Post by Ashi on Mar 1, 2007 17:28:36 GMT -5
Name: Halcyon
Race: Human
Age: 43
Height: 5'10" (approx 170 cm)
Weight: 220
Appearance: (Pic) Easily mistaken for a Dark Jedi due to the deep hood and slow demeanor. He has a feeling that can almost be described as despair that almost always surrounds him. Unlike any Dark Jedi though, he is always quick to kind words and very slow to wrath. He has a patience that surpasses even that of the greatest masters, and has been known to debate for hours on end. He rarely moves fast, and as such, he is sometimes taken for an old man or a cripple, neither of which he will deny.
Birth place: Dantooine
Faction: Ex-Jedi
Rank: N/A, Former Jedi Knight
Bio: See Sample Post Below
Sample Post: "My name is Halcyon. That is about all I know anymore. I'm 43 years old, or at least, I appear to be. In reality, I'm closer 542 years old. I could tell you all about my life, but there isn't much to say. I grew up on Dantooine, as did many Jedi at that time. I trained under Master Vandar for many years. I grew mostly in the ways of battle, progressing at an astounding rate through the forms, but almost none in force training. As a young padawan, I had never met Revan, but oh how I'd heard of him. During the mandalorian wars, I stayed with the order, and watched as they went to war. Some of my friends died in that war, and many more in the civil war that followed. I was banned from the order before the Jedi Civil war began when I took a wife. I was young, twenty-two at the time, and foolish enough to think that the happiness that me and my wife shared would last forever. The loss of so many close friends in the first war left me cold inside. Emotion found no basis in my life, and more than ever I began to take solace in the first line of the Jedi code. I married my wife because she was one of the few that could make me feel anything at all, and eventually that became her undoing. A few years later, I had my worst bout with the dark side. I came home angry one day, I don't even remember the offense that sparked the anger anymore. I let myself sulk, reveling in the anger. Understandably, Karen tried to help, to comfort me. I refused to be helped, and she refused to let me stay angry. I gave in, and for that instant, I was almost wholly consumed by the dark side. I woke up a few moments later, to find my wife halved. I had apparently cut her down. I fell to my knees and wept. With the last of her strength she used my saber to cut a cross on my face. we both knew, that only in death would I be removed of my guilt. and ever has that scar reminded me of it. To me, it has also stood as a constant ward against the dark side, and though I'm cold, and often apathetic, I will never again give into my angry passions. In all things I am kind, and if I can, I will help all those in need. Before the Exile rose to be the herald of a failing order, I was brought to Coruscant aboard a Hammerhead warship. As with all jedi in that troubled time, my ship came under attack by a sith vessel. Before we escaped, the hyperdrive and reactor took hits. The reactor nearly overloaded, and every crewman who was able had to help to lock it down. I survived only because I was incapacitated during the fight. I sat in a kolto tank while the ship, and all those aboard perished. When I came to, the ship was powered down. Minimal life support had been maintained, but nothing more. I moved to the engineering bay, and began a power up sequence. Thankfully the crew had gotten the reactor repaired, or I might not be here today. When the ship came back to life, I saw the catastrophe. Nearly the entire crew was piled near the reactor, obviously trying to lock it down. I was a combat veteran, I'd seen war, I'd seen death, and I'd seen devastation, but nothing like that. The gross deformities, radiation burns, and overall feeling of suffering made me loose control for the first time in several years. I wept for the loss of life. Rising after an unknown time, I picked up the bodies, and gave them a proper naval burial. I wandered through the rest of the ship, and dealt with the rest of the crew likewise. Not knowing much about hyperdrives, I repaired it as best I could. How was I supposed to know there was a thing called relativistic shielding? But I digress. I was a basic rated pilot, and entered the coordinates to Coruscant into the navicomputer. Managing the ship as best as I could, still being rather devoid of force skill. I reached Coruscant a few days later. Only to find that centuries had passed. The thing with a hyperdrive you have to remember, you're going far faster than light. The relativistic shielding prevents you from feeling the effects of such travel, but when it doesn't work, there is nothing protecting you from the distortion of space-time as you proceed into hyperspace. As such, millennia can pass in only a few days. I suppose I was lucky. I only advanced a few hundred years. I was thirty-three at the time. For ten long years I've wandered the galaxy now; finding solace only in helping those who are in need and perfecting the skills I once had. I found the Jedi Order almost fully restored, though it would still be several generations before it was the same as when I knew it last. Luckily, I was able to keep a few holocrons, memories, pictures, and a few short videos, of all that is now lost to me. In the words of Ulic Qel-Droma 'I cannot change the past. I meant to do good. But the dark side is slippery[...]. I tried to hide. I tried to die. And finally, I tried to atone.' I'm now, nothing but a servant of the light. I have no goals, no will, no purpose for being, I simply am. My title, is Illuminati and ever will it be such. This is the story of my life, if I do not make it through the next few hours, whomever receives this, please send it to Master Baumm at the Jedi Temple on Coruscant, he'll know what to do with it." He turned off the holorecorder and turned back to the sky of Dantooine. Noting the change in the sky's coloring since he'd last been to his home world, over 500 years before. "It seems that time has been unkind to us both old friend," He spoke quietly, sitting near a small waterfall, during one of the rare times he was at peace. "But then that's what time is good at. Changing things. Whether they were good as they were or not, they must always change in time." He sighed as he stated this, one of life's most bitter ironies. This is where he'd first learned of the force, the ancient grove that had been there had been turned nearly to slag, even though it was several miles from the Jedi Enclave. He almost didn't recognize it, but the water had a familiar sound, and an effect that no other place had ever had on him. He sat peacefully for several more hours. before getting up and heading back to the rebuilt alcove, knowing he'd not see peace again for many long months.
