Post by Wesroth on Dec 21, 2010 6:35:42 GMT -5
Name: Wesroth Arkhayn
Race: Human
Age: 25
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 150 lbs
Appearance:[/u]
Wesroth is fairly average in height and build, not leaning to any particular extreme, but simply healthy in appearance. His face is rather unremarkable, a trait shared with his expressions which are usually rather neutral and plain as well. He has light copper-shaded brown eyes. His hair is a fairly dark brown, and is often short and neat with a small fringe at the front, and he wears a thin goatee on his face.
In contrast, his right leg is rather distinctive and noticeable. Due to an injury sustained during his time as a Padawan where he lost his entire right leg from just above the kneecap, he had to receive a cybernetic replacement. His body didn't work well with it and as a result Wesroth experiences sluggish, unpredictable response from it and therefore has a noticeable limping gait. Because Wesroth refused to have synthflesh put on it and chose not to pretend it was a real foot and put a shoe over it, the foot was instead modified to be a bit like a boot.
Personality:[/u] Wesroth is thoughtful and deliberate with words and actions alike. He maintains a tranquil and controlled outward appearance, not allowing anger or frustration to show easily, and speaks with kindness and respect to those around him. Taking the example of one of his old masters, he is patient and compassionate with people, and is willing to listen to their problems and offer words of reassurance and comfort.
His disability has humbled him, making him see the vulnerabilities and limitations that even a Jedi faces, and it serves as a grim reminder of when he came face-to-face with his own mortality. The memories of his time spent in darkness also teach a lesson, that everyone, regardless of how pure of mind and soul they may be, are susceptible to giving in to darkness. Both of these are a major shaping influence in his mindset and personality, and the ways he acts.
Despite these more serious attitudes he adopts in general, he also has a lighter side that is most notably displayed around friends. He finds laughter easily, and is quick with a sarcastic or witty remark where appropriate. He recognizes that one must take time to enjoy moments of light-hearted fun, even in such a serious position as a Jedi. Especially in such a serious position as a Jedi.
Birth place: Coruscant
Faction: Jedi
Rank: Knight - Consular
Bio:[/u]
Youngling | Age 0-12
Wesroth was born on Coruscant to a fairly wealthy family, his mother Janra being a doctor, and his father Adrian a senator. He enjoyed a privileged first year of life, well-taken care of and well-loved by his parents before his force sensitivity was discovered and a Jedi came to take him into the Order. Wesroth's parents were reluctant, at first, to hand over their only child. However, they both held a deep respect for Jedi, having both interacted with them several times in their work. They knew that Wesroth would be joining the ranks of a great Order of peace and justice keepers, and would be proud to know he was serving the galaxy in such a way. After some deliberation, they decided to consent, and the Jedi took Wesroth away to the Temple for training.
As Wesroth began training as a youngling, it became evident that he was a very intelligent boy with a great enthusiasm for learning. He absorbed every scrap of information that he could, whether it be from his teachers, from overhearing conversations of older Jedi, or from the books he'd study. He spent nearly all his free time reading whatever he could get his hands on. His bookish, reclusive nature made it so that he never really had any friends in the other Younglings in his classes. Wesroth would also prove to be fairly skilled with a lightsaber, but combat training would always be a low priority compared to his studying or his training in force abilities, and for this his combat abilities would suffer.
When he was 8, Wesroth began making frequent trips to the Halls Of Healing when not obligated to be doing something else like studying or training. He did his best not to disturb any of the Healers at first, merely observing them from a distance as they went about their duties, but eventually began to approach some when he could see they weren't busy to ask them questions. Most of them were friendly and fairly welcoming of the young boy's questions, and Wesroth learned much from them about healing with the force. One healer in particular, a Jedi Master by the name of Turil Valor, befriended the young boy, and Wesroth spent alot of time with him. When Wesroth was 12, Turil chose to take him on as a Padawan.
Padawan | Age 12-22
Turil proved to be a patient and compassionate Master, but yet also strict and firm in his teachings. His first act as Wesroth's Master was to re-prioritize the young boy's training. For too long, Wesroth had all but neglected focusing on his lightsaber training, and his combat skills were well below what they should have been. In contrast, due to his intense focus on studies and training of the force, his abilities to control and manipulate it were well advanced. In response to this, Turil demanded that Wesroth start focusing more on training with a lightsaber, and also began teaching the style he was a master at, Niman.
Under Turil's training, Wesroth really began to flourish as a Jedi, and his real potential was finally being used. His time was constantly occupied by either studies or training with his Master. However, this led to a very goal-oriented mentality, and Wesroth began looking more toward the future and the end of his goals than on the moment, and Turil could sense this lack of focus. He began reminding Wesroth "Remain Present" whenever he sensed that his Padawan's thoughts were wandering elsewhere. Turil told him that when a Jedi's mind was focused on other things, he had less capacity to perceive and interact with the Living Force around him.
Wesroth would accompany his Master as he attended to his duties in the Halls Of Healing, as well, acting as sort of an assistant and student at the same time. Turil would show him techniques and nuances that could often be overlooked in general classes that would greatly improve his healing abilities, and even allowed Wesroth some hands-on training whenever there was an injury to be treated that he felt his Padawan could handle.
When Wesroth was 15, Turil would finally take him on his first mission, and it would also be the first time since Wesroth had been taken in by the Order that he would be leaving the Temple. The two of them were to travel to Corellia to investigate the disappearance of a pair of Jedi Knights that had been sent there to investigate a rising criminal cartel.
After a couple days of searching, they finally discovered that the Knights had been kidnapped by the cartel, presumably to be sold. A couple of interrogations later, they had the location where the Jedi were being held, and knowledge of a back way in that had minimal guards. Upon entering, they were confronted by a pair of guards that demanded they leave immediately, but Turil was able to convince them to leave with the wave of a hand.
