Post by Vako on Jan 15, 2011 3:01:07 GMT -5
Name: Varrin Torik
Race: Human
Age: 82
Height: 6”1
Weight: 162 lbs
Birth place: Chandrilla
Faction: Dark Jedi
Rank: Master
Varrin is old. His body is scared from his time in solitude in the wild and secluded regions of space. It is very pale do to him covering up so often. His skin is weak, and he doesn’t show very much muscle mass. His eyes are naturally green, but often when he is in deep seclusion and is left to his own thoughts they glow in an fiery color. Varrin s hair has turned completely white, though the only bit of it that is usually visible is a large beard which covers his entire chin and wraps around his mouth. His robes, are tattered remains of what they used to be. They are very old and faded to gray. He’s sewed in many furs from animals he has killed, but they all have a dark brown, black, or gray color to them. Fangs of some of the most dangerous animals he has killed are attached to the robes as well. He has a belt, which he acquired rather recently, which he holds many of his necessary items on. Around his neck there is a necklace, with 3 saber color crystals tied together, though he keeps it hidden. He has a very tribal, wild man sort of look about him, but one can see what remains of the Jedi he once was. He generally keeps his hood on, out of habit from what he learned in the harsh environments he’s liven in.
Varrin is an extremely serious and bitter person. Some might say he is an old mystic. He has opinions about the force that are his own belief. He has taught himself many things over the years, but has the memory of decades of learning, which he has never forgotten. He is very sour about the hands that he has been dealt throughout his life, and has never forgotten the losses he has had. He keeps the memories of his fallen companions very close in his mind, and is sometimes prone to talking to spirits that aren’t actually there. He has kept his sanity throughout all of this, and still manages to keep his humanity with him. He believes that he is searching for something, but at the same time he believes that he is looking for nothing. He has a restless sort of nature, and doesn’t sleep very often, and when he does, not very long or well. He does attempt to the best of his ability to take care of himself now. He is outrageously mistrusting of anyone and everything. He even used to yell at small rodents because he thought they were trying to steal the food he had. Varrin doesn’t speak very loud, and when he does, he has a very gruff tone which has faded with his age.
It was cold the morning he was born. Unusual for the days just after summer had ended. In a home on Chandrilla Varrin opened his eyes for the first time. He screamed and cried as all newborns do, and began to take in the world around him. He was in the home of his grandfather, a mid-sized home on Chandrilla, the place his parents had chosen to have him. It was a comfortable setting, and a good place for anyone to start. He was wrapped up and placed in a carrier, and now his life began. He was slightly smaller then average for a baby, but this was of little issue. A doctor who had delivered him said that he was the picture of health, and so long as he was well taken care of, the child would continue to remain healthy. His family was overjoyed by this news, as Varrin Torik came at a time when some children weren’t making it. His parents lives were on Coruscant, and they feared that something there might have been the cause. For this reason they had chosen this to be a better and safer place for the birth. And they started him on his path into life.
His parents had to return to their lives on Coruscant however, and they traveled with their newborn son to the planet. His father was a security officer at the Jedi temple, and his wife stayed in lodgings there. She was a maintenance engineer, who ensured many of the temples electrical systems remained active. They’d taken time off so that their child could be born in what they thought would be a safer environment, but now they had to return. Varrin grew in the care of his parents, learning what he needed to in order to become a successful person. He had not yet begun any schooling, but he was very attentive and asked many questions, showing an aptitude for being educated. His parents had a high hopes for him, and before too long, his mother was pregnant again. It was at this time, that one of the Knights of the Order was passing by the lodgings and he discovered Varrin . The Knight could sense an energy flowing through him, the same that one would find in any young Jedi. It was clear to him that this boy could become one of the order. He informed a Master to be sure, and the Master confirmed it. Together they spoke to Varrin ’s parents, telling him the news, and that they wished to take him and train him to be a Jedi. His parents knew what an honor such a thing was, having made careers out of serving the Jedi. They were almost overjoyed to know that their first born son was to be born in service and was to become one of those whom they served. The only true difficulty was in knowing that they would have to give him up completely, and contact would be very limited. This was difficult for them to take at first, but they wanted the best life for their child as possible. With this agreement the boy, Varrin , was taken on as a youngling.
Varrin then began his education with the Jedi Order. They started teaching him from a very young age the concepts of balance and peace. Varrin had trouble with it at first, not quite understanding what the force was. He asked questions frequently trying to get a total understanding of what it was, as he wanted to know every single detail about it. He grasped the total concept somewhat later then most younglings. But when he did, he grasped it entirely, or at least he believed he did. He stopped asking questions about the force altogether, having absolute confidence that he understood it as well as anyone. His training encompassed many things though. He learned of astrogation, and of history, and of the politics of the galaxy. He specifically took an interest in the History of the Republic, and of the Jedi Order. He was fascinated by the great accomplishments of many of those who had gone through the Order. In a way, he wanted to be among them. He would see the large statues in the halls of the Temple, and wonder if he too may one day have a statue of his own there.
His time as a young child though seemed to pass very slowly. His tutors and instructors would teach him to meditate, and to be at peace with himself. Overtime he came to an understanding of it, and it wasn’t quite the trouble that it had been in the past. But Varrin was a bit of a slow learner, and he knew that. He would often have to guess rather then know, or at least give the illusion that he understood. While he may have been fooling his fellow younglings, his instructors knew full well that he was taking many of their teachings slowly, and merely attempting to pretend to have a full grasp of things. While Varrin may have been slow, he eventually learned everything that his peers did. The Order had seen troubled sort of students before, so this wasn’t out of the ordinary, and they didn’t treat him any different. While he liked to know of the accomplishments of the past, he also dabbled into the history of the Jedi Order. He learned of the many conflicts which the Jedi partook in, especially the Jedi Civil war. It put many questions in his mind about the dark side itself. No matter what the Jedi seemed to do the Dark Side always seemed to bounce back and strike at them again. He didn’t understand how this could be, and why the Jedi didn’t seem to destroy them much earlier. The Sith had been gone for a number of years, but it seemed confusing to him that it took them till that moment to deliver a finishing blow. This put confusion in his mind, but he never talked to anyone about it.
Varrin was just over twelve years old when a Jedi weas watching him in the library reading a book. He watched him, but Varrin had no idea. After several minutes the Jedi approached him, and told him to come with him. Varrin didn’t know him, but he could tell that he was a Knight. He was an Ithorian, and he was somewhat difficult to understand. They went into a meditation chamber and the Ithorian told him to sit on one of the mats. They both sat down and the Ithorian told him to do nothing but breathe. Varrin did as instructed, and they just meditated. The Ithorian was trying to get an understanding of Varrin s mind, but Varrin had no idea. For an entire hour they as in silence until finally the Ithorian opened his eyes. He introduced himself as ‘Thun’, and that he would be taking over his teaching from then on. Varrin was somewhat confused, but then realized that Thun was taking him as his apprentice. He was very happy with being taken on as an apprentice, but Thun told him not to be excited, and that the road to being a Jedi was difficult and hard. Varrin was just getting his first taste of what Thun’s method of teaching actually was.
From then on Varrin accompanied Thun throughout the temple as he was taught the ways of the force. But Thun was very strict. He was a very traditional sort of Jedi, and something he never did was laugh. Thun took everything seriously, and was very observant. This was difficult for Varrin to deal with for quite some time. He had been used to the free and careless sort of lifestyle of the younglings, and had only thought about what he might one day accomplish, not giving really any consideration to what it took to get there. Thun was a very well practiced swordsman, and was a very serious person though, and didn’t like to answer questions very often. He accepted failure only as a learning experience. Varrin for a while had wished that Thun hadn’t been the one who chose to be his master, but got used to it as time when on. Thun would often initiate practice duels with Varrin , and he would always win. He wanted to teach Varrin what to look for, and what to expect from his adversaries. The Jedi had a great sense of fair play, but that was not shared by almost anyone else in the galaxy. Thun would show Varrin how to do something, and then expect him to figure it out on his own. Thun believed that a single example was better then a hundred explanations, and that Varrin should come to understand the thing on his own. And so he did. Thun taught him many things, but he was most engaged when it came to teaching Varrin about combat. Though Thun himself was an expert swordsman, it was clear to him that Varrin s aptitude wasn’t quite in the same area. He knew what a young aspiring master of the blade looked like, and Varrin wasn’t it. However, he did all he could to show Varrin the importance of being well prepared and capable with a weapon. Thun taught Varrin in multiple styles, but particularly in defending himself, and counter attacking. Thun never really took it easy on his apprentice, choosing instead to fight at his full until Varrin started to increase in his abilities.
