pieced flesh, nerve and bone. It now sat diligently, awaiting its user’s grasp.
Before Kel could even gather the breath to react to the pain, Vreem had taken the saber in his hand, deactivated it and kicked his master away and with enough force to knock him to the ground. Slowly, Vreem rose to his feet and brushed off as much dirt from his robes as he could. Moving over to the writhing mass that was now his master, Vreem looked down upon the man with a slight expression of sorrow. As the man slowly came to terms with the pain, he began to move less frequently. And then, when the pain ceased to blind him, he also got up, only a few meters away from Vreem. His face was now scrunched up into a small ball of raging anger. It swirled around inside him, feeding his strength, the speed and his control over the force. Vreem began to feel it, as the man before him began to draw upon his anger; he knew things were going to get a lot tougher.
With blades pointed stiffly at the ground once again, Kel attacked, his feet kicking up the slow moving dust into the air where it clung upon the dying breeze. Striking with crucial accuracy he aimed for the Padawan’s left arm before quickly arching the blade around to strike at his right leg. Vreem had already slipped back into his for of Makashi. He was ready to hold his ground against the attacks. First of all guarding his left arm, he used his now raised saber to gather momentum and knock back the attack aimed at his leg. Taking the initiative, he swiftly moved his saber above his master’s shoulder and sliced neatly down, looking to remove his left arm. He managed to catch Kel slightly, singing his skin and cutting through his robes, but Kel managed to lunge an attack on his retreat, slicing the side of Vreem’s upper arm. The attack meant that his arm was now harder to move. Fortunately it hadn’t been his right arm; otherwise he would have been in serious trouble. Their sabers quickly came together in a deadlock, the glow radiating onto each other’s faces, even with the sun so high in the sky. As they looked deep into their opponent’s eyes, Vreem was the first to speak. “Master, please do not give in to your anger, resist it and return to the light side.”
“Boy,” he said over the grinding of their beams, “if that’s all you’re going to say, I suggest you stop. You’d do better focusing all your strength on losing to me.” And they broke away, pausing for only a moment, Vreem had felt that he’d gained an insight into his master, it sounded as though he’d given up hope. But Vreem no longer had time to think about other things as the white bladed master came in for another round.
For several minutes the canyon was filled with the clash of green and white, the agonizing outcries from the numerous injures. The dust swirled around the two combatants. Their dance was truly an amazing one. They moved with such grace and elegance that at times one could forget how easily one stroke could remove a limb, or end one’s life. To Jayne it seemed like he was in the audience of this great spectacle, a dance of such complexity that no matter how hard he tried he could not keep up with the movements, the glowing lights, the clashes, the cries. Yet for all its beauty, in Jayne’s eyes, it was a battle between monsters. So powerful, so accurate, so swift, he would only last moments upon the stage. Holding onto his wounds he looked closely as things seemed to be drawing to and end.
Sweat caressed their battered faces; it dripped into their open wounds and caused the pain to spike unbearably. They were both breathing heavily; the battle had gone on for close to twenty minutes including the short pauses between every few rounds. But since the start of the battle, neither had said a word.
Vreem ducked. The blade narrowly missed his head. He kicked up high and caught the bottom of Kel’s saber, knocking it several far feet away. Now his opponent was unarmed, Vreem held an advantage over his master. He swung a few times, for the head, arm, even waist, yet every time he swung his saber, Kel managed to avoid it, until Vreem finally thrust forward. Kel was tired; his movements were much slower than they were earlier. As he spun much like before, this time the blade singed the front of his stomach. Now in even more pain, he used his anger and focused the force upon Vreem’s hand, pushing with all his might. The saber zoomed out of the Padawan’s grasp. The pair stumbled away from one another before collapsing onto their knees, Vreem landing a few paces from Jayne who sat, eyes wide with shock. They were both exhausted beyond belief; it seemed that after all of that, it had come to a draw. Neither had enough strength to call upon their saber, was it over?
No. With a twisted smile of pain, suffering, and insane glee, Kel raised his hand and his saber slowly dragged its way into it. It shot forth, that pure white blade of death and growled with merciless snarl of a hungry predator. So this was to be his end? The expression on his face seemed to betray his feelings. “Vreem…” the faint whisper came to him and he instantly looked at his friend, Jayne, who was looking at him, determination in his mind. “Don’t give in to him; he may be your master, but only when you were tricked into following the darkness. He’s not the man who taught you how to fight, he’s the man who succumbed to the darkness and dragged you with him.” He paused for a moment then smiled softly, “all this time you’ve been battling him using his greatest asset. You were never that great with a saber. Look deep within, call upon the light, and fight with your true strength.” And as Vreem caught the shimmer in Jayne’s eye, he spoke the final words of his speech “I know you can.” Jayne began to struggle; all the talking was not good for his injuries.