They got to the chamber where the Knights were being held with no more guards to stop them and began to free them from their bindings, quickly finding out that the chains were made with a cortosis weave when Turil attempted to cut through them with his lightsaber. Turil was busy freeing the two when they were ambushed, and his hands got caught in the chains when he attempted to react, leaving Wesroth temporarily on his own when a pair of Rodians barged in with blasters in hand. Wesroth quickly ignited his lightsaber to block the incoming blaster bolts, and then reached out his hand and shoved them both into the wall with a force push, which knocked them unconscious. While he was doing that, however, more thugs had come in from the other entrance and began shooting.
By this time, Turil had managed to free his hands, but didn't get the chance to draw his lightsaber fully before he was struck in his wielding arm and one of his legs and dropped his weapon as he fell to the ground. Wesroth quickly dove in front of his Master in order to protect him from the rest of the incoming fire right before Turil also used force push to slam the thugs into the wall behind them. Wesroth retrieved Turil's dropped lightsaber and handed it to him, and Turil thanked him for his help. By this time, the two Knights, free from their bindings, had risen to their feet and were ready to go.
Wesroth helped Turil up from the ground and supported him as they made their escape. Their lightsabers ended up being lent to the two Knights they had freed when once again a group of the criminals stopped them on their way out, and the two Jedi were forced to cut them down. On the way back to Coruscant in the ship, Turil allowed Wesroth to mend his wounds, seeing it as a good test for his Padawan, and was pleased when the boy did a splendid job at healing him.
When they were back at Coruscant, Turil told Wesroth that it was time he made his own lightsaber. Wesroth had been using one that Turil had given him since he became his Padawan, since up until then he had only been training with it. After a brief time of rest from their mission, the two of them traveled to Ilum to retrieve a crystal for the lightsaber. Wesroth spent a while in the caves, looking closely at several crystals and meditating briefly, before choosing a bright green crystal for his lightsaber. Once back on Coruscant, Wesroth took his time in solitude to assemble his lightsaber.
From that point on, Turil took his Padawan on several missions, which took them all over the galaxy. Wesroth was uncomfortable, at first, with all the new places and experiences nearly overwhelming him, but he soon came to grips with the change of pace in his lifestyle, and began treating it as the learning opportunity it was.
A striking turning point occurred in Wesroth's life three years later when Turil and Wesroth were sent as part of a Jedi strike team, the two of them meant to be mostly medical support. The team had been sent to take out a group of Dark Jedi that had been terrorizing Alderaan for a while. Things turned rather sour when the team confronted the Dark Jedi, and the ensuing battle turned out to be a contest of who would fall first rather than who would win. Turil and Wesroth were forced into the conflict out of sheer necessity to balance the odds, but still Jedi on both sides were falling.
Near the end of the fight, the Dark Jedi who was dueling with Turil managed to overcome him, and sliced the old Master's head clean off. Wesroth sensed the loss, and looked over to see his Master's body fall dead to the ground. In his moment of distraction, the Dark Jedi that had been fighting him broke his guard, and though Wesroth reacted fast enough to avoid fatal damage, his right leg was entirely taken off from just above the kneecap. He collapsed, screaming in pain, and prepared for the final death blow, but it never came.
One of the other members of the strike team had managed to step in just in time, likely having been alerted by the screaming, and managed to kill the Dark Jedi just before he struck at Wesroth. He asked Wesroth a question, likely something along the lines of "Are you alright?", but Wesroth was practically deaf to the world. He looked down at his leg in disbelief, and then looked over at his Master's corpse with equal disbelief, then passed out.
When Wesroth awoke, he was still in the same building. It took alot of effort, but he managed to sit up. Looking around, he spotted only two Jedi still walking around, likely checking for survivors; one of them he recognized as the one who had saved him from certain death. As his senses began to return, he heard one of them speak.
"It doesn't seem like anyone else made it, let's grab the kid and get out of here. We'll have to send someone else back to collect the bodies." The Jedi who had saved Wesroth nodded and then walked over to where he was sitting on the floor. Lifting him without saying a word, the Jedi carried him out of the building and back to the ship they had arrived in. Once on-board, the two other survivors introduced themselves as Kanan and Tru'ri, but Wesroth barely acknowledged them.
On the way back to Coruscant, feeling began to return to Wesroth's numb mind, but the emotions were new. Grief, hatred, fury... though it started small it was threatening to consume him. Once back at the Temple, Wesroth was immediately taken to the Halls of Healing for treatment, though it turned out he'd already done a really good job at mending the wound. Laying in a bed there, Wesroth allowed himself to dwell and wallow in his emotions. He could never get Turil back, he could never get his lower leg back, remembering the smug smirk on his opponent's face as the Dark Jedi prepared to take Wesroth's life brought a surge of hatred.
As the darkness slowly consumed him, Kanan entered the room and sat beside his bed. Wesroth didn't want him there, Kanan knew it, and he could sense what was going on inside the troubled Padawan before him, but he spoke anyway. It turned out he was in a position to sympathize with at least part of what Wesroth was going through, he had lost his Padawan during the fight.
He spoke for about an hour, words that were meant to comfort, to reassure, and most of all to attempt to steer Wesroth away from the dangerous path he was headed toward. Kanan didn't preach on about the dangers of the Dark Side, or any of the same stuff all the other Masters parroted, but instead he simply said "Nothing good will ever come from that path." When he left, Wesroth didn't feel much better, but Kanan's words had prevented him from losing control, and that was just enough.
The next day, Wesroth learned that he would be given the chance to receive a cybernetic replacement for the lost portion of his leg if he chose. Reluctantly, Wesroth agreed, knowing that it was the only way he could continue to be a Jedi, and the only way he'd ever walk under his own power again. The operation was done, but something went wrong with the procedure, and Wesroth's body had, at least partially, rejected the replacement. It worked, but not like it should have, it operated somewhat rigidly, not fully responding and forcing Wesroth into an awkward limp.