As time went on Thun took missions of peace for the Order, and brought Varrin along with him. Thuns teachings had paid of marvelously, as Varrin was more then prepared for what they would be doing. He was sensing his adversaries motions, and anticipating attacks, rather then guessing at them, or falling into a trap. And all the while Thun continued to engrain knowledge of the how to use the blade into his apprentice. And as he did Varrin got better and better. He took Varrin to Dantooine where he completed the construction of his own lightsaber with the addition of a green crystal. On his own Varrin moved towards counter attacking. He would deflect a blow, or at least move quickly back with one of his own. He was still never able to best Thun, but over the years he managed to be able to force Thun into a draw. They would go out on a mission of peace for the order, and often times things would take a turn for the worst and they would go into combat. But unlike Thun, Varrin had a habit of utilizing his abilities with the force, rather then just the blade. Thun focused merely on sword play. Time and time again they would spar with one another. Varrin and Thun would go for long durations of these battles. At this point, Thun was never able to use any angle of attack to get through his apprentices defense, but Varrin could never return with a strike without breaking his own defense. And at this point of elongated stalemate, Thun decided that Varrin was ready for the trials of Knighthood. The trials were difficult for Varrin , but he did complete them. And once completed Varrin was Knighted at 22 years of age.
Once Knighted Varrin knew that he too wanted to take on a student. He was very proud to have had Thun as his master, and he kept in close contact with him. No matter what he would always think of Thun as his Master, and not as a friend or really an equal. He knew that Thun had far more knowledge of all things then he himself did. But he had absolute respect for the abilities of his Ithorian master, and had learned to understand the Ithorian language over time because of his master would have stooped into speaking in it quite often. But Varrin wanted to find his own apprentice. He observed a lightsaber training session and observed the students, as Knights and Masters sometimes did. He looked over the group for something, but he didn’t know what. At some point he noticed a young Mirialan girl, who seemed to struggle with some of the concepts that were being taught. In his mind she appeared to be the weakest in the class. This was the one he was looking for. Unlike his own Master, who had been very strict with him, he approached her after the session and simply asked her if she felt that she was destined to be a great master with the lightsaber. She had a sad sort of expression when she answered that she did not. But Varrin didn’t see a failure, instead he saw someone who may have had an aptitude towards other things. To her surprise, he asked her to come with him to meditate, just as Thun had with him. But he wasn’t picking at her mind as they sat in silence, he was simply trying get a greater balance in himself, with company of another. He decided that this girl, Yura, would be his apprentice. Varrin began teaching Yura in a different way then he himself had been taught. They spent a lot of time meditating, and doing research. Varrin had things that he wished to study as well, and he thought that as his student learned, he could learn as well. He would take her into sessions with some of the Temples great Consulars, and they would both learn of the many balances. He had learned much of the teachings already, but he felt that there was always more.
In the early years he spent very little time actually teaching his pupil how to fight in lightsaber combat. Varrin wanted her to focus more on her strength rather then be beaten down with her weakness. He knew that such a thing was something that Sith had done, and he had little interest in imitating it. Of course Thun had taught him in a similar way, but it was done through discipline and balance, not hate and rage. But he did not want this course for Yura, instead he wanted her to have a very free and open mind, and one that may well have grasped the ways of the force better then he himself did. Only when she became older did he start to focus on lightsaber training, and when he did, he did it the same way that Thun had done with him. Constant sparing, and at randomized times. But unlike Thun, he did hold back, so that she could gradually build up strength. And as he hoped, she responded well to this sort of teaching.
Gradually she learned many lessons, though her method was more offensive then his defensive style of fighting. Regardless, he was proud to know that his method was effective. He began to go between teaching, spending most of it at the temple. They would learn from the Temples Masters new teachings, and then he would teach her more about the sword. But Varrin was also learning much from the teachings of the Masters that they would see. He would practice much of what he was learning on his own time, trying master many of those arts. Over time, he was getting rather good at many of them, but he would also try to balance these things with Yura. When he believed her to be ready, they began taking missions with the Jedi Order. They would travel, often far out into the Rim, to help those in need. Yura, to Varrin s surprise, was very good at speaking with locals, and handling disputes. He believed her to be better at it then he was often, and he knew that she would be a very talented Jedi one day. With any luck she would turn out better then he was. And they would continue to practice sparing, and Yura did get better. However Varrin knew that he was always holding back. He was somewhat concerned about this, but often told himself that he was just being to hard on himself, and that it was all in his head. He took her to construct her own lightsaber, and she chose a purple crystal. Varrin kept in good contact with Thun, but he made sure not to have Yura around him. He knew that Thun had taken a new apprentice, but he was concerned that Thun may hammer her with her flaws, or perhaps have his new apprentice duel her in an unhealthy sort of way. As a result Yura only heard about Thun, and was always anxious to meet him, but Varrin only allowed it when she was older, and not in a setting where he would see her saber abilities. Varrin knew that Yura was strong with the force, but her skills with a blade weren’t the greatest. This didn’t bother him as she seemed to have a peaceful sort of mind, and wasn’t very anxious to draw the lightsaber. And she continued to learn, and learned well, of the concepts of balance and keeping the light. Finally Varrin decided when she was 23, like himself, that she was ready face the trials. She completed them with somewhat more difficulty then he had. But she had passed the tests, and she was granted the rank of Knight, and he in turn, given the title of Master.
Varrin wasn’t sure whether to take on another apprentice, or to continue on his own. For a while took missions alone, and remained in the temple learning more about balance. But one day he learned of a mission to Omwat, and that Jedi assistance was needed. It was supposed to be dangerous, and that it should be taken with caution. Varrin had some ambition to take on this task, but knew he could not do it alone. But then Master Thun approached him in the temple, with his young rodian named Kaad. Thun wanted to take this mission, and thought it would be a good teaching method for his student. Varrin too thought it may be a good experience and he contacted Yura. She had not yet taken on an apprentice, and she decided that she did wish to accompany them. Four Jedi seemed more then adequate for what was deemed a dangerous sort of mission. They were taken by transport there, and along the way they were met by a Lt. Colonel Gavit. Gavit explained to them that the Republic had set up a base on Omwat, but the soldiers that occupied it had gone rogue. He elaborated on the fact that these soldiers were slaughtering the local Omwati population, and destroying the wildlife, while forcing many of them into slavery. This greatly disturbed Thun, who was a very attuned to nature. They arrived on a cruiser under Gavits command. Thun explained that he had every intention of moving in to attack, given the evidence of the atrocities these solders were committing. Gavit offered assistance, but Thun insisted none was necessary, and that the four Jedi were more then capable. Gavit told them that they would not be able to communicate once on the surface, as it would alert the base of their intentions. Varrin wasn’t sure about what the best course of action was, and Yura wanted to see if they could get the base to surrender. Thun and his apprentice Kaad on the other hand were quite eager to bring down this base for it’s crimes. Thun formulated a plan in that they would hop over the wall at night, and quietly remove the bases abilities to fight. In two groups they would move, and meet up in the bases operation room, to knock out its communications grid. Varrin had no better alternative, and Yura was rather discontent with the plan, but they went along with it.
When night fell, they went into action, quickly moving in towards the base. They hopped over the wall, and began to disable the turret grids in the base. However the moment they were spotted by a guard, to their confusion they heard him yell out “It’s them!” The sentry began to fire on them, and they deflected the shots. Within moments more soldiers began to appear and fire on them. Thun was the first to match the attack in turn. If these soldiers would attempt to kill them, they would do what they must to defend themselves. Kaad pressed the attack as well, Varrin followed after. Yura however wasn’t quite so willing. They killed or incapacitated many of the soldiers, who stood their ground. They worked their way through till finally the soldiers all were either dead or running off into the mountains. Once finished, Thun called Gavit to inform him that the base had fallen. Gavit sent down a large dropship, and it landed. Smoke and fire bellowed up from the base, but the four Jedi stood victorious in the courtyard.
