Post by Vex on Feb 16, 2008 9:07:14 GMT -5
Name: Vex Praetor
Race: Human
Age: 38
Height: 6 ft 1 in.
Weight: 213 lbs.
Appearance:
(Character has been active for over 20 months)
Birth place: Coruscant
Faction: Dark Jedi
Mastery Level: Dark Jedi Knight
Lightsaber: Dual, single-phase sabers
Color: Crimson and Violet
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho 5
Makashi 3
Soresu 4
>>Sub-form Backhanded 3
Ataru 0
Shien / Djem So 0
Niman 5
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield 4
>>Sub-form Backhanded 4
Juyo 0
Double Bladed Combat 0
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Specialized Skills:
Force Resuscitation
Mind Control
Drain Knowledge
Force Concealment
Force Scream
Force Speed
Healing Trance
Force Camoflage
Affect Mind
Precognition
Force Lightning
Telekinetic: 1
Telepathic: 9
Body: 4
Sense: 7
Protection: 2
Healing: 5
Destruction: 5
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 8
Intelligence: 7
Speed: 8
Leadership: 1
Unarmed: 6
Melee Weapons: 7
Ranged Weapons: 2
Force Attunement: -2
Bio: Vex Praetor had a very unassuming beginning and came into the universe bawling and screaming, christened Enery Winsliyn. He was borne into the Undercity of Coruscant…one of the many denizens that were part of that magnificent city-planet, yet overshadowed by it. His parents scraped by and by the age of six, Enery found he working to help put food on the table. When most young children were on the surface, beginning the first of many years of formal education, Enery was learning to scavenge. Much came from above…the detritus of the surface becoming the treasures of below. Despite the curses with which his conception was announced, it soon became apparent that the boy had a knack for finding things. Not only was he seemingly blessed with the luck of a Corellian, he also had the ability to slip in and out of the places he found his “finds” unseen. Now, not all of his findings were of a legal nature, but down below, they did not have to be. They could be fenced…and that was all that mattered. It was not long before the young lad was providing more than his parents were.
It was during one such hunting excursion that Enery went up. Honestly, the boy did not know why he knew how to find things or sneak into the places where they were kept. He just had feelings and those feelings always served him well. When his feelings told him that the surface was the way to more, he listened. It was here that a Jedi Knight by the name of Orus Jans happened across the scavenger.
Orus Jans was a simple knight, the picture of mediocrity in a Jedi. He had a decent command of the Force. He was proficient in almost every form of combat but had mastered none. Of his 40 years in the Universe, over 35 had been spent with the Jedi, training with them, working for them. He did not aspire to become a Master…he just wanted to serve the Council and the people of the Universe as a good Jedi should. Much of his work was done on Coruscant, helping to identify potentials. When his paths crossed with the young Winsliyn boy (who was blinking at the strange and unexpected light coming from the sky), he knew he had found one. Job done well. Rinse. Repeat.
Enery Winsliyn agreed to the offer that the man in the brown robes offered him. This man was whom he was supposed to find. It was strange, but he did not question it. When asked about parents, Enery shook his head. There had never been a strong bond between parents and child. Enery had been unwanted and unexpected and he had been made sure to know it. His only worth was in what he could bring back. He decided then that, this time, he was not coming back. Thus began his tutelage with the Jedi.
Enery Winsliyn proved himself as adept in training as he had in surviving the Undercity. His quick mind helped him bring tasks to completion quickly, often attempting a solution outside the normal “scope” of the answer. This was most often due to his rather unusual control of the Force. With it, he could sense and understand things at a level most of his fellows could not grasp yet, however his physical manifestations of the Force were rather weak. Manipulating the physical through telekinesis was next to impossible for him. It made certain tasks difficult, until he learned to tap into his strengths. That Sense gave him a fundamental understanding of his fellows…letting him “see” their strengths and weaknesses and understand their motivations and purpose. With this knowledge and an applied force of Will, he was able to coerce them into completing the tasks that he had little power to control. While he was commended for using his powers in such an unorthodox fashion, he was warned about the grave dangers of using such powers over another. Manipulating others in such a manner could easily lead to the Dark Side, after all.
