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Post by NitroGatsby on Dec 23, 2015 23:05:37 GMT -5
Name: Rennek Baelos
Race: Human
Age: 24
Birthplace: Corellia
Allegiance: Sith Order
Status: Sith Apprentice
Rank: Apprentice
Height/Weight: 6’1” / 185lbs.
Appearance: Never the imposing figure he imagined himself to be, the first thing noticed about Rennek is darkness. Even before his defection, their was always a darkness about him. On the surface level, he is fairly normal, truthfully. He has brown hair, that since defecting he has allowed to grow into a mess that hangs around his face, shadowing his features a bit. His face is long, but neither bulky or narrow. His jaw is square and his chin is more rounded than pointed. His skin is not dark but not pale, usually in a comfortably tanned area. His eyes however, those are the real kick. His eyes, like his twin brothers eyes, are a brilliant, off-putting shade of light green. What’s more, they have a quality about them: a quality that lets you know he could bore down into your soul and grab hold of that which you hold most dear if he should want to. And since his defection, he just might, as these eyes begin to become more shadow-lined and filled with hate and disdain. Since being seduced into the Order, Rennek has chosen more "Order-appropriate" garments. He wears black robes head to shin, with a black over cloak. His choice of robes becomes more unique when you realize that reaching from just above his buttocks in the back, crossing mid-back, laying comfortably loose over his shoulders and tucked in behind his belt, which is of the same color, are two dark gray leather straps. His feet are protected by boots of the same color. His menacing appearance is furthered by the presence of a mask that his new Master forces him to wear. Its flat black, with two small pipe-like features on either cheek. The mask reaches down onto his neck, and up to over his nose and just beneath his eye sockets. The mask wraps around under his ears and clasps in the back of his head. It lies flush enough to not impair his vision. It also gives his voice a slight amount of robotic modulation, though not much.
((This is what his head looks like except that Rennek's mask is all metals and leather. Also ignore the Winter Soldier apparel))
Personality: If there were a personification of a simultaneous Prince Complex, and a Victimization Complex, Rennek is it. Even as a child, it’s as if he knew, despite his being made unaware of his brothers existence, that he was the eldest son, the Prince of his family. He had the mentality, and still does, that he can do no wrong, and that the galaxy is his oyster. Which undoubtedly lead to his Victimization Complex. Nothing that ever happens in his life in his own fault, unless it’s something good, then he made it happen. If it is negative, he is the victim of someone else’s plots and malicious intentions. It’s for this reason he was forbade from taking the trials by his former master. That, and his increasing arrogance in his abilities. Now however, he has taken on a new stance, a new stigma in his mind. He no longer trusts the Jedi, and by extension the Republic. He “knows” they fear him, and they want to keep him subdued, and that simply won’t do anymore. In his own mind, his passion is his strength, his fury the key to unlocking it. The mindset of peace and harmony espoused by the Jedi Order wasn’t made for everyone, and he knows it now. Even as a child he was aggressive, passionate and emotional. He has very little that he fears, though the most notable fear is failure. And though he will never admit it, he fears the Jedi, owing to the fact that they more than likely want him dead. Despite his distrust of the Jedi, Rennek still has some lingering resentment of the Sith and the Dark Side, owing to his many years of indoctrination against them.
Ships/Vehicles: Scovus-class Transport
Equipment:Jedi Robes aside, his lightsaber and whatever supplies he found on the transport are all he has with him. So let’s explore this lightsaber, yeah?
He wields a medium length lightsaber composed of a dark metallic alloy, giving it a sleek, shiny, gunmetal gray hilt. It is just long enough to fit two hands, though it is designed primarily to be used as a single-handed weapon.
Inside the sheen of the dark gray hilt sits the focus crystal, which is nothing to write home about. The other crystal however, is where everything gets interesting. At first it would appear to be a run-of-the-mill Kyber crystal. However, during the construction process, something changed. It emits a blade that is closer to purple than blue, landing at a noticeable violet. (not ultra-violet to clarify.)
Stats:
Strength - Average
Agility – Above Average
Intelligence -Above Average
Charisma –Above Average
Force Stats:
Telekinetic-Adept
Telepathic- Expert
Body- Apprentice
Sense- Apprentice
Protection- Apprentice
Healing:– Unskilled
Destruction– Apprentice
Combat Training: Nothing specific.
Force Training: Nothing outside the basics
Other Training:
Piloting- Expert
Lightsaber Training:
Shii-Cho- Adept
Makashi- Untrained
Soresu- Novice
Ataru- Expert
Shien/Djem So- Untrained
>>Sub-form Backhanded- Untrained
Niman- Untrained
>>Sub-form Jar-kai-Untrained
Juyo- Untrained
Double Bladed Combat-Untrained
Biography:
Corellia is a more or less nice place. Not that Rennek would know. Born to Areta and Cal Baelos, Rennek was the first born of a set of twins. The boys came into the world seconds apart, but could not have been more different as time went on. Rennek came into the world screaming for his life, and his brother was silent as a monk. In fact, were it not for the observations of the medical droids in the room, the doctors feared his brother was a stillborn. The two were immediately subjected to the standard testing of a newborn in the Republic. Both were found to be force sensitive individuals which came as a shock to their non-sensitive parents. The Jedi came calling within weeks of the twins birth, working to convince the Baelos to surrender their children to be trained by the Order. It took more time than it should have, but just after the boys’ fourth birthday, Areta and Cal gave their consent to have the boys trained. The brief images of that day are the only memories Rennek, called Ren by those closest to him, has of his family, though the Jedi worked hard to expunge his brother from his memory.