Vreem placed a hand upon his friend’s arm and smiled. “You’re right.” Looking at the approaching Kel, the being taken over by darkness, who reveled in torment and suffering, Vreem slowly pulled himself up to face this approaching darkness. He raised his right hand and pointed it directly at his master, his left hand supporting the injury he’d received their not too long before. With the feelings of his master during those times when he abhorred the darkness and didn’t cling to it, Vreem called upon the force. It flowed through his body, as if his flesh had opened up and let a soothing liquid calmly flow throughout. He could feel the very essence of it, sense its effects throughout his body. And then, using his will, he called it all to his right hand. It swarmed and amassed like the clouds of a great storm. And then, seeking nothing but the redemption of his master, he let it surge out.
There were crackles in the air as the bright green electrical storm fell upon its victim’s body. Kel, with his saber held aloft, prepared to make the final strike that would seal his destiny was caught unprepared for this unimaginable power. It washed over in an instant, and in that same instant, he was saved from falling completely into the clutches of darkness. The storm passed and the scene of ruin was left, the two injured Padawan’s and a dead Jedi Knight were all that lay in the canyon now. As Vreem fell to one knee, he felt the tear for a lost friend fall towards the ground and sizzle without a sign.
Race: Epicanthix
Age: 42
Height: 6’2
Weight: 186 lbs
Appearance:
Vreem's appearance is based off one of turin-the-forsaken's creations and I do not claim to have anything to do with the following images.
Vreem in pencil: here
Vreem in colour: here
Vreem in battle armour: here
Vreem during his Dark Side years: here
Due to the longer life span of his race, Vreem actually looks much younger than he is.
Birth place: Dantooine
Faction: Jedi
Rank: Master Jedi/High Council Member
Bio:
Pre-discovery:
Vreem’s mother was a sleeper; it was her profession upon hes home world of Panatha. He was conceived through what was an accident. During a session with one of her regular customers, a wealthy mineral baron, there was an accident with the contraception and she ended up pregnant. She didn’t find this fact out until a few months when she noticed she had gotten bigger. It didn’t take long for the father of her child to find out this fact as well. And since he was unwed and without a successor, he saw his opportunity before him.
However, Vreem’s mother knew that the baron could only raise a corrupt and wicked child. And so, wanting to keep the baby, she fled off world. Managing to gather the money she had, she managed to catch a number of different transports until she found herself upon a world she thought safe for her child, Dantooine. By the time she had managed to find this safe haven, she was only a matter of days from giving birth and before she knew it, it was upon her.
During the process of giving birth, she lost so much blood that she sadly passed away. But not before she was able to name her child. It was after she had done this that, with a smile, she became one with the force.
He was soon adopted by two human parents who could not have children of their own. For four years he grew up in a loving and caring environment, just as his mother would have wanted. However, towards the end of those four years, he began to notice how much he didn’t fit in with the other children he knew and how different he looked compared to his parents. His black hair and light brown eyes were completely different to their orange and blonde hair, along with the green and blue eyes.
Vreem soon discovered that it wasn’t only these features of him that were different as his parents were soon approached by a Jedi from the enclave. The Watchman spoke to his adopted parents about giving Vreem the chance to join the order and to become a Jedi, they were quick to reject. However, Vreem felt a sense of belonging around this Jedi and it was something he had never felt before. So, after talking to his parents, he managed to convince them to let him go. Although they were sad to let their adopted son slip through their fingers, they knew in their hearts it was something they had to do. After his acceptance into the order, he was transported to the temple on Coruscant, where he began his training.
Youngling:
So, for the next six years, Vreem spent time studying in the arts of the Jedi and it didn’t take long until he was able to touch the force itself. He noticed as most sought to improve their saber skills, yet Vreem found he was not skilled in this area as much as others, instead he found manipulating the force a much easier task. Surrounded by all of these other Younglings, Vreem still felt as though he didn’t belong. However, he soon made friends with a human boy named Jayne who, Vreem soon discovered, felt just as out of place as he did due to his empathic ability. The friendship between the two grew over their time at the temple together and they soon became as close as brothers. At the age of ten, they were split up, however, as both boys were taken on by masters.
Apprentice:
Vreem was taken under the wing of a young Jedi Knight, Kel Yuul was his name. It appeared that the Guardian had passed his trials but a year or two before taking on an apprentice. He was a friendly man, easy to place trust in and a far better teacher than Vreem had first thought. Being a Jedi Guardian, his best work revolved around instructing the newly appointed Padawan in the ways of saber combat. It was under Yuul’s tutelage that Vreem moved on from the first form of Shii-Cho to study his master’s favoured form of Makashi. Vreem enjoyed this style, the flowing motions and the precise movements and strikes it required suited him better than the usual brutish blows and wild swings most Jedi he had met used. It was after studying this style of combat that Vreem constructed his first lightsaber, the ever-green ‘Rapidity’.