The dropship landed in the center, and out poured a multitude of soldiers. As one would expect they looked around to ensure the area was safe. Last Gavit stepped off the transport. He congratulated the four Jedi, and thanked them for their assistance. But as he spoke every one of the four Jedi suddenly felt a tremor go through their bodies. Something was wrong, they could all feel it, and it put them all on edge. Gavit had a snide grin on his face, but the Jedi all said nothing unsure of what it was they were feeling. Gavit then looked to his left at his ensign, and nodded. The soldier, along with all of the other soldiers brought their weapons to bare, and took aim at the Jedi. Thun, Kaad, Varrin , and Yura all of a sudden felt a drip of fear slip into themselves, as each of their eyes went wide. The soldiers opened fire, shooting at each of them. They all managed to draw their lightsabers, but it was by far too late. Yura fell first, being pelted with the blaster bolts. Thun leapt into the air while Kaad charged his opponents. Kaad was shot from behind, while Thun took down several soldiers, only to be dispatched within moments. Varrin had been merely attempting to deflect the shots, but one snatched him in the back, before Thun had even gotten into the air. He fell to the ground, and rolled over. He could see the night sky with all the stars. He had trouble breathing, he’d never been shot before. He could smell the charred flesh, and he could hear the shots continue. The flashes of light all around him, but everything seemed to begin to fade. Suddenly the flashes of light stopped, and he could see people moving in front of him. He was breathing, and he could see Lt. Colonel Gavit standing over him. He heard one of the soldiers remark about how he was alive, and he could just make out the words “Take him with us”, coming from Gavits lips. One of the soldiers placed their rifle over him, and shot him with a blue circular blast, which knocked Varrin out completely.
Varrin awoke sometime later. He had absolutely no idea how long he’d been knocked out, for all he knew it could have been days. He was restrained by his hands and his feet. The room was dark and metallic. He couldn’t move really at all. Suddenly before him a door opened up, and in walked Lt. Colonel Gavit. The man was still wearing a Republic Uniform, and he had a holo-pad in his hand. Several soldiers accompanied him. Gavit looked him over and Varrin struggled to get free. Gavit explained that Thun appeared to have activated a distress beacon before he died. In a sarcastic way he elaborated that fortunately he, Lt. Colonel Gavit, was first to arrive, and unfortunately, all he recovered was a single lightsaber. He showed the holopad to Varrin, and it showed a scene of him, with a solemn demeanor giving the lightsaber to a master of the Order. In the scene the two bowed to each other and Gavit gave his condolences talking about how bravely they stood in battle. Varrin started to struggle some more. He didn’t know what to think. They’d been betrayed by an officer of the Republic, but they had no reason why. Varrin demanded an explanation, not expecting to get one. But to his surprise Gavit was very forthcoming. He explained that he was the slaver picking up the people on Omwat, and that the soldiers at the base were the ones under his command he knew would never go along with it. So he placed them there, and called for aid to quell insurrection. As he did this, he told the soldiers at the base that several rogue Jedi were making their way there, and that they should be considered extremely dangerous.
Varrin couldn’t believe what he was hearing. His master was dead, his apprentice was dead, and as far as the Jedi Order knew, he was dead. Varrin struggled, and broke down. Gavit seemed to revel in it, and just left him there. Varrin searched for a glimmer of hope, that perhaps the Order knew he was alive. But as he thought on it, he kept thinking on how angry he was at the betrayal, and more so at the greatest Jedi of the Order for not realizing what had actually happened. He had placed all of his faith in the Jedi Order, and they’d failed him. He couldn’t cope with it, and started to go somewhat mad. His restraints sent jolts of electricity into his system every few seconds, so he couldn’t concentrate. That way he wouldn’t be able to use any of his force abilities. They would feed him twice a day, but it was very little.
This was how Varrin lived, and he had no idea how long. After some time they released him from the wall, so that he could move about the room, but they kept the bracelets on his ankles and risks to keep the shocks. It was miserable life. He had no way of knowing how long he’d been there, but he noticed a beard forming on his face. He was filthy, and he was sad, and all alone. For a time he’d given up all hope of escape. There seemed to be no way out. He was left alone to his thoughts for much of the time, and had gotten used to the light shocks. So much so that he’d barely even noticed them. Varrin didn’t know it, but the sensory nerves at the shock points were completely destroyed. Varrin began to just sit and meditate for long periods of time. With nothing else to do, he gradually began to regain his focus. But he was a different, and broken man. Finally he started to get it back into his mind that he’d wished to escape. He had had absolutely enough of sitting in the cell dwelling on the past, being carted from place to place like a pet. Gavit had come in many times to put Varrin down, call him weak, and toy with his mind. Varrin noticed Gavit changing as well. He noticed Gavit was getting fat. Part of this told him that a lot of time was going by. But he knew he wanted to escape. And for a great deal of time his meditations were on nothing but how. He would think on the simple routines of people entering, and seeing him. He didn’t know anything about the ship he was on, but he couldn’t help that. Varrin realized one day he knew exactly how he would do it, the only question was when.
One day, a crewmen came in with his plate of food. He sloppily dumped it on the floor in the usual manner, and looked at Varrin who was centered in the room. His eyes were closed and you could barely here him breathing. The crewmen asked him in a snide way, what it was that Varrin was always thinking about. Varrin’s eyes shot wide, and his answer came quickly. “This” is all he said as suddenly he raised his hand out. The Crewmen was lifted into the air, and Varrin tossed him across the room. This knocked the soldier out cold. He quickly moved over the crewmen and grabbed the mans vibroknife. Varrin then stood up completely straight, and moved out through the open door. A guard was standing beside it, confused he moved to fire. Varrin quickly dispatched him with the knife and slowly began to move through the ship. He used the force to guide him as he walked through the vessel. As he would come across crewmen, he sometimes tossed them across the hallways, or ran them through with the knife. Alarms began to go off in the ship, but Varrin didn’t care. He had thought about this day for a very long time. Slowly and methodically he moved through the vessel, until he made it to a room. The door was closed, but something told him to stop. He didn’t know what it was, but he knew something inside was calling to him. He cut open the lock, not even bothering to see if it would open without it. He stood to the side when the lock was cut and the door slid open. A series of blaster shots flew out from within, but there was nothing there. Varrin came around the corner and shoved the shooter against the wall. It was Gavit.
In his hands he held the man that had put him through all the pain. The liar. The betrayer. The Murderer. He forced the door closed behind him and forced the lock again so they could be alone. Gavit began to plead for his life, and tried to make deals. Varrin did not speak. Too many things were going through his mind. Faces, images, scenes. He barely knew what to make of it all. It was like he was back in that cell for the first time, only this time he wasn’t hanging against a wall. His eyes scanned the room, and in a small trophy case he could see several prized heads and weapons. In particular, he saw three lightsabers. Seeing those was all he needed. He reached his hand out and the three sabers broke through the glass. He grabbed on in his hand, it was his apprentices lightsaber. He ignited the beam, a purple blade extended. He took the blade and cut off Gavit's legs. Varrin demanded to know how long he’d been on the ship. Gavit answered quickly, that it had been ten years. Setting it down, he took his masters blade. It extended to reveal a bright yellow. He severed Gavit's arms. Gavit frantically struggled, and cried for help, but it was futile. With the last, his own lightsaber, Varrin extended the green blade, and severed Gavit's head. He placed two of the blades in his pockets, leaving his own in his hand. He cut the lock once more and stepped into the hallways. A crewmen running near by was snatched by his hand, and he demanded to know where he could obtain a ship to escape on. The crewmen told him, and Varrin pushed him aside. Varrin followed the directions towards an airlock. Entering it, he found himself inside of a shuttle. He ejected the vessel from the side of the hull, and using what he remembered of astrogation he shot into hyperspace.
Ten years Varrin had been locked away inside of Gavits cruiser as his own pet Jedi, like a fish in a tank. Varrin had trouble grasping it, but at the same time he was not surprised. He looked so much different then he had when he first set foot on Omwat. Thun and Yura had been dead for a decade. The horrors he’d witnessed were now years behind him, no longer even relevant. He stopped the ship in dead space, to sit and think. He thought about what he would do. He had no desire to return to the Jedi Temple. In his mind they had abandoned him, and had not been the great people that he once thought they were. They’d believed the lies of the deceiver, Gavit, and yet they did not suffer for it as he had. There was a hate in his body for everything they were. He ignited his lightsaber, and for a brief moment, considered suicide. But then something else caught his gaze. The lightsabers of his fallen companions. They wouldn’t want him to end his life that way, instead they would want him to continue on, and they would have done so with him were they still alive. Instead he set course for Dantooine, he had something he wished to do. It was night when he landed, and he stepped outside just in front of the cave where he’d completed the construction of his own lightsaber. He stepped inside, and walked in deep. Inside he found precisely what he was looking for. He dislodged three red crystals from unhatched kinrath eggs. He returned to the shuttle, and returned to dead space. One by one he would meditate on each crystal, and placed them inside of each of the three lightsabers. The crystals which were previously occupying each weapon, he tied together and formed a necklace. But now these sabers represented what he considered to be his companions rebirth, just as it was his. A rebirth and exile, away from the norms. Instead he decided he would live alone, until he met an end suitable to join those he’d lost.