The doctors, after examining things, said there was nothing they could do to fix it, that it was all down to issues with Wesroth's body not fully accepting it. He elected to keep it anyway, figuring he'd have to adapt, knowing that the only other option was to remove it again and be stuck that way. He also rejected to have synthflesh put over it, wanting it to be a reminder of what sacrifices had to be made.
After being released from care, Wesroth was approached by Kanan, who requested that he be his new Padawan. Wesroth accepted, though in his bitterness felt as if Kanan was only asking because he wanted an older Padawan to get him the rest of the way to being a Master.
Wesroth struggled with his new leg, finding it difficult and taxing to walk for extended periods of time with it, and realized that he would need a walking aide of some sort. After some deliberation, he elected to craft himself a staff, feeling that it could not only serve to help him walk, but could also be a weapon. Much like with his lightsaber, he wanted the staff to be made by his own hands, imbued with a part of him.
With Kanan, Wesroth returned to Alderaan, and went to the forest very near where the battle had occurred. After walking through the forest for a while, he came upon a large branch that had fallen off of a tree, and decided that it was exactly what he was looking for. When he got back to Coruscant, he spent a couple days in his room carefully carving the branch into a staff. When he finally emerged, he was ready to begin his training under Kanan.
First off, Kanan wanted to address the problem of combat for Wesroth. He began to teach Wesroth how to use the force to compensate for his disability, to assist him in combat more than he was used to. Due to his affinity for force use, Wesroth quickly grasped the skills necessary, and was soon capable of bringing himself to his usual combat abilities through Kanan's teaching, though prolonged fighting was far more draining on him than before. Fortunately, Kanan had some training with the quarterstaff, and so in addition to re-teaching Wesroth how to fight, he also began to teach him the basics of how to fight with his staff.
Though Wesroth was returning to his training and once again improving, Kanan was still worried by his new Padawan. Wesroth was still bitter, still angry, about the entire situation that he'd been forced into. Kanan carefully tried to talk to him about it, tried to comfort him and help him move on, but Wesroth constantly insisted that nothing was wrong. The more time went on, the more his emotions began to manifest themselves, making him reckless and unfocused in his training, and hindering his studies.
After nearly 6 months of this, Kanan decided to take Wesroth down to the Halls Of Healing, which would be the first time he'd return to that place since the battle. Wesroth looked at the people, saw familiar faces in some of the Healers, and remembered a far simpler time when he had wandered down there after lessons to ask question after question of whoever was willing to listen and answer. He remembered Turil smiling down at the eager, curious young boy, in all his patience answering every question asked of him. A feeling of sorrow, grief, and guilt overcame him as memories of Turil came up, and Wesroth quickly left for the privacy of his room.
Once there, he sat down and meditated for hours. Turil had been a father to him, had been like his best friend since he was 8, and he was gone. He finally began to realize, however, that he needed to move on, that death was inevitable and all a part of life. "There is no death, there is The Force." Turil would never have approved of what Wesroth was becoming, how he was acting, dwelling on the past and wallowing in self-pity. That night, Wesroth took his staff, and carved the words "Remain Present" along the top of one side.
The next morning, he met up with Kanan and told him about what he had decided. Kanan was happy to see that he was returning to the light, and began training him once again with renewed hope for the young Padawan. A week later, Kanan introduced him to a Master Ki Far, who was a master in staff combat, and had agreed to teach Wesroth a few times a week. He was also skilled with the Force Weapon ability, and trained Wesroth in this as well, so that he would not be at such a disadvantage to lightsaber-wielding opponents who could otherwise easily destroy Wesroth's staff in battle.
Kanan was no Turil, but he was still a good Master that Wesroth would learn alot from, mostly about himself and the man he was to become. Now that he had come face to face with the darkness inside him, Kanan taught him that it would always be there, lurking beneath the surface, an ever-present temptation. He was taught that all Jedi struggle with this darkness because it's natural for people to want power or fame, to go down the easy route, or to give in to their emotions and allow them to take control. Kanan would go on to say that it was perfectly fine, and even healthy, to feel those strong emotions, but the key was not to give in and let them cloud his judgment and skew his principles.
Wesroth became more calm, more thoughtful of his words and his actions, in part due to what Kanan was teaching him about how to behave as a Jedi, and in part due to youthful exuberance wearing off as he entered his adult years. He had returned to helping in the Halls Of Healing shortly after his return to the light, and not long after began going out on missions once more, this time beside Kanan rather than Turil. With Kanan, his horizons were broadened as he was taken on missions out of the ordinary for him, such as acting as a diplomat in a conflict between two opposing political factions on Onderon, or one particularly jarring mission where the two had to track down an assassin that had fled to Nar Shaddaa.
At 22, Kanan told Wesroth that he was ready for the Jedi Trials. Wesroth managed to pass them, though it was by no means easy for him, and with that he was advanced to the rank of a Knight, and Kanan became a Master.
Knighthood | Age 22-25/Present Day
Wesroth naturally took on the role of a Healer at this point in time, to the surprise of pretty much nobody. Though most of his time was spent at the Temple, Wesroth still occasionally went out on missions, sometimes accompanied by Kanan whom he continued to maintain a friendship with. He was encouraged once or twice to take on a Padawan, but refused, thinking himself not ready for that responsibility yet. In addition to his duties, he continued to train and study as much as possible, of note being the continuation of his training with Master Ki Far several times a week.
The future holds many things for many people. Some people see hope where others see despair, and some see an open door where others see a ten foot fence. For Wesroth, he sees every obstacle as an opportunity, to better one's self and to learn something, and he looks at the world with an optimism that tells him that if he maintains hope, no matter how grim things may be, there is still hope to be had.
Weapons[/u]
Lightsaber: Single, Single-phase
Color: Green
Staff: -Link-
Length: 6 ft.