The two were separated and sent to train and near opposite ends of the galaxy. Rennek arrived on Mustafar and was immediately given the hair cut and thrown into the newest class of younglings. Upon entering the Academy it became more apparent to the Masters and Instructors at the Mustafar temple that Rennek was a bit on the emotional side. He spend days crying over the loss of his family before eventually being consoled and calmed down by one of the Instructors. Once he was calm enough, he was rolled into classes, beginning with the indoctrination program of the Order. Rennek was very quickly acclaimed by the Jedi at the temple for his ability to absorb and regurgitate knowledge and information he had been exposed to. He was one of the first in his class to learn to read. His weakest area was math and science, as he saw little to no true reason to learn these subjects, despite how much they would be emphasized by the instructors.
He excelled, it would turn out, in the saber techniques they were being taught. He became very good, very quickly at the remote, parrying simulation bolts with little to no effort. He quickly began to be the object of envy for several of the struggling members of his class. However prominent and promising his skill with a saber was, it was his attunement to the force that truly impressed, and even concerned his instructors.
At age 8, he was undergoing some basic instruction on the telekinetic aspects of the force, when Rennek saw it as amusing to try and turn the projector on and off. He succeeded once before the Instructor, a highly respected Consular and very quickly noticed and stopped Rennek, who still had to extend his hand and focus intently on what he was doing. His classmates were amused; his teachers were not. He was pulled into the teacher’s chambers and chastised for his actions. He was told he may end up in the Corps if he kept that behavior up, which he was also told would ‘ be a terrible waste of such a promising young Jedi.” To this day, Rennek is insistent that the instructor was just being sensitive because it made her look foolish.
His telepathy developed early as well, though his ability to manipulate it would not emerge for quite some time. His most impressed memory came one day, when the instructors were teaching on the origins of the Order. Rennek sat next to a young Twi’lek boy. The two had rarely spoken, but they sat next to each other in almost every class. As the teacher droned on, Rennek very audibly heard the boy start to whine, complaining of his need to use a restroom. The whining continued for nearly ten minutes, growing increasingly louder until 10 year old Rennek could not stand it any more. He stood and shouted at the boy to go if he needed to go so bad. His classmates looked mortified as Rennek exploded, the first true sign of anger shown by the young human. The teacher excused the class and sat Rennek down. It took some time, but eventually the instructor came to the realization that Rennek had not been imagining the voice, and that Rennek had in fact been hearing the boy’s projected thoughts. Rennek wasn’t sent into an additional class on the conquering of emotion, and containing them. Rennek took the class begrudgingly, insisting that he had a cap on his emotions, and that the Twi’lek was just being overly annoying.
At age 11, Rennek was selected to go the path of the Jedi Knight, a surprise to many as he was not the most controlled individual. The reasoning of his Master, Jedi Knight Atokan Kaash -a Togrutan male-, was that he may be more dangerous if not allowed to train further in his mastery of the force. He explained that despite the boys early exposure to the Jedi Order and their ways, if he was denied his aspiration of becoming a Jedi Knight, he may well desert and would almost certainly fall into the hands of the Dark Side (spoiler alert!).
His apprenticeship was very much so an ordinary Apprenticeship for the majority of it. He was given a training saber by Atokan, who was a part of a lineage of Jedi who would construct the lightsaber later in their life, so that they could be more developed in their abilities, thus making the saber more attuned to who they were, as opposed to who they would become. But before then, he had begun down the path of a Sentinel. The Force seemed to radiate from him, his master would note many times. His kinetic skills seemed on par, if not slightly ahead of most the Padawans his age. It was his telepathic skill and ability that really made him a stand out, even to the council in Coruscant. He seemed to grasped the ability to manipulate thought, and impose his will on beings rather easily. He even “mastered” the rarer ability to see into someone’s thoughts, not simply intuit their feelings, though this also seemed easy to the young Rennek. It was around the ago of 17 when the nightmares would start however. He would see visions of himself –they were actually his brother, though he had all but forgotten his brothers existence- struggling to grasp force concepts, and in places he didn’t recognize. More than once he dreamt himself into conflicts with armed assailants, only to awaken unharmed and in his chambers. His master simply told him to not focus on these, and instead to keep his mind in the present, and the things in his tangible life.
He was naturally gifted it seemed in the combative arts, both with his lightsaber and with his hands. He absorbed the styles of Shi-Cho and Soresu with little struggle, though there are parts that challenge everyone. When he turned 15, his Master decided to begin teaching him the Ataru style, which melded well with Ren’s habit for often wanting to move faster and more ferociously than the other styles allowed for. It was only once he had spent almost four years of his life learning Ataru, that it was time to construct his own saber. Ren carried the training saber until he was 19, when he was sent to Ilum, under the supervision of his Master, to retrieve a crystal to be used in his own saber. The one outstanding memory that Ren carried from Ilum was the frigid temperatures on the surface, and the surprising heat of the cavern into which the Force drew him. He spent many hours meditating before being drawn into a more remote cavern, that spiraled down and down, into almost complete darkness. He found the crystal wedged into the walls of the cavern, a light blue hue to it. He emerged and upon returning to Mustafar, began constructing his saber.
