Post by xlepermessiahxx on Mar 30, 2014 22:41:25 GMT -5
Name: Lord Reavis
Race: Human
Age: 34
Height: 6’1”
Weight: 200
Appearance:
Personality:
Birth place: Coruscant
Faction: Sith
Rank: Sith Knight (Assassin)
Previous Faction: Dark Jedi
Previous Rank: Knight
Lightsaber:
Color: violet
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho: 5
Makashi: 5
Djem So: 5
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 1 - 10
Telepathic: 1 - 10
Body: 1 - 10
Sense: 1 – 10
Protection: 1 - 10
Healing: 1 – 10
Destruction: 1 – 10
Specialized Skills:
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 8
Speed: 6
Leadership: 7
Unarmed: 1
Melee Weapons: 1
Ranged Weapons: 1
Bio:
Daxar Krin was born the bastard child of Shae Krin and Drex Pol in a spice den, deep within the criminal underbelly of Coruscant. The infant Daxar’s first cries of life, were gone marginally unnoticed, drowned out by the hallucinogenic mist wafting throughout the cramped and filthy room where he was born. His mother, Shae, and his father, Drax, cared more about getting their next fix than actually getting to a hospital to ensure their child was healthy, and because of this, there was no medical record of Dax’s birth, and no blood test to discover his Force sensitivity.
Shae and Drex were constantly in search of money, Drex to much of an imbecile to do much other than participate in petty thievery, could hardly provide for their addiction, let alone a child. So it wasn’t long before they found a way to temporarily get rid of their addiction problem, while permanently ridding themselves of their other problem, Dax. Drex, thinking only of the moment, decided to sell his and Shae’s child into the service of a Hutt named Boula for a mere 30 credits. Dax would spend the next 6 years of his life in torment as a result of his parents’ greed.
Dax spent the earliest years of his childhood, learning the “art” of servitude under a Hutt. Boula cared little for his slaves, he viewed them as replaceable commodities, and as such, they were generally left to fend for themselves. Dax spent his days under constant mockery and derision, finding little camaraderie in the other slaves, as that led to punishment. He learned the pains of starvation, humiliation and fear from a young age, and learned quickly not to trust others for help.
Nothing slipped by the watchful eye of the slave master Zana. She drove each slave to their limit every day. Food was kept to a minimal ration, and on top of this, the slaves were denied any form of interaction with each other. If any slave was found to be conversing with another, unless instructed to do so, they were beaten. Reward was even promised to the slaves who ratted each other out, ensuring that there was little trust, and little reason to disobey Zana’s commands.
Because of Dax’s social deprivation, he spent each day in fear of all those around him. He longed for companionship, for someone to care for him. He was spit on, kicked and beaten almost daily. He would ultimately be doomed to this hell for 6 years.
When Dax was 6, something happened that would forever alter the course of his life. It wasn’t unlike any other day, Dax was in the court of Boula wiping down tables and bringing food and drink to whatever scumbag requested it. On most days, the court was filled with familiar faces, Boula generally only let those he trusted or deemed unthreatening into his personal court. However, this time Dax noticed two figures he had never seen before. Two Human males, both wearing dark brown cloaks. The eldest, was a kindly looking Zabrak with long black hair, while the other was a young boy with short brown hair with a thin braid knotted into the back.
Dax, knowing his job, decided to approach the two newcomers.
“Hello sirs,” Dax said in his small voice, making sure not to make eye contact. Zana, the slave master forbade the slaves from making eye contact with anyone, she said that slaves were not to think themselves equal to free men. “Can I get you something?”
The Zabrak male looked down at Dax, with a smile on his face, and gently responded “Why do you look at your feet child? You don’t need to worry, you’ll find that myself and my friend here are much kinder than those to whom you’re accustomed. My name is Rowan, this is Micah. What is your name little one?”
“My name is Dax sir, can I get you something?” Dax replied hurriedly, fearing that Zana would notice him lingering.
Rowan raised an eyebrow at Dax, who still had refused to meet his gaze. When he and his padawan had first entered the building, they had sensed a strong presence of the force, though Rowan didn’t expect to find it coming from a small child, let alone a servant. He wondered why the boy had not been taken to the Jedi Temple at birth. “Where are your parents Dax?”