Practiced Lightsaber forms:[/u]
Shii-Cho - 5
Niman - 2
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:[/u]
Telekinetic: 6
Telepathic: 4
Body: 6
Sense: 3
Protection: 5
Healing: 7
Destruction: 0
Specialized Skills:[/u]
Staff Specialization
Force Weapon
Attributes: [/u]
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 8
Speed: 3
Leadership: 3
Unarmed: 2
Melee Weapons: 6 (Staff)
Ranged Weapons: 1
Force Attunement: +6
RP Sample:[/u]
If you asked Wesroth what he wished for most in his job, he'd tell you that it was for things to go according to plan. If you asked him what seems to never ever happen in his job, he'd tell you that it was things going according to plan.
Here he was on Alderaan, a planet where Wesroth already had a bad track record, attempting to mediate a peace settlement between some local authority and a group of violent political extremists, which Wesroth noted was just a nice way of saying "terrorists". For several months, the group had been causing all sorts of havoc for the city: raiding supply ships coming in to port, destroying public buildings, harassing and even beating and injuring innocent civilians, the list was fairly extensive. However, despite the best efforts of several groups assigned to tracking the terrorist group, they could not be pinned down or found after one of their hits.
Local authority hoped, perhaps naively, that they could reach a peaceful arrangement with the group, thus bringing Wesroth into the conflict. In the middle of the proceedings, however, several groups of the terrorists had broken into the building and started shooting everything that moved. The leader of the terrorist faction, a heavily battle-scarred man by the name of Xanjan Benlok, rose from his chair and immediately shot the city representatives. Before he could turn to aim at Wesroth, however, he was thrown forcefully into the wall by a force push.
Wesroth moved quickly to check on the representatives, none of whom turned out to be alive anymore. He then limped over to Xanjan's body laying on the floor and checked on him; he was unconscious. Wesroth could hear the sounds of gunfire and screaming outside of the room. He reached out his hand and his staff flew through the air and into it, then walked toward the doors. As they slid open, he was greeted with the sight of three armed terrorists moving toward the doorway he was standing in. He reached for his lightsaber and got to it just in time to ignite it before the first man fired at him.
As he defended against the incoming blaster bolts, he reached out with his right hand, still keeping a hold on his staff, and sent the man who had begun firing into the wall just beside him. The other two foolishly took their attention off of Wesroth to watch their companion slump down to the ground, and one of them yelled "Jedi!" What, the lightsaber didn't make it obvious? Wesroth thought.
Seizing the opportunity of their distraction, Wesroth charged forward and brought the end up his staff up into the first man's face. It caught him underneath the chin, and he was sent to the ground. Without waiting for the last terrorist to react, Wesroth brought his lightsaber down to cut his blaster rifle in half, kneed him in the stomach, and smacked him over the head with his staff as the man bent over in pain. As he, too, fell to the ground, likely as unconscious as the rest of his fellows, Wesroth moved onward.
After passing through several more hallways, Wesroth came upon the scene of a recent firefight between security forces in the building and several terrorists. The security appeared to have won, a couple of them were left standing in a corner. Wesroth walked over to them, stowing his lightsaber back away as he did so. One man was standing, clutching at his side, while the second was kneeling in front of a woman sitting against the wall.
"Are you injured?" Wesroth asked the standing guard.
"Yes, but I'm fine, help her," he replied, motioning toward the woman on the floor. Wesroth went to kneel down beside the other guard, and noticed that the woman on the floor was holding her stomach, with likely her own blood all over her hands. His right leg whirred and clicked furiously in protest as he bent it to get down to the ground.
"Just stay with me, okay? You're going to be alright, we called for help, they're going to be here any minute now," the kneeling guard said, though Wesroth could hear that his tone was worried and full of doubt.
"Allow me," Wesroth said gently, laying his staff down on the floor and reaching toward the woman. She looked up at him for a moment, unsure, then moved her hands out of the way, and Wesroth laid his own where they had been. He closed his eyes and cleared his mind, allowing a feeling of peace and tranquility to sweep over him. He allowed force energies to flow through him and into the wound, knitting flesh and mending muscle. He could hear the woman breathe a sigh of relief as the process helped ease the pain as well. After a couple minutes of this, Wesroth lifted his hands and opened his eyes.
"Thank you..." the woman said, when she realized he had finished.
"You're welcome. Just make sure the doctors look at that proper when help arrives, make sure everything's in order. Stay down here and don't move too much if you don't have to, you don't want to bother the area very much for a while." Wesroth picked up his staff and used it to help himself up off the floor. "I'm going to make sure that help doesn't have trouble getting here." Wesroth headed for the door that he knew would lead to the main entrance.
Through a couple of hallways, he didn't see much in the way of other terrorists, though he could hear bystanders hiding in rooms along the sides occasionally. Finally, in the lobby, he could see five of the terrorists, armed and guarding the main doors. He knew he would have to act quickly if he wanted to avoid unnecessary killing, so Wesroth stirred up all his energy right before rushing into the room.
Before any of the men knew he was there, he reached out both hands and sent a pair of them into the wall in front of them. Without missing a beat, he brought his staff sideways and, as a result of the man turning to face him, it smashed head-on into his face and spent him sprawling. Hesitating only briefly to feel somewhat bad for probably disfiguring the man, Wesroth turned and flung his staff at one of the two across the room.
It wasn't thrown with enough accuracy or force to injure, but served as a good diversion as Wesroth charged at him and brought his fist around into the man's jaw. The last terrorist went to fire his rifle and found it jammed. He dropped it quickly and went to reach for his sidearm when Wesroth drew his lightsaber and ignited it, holding it in the terrorist's direction.
"Think about it..." he warned, but the terrorist ignored him and continued to draw, "or don't." Bringing his other hand forward, Wesroth slammed him into the wall as well with the force. Wesroth stood there for a moment, breathing heavily, feeling as though he'd just run a marathon. He extinguished his saber and stashed it back inside his robes, and called his staff to him before limping slowly toward the front doors. Shuffle, clink, shuffle, clink...