For eight years the pair trained and bonded without incident, apart from the usual missions that went a lot rougher than planned, so Vreem didn’t even think to question when his master told him they were going to be away from the temple for a long time. He had called it ‘special training’ with his usual friendly smile.
The pair traveled across a large number of planets, Vreem decided to stop counting after eight. They seemed to be gathering supplies, but he was curious as to why they stopped at so many unnecessary places. He didn’t want to question his master, so he let the queries slide.
When they came to stop on a dry, desolate planet where no civilization was, the Padawan knew this was where they were meant to be stopping. From the moment they touched down in a canyon, his master failed to mutter a word to Vreem, through all the unpacking and numerous hours of walking. Not a single word, he just kept the dead expression in his eyes. Vreem felt awkward as they walked, not due to the fact his master hadn’t said a word, because there had been a few times before when he’d been the same. Instead he found that it was the force around him that caused the queasy feeling that oozed from his gut. The presence of the force here was like nothing he’d ever felt before, it was dark and tainted, yet so unbelievably strong.
As they moved into a maze of caverns, Vreem was suddenly surprised when, after an age of walking, they fell upon man-made light. Small poles sat in the rocky formations, the soft warm light enveloping the entire area. Yet this wasn’t so much of a surprise as the aged man who sat their, enthralled in robes, a beacon of darkness. That’s what the Padawan felt as he looked into those bottomless pits which made up the man’s eyes.
Soon the introductions took place. This man, who seemed as though he was in his later thirties, was Grahn Mhor, an old Jedi who lived alone on this plant. It also turned out that he was Kel’s old master and Kel had brought Vreem before his old master under the council’s wishes. Vreem was to study under both of them, for he held a great deal of potential and that his current master alone was not capable of nurturing Vreem’s gift at controlling the force. This was what they told him. However, during their intense training and brutal methods along with the dark force presence, the Padawan didn’t notice as he slowly started to fall from the light.
Slowly they forced their ideals and impressions upon him, making him believe that certain things he’d previously thought morally wrong were actually okay. It didn’t take long until he had lost himself within the confusion and the darkness swept over him. He forgot all of the Jedi ideals and ways he’d been taught, the dark aura of the planet crushing any hope of keeping a sane mind. It was not long after this that the real training began, Grahn taught him powers that, for the most part, required Vreem to call upon the darkness for strength and power. The focal point of which his training revolved around for a year was force lightning, an ability which came quite naturally to Vreem. It was mainly Grahn who taught him this ability, and it was then that Vreem gleaned how powerful the man actually was. His command of the force was extensive, and even though Vreem grew stronger day by day, he was still very much aware of the gap in their abilities.
After a year of concentrating on this ability, Mohr chose to move on their subject of study onto an ability which struck fear into Vreem, even at the age on 19, combustion. It seemed that it was Grahn specialized in this ability, having taken it as a power of the light; he had twisted it and used it for darker intentions. He told the tale of how he had once before used it to torture a man, using it on individual fingers, all in order to get the information he needed. The tale made Vreem shudder, what made him shudder more was the fact that he spent the next two years studying it. He learned well, although he wasn’t at the same level as Grahn, he still possessed skill in using the powers he now had. And over those three years, he had also refined his combat abilities, dueling with both of his masters, all three of them using the exact same style.
After three years of rotting in the dark, the three lost souls were found by the light, or more precisely, a party of four Jedi. It seems that ever since Vreem and Kel’s disappearance, the council had sent a group to follow them, and it seemed that after years of following their trail over numerous planets they had found Kel’s ship on Korriban and had finally been approved to go down to the planet’s surface.
Athough taken by surprise with the appearance of Jedi, the three, now considered, Dark Jedi took only moments to prepare themselves. For a few moments they were in a stand off, the Jedi spoke about how all three of them were traitors, falling to the darkside, looking to kill numerous Jedi, such acts were not to go unpunished. Whilst Grahn and Kel seemed unfazed by these statements, Vreem, was thrown into a Sarlac pit of confusion. That’s when his true self started to return. After being surrounded by the tainted atmosphere for so long, the purity and benevolence that was escaping the four Jedi before Vreem was affecting him. His mind seemed to split in two, between the darkness and the light that was returning to him. It was in this state of internal confusion that he passed out.
When he came to, Vreem found himself surrounded by the four Jedi who had previously confronted him. Confused, he quickly backed up against the wall and sat quietly, arms squeezing his knees close to him. He heard whispers, the murmurs of the Jedi’s voices. After he had collapsed, his masters had tried to collapse the cave upon the Jedi, but they managed to grab Vreem and escape safely back to their ship, which they were now on. They were preparing to go back after the other two to capture them. It was at this moment that the youngest of the group moved over to Vreem softly. He recognized the face even after eleven years, his only ever friend, Jayne. This comforted Vreem somewhat; enough to gather his senses and detect the approach of his masters. He quickly warned the Jedi and they set off to meet their approaching adversaries. But only after a few minutes of their departure, Vreem sensed his original master but a few paces away from the ship. With an expression of horror, he told his old friend who daringly went out to meet Kel.