Ren drew into seclusion for nearly a month while he meditated over the design and elements of his saber. Once he had settled on the metals and design of the saber, he pulled the crystal from the container in which he had kept it. This is where the majority of his time over than month was spent. He spent hours upon hours upon days meditating on the crystal, tuning the gem to himself. He finally thought he was getting somewhere when it reared its head. His passion, his anger, his distrust and his fear. He could see in his mind himself, being engulfed in flame, but unharmed. The world around him was normal, but he was burning without pain, without being harmed. The faces of his master, and Padawans he considered friends swirled in front of him, then were engulfed in the fire, and became ask under his feet. Then everything faded in front of him. Darkness engulfed him. He was cold, sweaty and cold as his crystal materialized in front of him. It was larger than the actual crystal, blue in hue but nearly three times the size of Rennek. It began to spin and fluctuated between blue and red. Rennek was no fool, he knew what the red meant and it terrified him. He feared his passion. He feared his fear. He had been conditioned to get rid of these, but still they seethed under the surface. When he emerged from the meditation, drenched in sweat and breathing heavily, the crystal had dropped into his hand, burned hot and the hue changed. It had a soft violet glow in his palm. As he went to replace the crystal, with the intention of returning to the construction of his saber, he stood to find his master standing over him. His master explained that a lightsaber’s color doesn’t decide the fate of a Jedi; And that the visions he had were not something to focus on, but rather something to be aware of. He advised Ren that should he not work harder to rid himself of his passions and anger, then he may well find himself falling to the dark side.
That was the nature of their relationship it seemed. Atokan, being a Togrutan desired company and friendships, and often the pair would spend hours simply in each other’s company. They had a jovial give and take, but their dedications to each other was never in a question. Multiple times, during skirmishes the pair found themselves in either with the Mandolorians or simply on Outer Rim planets, Atokan would go out his way to preserve Ren, and as he got older, Ren would do the same. They became something of a legendary pair at the Mustafar Temple. Atokan was even the one who suggested that Ren get into piloting, something Ren took up and became very good at, rather quickly. Their relationship was great, better than most in the galaxy until Rennek became of age to take the trials.
As his 22nd birthday approached, Rennek began to anticipate being allowed to face the trials. In fact, he believed he was ready even before then, but Atokan would always find reason to prolong the apprenticeship. Rennek never questioned it, but surely now he was ready. But the day came and went, so did a month. Whenever Rennek would bring it up, Atokan would simply and rather abruptly explain that Rennek hadn’t taken control of his victim complex, or his self-perceived invincibility enough to face the trials without them destroying him. Rennek disagreed as time went on, eventually resulting in a verbal disagreement between the two, shortly after Ren’s 23rd birthday. Then the fall came. Weeks went by without Ren speaking to Atokan aside from necessary conversation to complete missions and the like. When Atokan, hailing from a socially dependent culture, went to Ren to try and fix things between them, the fight only escalated. In what would be a disastrous day, Atokan was struck down, and Rennek fled, fearing for his life, and grief stricken at his actions. He commandeered a transport ship and fled, last seen in the area of Dathomir.
Roleplay Sample: .
The moon rose large over the tree-laden horizon on Alderaan, as Ren sat meditating, facing out the balcony of his chambers in the palace. It had been weeks since he had last spoken freely with his master. His master, the malicious jealous fool. Surely he was afraid of Ren, and knew that Ren was more powerful than him. That must be the reason for his delaying Ren taking the trials. His head was swimming with thoughts of his master and the rejection Ren could feel, like daggers in his skin. Each no, each denial piercing like a shard of glass. Then he would see the fire, the same fir he had seen the days he spent constructing his lightsaber. It would rise and rise, until he was forced from his dreams. Then he would refocus, only to find himself back in that dark place again. The breeze was gentle rolling in off the lake, and it acted as calming agent for the young man who had spent most of his childhood on the lava-ridden Mustafar. He was calming, slipping into a truly meditative state. It was then that he heard the doors. Before the newcomer could speak, Rennek opened his mouth.
"What can I help you with, Master?” He said the words, like a calm hiss, cold and seething, the last word mirthful.
"Please, Ren,” Atokan began walking into the chambers. “I wish to speak with you. Actually speak with you.”
"Then speak,” Ren said as he stood from his knees, opening his eyes. His brilliantly green eyes flashed anger toward his master, who exhaled as though he had been punched
“You must understand,” Atokan spoke, walking to the railing of the balcony. “I am afraid for you, my young friend. These feelings that I feel in you: the resentment, the anger, and the fury. They can control you, and I’m afraid I’ve failed to teach you how to properly control them. Ren, if they were to consume you I-“
"They won’t!” Ren spat flinging the water cup from his hand. “ You’ve taught me everything I could learn! Why do you fear for me? Have they consumed me yet?”