Dax was growing nervous, he glanced around hoping that Zana hadn’t noticed how unusually long he had been at the table. He couldn’t see her anywhere, which was usually a bad sign. “I.. um..” before he could reply to Rowan, he felt a firm hand on his shoulder. He looked up at Zana, who was now towering over him staring at the Jedi with one hand resting on Dax’s shoulder and the other resting on the blaster on her hip.
“Is there a problem?” she hissed from her red lips, glancing between Dax and the two Jedi. Dax squirmed a bit underneath her grasp, knowing when this was over he would surely get a beating.
“I was simply wondering where the boy’s parents were, child labour is actually illegal you know.” Rowan replied with a smirk as he rose from his chair, pushing his cloak aside to reveal the lightsaber at his hip.
Zana sneered at the sight of the weapon, “ I assure you what we are doing here is legal Jedi” she spit out the title as if it were poison.
“Oh really, then where are the child’s parents? What is he doing serving these people?”
Zana, knowing that the Jedi already had the proof they needed, threw Dax to the ground and drew her blaster, but before she could fire a shot Rowan had ignited his saber and cut the blaster in two. He glanced around the room, the music had died down and all eyes were now on the Jedi, including those of Boula the Hutt. Dax watched in both awe and horror as Boula pointed angrily at the Jedi and several thugs rose from the crowd, drawing their weapons. He thought that they would be killed for sure, but to his surprise, as Boula’s men began to fire, the Jedi began to swing their blades with precision and grace, deflecting the blaster bolts and cutting through the thugs with ease. It was over in minutes, what little of Boula’s cronies remained had surrendered and the Jedi were now standing before Boula himself.
Rowan announced to the Hutt, that he had been under surveillance for some time, they had been dispatched by the Jedi temple to arrest him for the trafficking of drugs and slaves. The next few hours of Dax’s life were spent in confusion as he and the other child slaves were all taken to care centers in the upper levels. He was fed, bathed, clothed, but most of all scared. He hated living under Zana’s watchful eye, but at the same time, it was all he knew. He had no idea what to expect moving forward. It was towards the end of the day, that a nurse informed him that he had a visitor. Dax was confused, he had no friends or family, so he was uncertain as to who it could be. He began to panic, what if it was Zana? what if she had somehow escaped from the Jedi and come to reclaim him?! to his surprise, as he sat in bed, it was the Jedi Rowan who walked through his door, offering him the same kind smile he had before. Rowan knelt down in front Dax, looking up at the small boy.
“Hello Dax, how are you feeling?”
Dax spoke very rarely, in his experience, it was a good way to get hit. His sense of affection for his savior however, compelled him to speak. “Thank you Master Jedi!” Dax blurted out as he wrapped his arms around the Zabrak’s neck. Rowan let out a small laugh and patted Dax on his back.
“Dax, earlier today when we first met, I sensed something within you. I sensed the presence of the force, do you know what the Force is Dax?”
“It’s what gives a Jedi his powers right? You mean you sensed that in me Master Jedi?”
“Yes I did Dax, the Force is not only what gives a Jedi his power. The Force is the life energy of the universe, it surrounds us, it penetrates us, it binds all life forms together. I found you today because the force willed it, you have the potential to become a Jedi yourself young one, if you wish to do so.” Dax was overwhelmed, hours earlier he was a slave, with no hope at a future, and now he was being told that he could train to become a Jedi. He was both excited and scared at the same time.
“Really? you mean you could teach me to become a Jedi Master Rowan?”
“Well, not me specifically young one, you see I already have a padawan, a student of my own. I have been sent here to take you to the Jedi temple where you will train with other young children like yourself, and then one day, a Jedi like myself will take you as their student.”
It took Dax some time to adapt to the freedom of the temple. While the life of a Jedi youngling was fairly restricted, it offered far more freedom than Dax was accustomed to. He had never had free time before, at least not much to actually relax. At first, he didn’t interact with the other younglings much, not sure what to expect from them. After a few weeks, he was beginning to feel more comfortable, but he would feel out of place for much of his time at the Temple. He would often wake up thinking he was still enslaved, no matter what he did, the fear of Zana, his tormentor, remained with him.