With the knowledge of his master’s abilities, Vreem strengthened his resolve to help his friend and left the ship, looking to capture his master and earn back his redemption. As he exited the ship, he did so to the scene of his master standing over the beaten body of Jayne. The style of Makashi was a hard form to combat, especially in single combat. Much to his master’s surprise, Vreem ignited Rapidity and performed the usual Makashi salute. Furious, Kel accepted the challenge, seeking to end any hope the Padawan had of ever returning to the light. The two fought a furious battle, using the same form against one another, it was in this clash of emotion that Vreem received the scar across his left cheek. Eventually, they managed to disarm each other and now battered, unarmed and exhausted, they stood merely a few meters away from each other. It was then that Jayne spoke to him, muttering a few words of encouragement to Vreem. The words touched the Padawan’s heart, and with his last piece of energy, he stood tall, cast forth his arm from which a fury of lightning erupted, yet this was different. Even in the glaring sun one could see its emerald glow. This strange lightning was the last thing that Kel ever saw as it surged through his body and killed him.
With a lighter feeling heart, Vreem gathered both his own and his master’s sabers and helped Jayne onto the ship, along with Kel’s corpse. He was about to set off to find the other three Jedi when two of them came limping up ship’s ramp. One Jedi seemed healthy apart from his heavy breathing and cuts which covered his body. The Jedi next to him was in a far worse position, his right arm was completely gone and Vreem knew why. It was no saber stroke; it was Grahn’s use of combustion that had inflicted the wound. After trading stories and discovering that the other Jedi had been pushed from the top of a cliff with the Dark Jedi’s Force Lightning. Every one of them battered and bruised, they returned home, to the Jedi temple.
They were before the council almost immediately where they each told their tales of loss and misery. Vreem’s was an even longer tale which spanned the three years he had been missing from the temple. The council were uncertain of how to react to his appearance and he was made to wait a number of days until they reached their decision, all of this time he spent with his ‘brother’.
When they finally called him before them, he was nervous, even though he knew that to be so would merely gain him a lecture. He was certain that they were going to kill him, or exile him. So he was most surprised when they said he was to be appointed to the rank of Jedi Knight. It appeared that, after analysis of his time on Korriban, he had past the required trials that were necessary of advancement in the order. And so, without little complaint, he traded in his braid for a new future.
Knight/Sentinel:
Now a Knight of the order, Vreem approached his new position with a great amount of vigour, first of all taking on missions and traversing the galaxy. Slowly and surely, he began to lose the influence that had been thrust into him for three years. One thing he interest in, was his personal training and study. After the battle against his master, he could never forget the feeling when he had cast the lightning from his hands. It felt so different compared to the Force Lightning he had been forcefully taught before.
So, using his position, he searched for files in the Jedi archives, and was able to find a few files on a force abilty named ‘Electric Judgment’. It appeared that the ability was extremely rare amongst Jedi and was also looked down upon due to its harmful nature. Yet this didn’t stop Vreem from using the files to train his usage in the ability. During his time as a Knight, he took the time to study and practice the ability along with the ability called Force Absorb, which would help when combating Force Lightning. It took almost seven years to be able to use both abilities upon will. The training was daunting, especially after he acquired an apprentice after only a year of becoming a Knight. It reminded him too much of his own master. Ren was brash by Jedi standards, always eager to rush into things unprepared; he caused his master to worry an awful lot throughout their time together. When Vreem took on Ren as his apprentice, the boy was twelve years old; he wasn’t far from being rejected from the order.
Ren was naïve for a Jedi, he believed strangers too easily which, even though he always had the best intentions, was a harmful trait. Their time together was enjoyable, Vreem instructed his apprentice in the ways of Makashi, like his own master had. In truth, Ren reminded Vreem of himself at that age, more capable with force abilities than saber combat. But thankfully, they were able to overcome that obstacle and Ren was also able to construct his first lightsaber. Vreem was proud of his apprentice, although he would never admit it to the boy, it felt strange to watch him grow up and mature, along with witnessing their bond continuously getting stronger and stronger. There had been a time where Vreem had even considered training in the powers he was trying to train. But he doubted that, for all his talents and progress, the boy would be able to handle the strain.