Now having made his choice, he began to drift. He would go to far away deserted places, looking for solitude. He would find places, in swamps, in forests, and in mountains. And in the places he would sit and meditate. He would live off of whatever he could find, fashioning a new robes out of what little remained of his older while combining it with the furs of beasts he had bested. In his mind he recalled things he’d read in his youth about great Jedi Masters that would go into seclusion to unlock the secrets of the force. He followed this path. Spending years at a single location, fighting images created in his mind, and concentrating his abilities to control force. For years and years this continued, and he would sit and try to better himself without the assistance of others. Locked away for 10 years with nothing but his thought aloud him to bring up memories of the teachings from long before, and having the ability to think on them more was perfect for him. Time rolled on, and he began to age even noticeably to himself. But he continued in his attempts to master the things he remembered so well, while venturing into territories he had not been taught. Finally something in his mind seemed to click, and made the decision that he could return to civilization once again. Using his aging shuttle, which he had take long ago, he returned to Coruscant. He took a bath for the first time in what he came to realize was nearly half a century. He cleaned his robes, and he looked at the star date. He was over 80 years old. He was not surprised, nor very concerned. He could feel his aging, and he could see it. But he still felt a certain strength, and drive to continue on. He looked at the Holo-Net for the first time in as many years to gather an understanding of all the things he had not lived to see. The political arenas which had once fascinated him were now very different. The Republic had declared a war on the resurrected Sith Empire. He had never seen a Sith, but he had developed a hate for the Republic for all that Gavit had done to him. Varrin is still drifting, looking for nothing, but an expansion of his own mind, so that when the day comes and he drifts to meet his fallen companions, he will have enough knowledge to match their own. He has taken to calling himself the Shamen of Autumn in honor of the season of his birth, but also because he feels that he identifies with the season very well. It also keeps him distanced from the Jedi Order, at least enough in his own mind.
Lightsaber: Varrin s lightsaber is a single phase, single blade lightsaber, which he has had for over 60 years. It has a black grip, and is long enough to be wielded with both hands. It somewhat scratched and shows that it is very old.
Color: Red
Companions Lightsabers
He has kept both since his escape from Gavits ship, and keeps them under his robe. He has never ignited them since his changing of the crystals, but keeps them clean.
-Master Thun’s single phase, single bladed lightsaber, with a red crystal
-Yura’s single phase, single bladed lightsaber, with a red crystal
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho - 5
Soresu - 3
Shien / Djem So - 3
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 7
Telepathic: 8
Body: 4
Sense: 7
Protection: 4
Healing: 4
Destruction: 1 (Capable, but not on command)
Specialized Skills:
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 4
Intelligence: 7
Speed: 4
Leadership: 4
Unarmed: 3
Melee Weapons: 5
Ranged Weapons: 2
Force Attunement: –3
Ship Old Republic Shuttle
RP Sample:
The room wasn’t very lively, though a number of people were about. There was a Holo-Net screen on the wall that was showing some sort of fighting type of sporting event. Someone sat on a chair and read through a smartscreen-magazine. He the another set of people walked outside of the large room and out into the city beyond the sliding metal door. It closed, and inside there were still people. A Weequay sat behind the counter, his feet upon it, as he watched a small hologram floating upon it. It showed a similar fight going on the screen just away from him. He watched rather intently but he didn’t really react when either side struck a blow to the other. He had a small bottle, which he drank from every other moment or so. The man with magazine didn’t move from his place, just looked over the ads for ships and weapons, and glancing up at the screen on the wall for moments at a time.
Suddenly the door opened up. Both the man with magazine and the Weequay behind the counter looked up. He wore a tattered, fur infused robe, and a hood covered his head. His face was still visible, as was the large white beard coming from his chin. He didn’t stop when the door opened, simply began moving towards a set of stairs that were just beside the front counter. As he moved towards the stairs, the Weequay hopped out of his seat.
”Hey wait a minute!” He yelled quickly and forcefully. ”You don’t live here.” He stated with a thick coreworld accent. His hand was reaching underneath the counter, grabbing a blaster pistol in case of trouble. The man with the magazine looked up and saw the trouble that was brewing, and decided it was best to stay out of it. He looked scared that something bad might happen, but he didn’t stand up or move.
The man in the dark robe stopped. A snarling sound could be heard from the man who was enshrouded by the strange attire. He turned and the Weequay began to place his finger around the trigger of the blaster pistol beneath the desk. Instead of a swift attack, a battering response, or the image of a weapon being brought up by this apparently old man, all he saw was his hand, pale and withered come up from the robe.
”Yes I do.” came a gruff, course tone from the older man. It was barely able to be heard, hardly higher then a whisper. But it was rocky, and sounded strained, like that of a very old man. And as he spoke his right hand moved from right to left, the fingers moving slightly as he did so.
Almost in unison the Weequays expression went from hard and stern to vacant and almost apologetic. ”Yes.” He said, his eyes showing a sort of emptiness. ”You do.” He spoke with a sort of confidence, but it was far different then the tone he’d held moments before. ”My apologies.” He said nodding in a sorrowful sort of way, as though recognizing nobility.
The man with the magazine looked up, with a serious confusion on his face. He had absolutely no idea what had just happened, or why this land lord, whom he’d known to be a mean and unforgiving person, just seemed to cave him. As he stared, he watched the old robed man reach his hand up once more, and a keycard on the wall, which were used to access the rooms upstairs, floated to him, as though it was on a repulsorlift. He didn’t have any idea what he was seeing, but before he could do anything the robed man turned to him. He barely see his eyes, but he could tell they were ripping right through him and into his very soul. The old man gave another sort of snarl, similar to the one that he’d made when he was denied entry to the way up the stairs. The man with the magazine wasted no time, as a shot of fear went down his spine. He shot up and quickly removed himself from the lobby, and out the front door. The old man didn’t watch ensure he was gone. He just began moving up the stairs, slowly, towards the rooms upstairs.
The old man moved at a pace all his own, not with any sort of speed, but clearly with determination. When he reached the top, he was at a hallway of numbered doors. As he reached the top, he did not stop, he just continued on down the hall. A woman stepped outside of her room, and was startled by his presence. He took absolutely no notice of her and continued walking down the hallway. She watched, fearful, as he brushed right passed her, she watched his back as she began to make her way down the stairs, not recognizing this person at all. He came down to the very end of the hall. With the wave of his hand the door to his right opened. Beyond the now open way, there was a small apartment. A bed was made, and everything was in order, but it was dark. Clearly no one was occupying it, and he stepped inside. He made his way inside, and the door closed behind him. Without moving his hands this time, the shutters on he window closed, to engulf him in total darkness. Only small bits of light from the bright city outside shined through. He crossed over the carpet and into a small washroom at the other end. A light flickered on the moment he entered.
On the wall there was a mirror, and he saw himself. The old man he had become, Varrin Torik, was looking right back at him. He looked only a moment then looked at bathtub which was just before him. He activated it, and it proceeded to fill itself with warm water. It took only a moment to be completely filled and Varrin removed his ragged wrappings. He got down into the tub and just sat. For quite a while he sat just in thought. He cleaned himself, and stood up removing himself. Draining it, and refilling it, he then placed his robes in the tub of water, keeping his belt and his necklace on as he did. He scrubbed several days of filth from the underbelly of the city off of them, and brought it back to a relatively pristine condition. Utilizing an auto-dryer, he finished his process, and placed his clothing back upon his body.
With a final look over his shoulder at himself in the mirror, he moved out of the washroom, the out of the apartment. He proceeded through the hall, and down the stairs once again. As he did, the Weequay was once again seated at the counter looking down at the hologram of the fight. It was as though nothing had happened. He looked up only to glance at an old robed man coming down the stairs. He didn’t recognize him, but he said nothing as the man placed a keycard on the counter. He must have been a temporary tenant, though the Weequay thought it was strange that he didn’t remember him. But he knew full well that he never let anyone up without paying first, so he didn’t question it. And as the old man made his way back towards the door, the man with the magazine returned. A chill ran down the mans spine as he saw the old robed figure approaching him. He moved out of his way, and the old man in the dark robes didn’t seem to notice him at all. He just stepped outside of the motel, and out into the city streets of Nar Shadda.