Even as he neared the age of 18 and sought to be accepted as a Padawan, Enery could only handle the most basic of physical Force manipulations. Telekinesis was limited to very light objects only. In fact, he never used it, save for the practice he would need in order for his saber throws to be found acceptable. His ability to channel the Force through him to Jump was similarly limited…allowing him a small boost, but little more. This, of course, soured him toward the Ataru form, with its Acrobatic flips and motions. The only notable exception was his ability to use the Force to speed himself up for attacks and defense.
His fighting style quickly worked towards using his strengths. With Ataru and Shien out, due to their focus on using the Force for Acrobatics and Power, respectively, he used the Force where his ability to use speed would benefit. Focusing on Niman for its overall balance, he supplemented it with speed from the Force. Eventually, he chose to bring a second blade into the mix, opting for Jar’Kai to get more attack options so his speed could overcome his opponent by sheer volume
He continued to focus on honing his mental Force powers. While he could not touch one’s body…the same was not true with the mind. He used his perception in the Force to learn about the world around him, drawing on it more strongly than most to sense the world about him since he could not manipulate it physically. He watched, assessed, and took measure of people around him, using the Force to delve deeper into their basic selves. This he would often use to his advantage in combat, using that understanding to be able to make calculated guesses as to his opponent’s next action. Thinking ahead several moves, he would work to turn their strength and power against them and to his advantage. He would manage so far as to begin blurring himself in the mind’s eye…making someone overlook him, unless they were of exceptionally strong will. Because of how much he could learn from another by watching them, by feeling them in the Force, he worked to minimize what his opponents could glean from their interaction with him. He eventually learned how to draw his presence in the Force in, collapsing it down until it was smaller and less significant to anyone who could sense such things.
At 19, he was accepted as a Padawan under Uthustra Velora, a Twi’lek Jedi. For six years, he trained underneath her, honing his skill with Jar’Kai and his powers of the mind. The lithe Twi’lek approved of his focus on speed in his combat, encouraging it, using her own preference for Ataru to make him fight harder and faster, pushing him. His ability to use the Force to read her was thwarted often, for she was also well-versed in Force Concealment, using it to wipe away her presence altogether, making him work off visual cues and body language, increasing his reaction speed. Through her, he eventually learned to wipe his presence completely, so he seemed like any normal, uninitiated human. This skill also helped him learn to counter it…enhancing his senses further as he sought to use them to enter her mind, to get that advantage to use against her. She would warn him about such use and its need for responsibility.
Traveling the universe with her, Enery found the need to learn healing talents. Uthustra used them quite often, mostly on others, sometimes on herself, when her work dealing with local gangs grew a bit too rough. She often tried to quell such factions when they were particularly bothersome or suppressive to a community. Unfortunately, wounds were always a part of the equation.
During one particularly nasty encounter with a gang of swoop riders on Tatooine, Enery’s new talents were tested to their limit. The swoopers had been a bane to Anchorhead for over a year, particularly to the moisture farmers in the area. Uthustra had brought Enery along in order to help make them feel inclined to stop the depredations and move on. It, of course, occurred in a cantina. A fight ensued and, in the melee, Uthustra was stabbed with a vibroblade. It was accidental; a patron drew the weapon in order to dissuade others in the brawl from molesting him. A body slammed into him, sending him back…Uthustra tried to step in and assist, not seeing the blade until it had sank in to the hilt just below the ribs. Her shock and surprise was matched by the man’s as they both went down.
Enery had moved quickly once the battle had joined, using his talents to anticipate who was drawing out their blades and blasters, managing to sever more than a few barrels and clipping the ends of blades….and fingers occasionally when it could not be helped. The fighting had died down as the parties retreated…and then he saw his Master. The man who had inadvertently stabbed her was over her, trying to put pressure on the wound. Medical teams had already been called, but it did not look good. It would be far too long before they came…she was already knocking on death’s door, he could see and feel it.
Her life failing, she had lost control of that Force Concealment and he could see everything…the wound, a blackened hole in her presence in the Force…the pain radiating out from it in bolts of lightning even as the wound seemed to gape bigger, eating away her life. Pushing the man aside, he let the Force flow through him, trying to heal her…but it was too much. Enery panicked, drawing on it more…his emotions flowing into it as he desperately sought anything that might save her from death.