Race: Human
Age: 25
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 150 lbs
Appearance:[/u]
Wesroth is fairly average in height and build, not leaning to any particular extreme, but simply healthy in appearance. His face is rather unremarkable, a trait shared with his expressions which are usually rather neutral and plain as well. He has light copper-shaded brown eyes. His hair is a fairly dark brown, and is often short and neat with a small fringe at the front, and he wears a thin goatee on his face.
In contrast, his right leg is rather distinctive and noticeable. Due to an injury sustained during his time as a Padawan where he lost his entire right leg from just above the kneecap, he had to receive a cybernetic replacement. His body didn't work well with it and as a result Wesroth experiences sluggish, unpredictable response from it and therefore has a noticeable limping gait. Because Wesroth refused to have synthflesh put on it and chose not to pretend it was a real foot and put a shoe over it, the foot was instead modified to be a bit like a boot.
Personality:[/u] Wesroth is thoughtful and deliberate with words and actions alike. He maintains a tranquil and controlled outward appearance, not allowing anger or frustration to show easily, and speaks with kindness and respect to those around him. Taking the example of one of his old masters, he is patient and compassionate with people, and is willing to listen to their problems and offer words of reassurance and comfort.
His disability has humbled him, making him see the vulnerabilities and limitations that even a Jedi faces, and it serves as a grim reminder of when he came face-to-face with his own mortality. The memories of his time spent in darkness also teach a lesson, that everyone, regardless of how pure of mind and soul they may be, are susceptible to giving in to darkness. Both of these are a major shaping influence in his mindset and personality, and the ways he acts.
Despite these more serious attitudes he adopts in general, he also has a lighter side that is most notably displayed around friends. He finds laughter easily, and is quick with a sarcastic or witty remark where appropriate. He recognizes that one must take time to enjoy moments of light-hearted fun, even in such a serious position as a Jedi. Especially in such a serious position as a Jedi.
Birth place: Coruscant
Faction: Jedi
Rank: Knight - Consular
Bio:[/u]
Youngling | Age 0-12
Wesroth was born on Coruscant to a fairly wealthy family, his mother Janra being a doctor, and his father Adrian a senator. He enjoyed a privileged first year of life, well-taken care of and well-loved by his parents before his force sensitivity was discovered and a Jedi came to take him into the Order. Wesroth's parents were reluctant, at first, to hand over their only child. However, they both held a deep respect for Jedi, having both interacted with them several times in their work. They knew that Wesroth would be joining the ranks of a great Order of peace and justice keepers, and would be proud to know he was serving the galaxy in such a way. After some deliberation, they decided to consent, and the Jedi took Wesroth away to the Temple for training.
As Wesroth began training as a youngling, it became evident that he was a very intelligent boy with a great enthusiasm for learning. He absorbed every scrap of information that he could, whether it be from his teachers, from overhearing conversations of older Jedi, or from the books he'd study. He spent nearly all his free time reading whatever he could get his hands on. His bookish, reclusive nature made it so that he never really had any friends in the other Younglings in his classes. Wesroth would also prove to be fairly skilled with a lightsaber, but combat training would always be a low priority compared to his studying or his training in force abilities, and for this his combat abilities would suffer.
When he was 8, Wesroth began making frequent trips to the Halls Of Healing when not obligated to be doing something else like studying or training. He did his best not to disturb any of the Healers at first, merely observing them from a distance as they went about their duties, but eventually began to approach some when he could see they weren't busy to ask them questions. Most of them were friendly and fairly welcoming of the young boy's questions, and Wesroth learned much from them about healing with the force. One healer in particular, a Jedi Master by the name of Turil Valor, befriended the young boy, and Wesroth spent alot of time with him. When Wesroth was 12, Turil chose to take him on as a Padawan.
Padawan | Age 12-22
Turil proved to be a patient and compassionate Master, but yet also strict and firm in his teachings. His first act as Wesroth's Master was to re-prioritize the young boy's training. For too long, Wesroth had all but neglected focusing on his lightsaber training, and his combat skills were well below what they should have been. In contrast, due to his intense focus on studies and training of the force, his abilities to control and manipulate it were well advanced. In response to this, Turil demanded that Wesroth start focusing more on training with a lightsaber, and also began teaching the style he was a master at, Niman.
Under Turil's training, Wesroth really began to flourish as a Jedi, and his real potential was finally being used. His time was constantly occupied by either studies or training with his Master. However, this led to a very goal-oriented mentality, and Wesroth began looking more toward the future and the end of his goals than on the moment, and Turil could sense this lack of focus. He began reminding Wesroth "Remain Present" whenever he sensed that his Padawan's thoughts were wandering elsewhere. Turil told him that when a Jedi's mind was focused on other things, he had less capacity to perceive and interact with the Living Force around him.
Wesroth would accompany his Master as he attended to his duties in the Halls Of Healing, as well, acting as sort of an assistant and student at the same time. Turil would show him techniques and nuances that could often be overlooked in general classes that would greatly improve his healing abilities, and even allowed Wesroth some hands-on training whenever there was an injury to be treated that he felt his Padawan could handle.
When Wesroth was 15, Turil would finally take him on his first mission, and it would also be the first time since Wesroth had been taken in by the Order that he would be leaving the Temple. The two of them were to travel to Corellia to investigate the disappearance of a pair of Jedi Knights that had been sent there to investigate a rising criminal cartel.
After a couple days of searching, they finally discovered that the Knights had been kidnapped by the cartel, presumably to be sold. A couple of interrogations later, they had the location where the Jedi were being held, and knowledge of a back way in that had minimal guards. Upon entering, they were confronted by a pair of guards that demanded they leave immediately, but Turil was able to convince them to leave with the wave of a hand.