"I fear they are,” Atokan spoke plainly to his pupil.
“No, Master,” Ren said, squaring up to his master. “You don’t fear that. You fear me. You fear that I may someday be more powerful than you.”
“You know that is not true, Rennek,” Atokan flared his nostrils a little as his chest puffed a bit. “I want for you to be more powerful than I am! I want you to reach heights I could not know! That is a master’s dream! To see his pupil succeed! Rennek-“
"Stop lying to me!” Rennek shouted. This was the first time he had ever raised his voice to the elder Jedi. “You know I can see you thoughts! You think I am some sort of weakling who would be seduced away to join the Dark Side! You ought to know by now Atokan that I am stronger than any of the Padawans on Mustafar! I may be the strongest Padawan in the Galaxy! Let me face-"
“Enough!” Atokan and swollen to his full height at this point. “ Stay out of my head Rennek. You don’t know what you see, and that is why I can’t let you face the trials yet. In good time my young apprentice. You must trust me.”
As Atokan turned to walk from the balcony, accepting that the conversation was going no where, he stopped short. And turned to face his apprentice.
“Stop,” he said flatly, the love gone now. The voice of a teacher, of a master now issuing from his orange lips. “I can feel what you are trying, Rennek. It won’t work.”
Rennek stood, his gaze fixated on Atokan. If the damn beast wouldn’t let him face the trials, Rennek would force him out of the way. Rennek strained his face red, trying hard to force his way in. Atokan proved a worthy opponent and after many minutes of struggle, Rennek relented. Almost immediately his demeanor changed. He hit his knees and began to plead.
“Master, I am sorry! Forgive me! I still need to learn so much from you!” He begged as he crawled toward the Togrutan.
Atokan looked down at his apprentice. He felt pity for the boy, but something had changed. A line had been crossed. In the struggle, he saw into his Padawan's mind and he knew what would come. He knew, because the visions that had been haunting Rennek, now haunted his own dreams. He sighed before stepping forward to pick Rennek up from the ground. He scooped under the humans arms, and pulled him up, standing face to face with him. He wiped a tear from the Padawan’s face before stepping back.
“Rennek, I am sorry too. I’m sorry I’ve failed you,” Atokan began to tear up as he stepped back even farther. “But I have seen your mind, my friend. I can no longer train you in the Jedi arts.”
“Wh-what are you saying?” Rennek began, fearing he knew the answer already. “Am I to be given another master?”
“No, my young friend,” Atokan stepped back another pace, his chest turned a little to the right, so as not to be square to Rennek. “ I am going to contact the Council, and recommend you be relieved of your duties as a Padawan, and be sent to the Corps. I am sorry I failed you so miserably.”
"You can’t! No!” Rennek screamed, not shouted, but screamed, like a child in pain. “You haven’t failed! Master Atokan! Please!!”
Atokan shook his head sorrowfully as he turned and to leave the balcony. And as his back came to view, it seemed to trigger Rennek once more. His fury stormed forth like a thundering herd. His fingers tingled and for the first time in a long time, he felt physically aware of the force around him. It burned like a coal deep in his chest. His hands began to burn before he burst out.
"You traitor! You would give up on me!? So easily!? I won’t let you!” He yelled, as he floated the saber hilt from his belt to his hand, raised slightly to the side of his body.
"Let me?” Atokan began, before he heard the ignition of the blade.
“My friend, don’t do this. There is much promise for you still. Don’t do this.”
It was too late. Rennek had jumped forward, swinging the blade downward at his former master. Atokan, swung his right side backward, under Ren, drawing his own saber, and casting aside his cloak. The teal of the blade clashed violently in the air as the pair swung and parried, with the apprentice doing most of the swinging. His form was off, but effective and drove his former master backward. Atokan soon found himself backed up against the railing of the balcony, still trying to fend off the majority of his attackers movement. After parrying the violet blade away, he jumped up onto the railing, then flipped forward over his apprentice. He held the blade inches above his apprentices shoulder, just inches from his neck.
"Enough,” Atokan spoke sternly.
“You wouldn’t,” Rennek said, turning to face his master, who flipped the blade to the other side of Ren’s neck. “ I see your mind, my master. You can’t.”
It was in this moment that Ren’s life would change forever. He swung his free hand up drawing his force abilities to push Atokan's own arm upward, which it did. Atokan, caught off guard, blinked wide, as his apprentice ignited his blade again. The upward swoop was swift, as was the downward. Both left Rennek standing alone on the balcony, looking down at the severed arm and diagonally sliced body of his former master. He had done the unthinkable. He had defeated the one person in his entire life that cared. He had destroyed his life, and it was his fault. It couldn’t be. It must be Atokan’s. It was. The old fool wouldn’t let him face his future. The Jedi were even more to blame. They were the ones that convinced Atokan that he wasn’t ready. They were the ones to blame. Hadn’t they been the ones that told Ren to master his passion, his fury? Wasn’t it that same fury that let him best his master? Surely they would know, they always know. And they would blame Ren for this. He was sure of it. He ran from the balcony as quickly as he could, making his way out to the nearest spaceport as quickly as his feet would take him.