He was fairly jealous of many of the other younglings, who seemed very naive and carefree. Most of them had lived their whole lives in the temple, they knew nothing of pain or the hardships of life in the real world. He felt like he was far behind the other younglings who had already learned much of the basics of the force, where it was all new to him.
Though Dax was one of the newest younglings in his clan, he had little trouble grasping his lessons, and his days were occupied with his studies. He showed an aptitude and hunger for learning that his Jedi instructors were quick to notice. Because he was so deprived from a young age, Dax craved every bit of knowledge he came across. He would take every opportunity to learn something new, often spending his time in the library, reading or meditating on the day’s lessons. He found solace from his night terrors in his training, and as time went on, he eventually began to open up to a few of the other younglings.
Dax was hard pressed to keep his history as a slave quiet. Not only for the fact that to become a Jedi, he was supposed to leave his old life behind, but he was afraid of what the other younglings would think of him. He hated feeling pitied, it made him feel weak, and when he felt weak, the night terrors only got worse. It wasn’t until Dax met Kara, another youngling in his clan, that he began to truly feel at home in the Temple. Kara and Dax were both late arrivals to the Jedi Temple, and as such, they felt linked in a way. For both of them, they spent the first few months at the temple studying alone, and they would often notice one another. It took time, but eventually, Dax decided to introduce himself and offered to study together. After that initial contact, they became nearly inseparable.
When they weren’t studying or training, the two of them found that they could simply talk. They could talk to eachother like they could with no one else. They talked about their years before the Jedi. their fears, their anger, everything. Kara, like Dax, had had a less than perfect upbringing. She was ‘raised’ by a pair of glitterstim addicts, her father abused her severely. She told Dax that the only reason she was discovered by the temple was that her father had almost beat her to death. Her injuries resulted in her being in a hospital, where the results of a blood test showed a high midichlorian count, saving her life.
As the years passed, Dax and Kara grew closer and closer. Their skills with the force, and with their lightsabers grew with them. Through their time in the temple, the two would remain outcasts. It wasn’t that others shunned them, they simply didn’t care much to form other friendships, all they needed was each other. She seemed to be the only one who got his particular brand of humor, sarcasm with a bite. While they talked about serious things often, it was only with each other that they really relaxed and let go of their fears.
Dax excelled in lightsaber combat. He focused much of his time in honing his skill and mentality to become a better swordsman. In fact, by the time he was 10, if he wasn’t with Kara, he could be found training with a lightsaber instructor or even on his own. Lightsaber training was everything to him at this stage of his life. It helped him focus, each form, each stance, every fight cleared his mind and helped him forget his fears. He didn’t shirk his force abilities either, however he did focus on them slightly less. Kara, was the exact opposite, and she was often the one who got him to practice his force abilities when often he wanted to procrastinate.
By the time Dax and Kara were 13, they talked about little else than what they were going to do with their lives. They would talk about becoming padawans, and then knights. Sometimes they even wondered what would happen if they left the Jedi all together. A prospect that intrigued the both of them more and more the older they got. This became especially true when they both began to realize they had feelings for one another, feelings forbidden by the Jedi. Neither of them understood it at the time, they were simply too young, and neither of them openly expressed their feelings for each other.
They feared that they would lose contact when the first of them was accepted as a Padawan. Dax promised that he would never let that happen, even if his Master forbade it. Deep down, both of them knew it would be easier said than done. Many of the instructors knew how close the two had grown, and as they had grown older, they had done everything in their power to separate the two, though it never lasted long.
Kara was the first to be accepted. Dax was happy for her, and sad at the same time. Kara being accepted as a Padawan, brought on a new chapter of his life, one where he felt alone all over again. A chapter full of just as much confusion as when he had first joined the Jedi
It had been a few months since Kara had left with her Master, and Dax was beginning to worry that he wouldn’t find a master of his own. He did everything he could to impress the masters, he was highly proficient with his lightsaber, the best in his clan according to his instructors. He didn’t lack in force ability either, but none seemed to take an interest in him.
It wasn’t until the second month after Kara’s leaving that Dax was finally accepted. He was instructed by his Clan Master, that his presence had been requested by a Jedi in the gardens. Dax, hoping that his time had finally come, excitedly ran off to meet whomever this Jedi may have been. To his surprise, waiting at the Garden doors, was none other than his liberator. Master Rowan, leaning against the wall with his trademark look of ease and kindness plastered to his face. The two greeted as old friends, and when Dax inquired as to why Master Rowan had called for him, his hopes were fulfilled. Master Rowan had informed him, that upon the completion of his previous padawan’s training, he had requested to take Dax on as a second.