They got to the chamber where the Knights were being held with no more guards to stop them and began to free them from their bindings, quickly finding out that the chains were made with a cortosis weave when Turil attempted to cut through them with his lightsaber. Turil was busy freeing the two when they were ambushed, and his hands got caught in the chains when he attempted to react, leaving Wesroth temporarily on his own when a pair of Rodians barged in with blasters in hand. Wesroth quickly ignited his lightsaber to block the incoming blaster bolts, and then reached out his hand and shoved them both into the wall with a force push, which knocked them unconscious. While he was doing that, however, more thugs had come in from the other entrance and began shooting.
By this time, Turil had managed to free his hands, but didn't get the chance to draw his lightsaber fully before he was struck in his wielding arm and one of his legs and dropped his weapon as he fell to the ground. Wesroth quickly dove in front of his Master in order to protect him from the rest of the incoming fire right before Turil also used force push to slam the thugs into the wall behind them. Wesroth retrieved Turil's dropped lightsaber and handed it to him, and Turil thanked him for his help. By this time, the two Knights, free from their bindings, had risen to their feet and were ready to go.
Wesroth helped Turil up from the ground and supported him as they made their escape. Their lightsabers ended up being lent to the two Knights they had freed when once again a group of the criminals stopped them on their way out, and the two Jedi were forced to cut them down. On the way back to Coruscant in the ship, Turil allowed Wesroth to mend his wounds, seeing it as a good test for his Padawan, and was pleased when the boy did a splendid job at healing him.
When they were back at Coruscant, Turil told Wesroth that it was time he made his own lightsaber. Wesroth had been using one that Turil had given him since he became his Padawan, since up until then he had only been training with it. After a brief time of rest from their mission, the two of them traveled to Ilum to retrieve a crystal for the lightsaber. Wesroth spent a while in the caves, looking closely at several crystals and meditating briefly, before choosing a bright green crystal for his lightsaber. Once back on Coruscant, Wesroth took his time in solitude to assemble his lightsaber.
From that point on, Turil took his Padawan on several missions, which took them all over the galaxy. Wesroth was uncomfortable, at first, with all the new places and experiences nearly overwhelming him, but he soon came to grips with the change of pace in his lifestyle, and began treating it as the learning opportunity it was.
A striking turning point occurred in Wesroth's life three years later when Turil and Wesroth were sent as part of a Jedi strike team, the two of them meant to be mostly medical support. The team had been sent to take out a group of Dark Jedi that had been terrorizing Alderaan for a while. Things turned rather sour when the team confronted the Dark Jedi, and the ensuing battle turned out to be a contest of who would fall first rather than who would win. Turil and Wesroth were forced into the conflict out of sheer necessity to balance the odds, but still Jedi on both sides were falling.
Near the end of the fight, the Dark Jedi who was dueling with Turil managed to overcome him, and sliced the old Master's head clean off. Wesroth sensed the loss, and looked over to see his Master's body fall dead to the ground. In his moment of distraction, the Dark Jedi that had been fighting him broke his guard, and though Wesroth reacted fast enough to avoid fatal damage, his right leg was entirely taken off from just above the kneecap. He collapsed, screaming in pain, and prepared for the final death blow, but it never came.
One of the other members of the strike team had managed to step in just in time, likely having been alerted by the screaming, and managed to kill the Dark Jedi just before he struck at Wesroth. He asked Wesroth a question, likely something along the lines of "Are you alright?", but Wesroth was practically deaf to the world. He looked down at his leg in disbelief, and then looked over at his Master's corpse with equal disbelief, then passed out.
When Wesroth awoke, he was still in the same building. It took alot of effort, but he managed to sit up. Looking around, he spotted only two Jedi still walking around, likely checking for survivors; one of them he recognized as the one who had saved him from certain death. As his senses began to return, he heard one of them speak.
"It doesn't seem like anyone else made it, let's grab the kid and get out of here. We'll have to send someone else back to collect the bodies." The Jedi who had saved Wesroth nodded and then walked over to where he was sitting on the floor. Lifting him without saying a word, the Jedi carried him out of the building and back to the ship they had arrived in. Once on-board, the two other survivors introduced themselves as Kanan and Tru'ri, but Wesroth barely acknowledged them.
On the way back to Coruscant, feeling began to return to Wesroth's numb mind, but the emotions were new. Grief, hatred, fury... though it started small it was threatening to consume him. Once back at the Temple, Wesroth was immediately taken to the Halls of Healing for treatment, though it turned out he'd already done a really good job at mending the wound. Laying in a bed there, Wesroth allowed himself to dwell and wallow in his emotions. He could never get Turil back, he could never get his lower leg back, remembering the smug smirk on his opponent's face as the Dark Jedi prepared to take Wesroth's life brought a surge of hatred.
As the darkness slowly consumed him, Kanan entered the room and sat beside his bed. Wesroth didn't want him there, Kanan knew it, and he could sense what was going on inside the troubled Padawan before him, but he spoke anyway. It turned out he was in a position to sympathize with at least part of what Wesroth was going through, he had lost his Padawan during the fight.
He spoke for about an hour, words that were meant to comfort, to reassure, and most of all to attempt to steer Wesroth away from the dangerous path he was headed toward. Kanan didn't preach on about the dangers of the Dark Side, or any of the same stuff all the other Masters parroted, but instead he simply said "Nothing good will ever come from that path." When he left, Wesroth didn't feel much better, but Kanan's words had prevented him from losing control, and that was just enough.
The next day, Wesroth learned that he would be given the chance to receive a cybernetic replacement for the lost portion of his leg if he chose. Reluctantly, Wesroth agreed, knowing that it was the only way he could continue to be a Jedi, and the only way he'd ever walk under his own power again. The operation was done, but something went wrong with the procedure, and Wesroth's body had, at least partially, rejected the replacement. It worked, but not like it should have, it operated somewhat rigidly, not fully responding and forcing Wesroth into an awkward limp.