“I won’t let you die for him.” When he spoke the words, something broke in him. The power came out, crackling over her, lancing into and through her, searing along those lines and irradiating in that wound. He willed it closed and so it did. He refused her death and so it was….he pulled her back.
After this, Uthustra’s view of him changed. She had felt that power…but it had felt like no healing Force she had ever felt. She had almost wished to die, given the pain she felt…and it troubled her about her young Padawan. Nevertheless, she presented that incident (slightly edited due to her concerns about the power he had used) as proof of his passage through the Trial of Courage.
Less than a year later, Padawan Winsliyn would face the rest of his trials. The Tatooine incident behind them, Uthustra and Enery set out to uncover a rumor about strange cubes being sold in the black markets of Nar Shadaa. Searching the smuggler’s moon, they eventually unraveled a pair of Dark Jedi that had found a small cache of holocrons and were selling them for profit. A battle ensued and Master and Padawan were split up.
Enery fought as he always had…the balanced Niman coupled with his speed and the dual blades to keep his opponent backpedaling. Every time the Dark Jedi tried to mount a counter-assault, the Padawan was able to read this, diverting that counter and using it to continue to wear down his opponent. Victory seemed certain…until his opponent stopped, dropping to a knee and extinguishing his lightsaber. Enery paused, thrown for a loop at this unexpected action and he hesitated. That was what the Dark Jedi had been waiting for, his blade re-igniting and swiping across. As fast as Enery could move, he was not fast enough, not with his surprise and, for the first time in a long time, being caught off-guard by his opponent. He jumped back and then felt that searing pain, finishing his own strike on reflex. The tip of that lightsaber had sliced through his lower ribs, searing away his diaphragm and mangling his innards, missing his spine by millimeters. Angle, the bottom of his lungs were burned and charred. His opponent fell, face locked in a malicious grin of victory even as his head tumbled from his shoulders.
Uthustra had dispatched her opponent and come to back up her Padawan when she felt the strike through the Force…reaching him as he collapsed to the ground. The nature of the lightsaber was, in this instant, a curse. Cauterizing the wounds, it meant that his death was going to be slow and painful as he suffocated from his ruined lungs. Desperate, Uthustra did the only thing she could think of in an effort to save the Padawan that had saved her life: Morichro. She forced him into that limbo state…keeping him there until Medical Aid arrived.
It took some very expensive cyberbioticists to save Enery. His digestive tract was ruined. They replaced it with a system that converted protein pastes and gels into something absorbed by the body for energy while taking the waste products from the blood and reconverting it into something usable. With his lungs all but destroyed, they had to mesh them with a fiber weave and install a pump. This, however, requires the air to be purified, hence fitting him with a breather mask that connected to it and siphoned all waste from the air. He could remove the mask during the day, but more than a few hours would find him feeling as though he were at a very high altitude and unable to get enough oxygen, as the mask concentrated it more.
It took almost a year for him to recover. He was still in rehabilitation (having been moved back to the Temple on Coruscant), when he was told of his ascension to Knighthood. The battle had proven his Skill, for he had won. He had passed the Flesh due to the loss and wounds he had received. The Spirit he passed due to conversations with Uthustra after…where he spoke of having realized that he had spent little time worrying about defense due to how he read and anticipated his opponent. While powerful…it had left him vulnerable when he was surprised.
It was a bittersweet announcement.
Once recovered, Enery worked with an almost single-minded fanaticism in order to learn the form of Soresu. He never wanted to be caught flat-footed again, unable to defend against an enemy. Coupling that defensive form with his speed and adapting it to his dual wielding, he worked to be like the mount, impenetrable and implacable. He even learned to wield his weapons in a reversed grip, sacrificing some offensive ability for added defensive value. Working with the forms so, his style changed. It was still quick, but close, inside the range that most Jedi were comfortable with…almost a street fighting style.
His new augmentations rankled him…he despised being dependent on such an ugly, obvious deformity. He wanted to be healed. For someone to do as he had done to his master…knit him and make him whole, without this metal caricature of organs keeping him alive. His studies in the Archives were extensive, but unfulfilling. Even seeking acceptance into the controlled and restricted areas only gave him a trail of breadcrumbs and no goal yet. It angered him when he was kept from the most powerful and dangerous of the teachings, unable to comb them for the answers he sought.