Before meeting Rowan at the gardens, Dax had been nervous that he would get a stern Jedi Master, who would bore him to death with his lessons. But now, he was overjoyed. Master Rowan had stopped by to check on Dax every few months, and each time Rowan had made sure to help Dax in any way possible. Dax looked forward to the training he would receive from Master Rowan.
Rowan was an interesting Jedi. He was very persuasive and calm at all times, yet he was likewise never afraid to fight, he was both an excellent diplomat as well as a warrior. Some of their earliest missions together were of the diplomatic sort, and because of this, Dax’s earliest lessons were in the subtle art of rhetoric. Rowan believed that to be a person of any significance, warranted an ability to influence others through speech. This was something he did his best to instill into Dax from the moment he became his Padawan.
Rowan’s early lessons focused on the arts of persuasion and speech. Jedi were leaders, keepers of the peace, and if one was to fulfill this role, they needed to be able to inspire loyalty. Dax still being young at the time, did his best to grasp these concepts, but always in the back of his mind was the fear of attachment and dependency. Dax’s time as a slave, though the shortest period of his life, had scarred him. He still had trouble trusting people, and his master sensed this fear within him. Dax’s thoughts often found their way back to the torment of Zana, and the pain he had felt, and on the other hand, it often led him to Kara, the only person who ever truly made him feel as if he mattered.
Aside from the lessons in rhetoric and philosophy, Rowan put a heavy focus on honing Dax’s martial abilities. Rowan’s philosophical ideals translated directly into his swordplay. Like Rowan’s emphasis on eloquence with speech, he likewise employed the finesse in swordplay offered by the Makashi style. Dax’s days were spent divided between his philosophical teachings and martial training. Rowan ensured that Dax’s exercises focused greatly on cardio fitness, to build up speed and endurance.
My heart dwells in darkness
My body imprisons me
RP Sample:
Race: Human
Age: 34
Height: 6’1”
Weight: 200
Appearance:
Personality:
Birth place: Coruscant
Faction: Sith
Rank: Sith Knight (Assassin)
Previous Faction: Dark Jedi
Previous Rank: Knight
Lightsaber:
Color: violet
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho: 5
Makashi: 5
Djem So: 5
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 1 - 10
Telepathic: 1 - 10
Body: 1 - 10
Sense: 1 – 10
Protection: 1 - 10
Healing: 1 – 10
Destruction: 1 – 10
Specialized Skills:
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 8
Speed: 6
Leadership: 7
Unarmed: 1
Melee Weapons: 1
Ranged Weapons: 1
Bio:
-1-
Simple Survival
Daxar Krin was born the bastard child of Shae Krin and Drex Pol in a spice den, deep within the criminal underbelly of Coruscant. The infant Daxar’s first cries of life, were gone marginally unnoticed, drowned out by the hallucinogenic mist wafting throughout the cramped and filthy room where he was born. His mother, Shae, and his father, Drax, cared more about getting their next fix than actually getting to a hospital to ensure their child was healthy, and because of this, there was no medical record of Dax’s birth, and no blood test to discover his Force sensitivity.
Shae and Drex were constantly in search of money, Drex to much of an imbecile to do much other than participate in petty thievery, could hardly provide for their addiction, let alone a child. So it wasn’t long before they found a way to temporarily get rid of their addiction problem, while permanently ridding themselves of their other problem, Dax. Drex, thinking only of the moment, decided to sell his and Shae’s child into the service of a Hutt named Boula for a mere 30 credits. Dax would spend the next 6 years of his life in torment as a result of his parents’ greed.
Dax spent the earliest years of his childhood, learning the “art” of servitude under a Hutt. Boula cared little for his slaves, he viewed them as replaceable commodities, and as such, they were generally left to fend for themselves. Dax spent his days under constant mockery and derision, finding little camaraderie in the other slaves, as that led to punishment. He learned the pains of starvation, humiliation and fear from a young age, and learned quickly not to trust others for help.