The doctors, after examining things, said there was nothing they could do to fix it, that it was all down to issues with Wesroth's body not fully accepting it. He elected to keep it anyway, figuring he'd have to adapt, knowing that the only other option was to remove it again and be stuck that way. He also rejected to have synthflesh put over it, wanting it to be a reminder of what sacrifices had to be made.
After being released from care, Wesroth was approached by Kanan, who requested that he be his new Padawan. Wesroth accepted, though in his bitterness felt as if Kanan was only asking because he wanted an older Padawan to get him the rest of the way to being a Master.
Wesroth struggled with his new leg, finding it difficult and taxing to walk for extended periods of time with it, and realized that he would need a walking aide of some sort. After some deliberation, he elected to craft himself a staff, feeling that it could not only serve to help him walk, but could also be a weapon. Much like with his lightsaber, he wanted the staff to be made by his own hands, imbued with a part of him.
With Kanan, Wesroth returned to Alderaan, and went to the forest very near where the battle had occurred. After walking through the forest for a while, he came upon a large branch that had fallen off of a tree, and decided that it was exactly what he was looking for. When he got back to Coruscant, he spent a couple days in his room carefully carving the branch into a staff. When he finally emerged, he was ready to begin his training under Kanan.
First off, Kanan wanted to address the problem of combat for Wesroth. He began to teach Wesroth how to use the force to compensate for his disability, to assist him in combat more than he was used to. Due to his affinity for force use, Wesroth quickly grasped the skills necessary, and was soon capable of bringing himself to his usual combat abilities through Kanan's teaching, though prolonged fighting was far more draining on him than before. Fortunately, Kanan had some training with the quarterstaff, and so in addition to re-teaching Wesroth how to fight, he also began to teach him the basics of how to fight with his staff.
Though Wesroth was returning to his training and once again improving, Kanan was still worried by his new Padawan. Wesroth was still bitter, still angry, about the entire situation that he'd been forced into. Kanan carefully tried to talk to him about it, tried to comfort him and help him move on, but Wesroth constantly insisted that nothing was wrong. The more time went on, the more his emotions began to manifest themselves, making him reckless and unfocused in his training, and hindering his studies.
After nearly 6 months of this, Kanan decided to take Wesroth down to the Halls Of Healing, which would be the first time he'd return to that place since the battle. Wesroth looked at the people, saw familiar faces in some of the Healers, and remembered a far simpler time when he had wandered down there after lessons to ask question after question of whoever was willing to listen and answer. He remembered Turil smiling down at the eager, curious young boy, in all his patience answering every question asked of him. A feeling of sorrow, grief, and guilt overcame him as memories of Turil came up, and Wesroth quickly left for the privacy of his room.
Once there, he sat down and meditated for hours. Turil had been a father to him, had been like his best friend since he was 8, and he was gone. He finally began to realize, however, that he needed to move on, that death was inevitable and all a part of life. "There is no death, there is The Force." Turil would never have approved of what Wesroth was becoming, how he was acting, dwelling on the past and wallowing in self-pity. That night, Wesroth took his staff, and carved the words "Remain Present" along the top of one side.
The next morning, he met up with Kanan and told him about what he had decided. Kanan was happy to see that he was returning to the light, and began training him once again with renewed hope for the young Padawan. A week later, Kanan introduced him to a Master Ki Far, who was a master in staff combat, and had agreed to teach Wesroth a few times a week. He was also skilled with the Force Weapon ability, and trained Wesroth in this as well, so that he would not be at such a disadvantage to lightsaber-wielding opponents who could otherwise easily destroy Wesroth's staff in battle.
Kanan was no Turil, but he was still a good Master that Wesroth would learn alot from, mostly about himself and the man he was to become. Now that he had come face to face with the darkness inside him, Kanan taught him that it would always be there, lurking beneath the surface, an ever-present temptation. He was taught that all Jedi struggle with this darkness because it's natural for people to want power or fame, to go down the easy route, or to give in to their emotions and allow them to take control. Kanan would go on to say that it was perfectly fine, and even healthy, to feel those strong emotions, but the key was not to give in and let them cloud his judgment and skew his principles.
Wesroth became more calm, more thoughtful of his words and his actions, in part due to what Kanan was teaching him about how to behave as a Jedi, and in part due to youthful exuberance wearing off as he entered his adult years. He had returned to helping in the Halls Of Healing shortly after his return to the light, and not long after began going out on missions once more, this time beside Kanan rather than Turil. With Kanan, his horizons were broadened as he was taken on missions out of the ordinary for him, such as acting as a diplomat in a conflict between two opposing political factions on Onderon, or one particularly jarring mission where the two had to track down an assassin that had fled to Nar Shaddaa.
At 22, Kanan told Wesroth that he was ready for the Jedi Trials. Wesroth managed to pass them, though it was by no means easy for him, and with that he was advanced to the rank of a Knight, and Kanan became a Master.
Knighthood | Age 22-25/Present Day
Wesroth naturally took on the role of a Healer at this point in time, to the surprise of pretty much nobody. Though most of his time was spent at the Temple, Wesroth still occasionally went out on missions, sometimes accompanied by Kanan whom he continued to maintain a friendship with. He was encouraged once or twice to take on a Padawan, but refused, thinking himself not ready for that responsibility yet. In addition to his duties, he continued to train and study as much as possible, of note being the continuation of his training with Master Ki Far several times a week.
The future holds many things for many people. Some people see hope where others see despair, and some see an open door where others see a ten foot fence. For Wesroth, he sees every obstacle as an opportunity, to better one's self and to learn something, and he looks at the world with an optimism that tells him that if he maintains hope, no matter how grim things may be, there is still hope to be had.
Weapons[/u]
Lightsaber: Single, Single-phase
Color: Green
Staff: -Link-
Length: 6 ft.