It finally became apparent that, in this quest, his fellow Jedi would be a hindrance and not a help. In it’s dogmatic style, the Council would prevent him from accessing the materials he felt would need to be studied to find his answers. They were already questioning his reasonings behind it, cautioning him to use his wounds as a reminder of the dangers of pride and hubris. It was simple for them…they did not live as he did on a daily basis. At length, he went to “investigate” a source on Tatooine. Once there, he made contact with a senior member of one of the local pirates. A few credits and the right amount of Jedi Mind Trick had the ship in their custody, soon to fly off and crash spectacularly into the landscape. He never did ask who the pilot was going to be. The remains were obliterated and Enery found himself, for all extents and purposes, dead.
He knew he couldn’t go back. After all, he’d just played a part in some person’s death. True, he hadn’t been specifically involved, but he had set the events in motion. Through his actions, a life had been taken. Enery Winsliyn the Jedi Knight was dead. In his place rose Vex Praetor, a seeker of secrets, a hunter of the truth. The cost was immaterial
His search has been exhaustive…following every lead, coercing or downright ripping the information from those that have come into his path. As with his fighting, he sought to perfect himself…no matter at what cost to others. For over eight years, he has been searching for an answer to his questions…an answer to fix himself. As the years have gone by, his methods have grown darker in equal measures to his desperation. When manipulating a mind or sifting through the surface thoughts drew no useful information, he sought to overpower the other and strip the mind bare until he had what he desired…or learned that they had no useful information.
His hunt eventually took him to Korriban, seeking out answers in those ancient tombs, or what was left. His talent in hiding himself in the Force and camouflaging him from other’s perception worked well in his favor. He had no concern about the Sith here…no desire to join them. They were useless for him, beyond what they could provide in knowledge. Even that, however, proved frustratingly unfruitful. He did not leave Korriban empty handed, however. The Dark Side found much place in the troubled man’s heart, fueling his power, sinking its talons into him deeper.
Regardless of the reason, the result was the same. Each step to his goal brought him further from the Light.
For background added since play, look under the "Dark Jedi…they're EVERYWHERE!" here
Note: Sample RP below...too large otherwise.
Race: Human
Age: 38
Height: 6 ft 1 in.
Weight: 213 lbs.
Appearance:
(Character has been active for over 20 months)
Birth place: Coruscant
Faction: Dark Jedi
Mastery Level: Dark Jedi Knight
Lightsaber: Dual, single-phase sabers
Color: Crimson and Violet
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho 5
Makashi 3
Soresu 4
>>Sub-form Backhanded 3
Ataru 0
Shien / Djem So 0
Niman 5
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield 4
>>Sub-form Backhanded 4
Juyo 0
Double Bladed Combat 0
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Specialized Skills:
Force Resuscitation
Mind Control
Drain Knowledge
Force Concealment
Force Scream
Force Speed
Healing Trance
Force Camoflage
Affect Mind
Precognition
Force Lightning
Telekinetic: 1
Telepathic: 9
Body: 4
Sense: 7
Protection: 2
Healing: 5
Destruction: 5
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 8
Intelligence: 7
Speed: 8
Leadership: 1
Unarmed: 6
Melee Weapons: 7
Ranged Weapons: 2
Force Attunement: -2
Bio: Vex Praetor had a very unassuming beginning and came into the universe bawling and screaming, christened Enery Winsliyn. He was borne into the Undercity of Coruscant…one of the many denizens that were part of that magnificent city-planet, yet overshadowed by it. His parents scraped by and by the age of six, Enery found he working to help put food on the table. When most young children were on the surface, beginning the first of many years of formal education, Enery was learning to scavenge. Much came from above…the detritus of the surface becoming the treasures of below. Despite the curses with which his conception was announced, it soon became apparent that the boy had a knack for finding things. Not only was he seemingly blessed with the luck of a Corellian, he also had the ability to slip in and out of the places he found his “finds” unseen. Now, not all of his findings were of a legal nature, but down below, they did not have to be. They could be fenced…and that was all that mattered. It was not long before the young lad was providing more than his parents were.