Nothing slipped by the watchful eye of the slave master Zana. She drove each slave to their limit every day. Food was kept to a minimal ration, and on top of this, the slaves were denied any form of interaction with each other. If any slave was found to be conversing with another, unless instructed to do so, they were beaten. Reward was even promised to the slaves who ratted each other out, ensuring that there was little trust, and little reason to disobey Zana’s commands.
Because of Dax’s social deprivation, he spent each day in fear of all those around him. He longed for companionship, for someone to care for him. He was spit on, kicked and beaten almost daily. He would ultimately be doomed to this hell for 6 years.
When Dax was 6, something happened that would forever alter the course of his life. It wasn’t unlike any other day, Dax was in the court of Boula wiping down tables and bringing food and drink to whatever scumbag requested it. On most days, the court was filled with familiar faces, Boula generally only let those he trusted or deemed unthreatening into his personal court. However, this time Dax noticed two figures he had never seen before. Two Human males, both wearing dark brown cloaks. The eldest, was a kindly looking Zabrak with long black hair, while the other was a young boy with short brown hair with a thin braid knotted into the back.
Dax, knowing his job, decided to approach the two newcomers.
“Hello sirs,” Dax said in his small voice, making sure not to make eye contact. Zana, the slave master forbade the slaves from making eye contact with anyone, she said that slaves were not to think themselves equal to free men. “Can I get you something?”
The Zabrak male looked down at Dax, with a smile on his face, and gently responded “Why do you look at your feet child? You don’t need to worry, you’ll find that myself and my friend here are much kinder than those to whom you’re accustomed. My name is Rowan, this is Micah. What is your name little one?”
“My name is Dax sir, can I get you something?” Dax replied hurriedly, fearing that Zana would notice him lingering.
Rowan raised an eyebrow at Dax, who still had refused to meet his gaze. When he and his padawan had first entered the building, they had sensed a strong presence of the force, though Rowan didn’t expect to find it coming from a small child, let alone a servant. He wondered why the boy had not been taken to the Jedi Temple at birth. “Where are your parents Dax?”
Dax was growing nervous, he glanced around hoping that Zana hadn’t noticed how unusually long he had been at the table. He couldn’t see her anywhere, which was usually a bad sign. “I.. um..” before he could reply to Rowan, he felt a firm hand on his shoulder. He looked up at Zana, who was now towering over him staring at the Jedi with one hand resting on Dax’s shoulder and the other resting on the blaster on her hip.
“Is there a problem?” she hissed from her red lips, glancing between Dax and the two Jedi. Dax squirmed a bit underneath her grasp, knowing when this was over he would surely get a beating.
“I was simply wondering where the boy’s parents were, child labour is actually illegal you know.” Rowan replied with a smirk as he rose from his chair, pushing his cloak aside to reveal the lightsaber at his hip.
Zana sneered at the sight of the weapon, “ I assure you what we are doing here is legal Jedi” she spit out the title as if it were poison.
“Oh really, then where are the child’s parents? What is he doing serving these people?”
Zana, knowing that the Jedi already had the proof they needed, threw Dax to the ground and drew her blaster, but before she could fire a shot Rowan had ignited his saber and cut the blaster in two. He glanced around the room, the music had died down and all eyes were now on the Jedi, including those of Boula the Hutt. Dax watched in both awe and horror as Boula pointed angrily at the Jedi and several thugs rose from the crowd, drawing their weapons. He thought that they would be killed for sure, but to his surprise, as Boula’s men began to fire, the Jedi began to swing their blades with precision and grace, deflecting the blaster bolts and cutting through the thugs with ease. It was over in minutes, what little of Boula’s cronies remained had surrendered and the Jedi were now standing before Boula himself.
Rowan announced to the Hutt, that he had been under surveillance for some time, they had been dispatched by the Jedi temple to arrest him for the trafficking of drugs and slaves. The next few hours of Dax’s life were spent in confusion as he and the other child slaves were all taken to care centers in the upper levels. He was fed, bathed, clothed, but most of all scared. He hated living under Zana’s watchful eye, but at the same time, it was all he knew. He had no idea what to expect moving forward. It was towards the end of the day, that a nurse informed him that he had a visitor. Dax was confused, he had no friends or family, so he was uncertain as to who it could be. He began to panic, what if it was Zana? what if she had somehow escaped from the Jedi and come to reclaim him?! to his surprise, as he sat in bed, it was the Jedi Rowan who walked through his door, offering him the same kind smile he had before. Rowan knelt down in front Dax, looking up at the small boy.