Race: Human
Age: 24
Birthplace: Corellia
Allegiance: Sith Order
Status: Sith Apprentice
Rank: Apprentice
Height/Weight: 6’1” / 185lbs.
Appearance: Never the imposing figure he imagined himself to be, the first thing noticed about Rennek is darkness. Even before his defection, their was always a darkness about him. On the surface level, he is fairly normal, truthfully. He has brown hair, that since defecting he has allowed to grow into a mess that hangs around his face, shadowing his features a bit. His face is long, but neither bulky or narrow. His jaw is square and his chin is more rounded than pointed. His skin is not dark but not pale, usually in a comfortably tanned area. His eyes however, those are the real kick. His eyes, like his twin brothers eyes, are a brilliant, off-putting shade of light green. What’s more, they have a quality about them: a quality that lets you know he could bore down into your soul and grab hold of that which you hold most dear if he should want to. And since his defection, he just might, as these eyes begin to become more shadow-lined and filled with hate and disdain. Since being seduced into the Order, Rennek has chosen more "Order-appropriate" garments. He wears black robes head to shin, with a black over cloak. His choice of robes becomes more unique when you realize that reaching from just above his buttocks in the back, crossing mid-back, laying comfortably loose over his shoulders and tucked in behind his belt, which is of the same color, are two dark gray leather straps. His feet are protected by boots of the same color. His menacing appearance is furthered by the presence of a mask that his new Master forces him to wear. Its flat black, with two small pipe-like features on either cheek. The mask reaches down onto his neck, and up to over his nose and just beneath his eye sockets. The mask wraps around under his ears and clasps in the back of his head. It lies flush enough to not impair his vision. It also gives his voice a slight amount of robotic modulation, though not much.
((This is what his head looks like except that Rennek's mask is all metals and leather. Also ignore the Winter Soldier apparel))
Personality: If there were a personification of a simultaneous Prince Complex, and a Victimization Complex, Rennek is it. Even as a child, it’s as if he knew, despite his being made unaware of his brothers existence, that he was the eldest son, the Prince of his family. He had the mentality, and still does, that he can do no wrong, and that the galaxy is his oyster. Which undoubtedly lead to his Victimization Complex. Nothing that ever happens in his life in his own fault, unless it’s something good, then he made it happen. If it is negative, he is the victim of someone else’s plots and malicious intentions. It’s for this reason he was forbade from taking the trials by his former master. That, and his increasing arrogance in his abilities. Now however, he has taken on a new stance, a new stigma in his mind. He no longer trusts the Jedi, and by extension the Republic. He “knows” they fear him, and they want to keep him subdued, and that simply won’t do anymore. In his own mind, his passion is his strength, his fury the key to unlocking it. The mindset of peace and harmony espoused by the Jedi Order wasn’t made for everyone, and he knows it now. Even as a child he was aggressive, passionate and emotional. He has very little that he fears, though the most notable fear is failure. And though he will never admit it, he fears the Jedi, owing to the fact that they more than likely want him dead. Despite his distrust of the Jedi, Rennek still has some lingering resentment of the Sith and the Dark Side, owing to his many years of indoctrination against them.
Ships/Vehicles: Scovus-class Transport
Equipment:Jedi Robes aside, his lightsaber and whatever supplies he found on the transport are all he has with him. So let’s explore this lightsaber, yeah?
He wields a medium length lightsaber composed of a dark metallic alloy, giving it a sleek, shiny, gunmetal gray hilt. It is just long enough to fit two hands, though it is designed primarily to be used as a single-handed weapon.
Inside the sheen of the dark gray hilt sits the focus crystal, which is nothing to write home about. The other crystal however, is where everything gets interesting. At first it would appear to be a run-of-the-mill Kyber crystal. However, during the construction process, something changed. It emits a blade that is closer to purple than blue, landing at a noticeable violet. (not ultra-violet to clarify.)
Stats:
Strength - Average
Agility – Above Average
Intelligence -Above Average
Charisma –Above Average
Force Stats:
Telekinetic-Adept
Telepathic- Expert
Body- Apprentice
Sense- Apprentice
Protection- Apprentice
Healing:– Unskilled
Destruction– Apprentice
Combat Training: Nothing specific.
Force Training: Nothing outside the basics
Other Training:
Piloting- Expert
Lightsaber Training:
Shii-Cho- Adept
Makashi- Untrained
Soresu- Novice
Ataru- Expert
Shien/Djem So- Untrained
>>Sub-form Backhanded- Untrained
Niman- Untrained
>>Sub-form Jar-kai-Untrained
Juyo- Untrained
Double Bladed Combat-Untrained
Biography:
Corellia is a more or less nice place. Not that Rennek would know. Born to Areta and Cal Baelos, Rennek was the first born of a set of twins. The boys came into the world seconds apart, but could not have been more different as time went on. Rennek came into the world screaming for his life, and his brother was silent as a monk. In fact, were it not for the observations of the medical droids in the room, the doctors feared his brother was a stillborn. The two were immediately subjected to the standard testing of a newborn in the Republic. Both were found to be force sensitive individuals which came as a shock to their non-sensitive parents. The Jedi came calling within weeks of the twins birth, working to convince the Baelos to surrender their children to be trained by the Order. It took more time than it should have, but just after the boys’ fourth birthday, Areta and Cal gave their consent to have the boys trained. The brief images of that day are the only memories Rennek, called Ren by those closest to him, has of his family, though the Jedi worked hard to expunge his brother from his memory.