The trials approached after nine years together, and yet it at all seemed like a passing moment. Ren was sent to a number of missions alone, and at these times, Vreem would find it difficult to concentrate on any other task. Eventually, he found he was able to escape this distress through studying. And It was actually whilst Ren was on his second mission that Vreem first discovered Force Blind. He had been trying to figure out how to concentrate the outburst from Electric Judgment however, he just couldn’t seem to find a way. It was a pure accident that he discovered the ability, training not far from others, Vreem shot out a burst, trying a different way of calling forth the emerald lightning by focusing on an opponent as he did. When nothing came from his hands he was worried. It was then he heard the clashes and falling of Jedi in the rooms around him. As he rushed to help, each told a story of how a blinding flash of light had caused them to lose focus and their eyesight for a few brief moments. As he meditated on this event, Vreem worked out that he had managed to focus the light from his regular attack in order to temporarily hinder the Jedi’s vision.
More research led him to discover information on this ability. It was also quite an abnormal one, best used when trying to infiltrate an enemy base. It was this that caused Vreem to take minor interest in the stealth side of the Jedi. Foreseeing how useful it could be, he practiced this Force Blinding and also improved his ability to cloak himself in the force. He didn’t spend too much time training himself in this department; he only sought to get it to a standard where it would be helpful and not a hindrance.
This training made for a great distraction from Ren’s missions and mere moments after perfecting the Force Blinding ability, Vreem found himself congratulating his soon-to-be-promoted apprentice. Ren wasted little time in recalling his encounters and how he overcame them. He also spoke about how he enjoyed making contacts upon all of the different planets; he loved how many different people there were throughout the galaxy.
After his Padawan was promoted to the rank of Jedi Knight, the Order saw it fit to promote Vreem to the rank of Jedi Master at the age of 31. A few months after their promotions and separation, the Jedi Master went to visit his apprentice, only to find a small holographic recording in his place. The message divulged information on how Ren was going to meet with one of Vreem’s ‘friends’ that he had met on one of his missions. Immediately, he knew that something was wrong, besides Ren and Jayne, there was no one he even knew enough to call a ‘friend’. It was then that it hit him; he knew what had happened to his former apprentice. And he knew the pains Ren would be going through.
After informing the council, Vreem began to train, he would have to find Ren and forcibly remove Grahn from both of their lives.
Master:
The search of his former apprentice and master became Vreem’s own project, due to his knowledge of both men, the council thought it best if he were to track them down. His first mission as a master was to follow in the footsteps of his apprentice through his trials. He was made to search over four separate planets. As he came to the final planet, Nar Shaddar, Vreem was able to glean some information from one of the bars. He discovered that Ren had met with a strange old man in one of the nearby cantinas. After following this lead, he discovered a faint lingering presence in the force; he knew instantly that Grahn had been there. For his presence, no matter how faint, would be engraved in Vreem’s sole for all eternity.
Determined to follow in the pair’s footsteps, as it seemed they had joined forces, Vreem found himself in front of a now abandoned storage facility, the entrance now laced with police warnings. Simply ignoring them he entered and could instantly sense the death that had taken place here. After a few minutes of exploring, he found himself in the main storage area. The floor was huge, but not a single crate or container lay in sight. There was one thing however, a robed man who excreted a dark presence. It seemed that Grahn knew of Vreem’s intentions.
For a few mintues neither man spoke, they merely stared and stared at each other. Eventually, Vreem asked about Ren, only to have his dark master laugh in his face. The now 53 year old divulged his secrets to Vreem, saying how Ren would surpass both of them in order to annihilate the Jedi. There was a dark side deep within Ren, something that Vreem never had. He knew this of his former apprentice, at times when his former apprentice would have acted brashly, it would have been easy to see.
To make sure that Ren was not consumed by the darkness of this old man. Vreem drew his saber; he would make sure that his former apprentice would not have to go through what he did. However, Vreem had completely misjudged both his old master and his former apprentice. For after he had drawn his saber and stood ready, he was hit hard on the back of his head and knocked unconscious by Ren. The pair left him; Grahn knew that leaving him alive would cause him more suffering in the long run. After regaining consciousness, there was nothing for Vreem to do other than to return to the temple, and so he did.
Back at the temple, he informed the council of the events that had taken place, and the dead trail which now swung loosely in the air. The council thought it best that they give up the search for the moment as there was not a single clue to go upon, the pair could be anywhere. From that day on, Vreem stepped up his training, wanting to have the upper hand when he met with the pair again, he began to train in a new lightsaber form, one which utilized his abundant control over the force. Ataru was best utilized when using various force powers. It was this training idea that led Vreem to also learn Force Valour, it helped with practicing the form greatly and Vreem suspected that it would be of greater help when using it in combat.
For eight years he trained with such determination and such commitment that he managed to become far stronger than he could have thought. His door was opened to a lot of other options for things to study. But strangely, he began to take interest in things such as Electric Judgment, which came, essentially, from the darkside yet it was used by himself for good intentions. He spent a large number of days in the archives, searching things that most Jedi would frown upon, yet all the time he was researching new abilities to utilize and train in, for learning the form of Ataru was not enough for him the master.