Race: Human
Age: 82
Height: 6”1
Weight: 162 lbs
Birth place: Chandrilla
Faction: Dark Jedi
Rank: Master
Appearance:
Varrin is old. His body is scared from his time in solitude in the wild and secluded regions of space. It is very pale do to him covering up so often. His skin is weak, and he doesn’t show very much muscle mass. His eyes are naturally green, but often when he is in deep seclusion and is left to his own thoughts they glow in an fiery color. Varrin s hair has turned completely white, though the only bit of it that is usually visible is a large beard which covers his entire chin and wraps around his mouth. His robes, are tattered remains of what they used to be. They are very old and faded to gray. He’s sewed in many furs from animals he has killed, but they all have a dark brown, black, or gray color to them. Fangs of some of the most dangerous animals he has killed are attached to the robes as well. He has a belt, which he acquired rather recently, which he holds many of his necessary items on. Around his neck there is a necklace, with 3 saber color crystals tied together, though he keeps it hidden. He has a very tribal, wild man sort of look about him, but one can see what remains of the Jedi he once was. He generally keeps his hood on, out of habit from what he learned in the harsh environments he’s liven in.
Personality:
Varrin is an extremely serious and bitter person. Some might say he is an old mystic. He has opinions about the force that are his own belief. He has taught himself many things over the years, but has the memory of decades of learning, which he has never forgotten. He is very sour about the hands that he has been dealt throughout his life, and has never forgotten the losses he has had. He keeps the memories of his fallen companions very close in his mind, and is sometimes prone to talking to spirits that aren’t actually there. He has kept his sanity throughout all of this, and still manages to keep his humanity with him. He believes that he is searching for something, but at the same time he believes that he is looking for nothing. He has a restless sort of nature, and doesn’t sleep very often, and when he does, not very long or well. He does attempt to the best of his ability to take care of himself now. He is outrageously mistrusting of anyone and everything. He even used to yell at small rodents because he thought they were trying to steal the food he had. Varrin doesn’t speak very loud, and when he does, he has a very gruff tone which has faded with his age.
A Splendid Spring
It was cold the morning he was born. Unusual for the days just after summer had ended. In a home on Chandrilla Varrin opened his eyes for the first time. He screamed and cried as all newborns do, and began to take in the world around him. He was in the home of his grandfather, a mid-sized home on Chandrilla, the place his parents had chosen to have him. It was a comfortable setting, and a good place for anyone to start. He was wrapped up and placed in a carrier, and now his life began. He was slightly smaller then average for a baby, but this was of little issue. A doctor who had delivered him said that he was the picture of health, and so long as he was well taken care of, the child would continue to remain healthy. His family was overjoyed by this news, as Varrin Torik came at a time when some children weren’t making it. His parents lives were on Coruscant, and they feared that something there might have been the cause. For this reason they had chosen this to be a better and safer place for the birth. And they started him on his path into life.
His parents had to return to their lives on Coruscant however, and they traveled with their newborn son to the planet. His father was a security officer at the Jedi temple, and his wife stayed in lodgings there. She was a maintenance engineer, who ensured many of the temples electrical systems remained active. They’d taken time off so that their child could be born in what they thought would be a safer environment, but now they had to return. Varrin grew in the care of his parents, learning what he needed to in order to become a successful person. He had not yet begun any schooling, but he was very attentive and asked many questions, showing an aptitude for being educated. His parents had a high hopes for him, and before too long, his mother was pregnant again. It was at this time, that one of the Knights of the Order was passing by the lodgings and he discovered Varrin . The Knight could sense an energy flowing through him, the same that one would find in any young Jedi. It was clear to him that this boy could become one of the order. He informed a Master to be sure, and the Master confirmed it. Together they spoke to Varrin ’s parents, telling him the news, and that they wished to take him and train him to be a Jedi. His parents knew what an honor such a thing was, having made careers out of serving the Jedi. They were almost overjoyed to know that their first born son was to be born in service and was to become one of those whom they served. The only true difficulty was in knowing that they would have to give him up completely, and contact would be very limited. This was difficult for them to take at first, but they wanted the best life for their child as possible. With this agreement the boy, Varrin , was taken on as a youngling.
Varrin then began his education with the Jedi Order. They started teaching him from a very young age the concepts of balance and peace. Varrin had trouble with it at first, not quite understanding what the force was. He asked questions frequently trying to get a total understanding of what it was, as he wanted to know every single detail about it. He grasped the total concept somewhat later then most younglings. But when he did, he grasped it entirely, or at least he believed he did. He stopped asking questions about the force altogether, having absolute confidence that he understood it as well as anyone. His training encompassed many things though. He learned of astrogation, and of history, and of the politics of the galaxy. He specifically took an interest in the History of the Republic, and of the Jedi Order. He was fascinated by the great accomplishments of many of those who had gone through the Order. In a way, he wanted to be among them. He would see the large statues in the halls of the Temple, and wonder if he too may one day have a statue of his own there.
His time as a young child though seemed to pass very slowly. His tutors and instructors would teach him to meditate, and to be at peace with himself. Overtime he came to an understanding of it, and it wasn’t quite the trouble that it had been in the past. But Varrin was a bit of a slow learner, and he knew that. He would often have to guess rather then know, or at least give the illusion that he understood. While he may have been fooling his fellow younglings, his instructors knew full well that he was taking many of their teachings slowly, and merely attempting to pretend to have a full grasp of things. While Varrin may have been slow, he eventually learned everything that his peers did. The Order had seen troubled sort of students before, so this wasn’t out of the ordinary, and they didn’t treat him any different. While he liked to know of the accomplishments of the past, he also dabbled into the history of the Jedi Order. He learned of the many conflicts which the Jedi partook in, especially the Jedi Civil war. It put many questions in his mind about the dark side itself. No matter what the Jedi seemed to do the Dark Side always seemed to bounce back and strike at them again. He didn’t understand how this could be, and why the Jedi didn’t seem to destroy them much earlier. The Sith had been gone for a number of years, but it seemed confusing to him that it took them till that moment to deliver a finishing blow. This put confusion in his mind, but he never talked to anyone about it.
The Disciplines of the Summer
Varrin was just over twelve years old when a Jedi weas watching him in the library reading a book. He watched him, but Varrin had no idea. After several minutes the Jedi approached him, and told him to come with him. Varrin didn’t know him, but he could tell that he was a Knight. He was an Ithorian, and he was somewhat difficult to understand. They went into a meditation chamber and the Ithorian told him to sit on one of the mats. They both sat down and the Ithorian told him to do nothing but breathe. Varrin did as instructed, and they just meditated. The Ithorian was trying to get an understanding of Varrin s mind, but Varrin had no idea. For an entire hour they as in silence until finally the Ithorian opened his eyes. He introduced himself as ‘Thun’, and that he would be taking over his teaching from then on. Varrin was somewhat confused, but then realized that Thun was taking him as his apprentice. He was very happy with being taken on as an apprentice, but Thun told him not to be excited, and that the road to being a Jedi was difficult and hard. Varrin was just getting his first taste of what Thun’s method of teaching actually was.
From then on Varrin accompanied Thun throughout the temple as he was taught the ways of the force. But Thun was very strict. He was a very traditional sort of Jedi, and something he never did was laugh. Thun took everything seriously, and was very observant. This was difficult for Varrin to deal with for quite some time. He had been used to the free and careless sort of lifestyle of the younglings, and had only thought about what he might one day accomplish, not giving really any consideration to what it took to get there. Thun was a very well practiced swordsman, and was a very serious person though, and didn’t like to answer questions very often. He accepted failure only as a learning experience. Varrin for a while had wished that Thun hadn’t been the one who chose to be his master, but got used to it as time when on. Thun would often initiate practice duels with Varrin , and he would always win. He wanted to teach Varrin what to look for, and what to expect from his adversaries. The Jedi had a great sense of fair play, but that was not shared by almost anyone else in the galaxy. Thun would show Varrin how to do something, and then expect him to figure it out on his own. Thun believed that a single example was better then a hundred explanations, and that Varrin should come to understand the thing on his own. And so he did. Thun taught him many things, but he was most engaged when it came to teaching Varrin about combat. Though Thun himself was an expert swordsman, it was clear to him that Varrin s aptitude wasn’t quite in the same area. He knew what a young aspiring master of the blade looked like, and Varrin wasn’t it. However, he did all he could to show Varrin the importance of being well prepared and capable with a weapon. Thun taught Varrin in multiple styles, but particularly in defending himself, and counter attacking. Thun never really took it easy on his apprentice, choosing instead to fight at his full until Varrin started to increase in his abilities.