“Hello Dax, how are you feeling?”
Dax spoke very rarely, in his experience, it was a good way to get hit. His sense of affection for his savior however, compelled him to speak. “Thank you Master Jedi!” Dax blurted out as he wrapped his arms around the Zabrak’s neck. Rowan let out a small laugh and patted Dax on his back.
“Dax, earlier today when we first met, I sensed something within you. I sensed the presence of the force, do you know what the Force is Dax?”
“It’s what gives a Jedi his powers right? You mean you sensed that in me Master Jedi?”
“Yes I did Dax, the Force is not only what gives a Jedi his power. The Force is the life energy of the universe, it surrounds us, it penetrates us, it binds all life forms together. I found you today because the force willed it, you have the potential to become a Jedi yourself young one, if you wish to do so.” Dax was overwhelmed, hours earlier he was a slave, with no hope at a future, and now he was being told that he could train to become a Jedi. He was both excited and scared at the same time.
“Really? you mean you could teach me to become a Jedi Master Rowan?”
“Well, not me specifically young one, you see I already have a padawan, a student of my own. I have been sent here to take you to the Jedi temple where you will train with other young children like yourself, and then one day, a Jedi like myself will take you as their student.”
-2-
Youngling
It took Dax some time to adapt to the freedom of the temple. While the life of a Jedi youngling was fairly restricted, it offered far more freedom than Dax was accustomed to. He had never had free time before, at least not much to actually relax. At first, he didn’t interact with the other younglings much, not sure what to expect from them. After a few weeks, he was beginning to feel more comfortable, but he would feel out of place for much of his time at the Temple. He would often wake up thinking he was still enslaved, no matter what he did, the fear of Zana, his tormentor, remained with him.
He was fairly jealous of many of the other younglings, who seemed very naive and carefree. Most of them had lived their whole lives in the temple, they knew nothing of pain or the hardships of life in the real world. He felt like he was far behind the other younglings who had already learned much of the basics of the force, where it was all new to him.
Though Dax was one of the newest younglings in his clan, he had little trouble grasping his lessons, and his days were occupied with his studies. He showed an aptitude and hunger for learning that his Jedi instructors were quick to notice. Because he was so deprived from a young age, Dax craved every bit of knowledge he came across. He would take every opportunity to learn something new, often spending his time in the library, reading or meditating on the day’s lessons. He found solace from his night terrors in his training, and as time went on, he eventually began to open up to a few of the other younglings.
Dax was hard pressed to keep his history as a slave quiet. Not only for the fact that to become a Jedi, he was supposed to leave his old life behind, but he was afraid of what the other younglings would think of him. He hated feeling pitied, it made him feel weak, and when he felt weak, the night terrors only got worse. It wasn’t until Dax met Kara, another youngling in his clan, that he began to truly feel at home in the Temple. Kara and Dax were both late arrivals to the Jedi Temple, and as such, they felt linked in a way. For both of them, they spent the first few months at the temple studying alone, and they would often notice one another. It took time, but eventually, Dax decided to introduce himself and offered to study together. After that initial contact, they became nearly inseparable.
When they weren’t studying or training, the two of them found that they could simply talk. They could talk to eachother like they could with no one else. They talked about their years before the Jedi. their fears, their anger, everything. Kara, like Dax, had had a less than perfect upbringing. She was ‘raised’ by a pair of glitterstim addicts, her father abused her severely. She told Dax that the only reason she was discovered by the temple was that her father had almost beat her to death. Her injuries resulted in her being in a hospital, where the results of a blood test showed a high midichlorian count, saving her life.
As the years passed, Dax and Kara grew closer and closer. Their skills with the force, and with their lightsabers grew with them. Through their time in the temple, the two would remain outcasts. It wasn’t that others shunned them, they simply didn’t care much to form other friendships, all they needed was each other. She seemed to be the only one who got his particular brand of humor, sarcasm with a bite. While they talked about serious things often, it was only with each other that they really relaxed and let go of their fears.