It was during one such hunting excursion that Enery went up. Honestly, the boy did not know why he knew how to find things or sneak into the places where they were kept. He just had feelings and those feelings always served him well. When his feelings told him that the surface was the way to more, he listened. It was here that a Jedi Knight by the name of Orus Jans happened across the scavenger.
Orus Jans was a simple knight, the picture of mediocrity in a Jedi. He had a decent command of the Force. He was proficient in almost every form of combat but had mastered none. Of his 40 years in the Universe, over 35 had been spent with the Jedi, training with them, working for them. He did not aspire to become a Master…he just wanted to serve the Council and the people of the Universe as a good Jedi should. Much of his work was done on Coruscant, helping to identify potentials. When his paths crossed with the young Winsliyn boy (who was blinking at the strange and unexpected light coming from the sky), he knew he had found one. Job done well. Rinse. Repeat.
Enery Winsliyn agreed to the offer that the man in the brown robes offered him. This man was whom he was supposed to find. It was strange, but he did not question it. When asked about parents, Enery shook his head. There had never been a strong bond between parents and child. Enery had been unwanted and unexpected and he had been made sure to know it. His only worth was in what he could bring back. He decided then that, this time, he was not coming back. Thus began his tutelage with the Jedi.
Enery Winsliyn proved himself as adept in training as he had in surviving the Undercity. His quick mind helped him bring tasks to completion quickly, often attempting a solution outside the normal “scope” of the answer. This was most often due to his rather unusual control of the Force. With it, he could sense and understand things at a level most of his fellows could not grasp yet, however his physical manifestations of the Force were rather weak. Manipulating the physical through telekinesis was next to impossible for him. It made certain tasks difficult, until he learned to tap into his strengths. That Sense gave him a fundamental understanding of his fellows…letting him “see” their strengths and weaknesses and understand their motivations and purpose. With this knowledge and an applied force of Will, he was able to coerce them into completing the tasks that he had little power to control. While he was commended for using his powers in such an unorthodox fashion, he was warned about the grave dangers of using such powers over another. Manipulating others in such a manner could easily lead to the Dark Side, after all.
Even as he neared the age of 18 and sought to be accepted as a Padawan, Enery could only handle the most basic of physical Force manipulations. Telekinesis was limited to very light objects only. In fact, he never used it, save for the practice he would need in order for his saber throws to be found acceptable. His ability to channel the Force through him to Jump was similarly limited…allowing him a small boost, but little more. This, of course, soured him toward the Ataru form, with its Acrobatic flips and motions. The only notable exception was his ability to use the Force to speed himself up for attacks and defense.
His fighting style quickly worked towards using his strengths. With Ataru and Shien out, due to their focus on using the Force for Acrobatics and Power, respectively, he used the Force where his ability to use speed would benefit. Focusing on Niman for its overall balance, he supplemented it with speed from the Force. Eventually, he chose to bring a second blade into the mix, opting for Jar’Kai to get more attack options so his speed could overcome his opponent by sheer volume
He continued to focus on honing his mental Force powers. While he could not touch one’s body…the same was not true with the mind. He used his perception in the Force to learn about the world around him, drawing on it more strongly than most to sense the world about him since he could not manipulate it physically. He watched, assessed, and took measure of people around him, using the Force to delve deeper into their basic selves. This he would often use to his advantage in combat, using that understanding to be able to make calculated guesses as to his opponent’s next action. Thinking ahead several moves, he would work to turn their strength and power against them and to his advantage. He would manage so far as to begin blurring himself in the mind’s eye…making someone overlook him, unless they were of exceptionally strong will. Because of how much he could learn from another by watching them, by feeling them in the Force, he worked to minimize what his opponents could glean from their interaction with him. He eventually learned how to draw his presence in the Force in, collapsing it down until it was smaller and less significant to anyone who could sense such things.
At 19, he was accepted as a Padawan under Uthustra Velora, a Twi’lek Jedi. For six years, he trained underneath her, honing his skill with Jar’Kai and his powers of the mind. The lithe Twi’lek approved of his focus on speed in his combat, encouraging it, using her own preference for Ataru to make him fight harder and faster, pushing him. His ability to use the Force to read her was thwarted often, for she was also well-versed in Force Concealment, using it to wipe away her presence altogether, making him work off visual cues and body language, increasing his reaction speed. Through her, he eventually learned to wipe his presence completely, so he seemed like any normal, uninitiated human. This skill also helped him learn to counter it…enhancing his senses further as he sought to use them to enter her mind, to get that advantage to use against her. She would warn him about such use and its need for responsibility.