The two were separated and sent to train and near opposite ends of the galaxy. Rennek arrived on Mustafar and was immediately given the hair cut and thrown into the newest class of younglings. Upon entering the Academy it became more apparent to the Masters and Instructors at the Mustafar temple that Rennek was a bit on the emotional side. He spend days crying over the loss of his family before eventually being consoled and calmed down by one of the Instructors. Once he was calm enough, he was rolled into classes, beginning with the indoctrination program of the Order. Rennek was very quickly acclaimed by the Jedi at the temple for his ability to absorb and regurgitate knowledge and information he had been exposed to. He was one of the first in his class to learn to read. His weakest area was math and science, as he saw little to no true reason to learn these subjects, despite how much they would be emphasized by the instructors.
He excelled, it would turn out, in the saber techniques they were being taught. He became very good, very quickly at the remote, parrying simulation bolts with little to no effort. He quickly began to be the object of envy for several of the struggling members of his class. However prominent and promising his skill with a saber was, it was his attunement to the force that truly impressed, and even concerned his instructors.
At age 8, he was undergoing some basic instruction on the telekinetic aspects of the force, when Rennek saw it as amusing to try and turn the projector on and off. He succeeded once before the Instructor, a highly respected Consular and very quickly noticed and stopped Rennek, who still had to extend his hand and focus intently on what he was doing. His classmates were amused; his teachers were not. He was pulled into the teacher’s chambers and chastised for his actions. He was told he may end up in the Corps if he kept that behavior up, which he was also told would ‘ be a terrible waste of such a promising young Jedi.” To this day, Rennek is insistent that the instructor was just being sensitive because it made her look foolish.
His telepathy developed early as well, though his ability to manipulate it would not emerge for quite some time. His most impressed memory came one day, when the instructors were teaching on the origins of the Order. Rennek sat next to a young Twi’lek boy. The two had rarely spoken, but they sat next to each other in almost every class. As the teacher droned on, Rennek very audibly heard the boy start to whine, complaining of his need to use a restroom. The whining continued for nearly ten minutes, growing increasingly louder until 10 year old Rennek could not stand it any more. He stood and shouted at the boy to go if he needed to go so bad. His classmates looked mortified as Rennek exploded, the first true sign of anger shown by the young human. The teacher excused the class and sat Rennek down. It took some time, but eventually the instructor came to the realization that Rennek had not been imagining the voice, and that Rennek had in fact been hearing the boy’s projected thoughts. Rennek wasn’t sent into an additional class on the conquering of emotion, and containing them. Rennek took the class begrudgingly, insisting that he had a cap on his emotions, and that the Twi’lek was just being overly annoying.
At age 11, Rennek was selected to go the path of the Jedi Knight, a surprise to many as he was not the most controlled individual. The reasoning of his Master, Jedi Knight Atokan Kaash -a Togrutan male-, was that he may be more dangerous if not allowed to train further in his mastery of the force. He explained that despite the boys early exposure to the Jedi Order and their ways, if he was denied his aspiration of becoming a Jedi Knight, he may well desert and would almost certainly fall into the hands of the Dark Side (spoiler alert!).
His apprenticeship was very much so an ordinary Apprenticeship for the majority of it. He was given a training saber by Atokan, who was a part of a lineage of Jedi who would construct the lightsaber later in their life, so that they could be more developed in their abilities, thus making the saber more attuned to who they were, as opposed to who they would become. But before then, he had begun down the path of a Sentinel. The Force seemed to radiate from him, his master would note many times. His kinetic skills seemed on par, if not slightly ahead of most the Padawans his age. It was his telepathic skill and ability that really made him a stand out, even to the council in Coruscant. He seemed to grasped the ability to manipulate thought, and impose his will on beings rather easily. He even “mastered” the rarer ability to see into someone’s thoughts, not simply intuit their feelings, though this also seemed easy to the young Rennek. It was around the ago of 17 when the nightmares would start however. He would see visions of himself –they were actually his brother, though he had all but forgotten his brothers existence- struggling to grasp force concepts, and in places he didn’t recognize. More than once he dreamt himself into conflicts with armed assailants, only to awaken unharmed and in his chambers. His master simply told him to not focus on these, and instead to keep his mind in the present, and the things in his tangible life.
He was naturally gifted it seemed in the combative arts, both with his lightsaber and with his hands. He absorbed the styles of Shi-Cho and Soresu with little struggle, though there are parts that challenge everyone. When he turned 15, his Master decided to begin teaching him the Ataru style, which melded well with Ren’s habit for often wanting to move faster and more ferociously than the other styles allowed for. It was only once he had spent almost four years of his life learning Ataru, that it was time to construct his own saber. Ren carried the training saber until he was 19, when he was sent to Ilum, under the supervision of his Master, to retrieve a crystal to be used in his own saber. The one outstanding memory that Ren carried from Ilum was the frigid temperatures on the surface, and the surprising heat of the cavern into which the Force drew him. He spent many hours meditating before being drawn into a more remote cavern, that spiraled down and down, into almost complete darkness. He found the crystal wedged into the walls of the cavern, a light blue hue to it. He emerged and upon returning to Mustafar, began constructing his saber.