Over his eight years as a regular master, Vreem never took on a second apprentice, instead he took to teaching younglings in the academy, most for lessons in the force, only teaching lightsaber combat when it was required. But he did have a few students who eagerly vied to become his apprentice, but after his first, he knew they would merely become targets for Grahn. He was, however, eager to help any of those that sought guidance or any extra tutelage.
The council had been keeping a close eye on Vreem, and he was shocked when they asked him to join their ranks at the age of 39. They said how he possessed abilities and the determination that could only be derived from the light, even abilities once linked with the darkness now fed upon the light under his command. It was a rare gift, and his ability to grow seemed almost scary. With pleasure he accepted the promotion and joined the other masters upon the council.
For a year he sat upon the council, helping to make the decisions that would affect the Jedi’s influence upon the whole galaxy. In that year he also finally perfected the Ataru form and is currently looking for other abilities he might learn. He constantly keeps an ear open for any possible movement from Grahn and Ren. But there is nothing yet.
Lightsaber: Single bladed fighting style, but he carries two blades, both single phase.
Color: Green "Rapidity" and White "Purity".
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho – 5
Makashi – 5
Soresu - N/A
Ataru – 5
Shien / Djem So – N/A
>>Sub-form Backhanded – N/A
Niman – N/A
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or duel Weild – N/A
Juyo – N/A
Double Bladed Combat – N/A
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 8
Telepathic: 7
Body: 7
Sense: 8
Protection: 5
Healing: 3
Destruction: 5
Specialized Skills:
Electric Judgement (See Bio and/or link for information)
Force Absorb (See Bio and/or link for information)
Combustion (See Bio and/or link for information)
Force Valour (See Bio and/or link for information)
Force Blinding (See Bio and/or link for information)
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 9
Speed: 9
Leadership: 6
Unarmed: 4
Melee Weapons: 4
Ranged Weapons: 1
Force Attunement: +6
RP Example:
His eyes were caught on the gray rustic panels of the ship’s interior; the very same panel had kept his attention for the past few minutes, ever since he’d been alone. He was lost, on a world which made no sense, light or dark? Which was his true self? The slow decay of time forced him to rediscover his rightful heritage. He had known his essence all the time; it was merely the darkness that had blinded him. But now the light forced its way through and for the first time in three years, he started to see. With knees pulled tightly into his body and his eyes sitting so wide that they could have fallen from their sockets at the slightest tremor, his other senses returned to him. He felt everything he had once lost, tasted the dust in the air, smelt the sweat which trickled down his face and heard the clash of lightsabers through the ship’s hull.
Now he was ready, the confusion was dispelled and he had returned to his normal self, the light was his ally, not the darkness. Slowly he got up onto his feet, his legs were shaking slightly. He wasn’t sure why his limbs had gone weak, but he took a few moments to catch his breath before opening the ship’s ramp.
Slowly he stepped down the gray industrial slab out into an arid canyon with a combination of dust and sand which crept across the ground, keeping a few centimeters off the floor. The light and heat from the sun pounded down upon Vreem like an unrelenting blade. It was a spark in the distance that caught his attention. Two men held glowing blades firmly against the others; a look of hate and bitter resolve in their eyes outshone even their weapons.
As his feet finally fell upon the rocky ground, Vreem watched as his only friend was thrown to the ground, fresh wounds cut into this legs and right arm. As Jayne hit the dirt, his cyan saber receded into its silver hilt. Meanwhile, standing victoriously above him was Kel, his short brown hair and ominous dark rings which sat around his black eyes striking a sense of fear in Vreem. With his white blade gripped firmly in his right hand, Kel held it mockingly in front of his defeated opponent’s face, a large and knowing smile spread eerily across his face. It was at this moment he looked up to consider Vreem with a frown. He could sense something was different within the boy, but he wasn’t certain of what it was. “Vreem,” he called out in his rough and commanding voice, “time for you to come back, the master will be waiting.” But the obedient Padawan wasn’t following orders like the easily whipped boy he had previously been. Without a word he took a hold of the dark black shaft that was his lightsaber. Even though he had held it hours earlier, the blade felt different, lighter in his grasp, or maybe just his perception.
With a buzzing eruption the emerald blade spewed neatly with anticipation. Casting the blade to his side, Vreem performed the standard Makashi salute, spinning the blade up in front of his face before rotating it back down the same way after a brief pause. He moved the blade directly ahead of him and pointed it towards the ground. Kel’s eyes widened with a twisted madness, he seemed unable to comprehend what had just happened. The student he had trained with for eleven years, his very own pupil, stood before him looking to fight. With his unblinking eyes fixated upon Vreem, the lost master turned his body to face this threat at a robotic rate. Once Kel had completed that movement, he took a few paces towards his apprentice, who had a determined, yet slightly nervous look, on his face. As the Makashi master came to a stop, he returned the salute to his student and then followed this by also pointing his lightsaber at the pale cracked ground in front of him. It was after the acceptance of this challenge that Kel spoke, “it looks like you’ve been tainted, boy,” he spoke the last word with malice before continuing, “you need to be shown the truth, through the darkside of the force I’ll show you how to obtain your optimum potential.” He smiled callously.