As time went on Thun took missions of peace for the Order, and brought Varrin along with him. Thuns teachings had paid of marvelously, as Varrin was more then prepared for what they would be doing. He was sensing his adversaries motions, and anticipating attacks, rather then guessing at them, or falling into a trap. And all the while Thun continued to engrain knowledge of the how to use the blade into his apprentice. And as he did Varrin got better and better. He took Varrin to Dantooine where he completed the construction of his own lightsaber with the addition of a green crystal. On his own Varrin moved towards counter attacking. He would deflect a blow, or at least move quickly back with one of his own. He was still never able to best Thun, but over the years he managed to be able to force Thun into a draw. They would go out on a mission of peace for the order, and often times things would take a turn for the worst and they would go into combat. But unlike Thun, Varrin had a habit of utilizing his abilities with the force, rather then just the blade. Thun focused merely on sword play. Time and time again they would spar with one another. Varrin and Thun would go for long durations of these battles. At this point, Thun was never able to use any angle of attack to get through his apprentices defense, but Varrin could never return with a strike without breaking his own defense. And at this point of elongated stalemate, Thun decided that Varrin was ready for the trials of Knighthood. The trials were difficult for Varrin , but he did complete them. And once completed Varrin was Knighted at 22 years of age.
The Seeds of Equinox
Once Knighted Varrin knew that he too wanted to take on a student. He was very proud to have had Thun as his master, and he kept in close contact with him. No matter what he would always think of Thun as his Master, and not as a friend or really an equal. He knew that Thun had far more knowledge of all things then he himself did. But he had absolute respect for the abilities of his Ithorian master, and had learned to understand the Ithorian language over time because of his master would have stooped into speaking in it quite often. But Varrin wanted to find his own apprentice. He observed a lightsaber training session and observed the students, as Knights and Masters sometimes did. He looked over the group for something, but he didn’t know what. At some point he noticed a young Mirialan girl, who seemed to struggle with some of the concepts that were being taught. In his mind she appeared to be the weakest in the class. This was the one he was looking for. Unlike his own Master, who had been very strict with him, he approached her after the session and simply asked her if she felt that she was destined to be a great master with the lightsaber. She had a sad sort of expression when she answered that she did not. But Varrin didn’t see a failure, instead he saw someone who may have had an aptitude towards other things. To her surprise, he asked her to come with him to meditate, just as Thun had with him. But he wasn’t picking at her mind as they sat in silence, he was simply trying get a greater balance in himself, with company of another. He decided that this girl, Yura, would be his apprentice. Varrin began teaching Yura in a different way then he himself had been taught. They spent a lot of time meditating, and doing research. Varrin had things that he wished to study as well, and he thought that as his student learned, he could learn as well. He would take her into sessions with some of the Temples great Consulars, and they would both learn of the many balances. He had learned much of the teachings already, but he felt that there was always more.
In the early years he spent very little time actually teaching his pupil how to fight in lightsaber combat. Varrin wanted her to focus more on her strength rather then be beaten down with her weakness. He knew that such a thing was something that Sith had done, and he had little interest in imitating it. Of course Thun had taught him in a similar way, but it was done through discipline and balance, not hate and rage. But he did not want this course for Yura, instead he wanted her to have a very free and open mind, and one that may well have grasped the ways of the force better then he himself did. Only when she became older did he start to focus on lightsaber training, and when he did, he did it the same way that Thun had done with him. Constant sparing, and at randomized times. But unlike Thun, he did hold back, so that she could gradually build up strength. And as he hoped, she responded well to this sort of teaching.
Gradually she learned many lessons, though her method was more offensive then his defensive style of fighting. Regardless, he was proud to know that his method was effective. He began to go between teaching, spending most of it at the temple. They would learn from the Temples Masters new teachings, and then he would teach her more about the sword. But Varrin was also learning much from the teachings of the Masters that they would see. He would practice much of what he was learning on his own time, trying master many of those arts. Over time, he was getting rather good at many of them, but he would also try to balance these things with Yura. When he believed her to be ready, they began taking missions with the Jedi Order. They would travel, often far out into the Rim, to help those in need. Yura, to Varrin s surprise, was very good at speaking with locals, and handling disputes. He believed her to be better at it then he was often, and he knew that she would be a very talented Jedi one day. With any luck she would turn out better then he was. And they would continue to practice sparing, and Yura did get better. However Varrin knew that he was always holding back. He was somewhat concerned about this, but often told himself that he was just being to hard on himself, and that it was all in his head. He took her to construct her own lightsaber, and she chose a purple crystal. Varrin kept in good contact with Thun, but he made sure not to have Yura around him. He knew that Thun had taken a new apprentice, but he was concerned that Thun may hammer her with her flaws, or perhaps have his new apprentice duel her in an unhealthy sort of way. As a result Yura only heard about Thun, and was always anxious to meet him, but Varrin only allowed it when she was older, and not in a setting where he would see her saber abilities. Varrin knew that Yura was strong with the force, but her skills with a blade weren’t the greatest. This didn’t bother him as she seemed to have a peaceful sort of mind, and wasn’t very anxious to draw the lightsaber. And she continued to learn, and learned well, of the concepts of balance and keeping the light. Finally Varrin decided when she was 23, like himself, that she was ready face the trials. She completed them with somewhat more difficulty then he had. But she had passed the tests, and she was granted the rank of Knight, and he in turn, given the title of Master.
The Leafs of Fall
Varrin wasn’t sure whether to take on another apprentice, or to continue on his own. For a while took missions alone, and remained in the temple learning more about balance. But one day he learned of a mission to Omwat, and that Jedi assistance was needed. It was supposed to be dangerous, and that it should be taken with caution. Varrin had some ambition to take on this task, but knew he could not do it alone. But then Master Thun approached him in the temple, with his young rodian named Kaad. Thun wanted to take this mission, and thought it would be a good teaching method for his student. Varrin too thought it may be a good experience and he contacted Yura. She had not yet taken on an apprentice, and she decided that she did wish to accompany them. Four Jedi seemed more then adequate for what was deemed a dangerous sort of mission. They were taken by transport there, and along the way they were met by a Lt. Colonel Gavit. Gavit explained to them that the Republic had set up a base on Omwat, but the soldiers that occupied it had gone rogue. He elaborated on the fact that these soldiers were slaughtering the local Omwati population, and destroying the wildlife, while forcing many of them into slavery. This greatly disturbed Thun, who was a very attuned to nature. They arrived on a cruiser under Gavits command. Thun explained that he had every intention of moving in to attack, given the evidence of the atrocities these solders were committing. Gavit offered assistance, but Thun insisted none was necessary, and that the four Jedi were more then capable. Gavit told them that they would not be able to communicate once on the surface, as it would alert the base of their intentions. Varrin wasn’t sure about what the best course of action was, and Yura wanted to see if they could get the base to surrender. Thun and his apprentice Kaad on the other hand were quite eager to bring down this base for it’s crimes. Thun formulated a plan in that they would hop over the wall at night, and quietly remove the bases abilities to fight. In two groups they would move, and meet up in the bases operation room, to knock out its communications grid. Varrin had no better alternative, and Yura was rather discontent with the plan, but they went along with it.
When night fell, they went into action, quickly moving in towards the base. They hopped over the wall, and began to disable the turret grids in the base. However the moment they were spotted by a guard, to their confusion they heard him yell out “It’s them!” The sentry began to fire on them, and they deflected the shots. Within moments more soldiers began to appear and fire on them. Thun was the first to match the attack in turn. If these soldiers would attempt to kill them, they would do what they must to defend themselves. Kaad pressed the attack as well, Varrin followed after. Yura however wasn’t quite so willing. They killed or incapacitated many of the soldiers, who stood their ground. They worked their way through till finally the soldiers all were either dead or running off into the mountains. Once finished, Thun called Gavit to inform him that the base had fallen. Gavit sent down a large dropship, and it landed. Smoke and fire bellowed up from the base, but the four Jedi stood victorious in the courtyard.