Ren drew into seclusion for nearly a month while he meditated over the design and elements of his saber. Once he had settled on the metals and design of the saber, he pulled the crystal from the container in which he had kept it. This is where the majority of his time over than month was spent. He spent hours upon hours upon days meditating on the crystal, tuning the gem to himself. He finally thought he was getting somewhere when it reared its head. His passion, his anger, his distrust and his fear. He could see in his mind himself, being engulfed in flame, but unharmed. The world around him was normal, but he was burning without pain, without being harmed. The faces of his master, and Padawans he considered friends swirled in front of him, then were engulfed in the fire, and became ask under his feet. Then everything faded in front of him. Darkness engulfed him. He was cold, sweaty and cold as his crystal materialized in front of him. It was larger than the actual crystal, blue in hue but nearly three times the size of Rennek. It began to spin and fluctuated between blue and red. Rennek was no fool, he knew what the red meant and it terrified him. He feared his passion. He feared his fear. He had been conditioned to get rid of these, but still they seethed under the surface. When he emerged from the meditation, drenched in sweat and breathing heavily, the crystal had dropped into his hand, burned hot and the hue changed. It had a soft violet glow in his palm. As he went to replace the crystal, with the intention of returning to the construction of his saber, he stood to find his master standing over him. His master explained that a lightsaber’s color doesn’t decide the fate of a Jedi; And that the visions he had were not something to focus on, but rather something to be aware of. He advised Ren that should he not work harder to rid himself of his passions and anger, then he may well find himself falling to the dark side.
That was the nature of their relationship it seemed. Atokan, being a Togrutan desired company and friendships, and often the pair would spend hours simply in each other’s company. They had a jovial give and take, but their dedications to each other was never in a question. Multiple times, during skirmishes the pair found themselves in either with the Mandolorians or simply on Outer Rim planets, Atokan would go out his way to preserve Ren, and as he got older, Ren would do the same. They became something of a legendary pair at the Mustafar Temple. Atokan was even the one who suggested that Ren get into piloting, something Ren took up and became very good at, rather quickly. Their relationship was great, better than most in the galaxy until Rennek became of age to take the trials.
As his 22nd birthday approached, Rennek began to anticipate being allowed to face the trials. In fact, he believed he was ready even before then, but Atokan would always find reason to prolong the apprenticeship. Rennek never questioned it, but surely now he was ready. But the day came and went, so did a month. Whenever Rennek would bring it up, Atokan would simply and rather abruptly explain that Rennek hadn’t taken control of his victim complex, or his self-perceived invincibility enough to face the trials without them destroying him. Rennek disagreed as time went on, eventually resulting in a verbal disagreement between the two, shortly after Ren’s 23rd birthday. Then the fall came. Weeks went by without Ren speaking to Atokan aside from necessary conversation to complete missions and the like. When Atokan, hailing from a socially dependent culture, went to Ren to try and fix things between them, the fight only escalated. In what would be a disastrous day, Atokan was struck down, and Rennek fled, fearing for his life, and grief stricken at his actions. He commandeered a transport ship and fled, last seen in the area of Dathomir.
Roleplay Sample: .
The moon rose large over the tree-laden horizon on Alderaan, as Ren sat meditating, facing out the balcony of his chambers in the palace. It had been weeks since he had last spoken freely with his master. His master, the malicious jealous fool. Surely he was afraid of Ren, and knew that Ren was more powerful than him. That must be the reason for his delaying Ren taking the trials. His head was swimming with thoughts of his master and the rejection Ren could feel, like daggers in his skin. Each no, each denial piercing like a shard of glass. Then he would see the fire, the same fir he had seen the days he spent constructing his lightsaber. It would rise and rise, until he was forced from his dreams. Then he would refocus, only to find himself back in that dark place again. The breeze was gentle rolling in off the lake, and it acted as calming agent for the young man who had spent most of his childhood on the lava-ridden Mustafar. He was calming, slipping into a truly meditative state. It was then that he heard the doors. Before the newcomer could speak, Rennek opened his mouth.
"What can I help you with, Master?” He said the words, like a calm hiss, cold and seething, the last word mirthful.
"Please, Ren,” Atokan began walking into the chambers. “I wish to speak with you. Actually speak with you.”
"Then speak,” Ren said as he stood from his knees, opening his eyes. His brilliantly green eyes flashed anger toward his master, who exhaled as though he had been punched
“You must understand,” Atokan spoke, walking to the railing of the balcony. “I am afraid for you, my young friend. These feelings that I feel in you: the resentment, the anger, and the fury. They can control you, and I’m afraid I’ve failed to teach you how to properly control them. Ren, if they were to consume you I-“
"They won’t!” Ren spat flinging the water cup from his hand. “ You’ve taught me everything I could learn! Why do you fear for me? Have they consumed me yet?”