Dax excelled in lightsaber combat. He focused much of his time in honing his skill and mentality to become a better swordsman. In fact, by the time he was 10, if he wasn’t with Kara, he could be found training with a lightsaber instructor or even on his own. Lightsaber training was everything to him at this stage of his life. It helped him focus, each form, each stance, every fight cleared his mind and helped him forget his fears. He didn’t shirk his force abilities either, however he did focus on them slightly less. Kara, was the exact opposite, and she was often the one who got him to practice his force abilities when often he wanted to procrastinate.
By the time Dax and Kara were 13, they talked about little else than what they were going to do with their lives. They would talk about becoming padawans, and then knights. Sometimes they even wondered what would happen if they left the Jedi all together. A prospect that intrigued the both of them more and more the older they got. This became especially true when they both began to realize they had feelings for one another, feelings forbidden by the Jedi. Neither of them understood it at the time, they were simply too young, and neither of them openly expressed their feelings for each other.
They feared that they would lose contact when the first of them was accepted as a Padawan. Dax promised that he would never let that happen, even if his Master forbade it. Deep down, both of them knew it would be easier said than done. Many of the instructors knew how close the two had grown, and as they had grown older, they had done everything in their power to separate the two, though it never lasted long.
Kara was the first to be accepted. Dax was happy for her, and sad at the same time. Kara being accepted as a Padawan, brought on a new chapter of his life, one where he felt alone all over again. A chapter full of just as much confusion as when he had first joined the Jedi
-3-
Padawan
It had been a few months since Kara had left with her Master, and Dax was beginning to worry that he wouldn’t find a master of his own. He did everything he could to impress the masters, he was highly proficient with his lightsaber, the best in his clan according to his instructors. He didn’t lack in force ability either, but none seemed to take an interest in him.
It wasn’t until the second month after Kara’s leaving that Dax was finally accepted. He was instructed by his Clan Master, that his presence had been requested by a Jedi in the gardens. Dax, hoping that his time had finally come, excitedly ran off to meet whomever this Jedi may have been. To his surprise, waiting at the Garden doors, was none other than his liberator. Master Rowan, leaning against the wall with his trademark look of ease and kindness plastered to his face. The two greeted as old friends, and when Dax inquired as to why Master Rowan had called for him, his hopes were fulfilled. Master Rowan had informed him, that upon the completion of his previous padawan’s training, he had requested to take Dax on as a second.
Before meeting Rowan at the gardens, Dax had been nervous that he would get a stern Jedi Master, who would bore him to death with his lessons. But now, he was overjoyed. Master Rowan had stopped by to check on Dax every few months, and each time Rowan had made sure to help Dax in any way possible. Dax looked forward to the training he would receive from Master Rowan.
Rowan was an interesting Jedi. He was very persuasive and calm at all times, yet he was likewise never afraid to fight, he was both an excellent diplomat as well as a warrior. Some of their earliest missions together were of the diplomatic sort, and because of this, Dax’s earliest lessons were in the subtle art of rhetoric. Rowan believed that to be a person of any significance, warranted an ability to influence others through speech. This was something he did his best to instill into Dax from the moment he became his Padawan.
Rowan’s early lessons focused on the arts of persuasion and speech. Jedi were leaders, keepers of the peace, and if one was to fulfill this role, they needed to be able to inspire loyalty. Dax still being young at the time, did his best to grasp these concepts, but always in the back of his mind was the fear of attachment and dependency. Dax’s time as a slave, though the shortest period of his life, had scarred him. He still had trouble trusting people, and his master sensed this fear within him. Dax’s thoughts often found their way back to the torment of Zana, and the pain he had felt, and on the other hand, it often led him to Kara, the only person who ever truly made him feel as if he mattered.
Aside from the lessons in rhetoric and philosophy, Rowan put a heavy focus on honing Dax’s martial abilities. Rowan’s philosophical ideals translated directly into his swordplay. Like Rowan’s emphasis on eloquence with speech, he likewise employed the finesse in swordplay offered by the Makashi style. Dax’s days were spent divided between his philosophical teachings and martial training. Rowan ensured that Dax’s exercises focused greatly on cardio fitness, to build up speed and endurance.
My heart dwells in darkness
My body imprisons me
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