The dropship landed in the center, and out poured a multitude of soldiers. As one would expect they looked around to ensure the area was safe. Last Gavit stepped off the transport. He congratulated the four Jedi, and thanked them for their assistance. But as he spoke every one of the four Jedi suddenly felt a tremor go through their bodies. Something was wrong, they could all feel it, and it put them all on edge. Gavit had a snide grin on his face, but the Jedi all said nothing unsure of what it was they were feeling. Gavit then looked to his left at his ensign, and nodded. The soldier, along with all of the other soldiers brought their weapons to bare, and took aim at the Jedi. Thun, Kaad, Varrin , and Yura all of a sudden felt a drip of fear slip into themselves, as each of their eyes went wide. The soldiers opened fire, shooting at each of them. They all managed to draw their lightsabers, but it was by far too late. Yura fell first, being pelted with the blaster bolts. Thun leapt into the air while Kaad charged his opponents. Kaad was shot from behind, while Thun took down several soldiers, only to be dispatched within moments. Varrin had been merely attempting to deflect the shots, but one snatched him in the back, before Thun had even gotten into the air. He fell to the ground, and rolled over. He could see the night sky with all the stars. He had trouble breathing, he’d never been shot before. He could smell the charred flesh, and he could hear the shots continue. The flashes of light all around him, but everything seemed to begin to fade. Suddenly the flashes of light stopped, and he could see people moving in front of him. He was breathing, and he could see Lt. Colonel Gavit standing over him. He heard one of the soldiers remark about how he was alive, and he could just make out the words “Take him with us”, coming from Gavits lips. One of the soldiers placed their rifle over him, and shot him with a blue circular blast, which knocked Varrin out completely.
Varrin awoke sometime later. He had absolutely no idea how long he’d been knocked out, for all he knew it could have been days. He was restrained by his hands and his feet. The room was dark and metallic. He couldn’t move really at all. Suddenly before him a door opened up, and in walked Lt. Colonel Gavit. The man was still wearing a Republic Uniform, and he had a holo-pad in his hand. Several soldiers accompanied him. Gavit looked him over and Varrin struggled to get free. Gavit explained that Thun appeared to have activated a distress beacon before he died. In a sarcastic way he elaborated that fortunately he, Lt. Colonel Gavit, was first to arrive, and unfortunately, all he recovered was a single lightsaber. He showed the holopad to Varrin, and it showed a scene of him, with a solemn demeanor giving the lightsaber to a master of the Order. In the scene the two bowed to each other and Gavit gave his condolences talking about how bravely they stood in battle. Varrin started to struggle some more. He didn’t know what to think. They’d been betrayed by an officer of the Republic, but they had no reason why. Varrin demanded an explanation, not expecting to get one. But to his surprise Gavit was very forthcoming. He explained that he was the slaver picking up the people on Omwat, and that the soldiers at the base were the ones under his command he knew would never go along with it. So he placed them there, and called for aid to quell insurrection. As he did this, he told the soldiers at the base that several rogue Jedi were making their way there, and that they should be considered extremely dangerous.
Varrin couldn’t believe what he was hearing. His master was dead, his apprentice was dead, and as far as the Jedi Order knew, he was dead. Varrin struggled, and broke down. Gavit seemed to revel in it, and just left him there. Varrin searched for a glimmer of hope, that perhaps the Order knew he was alive. But as he thought on it, he kept thinking on how angry he was at the betrayal, and more so at the greatest Jedi of the Order for not realizing what had actually happened. He had placed all of his faith in the Jedi Order, and they’d failed him. He couldn’t cope with it, and started to go somewhat mad. His restraints sent jolts of electricity into his system every few seconds, so he couldn’t concentrate. That way he wouldn’t be able to use any of his force abilities. They would feed him twice a day, but it was very little.
This was how Varrin lived, and he had no idea how long. After some time they released him from the wall, so that he could move about the room, but they kept the bracelets on his ankles and risks to keep the shocks. It was miserable life. He had no way of knowing how long he’d been there, but he noticed a beard forming on his face. He was filthy, and he was sad, and all alone. For a time he’d given up all hope of escape. There seemed to be no way out. He was left alone to his thoughts for much of the time, and had gotten used to the light shocks. So much so that he’d barely even noticed them. Varrin didn’t know it, but the sensory nerves at the shock points were completely destroyed. Varrin began to just sit and meditate for long periods of time. With nothing else to do, he gradually began to regain his focus. But he was a different, and broken man. Finally he started to get it back into his mind that he’d wished to escape. He had had absolutely enough of sitting in the cell dwelling on the past, being carted from place to place like a pet. Gavit had come in many times to put Varrin down, call him weak, and toy with his mind. Varrin noticed Gavit changing as well. He noticed Gavit was getting fat. Part of this told him that a lot of time was going by. But he knew he wanted to escape. And for a great deal of time his meditations were on nothing but how. He would think on the simple routines of people entering, and seeing him. He didn’t know anything about the ship he was on, but he couldn’t help that. Varrin realized one day he knew exactly how he would do it, the only question was when.
Of Bitterness and Winter
One day, a crewmen came in with his plate of food. He sloppily dumped it on the floor in the usual manner, and looked at Varrin who was centered in the room. His eyes were closed and you could barely here him breathing. The crewmen asked him in a snide way, what it was that Varrin was always thinking about. Varrin’s eyes shot wide, and his answer came quickly. “This” is all he said as suddenly he raised his hand out. The Crewmen was lifted into the air, and Varrin tossed him across the room. This knocked the soldier out cold. He quickly moved over the crewmen and grabbed the mans vibroknife. Varrin then stood up completely straight, and moved out through the open door. A guard was standing beside it, confused he moved to fire. Varrin quickly dispatched him with the knife and slowly began to move through the ship. He used the force to guide him as he walked through the vessel. As he would come across crewmen, he sometimes tossed them across the hallways, or ran them through with the knife. Alarms began to go off in the ship, but Varrin didn’t care. He had thought about this day for a very long time. Slowly and methodically he moved through the vessel, until he made it to a room. The door was closed, but something told him to stop. He didn’t know what it was, but he knew something inside was calling to him. He cut open the lock, not even bothering to see if it would open without it. He stood to the side when the lock was cut and the door slid open. A series of blaster shots flew out from within, but there was nothing there. Varrin came around the corner and shoved the shooter against the wall. It was Gavit.
In his hands he held the man that had put him through all the pain. The liar. The betrayer. The Murderer. He forced the door closed behind him and forced the lock again so they could be alone. Gavit began to plead for his life, and tried to make deals. Varrin did not speak. Too many things were going through his mind. Faces, images, scenes. He barely knew what to make of it all. It was like he was back in that cell for the first time, only this time he wasn’t hanging against a wall. His eyes scanned the room, and in a small trophy case he could see several prized heads and weapons. In particular, he saw three lightsabers. Seeing those was all he needed. He reached his hand out and the three sabers broke through the glass. He grabbed on in his hand, it was his apprentices lightsaber. He ignited the beam, a purple blade extended. He took the blade and cut off Gavit's legs. Varrin demanded to know how long he’d been on the ship. Gavit answered quickly, that it had been ten years. Setting it down, he took his masters blade. It extended to reveal a bright yellow. He severed Gavit's arms. Gavit frantically struggled, and cried for help, but it was futile. With the last, his own lightsaber, Varrin extended the green blade, and severed Gavit's head. He placed two of the blades in his pockets, leaving his own in his hand. He cut the lock once more and stepped into the hallways. A crewmen running near by was snatched by his hand, and he demanded to know where he could obtain a ship to escape on. The crewmen told him, and Varrin pushed him aside. Varrin followed the directions towards an airlock. Entering it, he found himself inside of a shuttle. He ejected the vessel from the side of the hull, and using what he remembered of astrogation he shot into hyperspace.
Ten years Varrin had been locked away inside of Gavits cruiser as his own pet Jedi, like a fish in a tank. Varrin had trouble grasping it, but at the same time he was not surprised. He looked so much different then he had when he first set foot on Omwat. Thun and Yura had been dead for a decade. The horrors he’d witnessed were now years behind him, no longer even relevant. He stopped the ship in dead space, to sit and think. He thought about what he would do. He had no desire to return to the Jedi Temple. In his mind they had abandoned him, and had not been the great people that he once thought they were. They’d believed the lies of the deceiver, Gavit, and yet they did not suffer for it as he had. There was a hate in his body for everything they were. He ignited his lightsaber, and for a brief moment, considered suicide. But then something else caught his gaze. The lightsabers of his fallen companions. They wouldn’t want him to end his life that way, instead they would want him to continue on, and they would have done so with him were they still alive. Instead he set course for Dantooine, he had something he wished to do. It was night when he landed, and he stepped outside just in front of the cave where he’d completed the construction of his own lightsaber. He stepped inside, and walked in deep. Inside he found precisely what he was looking for. He dislodged three red crystals from unhatched kinrath eggs. He returned to the shuttle, and returned to dead space. One by one he would meditate on each crystal, and placed them inside of each of the three lightsabers. The crystals which were previously occupying each weapon, he tied together and formed a necklace. But now these sabers represented what he considered to be his companions rebirth, just as it was his. A rebirth and exile, away from the norms. Instead he decided he would live alone, until he met an end suitable to join those he’d lost.