The white bladed marauder was quite taken back when his apprentice responded with a bitter and strong tone, “that’s where you’re wrong, Master, neither you nor I can control the darkside, it controls us. It consumes any free minded will we might have and replaces it with an incomparably desire to inflict pain and suffering. Now I see the truth, your need to be free, and your call for help.” He spoke with a calm and fluent tongue, despite his nerves, yet at the same time his statement was laden with sorrow.
However, this deep and meaningful comment was merely thrown back into Vreem’s face by the torrents of laughter which flourished from his master’s mouth. Eventually it died down but through the enlightened chuckles, Kel managed to get his response across. “I don’t remember ever calling for help, young one. I’m pleased where I am and how I am, I don’t the teachings of some misguided brat blathered down my ear holes. You’re wasting your time and breath.” His expression changed from one of a joyous smile to that of deadened and serious look. “I’ll help you see to that.” His foot and saber thrust forward in unison, the battle began.
With light feet, Kel span off to his right, glancing a blow upon his Padawan’s saber. As he came about full circle, he raised his pure white blade over his head and struck down. Vreem had trained with his masters for many years and they were using the same style, they could both read each other’s movements with ease. So, as the blade came thundering towards his head, Vreem edged forward, positioned his lighstaber at a peculiar angle above his head and allowed the attack to slide right off the blade. Now with an opening, he quickly whipped his blade down low, aiming to catch his master’s calf. However, the only thing he caught was a flurry of sand. He looked up; he was unable to see his master at all. It was as if the man had vanished. But when a heavy boot landed in his back, Vreem knew he’d underestimated his master. As his saber flew from his hands it automatically deactivated. He hit the dirt front first and the sand and dust in the air around him drew into his lungs like a magnet. He began to cough, the small particles swarming in his organs made him feel sick and uneasy. As the Padawan slowly rolled onto his back he was greeted with his master’s large black boot which pinned him down forcefully against the ground.
Kel’s look was diabolical, full of pure murderous intent. This wasn’t the kind, warm and friendly master he’d trained with, this man was disgracing all of the good the real Kel had done, and Vreem could not stand by and let his master’s name be criticized further. Yet the heavy boot upon his chest begged to differ, so did the lightsaber which was now pointed at his face. “You’re not taking this seriously,” the fake before him spewed from the implant smile upon his face, “this isn’t one of those training sessions, if you lose, you die. Here, let me help you see things more clearly.” That was when the pain surged through his body like an affliction and he sought to scream out in agony. But his teeth ground together by sheer will prevented him from doing so. The now searing flesh upon his cheek began to revert to a painful sting as the force worked to numb its effects. That would most certainly scar, if he lived long enough for it to do such a thing. Above him, the man Vreem thought he knew watched with an incomprehensible look of pleasure. “There,” he said suppressing the laughter which sought to escape, “now do you get it, my young Padawan learner?” Vreem looked now, into the eyes of the figure shrouded in darkness. He bore labouriously into those eyes which took glee in pain and suffering. He’d make those eyes see. “I do.” Vreem spoke quietly beneath the boot and with a brief movement of the force, the emerald blade shot from its resting place on the ground and burrowed directly into the back of Kel’s calf muscle. For a moment there was silence and the look upon the master’s face altered dramatically in the space of nanosecond. The blade had pieced flesh, nerve and bone. It now sat diligently, awaiting its user’s grasp.
Before Kel could even gather the breath to react to the pain, Vreem had taken the saber in his hand, deactivated it and kicked his master away and with enough force to knock him to the ground. Slowly, Vreem rose to his feet and brushed off as much dirt from his robes as he could. Moving over to the writhing mass that was now his master, Vreem looked down upon the man with a slight expression of sorrow. As the man slowly came to terms with the pain, he began to move less frequently. And then, when the pain ceased to blind him, he also got up, only a few meters away from Vreem. His face was now scrunched up into a small ball of raging anger. It swirled around inside him, feeding his strength, the speed and his control over the force. Vreem began to feel it, as the man before him began to draw upon his anger; he knew things were going to get a lot tougher.