"I fear they are,” Atokan spoke plainly to his pupil.
“No, Master,” Ren said, squaring up to his master. “You don’t fear that. You fear me. You fear that I may someday be more powerful than you.”
“You know that is not true, Rennek,” Atokan flared his nostrils a little as his chest puffed a bit. “I want for you to be more powerful than I am! I want you to reach heights I could not know! That is a master’s dream! To see his pupil succeed! Rennek-“
"Stop lying to me!” Rennek shouted. This was the first time he had ever raised his voice to the elder Jedi. “You know I can see you thoughts! You think I am some sort of weakling who would be seduced away to join the Dark Side! You ought to know by now Atokan that I am stronger than any of the Padawans on Mustafar! I may be the strongest Padawan in the Galaxy! Let me face-"
“Enough!” Atokan and swollen to his full height at this point. “ Stay out of my head Rennek. You don’t know what you see, and that is why I can’t let you face the trials yet. In good time my young apprentice. You must trust me.”
As Atokan turned to walk from the balcony, accepting that the conversation was going no where, he stopped short. And turned to face his apprentice.
“Stop,” he said flatly, the love gone now. The voice of a teacher, of a master now issuing from his orange lips. “I can feel what you are trying, Rennek. It won’t work.”
Rennek stood, his gaze fixated on Atokan. If the damn beast wouldn’t let him face the trials, Rennek would force him out of the way. Rennek strained his face red, trying hard to force his way in. Atokan proved a worthy opponent and after many minutes of struggle, Rennek relented. Almost immediately his demeanor changed. He hit his knees and began to plead.
“Master, I am sorry! Forgive me! I still need to learn so much from you!” He begged as he crawled toward the Togrutan.
Atokan looked down at his apprentice. He felt pity for the boy, but something had changed. A line had been crossed. In the struggle, he saw into his Padawan's mind and he knew what would come. He knew, because the visions that had been haunting Rennek, now haunted his own dreams. He sighed before stepping forward to pick Rennek up from the ground. He scooped under the humans arms, and pulled him up, standing face to face with him. He wiped a tear from the Padawan’s face before stepping back.
“Rennek, I am sorry too. I’m sorry I’ve failed you,” Atokan began to tear up as he stepped back even farther. “But I have seen your mind, my friend. I can no longer train you in the Jedi arts.”
“Wh-what are you saying?” Rennek began, fearing he knew the answer already. “Am I to be given another master?”
“No, my young friend,” Atokan stepped back another pace, his chest turned a little to the right, so as not to be square to Rennek. “ I am going to contact the Council, and recommend you be relieved of your duties as a Padawan, and be sent to the Corps. I am sorry I failed you so miserably.”
"You can’t! No!” Rennek screamed, not shouted, but screamed, like a child in pain. “You haven’t failed! Master Atokan! Please!!”
Atokan shook his head sorrowfully as he turned and to leave the balcony. And as his back came to view, it seemed to trigger Rennek once more. His fury stormed forth like a thundering herd. His fingers tingled and for the first time in a long time, he felt physically aware of the force around him. It burned like a coal deep in his chest. His hands began to burn before he burst out.
"You traitor! You would give up on me!? So easily!? I won’t let you!” He yelled, as he floated the saber hilt from his belt to his hand, raised slightly to the side of his body.
"Let me?” Atokan began, before he heard the ignition of the blade.
“My friend, don’t do this. There is much promise for you still. Don’t do this.”
It was too late. Rennek had jumped forward, swinging the blade downward at his former master. Atokan, swung his right side backward, under Ren, drawing his own saber, and casting aside his cloak. The teal of the blade clashed violently in the air as the pair swung and parried, with the apprentice doing most of the swinging. His form was off, but effective and drove his former master backward. Atokan soon found himself backed up against the railing of the balcony, still trying to fend off the majority of his attackers movement. After parrying the violet blade away, he jumped up onto the railing, then flipped forward over his apprentice. He held the blade inches above his apprentices shoulder, just inches from his neck.
"Enough,” Atokan spoke sternly.
“You wouldn’t,” Rennek said, turning to face his master, who flipped the blade to the other side of Ren’s neck. “ I see your mind, my master. You can’t.”
It was in this moment that Ren’s life would change forever. He swung his free hand up drawing his force abilities to push Atokan's own arm upward, which it did. Atokan, caught off guard, blinked wide, as his apprentice ignited his blade again. The upward swoop was swift, as was the downward. Both left Rennek standing alone on the balcony, looking down at the severed arm and diagonally sliced body of his former master. He had done the unthinkable. He had defeated the one person in his entire life that cared. He had destroyed his life, and it was his fault. It couldn’t be. It must be Atokan’s. It was. The old fool wouldn’t let him face his future. The Jedi were even more to blame. They were the ones that convinced Atokan that he wasn’t ready. They were the ones to blame. Hadn’t they been the ones that told Ren to master his passion, his fury? Wasn’t it that same fury that let him best his master? Surely they would know, they always know. And they would blame Ren for this. He was sure of it. He ran from the balcony as quickly as he could, making his way out to the nearest spaceport as quickly as his feet would take him.
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