Traveling the universe with her, Enery found the need to learn healing talents. Uthustra used them quite often, mostly on others, sometimes on herself, when her work dealing with local gangs grew a bit too rough. She often tried to quell such factions when they were particularly bothersome or suppressive to a community. Unfortunately, wounds were always a part of the equation.
During one particularly nasty encounter with a gang of swoop riders on Tatooine, Enery’s new talents were tested to their limit. The swoopers had been a bane to Anchorhead for over a year, particularly to the moisture farmers in the area. Uthustra had brought Enery along in order to help make them feel inclined to stop the depredations and move on. It, of course, occurred in a cantina. A fight ensued and, in the melee, Uthustra was stabbed with a vibroblade. It was accidental; a patron drew the weapon in order to dissuade others in the brawl from molesting him. A body slammed into him, sending him back…Uthustra tried to step in and assist, not seeing the blade until it had sank in to the hilt just below the ribs. Her shock and surprise was matched by the man’s as they both went down.
Enery had moved quickly once the battle had joined, using his talents to anticipate who was drawing out their blades and blasters, managing to sever more than a few barrels and clipping the ends of blades….and fingers occasionally when it could not be helped. The fighting had died down as the parties retreated…and then he saw his Master. The man who had inadvertently stabbed her was over her, trying to put pressure on the wound. Medical teams had already been called, but it did not look good. It would be far too long before they came…she was already knocking on death’s door, he could see and feel it.
Her life failing, she had lost control of that Force Concealment and he could see everything…the wound, a blackened hole in her presence in the Force…the pain radiating out from it in bolts of lightning even as the wound seemed to gape bigger, eating away her life. Pushing the man aside, he let the Force flow through him, trying to heal her…but it was too much. Enery panicked, drawing on it more…his emotions flowing into it as he desperately sought anything that might save her from death.
“I won’t let you die for him.” When he spoke the words, something broke in him. The power came out, crackling over her, lancing into and through her, searing along those lines and irradiating in that wound. He willed it closed and so it did. He refused her death and so it was….he pulled her back.
After this, Uthustra’s view of him changed. She had felt that power…but it had felt like no healing Force she had ever felt. She had almost wished to die, given the pain she felt…and it troubled her about her young Padawan. Nevertheless, she presented that incident (slightly edited due to her concerns about the power he had used) as proof of his passage through the Trial of Courage.
Less than a year later, Padawan Winsliyn would face the rest of his trials. The Tatooine incident behind them, Uthustra and Enery set out to uncover a rumor about strange cubes being sold in the black markets of Nar Shadaa. Searching the smuggler’s moon, they eventually unraveled a pair of Dark Jedi that had found a small cache of holocrons and were selling them for profit. A battle ensued and Master and Padawan were split up.
Enery fought as he always had…the balanced Niman coupled with his speed and the dual blades to keep his opponent backpedaling. Every time the Dark Jedi tried to mount a counter-assault, the Padawan was able to read this, diverting that counter and using it to continue to wear down his opponent. Victory seemed certain…until his opponent stopped, dropping to a knee and extinguishing his lightsaber. Enery paused, thrown for a loop at this unexpected action and he hesitated. That was what the Dark Jedi had been waiting for, his blade re-igniting and swiping across. As fast as Enery could move, he was not fast enough, not with his surprise and, for the first time in a long time, being caught off-guard by his opponent. He jumped back and then felt that searing pain, finishing his own strike on reflex. The tip of that lightsaber had sliced through his lower ribs, searing away his diaphragm and mangling his innards, missing his spine by millimeters. Angle, the bottom of his lungs were burned and charred. His opponent fell, face locked in a malicious grin of victory even as his head tumbled from his shoulders.
Uthustra had dispatched her opponent and come to back up her Padawan when she felt the strike through the Force…reaching him as he collapsed to the ground. The nature of the lightsaber was, in this instant, a curse. Cauterizing the wounds, it meant that his death was going to be slow and painful as he suffocated from his ruined lungs. Desperate, Uthustra did the only thing she could think of in an effort to save the Padawan that had saved her life: Morichro. She forced him into that limbo state…keeping him there until Medical Aid arrived.