Now having made his choice, he began to drift. He would go to far away deserted places, looking for solitude. He would find places, in swamps, in forests, and in mountains. And in the places he would sit and meditate. He would live off of whatever he could find, fashioning a new robes out of what little remained of his older while combining it with the furs of beasts he had bested. In his mind he recalled things he’d read in his youth about great Jedi Masters that would go into seclusion to unlock the secrets of the force. He followed this path. Spending years at a single location, fighting images created in his mind, and concentrating his abilities to control force. For years and years this continued, and he would sit and try to better himself without the assistance of others. Locked away for 10 years with nothing but his thought aloud him to bring up memories of the teachings from long before, and having the ability to think on them more was perfect for him. Time rolled on, and he began to age even noticeably to himself. But he continued in his attempts to master the things he remembered so well, while venturing into territories he had not been taught. Finally something in his mind seemed to click, and made the decision that he could return to civilization once again. Using his aging shuttle, which he had take long ago, he returned to Coruscant. He took a bath for the first time in what he came to realize was nearly half a century. He cleaned his robes, and he looked at the star date. He was over 80 years old. He was not surprised, nor very concerned. He could feel his aging, and he could see it. But he still felt a certain strength, and drive to continue on. He looked at the Holo-Net for the first time in as many years to gather an understanding of all the things he had not lived to see. The political arenas which had once fascinated him were now very different. The Republic had declared a war on the resurrected Sith Empire. He had never seen a Sith, but he had developed a hate for the Republic for all that Gavit had done to him. Varrin is still drifting, looking for nothing, but an expansion of his own mind, so that when the day comes and he drifts to meet his fallen companions, he will have enough knowledge to match their own. He has taken to calling himself the Shamen of Autumn in honor of the season of his birth, but also because he feels that he identifies with the season very well. It also keeps him distanced from the Jedi Order, at least enough in his own mind.
Lightsaber: Varrin s lightsaber is a single phase, single blade lightsaber, which he has had for over 60 years. It has a black grip, and is long enough to be wielded with both hands. It somewhat scratched and shows that it is very old.
Color: Red
Companions Lightsabers
He has kept both since his escape from Gavits ship, and keeps them under his robe. He has never ignited them since his changing of the crystals, but keeps them clean.
-Master Thun’s single phase, single bladed lightsaber, with a red crystal
-Yura’s single phase, single bladed lightsaber, with a red crystal
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho - 5
Soresu - 3
Shien / Djem So - 3
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 7
Telepathic: 8
Body: 4
Sense: 7
Protection: 4
Healing: 4
Destruction: 1 (Capable, but not on command)
Specialized Skills:
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 4
Intelligence: 7
Speed: 4
Leadership: 4
Unarmed: 3
Melee Weapons: 5
Ranged Weapons: 2
Force Attunement: –3
Ship Old Republic Shuttle
RP Sample:
The room wasn’t very lively, though a number of people were about. There was a Holo-Net screen on the wall that was showing some sort of fighting type of sporting event. Someone sat on a chair and read through a smartscreen-magazine. He the another set of people walked outside of the large room and out into the city beyond the sliding metal door. It closed, and inside there were still people. A Weequay sat behind the counter, his feet upon it, as he watched a small hologram floating upon it. It showed a similar fight going on the screen just away from him. He watched rather intently but he didn’t really react when either side struck a blow to the other. He had a small bottle, which he drank from every other moment or so. The man with magazine didn’t move from his place, just looked over the ads for ships and weapons, and glancing up at the screen on the wall for moments at a time.
Suddenly the door opened up. Both the man with magazine and the Weequay behind the counter looked up. He wore a tattered, fur infused robe, and a hood covered his head. His face was still visible, as was the large white beard coming from his chin. He didn’t stop when the door opened, simply began moving towards a set of stairs that were just beside the front counter. As he moved towards the stairs, the Weequay hopped out of his seat.
”Hey wait a minute!” He yelled quickly and forcefully. ”You don’t live here.” He stated with a thick coreworld accent. His hand was reaching underneath the counter, grabbing a blaster pistol in case of trouble. The man with the magazine looked up and saw the trouble that was brewing, and decided it was best to stay out of it. He looked scared that something bad might happen, but he didn’t stand up or move.
The man in the dark robe stopped. A snarling sound could be heard from the man who was enshrouded by the strange attire. He turned and the Weequay began to place his finger around the trigger of the blaster pistol beneath the desk. Instead of a swift attack, a battering response, or the image of a weapon being brought up by this apparently old man, all he saw was his hand, pale and withered come up from the robe.
”Yes I do.” came a gruff, course tone from the older man. It was barely able to be heard, hardly higher then a whisper. But it was rocky, and sounded strained, like that of a very old man. And as he spoke his right hand moved from right to left, the fingers moving slightly as he did so.
Almost in unison the Weequays expression went from hard and stern to vacant and almost apologetic. ”Yes.” He said, his eyes showing a sort of emptiness. ”You do.” He spoke with a sort of confidence, but it was far different then the tone he’d held moments before. ”My apologies.” He said nodding in a sorrowful sort of way, as though recognizing nobility.
The man with the magazine looked up, with a serious confusion on his face. He had absolutely no idea what had just happened, or why this land lord, whom he’d known to be a mean and unforgiving person, just seemed to cave him. As he stared, he watched the old robed man reach his hand up once more, and a keycard on the wall, which were used to access the rooms upstairs, floated to him, as though it was on a repulsorlift. He didn’t have any idea what he was seeing, but before he could do anything the robed man turned to him. He barely see his eyes, but he could tell they were ripping right through him and into his very soul. The old man gave another sort of snarl, similar to the one that he’d made when he was denied entry to the way up the stairs. The man with the magazine wasted no time, as a shot of fear went down his spine. He shot up and quickly removed himself from the lobby, and out the front door. The old man didn’t watch ensure he was gone. He just began moving up the stairs, slowly, towards the rooms upstairs.
The old man moved at a pace all his own, not with any sort of speed, but clearly with determination. When he reached the top, he was at a hallway of numbered doors. As he reached the top, he did not stop, he just continued on down the hall. A woman stepped outside of her room, and was startled by his presence. He took absolutely no notice of her and continued walking down the hallway. She watched, fearful, as he brushed right passed her, she watched his back as she began to make her way down the stairs, not recognizing this person at all. He came down to the very end of the hall. With the wave of his hand the door to his right opened. Beyond the now open way, there was a small apartment. A bed was made, and everything was in order, but it was dark. Clearly no one was occupying it, and he stepped inside. He made his way inside, and the door closed behind him. Without moving his hands this time, the shutters on he window closed, to engulf him in total darkness. Only small bits of light from the bright city outside shined through. He crossed over the carpet and into a small washroom at the other end. A light flickered on the moment he entered.
On the wall there was a mirror, and he saw himself. The old man he had become, Varrin Torik, was looking right back at him. He looked only a moment then looked at bathtub which was just before him. He activated it, and it proceeded to fill itself with warm water. It took only a moment to be completely filled and Varrin removed his ragged wrappings. He got down into the tub and just sat. For quite a while he sat just in thought. He cleaned himself, and stood up removing himself. Draining it, and refilling it, he then placed his robes in the tub of water, keeping his belt and his necklace on as he did. He scrubbed several days of filth from the underbelly of the city off of them, and brought it back to a relatively pristine condition. Utilizing an auto-dryer, he finished his process, and placed his clothing back upon his body.
With a final look over his shoulder at himself in the mirror, he moved out of the washroom, the out of the apartment. He proceeded through the hall, and down the stairs once again. As he did, the Weequay was once again seated at the counter looking down at the hologram of the fight. It was as though nothing had happened. He looked up only to glance at an old robed man coming down the stairs. He didn’t recognize him, but he said nothing as the man placed a keycard on the counter. He must have been a temporary tenant, though the Weequay thought it was strange that he didn’t remember him. But he knew full well that he never let anyone up without paying first, so he didn’t question it. And as the old man made his way back towards the door, the man with the magazine returned. A chill ran down the mans spine as he saw the old robed figure approaching him. He moved out of his way, and the old man in the dark robes didn’t seem to notice him at all. He just stepped outside of the motel, and out into the city streets of Nar Shadda.