Practiced Lightsaber forms:[/u]
Shii-Cho - 5
Niman - 2
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:[/u]
Telekinetic: 6
Telepathic: 4
Body: 6
Sense: 3
Protection: 5
Healing: 7
Destruction: 0
Specialized Skills:[/u]
Staff Specialization
Force Weapon
Attributes: [/u]
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 8
Speed: 3
Leadership: 3
Unarmed: 2
Melee Weapons: 6 (Staff)
Ranged Weapons: 1
Force Attunement: +6
RP Sample:[/u]
If you asked Wesroth what he wished for most in his job, he'd tell you that it was for things to go according to plan. If you asked him what seems to never ever happen in his job, he'd tell you that it was things going according to plan.
Here he was on Alderaan, a planet where Wesroth already had a bad track record, attempting to mediate a peace settlement between some local authority and a group of violent political extremists, which Wesroth noted was just a nice way of saying "terrorists". For several months, the group had been causing all sorts of havoc for the city: raiding supply ships coming in to port, destroying public buildings, harassing and even beating and injuring innocent civilians, the list was fairly extensive. However, despite the best efforts of several groups assigned to tracking the terrorist group, they could not be pinned down or found after one of their hits.
Local authority hoped, perhaps naively, that they could reach a peaceful arrangement with the group, thus bringing Wesroth into the conflict. In the middle of the proceedings, however, several groups of the terrorists had broken into the building and started shooting everything that moved. The leader of the terrorist faction, a heavily battle-scarred man by the name of Xanjan Benlok, rose from his chair and immediately shot the city representatives. Before he could turn to aim at Wesroth, however, he was thrown forcefully into the wall by a force push.
Wesroth moved quickly to check on the representatives, none of whom turned out to be alive anymore. He then limped over to Xanjan's body laying on the floor and checked on him; he was unconscious. Wesroth could hear the sounds of gunfire and screaming outside of the room. He reached out his hand and his staff flew through the air and into it, then walked toward the doors. As they slid open, he was greeted with the sight of three armed terrorists moving toward the doorway he was standing in. He reached for his lightsaber and got to it just in time to ignite it before the first man fired at him.
As he defended against the incoming blaster bolts, he reached out with his right hand, still keeping a hold on his staff, and sent the man who had begun firing into the wall just beside him. The other two foolishly took their attention off of Wesroth to watch their companion slump down to the ground, and one of them yelled "Jedi!" What, the lightsaber didn't make it obvious? Wesroth thought.
Seizing the opportunity of their distraction, Wesroth charged forward and brought the end up his staff up into the first man's face. It caught him underneath the chin, and he was sent to the ground. Without waiting for the last terrorist to react, Wesroth brought his lightsaber down to cut his blaster rifle in half, kneed him in the stomach, and smacked him over the head with his staff as the man bent over in pain. As he, too, fell to the ground, likely as unconscious as the rest of his fellows, Wesroth moved onward.
After passing through several more hallways, Wesroth came upon the scene of a recent firefight between security forces in the building and several terrorists. The security appeared to have won, a couple of them were left standing in a corner. Wesroth walked over to them, stowing his lightsaber back away as he did so. One man was standing, clutching at his side, while the second was kneeling in front of a woman sitting against the wall.
"Are you injured?" Wesroth asked the standing guard.
"Yes, but I'm fine, help her," he replied, motioning toward the woman on the floor. Wesroth went to kneel down beside the other guard, and noticed that the woman on the floor was holding her stomach, with likely her own blood all over her hands. His right leg whirred and clicked furiously in protest as he bent it to get down to the ground.
"Just stay with me, okay? You're going to be alright, we called for help, they're going to be here any minute now," the kneeling guard said, though Wesroth could hear that his tone was worried and full of doubt.
"Allow me," Wesroth said gently, laying his staff down on the floor and reaching toward the woman. She looked up at him for a moment, unsure, then moved her hands out of the way, and Wesroth laid his own where they had been. He closed his eyes and cleared his mind, allowing a feeling of peace and tranquility to sweep over him. He allowed force energies to flow through him and into the wound, knitting flesh and mending muscle. He could hear the woman breathe a sigh of relief as the process helped ease the pain as well. After a couple minutes of this, Wesroth lifted his hands and opened his eyes.
"Thank you..." the woman said, when she realized he had finished.
"You're welcome. Just make sure the doctors look at that proper when help arrives, make sure everything's in order. Stay down here and don't move too much if you don't have to, you don't want to bother the area very much for a while." Wesroth picked up his staff and used it to help himself up off the floor. "I'm going to make sure that help doesn't have trouble getting here." Wesroth headed for the door that he knew would lead to the main entrance.
Through a couple of hallways, he didn't see much in the way of other terrorists, though he could hear bystanders hiding in rooms along the sides occasionally. Finally, in the lobby, he could see five of the terrorists, armed and guarding the main doors. He knew he would have to act quickly if he wanted to avoid unnecessary killing, so Wesroth stirred up all his energy right before rushing into the room.
Before any of the men knew he was there, he reached out both hands and sent a pair of them into the wall in front of them. Without missing a beat, he brought his staff sideways and, as a result of the man turning to face him, it smashed head-on into his face and spent him sprawling. Hesitating only briefly to feel somewhat bad for probably disfiguring the man, Wesroth turned and flung his staff at one of the two across the room.
It wasn't thrown with enough accuracy or force to injure, but served as a good diversion as Wesroth charged at him and brought his fist around into the man's jaw. The last terrorist went to fire his rifle and found it jammed. He dropped it quickly and went to reach for his sidearm when Wesroth drew his lightsaber and ignited it, holding it in the terrorist's direction.
"Think about it..." he warned, but the terrorist ignored him and continued to draw, "or don't." Bringing his other hand forward, Wesroth slammed him into the wall as well with the force. Wesroth stood there for a moment, breathing heavily, feeling as though he'd just run a marathon. He extinguished his saber and stashed it back inside his robes, and called his staff to him before limping slowly toward the front doors. Shuffle, clink, shuffle, clink...