With blades pointed stiffly at the ground once again, Kel attacked, his feet kicking up the slow moving dust into the air where it clung upon the dying breeze. Striking with crucial accuracy he aimed for the Padawan’s left arm before quickly arching the blade around to strike at his right leg. Vreem had already slipped back into his for of Makashi. He was ready to hold his ground against the attacks. First of all guarding his left arm, he used his now raised saber to gather momentum and knock back the attack aimed at his leg. Taking the initiative, he swiftly moved his saber above his master’s shoulder and sliced neatly down, looking to remove his left arm. He managed to catch Kel slightly, singing his skin and cutting through his robes, but Kel managed to lunge an attack on his retreat, slicing the side of Vreem’s upper arm. The attack meant that his arm was now harder to move. Fortunately it hadn’t been his right arm; otherwise he would have been in serious trouble. Their sabers quickly came together in a deadlock, the glow radiating onto each other’s faces, even with the sun so high in the sky. As they looked deep into their opponent’s eyes, Vreem was the first to speak. “Master, please do not give in to your anger, resist it and return to the light side.”
“Boy,” he said over the grinding of their beams, “if that’s all you’re going to say, I suggest you stop. You’d do better focusing all your strength on losing to me.” And they broke away, pausing for only a moment, Vreem had felt that he’d gained an insight into his master, it sounded as though he’d given up hope. But Vreem no longer had time to think about other things as the white bladed master came in for another round.
For several minutes the canyon was filled with the clash of green and white, the agonizing outcries from the numerous injures. The dust swirled around the two combatants. Their dance was truly an amazing one. They moved with such grace and elegance that at times one could forget how easily one stroke could remove a limb, or end one’s life. To Jayne it seemed like he was in the audience of this great spectacle, a dance of such complexity that no matter how hard he tried he could not keep up with the movements, the glowing lights, the clashes, the cries. Yet for all its beauty, in Jayne’s eyes, it was a battle between monsters. So powerful, so accurate, so swift, he would only last moments upon the stage. Holding onto his wounds he looked closely as things seemed to be drawing to and end.
Sweat caressed their battered faces; it dripped into their open wounds and caused the pain to spike unbearably. They were both breathing heavily; the battle had gone on for close to twenty minutes including the short pauses between every few rounds. But since the start of the battle, neither had said a word.
Vreem ducked. The blade narrowly missed his head. He kicked up high and caught the bottom of Kel’s saber, knocking it several far feet away. Now his opponent was unarmed, Vreem held an advantage over his master. He swung a few times, for the head, arm, even waist, yet every time he swung his saber, Kel managed to avoid it, until Vreem finally thrust forward. Kel was tired; his movements were much slower than they were earlier. As he spun much like before, this time the blade singed the front of his stomach. Now in even more pain, he used his anger and focused the force upon Vreem’s hand, pushing with all his might. The saber zoomed out of the Padawan’s grasp. The pair stumbled away from one another before collapsing onto their knees, Vreem landing a few paces from Jayne who sat, eyes wide with shock. They were both exhausted beyond belief; it seemed that after all of that, it had come to a draw. Neither had enough strength to call upon their saber, was it over?
No. With a twisted smile of pain, suffering, and insane glee, Kel raised his hand and his saber slowly dragged its way into it. It shot forth, that pure white blade of death and growled with merciless snarl of a hungry predator. So this was to be his end? The expression on his face seemed to betray his feelings. “Vreem…” the faint whisper came to him and he instantly looked at his friend, Jayne, who was looking at him, determination in his mind. “Don’t give in to him; he may be your master, but only when you were tricked into following the darkness. He’s not the man who taught you how to fight, he’s the man who succumbed to the darkness and dragged you with him.” He paused for a moment then smiled softly, “all this time you’ve been battling him using his greatest asset. You were never that great with a saber. Look deep within, call upon the light, and fight with your true strength.” And as Vreem caught the shimmer in Jayne’s eye, he spoke the final words of his speech “I know you can.” Jayne began to struggle; all the talking was not good for his injuries.
Vreem placed a hand upon his friend’s arm and smiled. “You’re right.” Looking at the approaching Kel, the being taken over by darkness, who reveled in torment and suffering, Vreem slowly pulled himself up to face this approaching darkness. He raised his right hand and pointed it directly at his master, his left hand supporting the injury he’d received their not too long before. With the feelings of his master during those times when he abhorred the darkness and didn’t cling to it, Vreem called upon the force. It flowed through his body, as if his flesh had opened up and let a soothing liquid calmly flow throughout. He could feel the very essence of it, sense its effects throughout his body. And then, using his will, he called it all to his right hand. It swarmed and amassed like the clouds of a great storm. And then, seeking nothing but the redemption of his master, he let it surge out.
There were crackles in the air as the bright green electrical storm fell upon its victim’s body. Kel, with his saber held aloft, prepared to make the final strike that would seal his destiny was caught unprepared for this unimaginable power. It washed over in an instant, and in that same instant, he was saved from falling completely into the clutches of darkness. The storm passed and the scene of ruin was left, the two injured Padawan’s and a dead Jedi Knight were all that lay in the canyon now. As Vreem fell to one knee, he felt the tear for a lost friend fall towards the ground and sizzle without a sign.