It took some very expensive cyberbioticists to save Enery. His digestive tract was ruined. They replaced it with a system that converted protein pastes and gels into something absorbed by the body for energy while taking the waste products from the blood and reconverting it into something usable. With his lungs all but destroyed, they had to mesh them with a fiber weave and install a pump. This, however, requires the air to be purified, hence fitting him with a breather mask that connected to it and siphoned all waste from the air. He could remove the mask during the day, but more than a few hours would find him feeling as though he were at a very high altitude and unable to get enough oxygen, as the mask concentrated it more.
It took almost a year for him to recover. He was still in rehabilitation (having been moved back to the Temple on Coruscant), when he was told of his ascension to Knighthood. The battle had proven his Skill, for he had won. He had passed the Flesh due to the loss and wounds he had received. The Spirit he passed due to conversations with Uthustra after…where he spoke of having realized that he had spent little time worrying about defense due to how he read and anticipated his opponent. While powerful…it had left him vulnerable when he was surprised.
It was a bittersweet announcement.
Once recovered, Enery worked with an almost single-minded fanaticism in order to learn the form of Soresu. He never wanted to be caught flat-footed again, unable to defend against an enemy. Coupling that defensive form with his speed and adapting it to his dual wielding, he worked to be like the mount, impenetrable and implacable. He even learned to wield his weapons in a reversed grip, sacrificing some offensive ability for added defensive value. Working with the forms so, his style changed. It was still quick, but close, inside the range that most Jedi were comfortable with…almost a street fighting style.
His new augmentations rankled him…he despised being dependent on such an ugly, obvious deformity. He wanted to be healed. For someone to do as he had done to his master…knit him and make him whole, without this metal caricature of organs keeping him alive. His studies in the Archives were extensive, but unfulfilling. Even seeking acceptance into the controlled and restricted areas only gave him a trail of breadcrumbs and no goal yet. It angered him when he was kept from the most powerful and dangerous of the teachings, unable to comb them for the answers he sought.
It finally became apparent that, in this quest, his fellow Jedi would be a hindrance and not a help. In it’s dogmatic style, the Council would prevent him from accessing the materials he felt would need to be studied to find his answers. They were already questioning his reasonings behind it, cautioning him to use his wounds as a reminder of the dangers of pride and hubris. It was simple for them…they did not live as he did on a daily basis. At length, he went to “investigate” a source on Tatooine. Once there, he made contact with a senior member of one of the local pirates. A few credits and the right amount of Jedi Mind Trick had the ship in their custody, soon to fly off and crash spectacularly into the landscape. He never did ask who the pilot was going to be. The remains were obliterated and Enery found himself, for all extents and purposes, dead.
He knew he couldn’t go back. After all, he’d just played a part in some person’s death. True, he hadn’t been specifically involved, but he had set the events in motion. Through his actions, a life had been taken. Enery Winsliyn the Jedi Knight was dead. In his place rose Vex Praetor, a seeker of secrets, a hunter of the truth. The cost was immaterial
His search has been exhaustive…following every lead, coercing or downright ripping the information from those that have come into his path. As with his fighting, he sought to perfect himself…no matter at what cost to others. For over eight years, he has been searching for an answer to his questions…an answer to fix himself. As the years have gone by, his methods have grown darker in equal measures to his desperation. When manipulating a mind or sifting through the surface thoughts drew no useful information, he sought to overpower the other and strip the mind bare until he had what he desired…or learned that they had no useful information.
His hunt eventually took him to Korriban, seeking out answers in those ancient tombs, or what was left. His talent in hiding himself in the Force and camouflaging him from other’s perception worked well in his favor. He had no concern about the Sith here…no desire to join them. They were useless for him, beyond what they could provide in knowledge. Even that, however, proved frustratingly unfruitful. He did not leave Korriban empty handed, however. The Dark Side found much place in the troubled man’s heart, fueling his power, sinking its talons into him deeper.
Regardless of the reason, the result was the same. Each step to his goal brought him further from the Light.
For background added since play, look under the "Dark Jedi…they're EVERYWHERE!" here
Note: Sample RP below...too large otherwise.