lightsabers: A twin bladed saber of no name; Viridian in color and one single curved-hilt saber, also of no name with a cyan colored crystal.
Race: Human
Age: 43
Height: 5'10" (approx 170 cm)
Weight: 220
Appearance: (Pic) Easily mistaken for a Dark Jedi due to the deep hood and slow demeanor. He has a feeling that can almost be described as despair that almost always surrounds him. Unlike any Dark Jedi though, he is always quick to kind words and very slow to wrath. He has a patience that surpasses even that of the greatest masters, and has been known to debate for hours on end. He rarely moves fast, and as such, he is sometimes taken for an old man or a cripple, neither of which he will deny.
Birth place: Dantooine
Faction: Ex-Jedi
Rank: N/A, Former Jedi Knight
Bio: See Sample Post Below
Sample Post: "My name is Halcyon. That is about all I know anymore. I'm 43 years old, or at least, I appear to be. In reality, I'm closer 542 years old. I could tell you all about my life, but there isn't much to say. I grew up on Dantooine, as did many Jedi at that time. I trained under Master Vandar for many years. I grew mostly in the ways of battle, progressing at an astounding rate through the forms, but almost none in force training. As a young padawan, I had never met Revan, but oh how I'd heard of him. During the mandalorian wars, I stayed with the order, and watched as they went to war. Some of my friends died in that war, and many more in the civil war that followed. I was banned from the order before the Jedi Civil war began when I took a wife. I was young, twenty-two at the time, and foolish enough to think that the happiness that me and my wife shared would last forever. The loss of so many close friends in the first war left me cold inside. Emotion found no basis in my life, and more than ever I began to take solace in the first line of the Jedi code. I married my wife because she was one of the few that could make me feel anything at all, and eventually that became her undoing. A few years later, I had my worst bout with the dark side. I came home angry one day, I don't even remember the offense that sparked the anger anymore. I let myself sulk, reveling in the anger. Understandably, Karen tried to help, to comfort me. I refused to be helped, and she refused to let me stay angry. I gave in, and for that instant, I was almost wholly consumed by the dark side. I woke up a few moments later, to find my wife halved. I had apparently cut her down. I fell to my knees and wept. With the last of her strength she used my saber to cut a cross on my face. we both knew, that only in death would I be removed of my guilt. and ever has that scar reminded me of it. To me, it has also stood as a constant ward against the dark side, and though I'm cold, and often apathetic, I will never again give into my angry passions. In all things I am kind, and if I can, I will help all those in need. Before the Exile rose to be the herald of a failing order, I was brought to Coruscant aboard a Hammerhead warship. As with all jedi in that troubled time, my ship came under attack by a sith vessel. Before we escaped, the hyperdrive and reactor took hits. The reactor nearly overloaded, and every crewman who was able had to help to lock it down. I survived only because I was incapacitated during the fight. I sat in a kolto tank while the ship, and all those aboard perished. When I came to, the ship was powered down. Minimal life support had been maintained, but nothing more. I moved to the engineering bay, and began a power up sequence. Thankfully the crew had gotten the reactor repaired, or I might not be here today. When the ship came back to life, I saw the catastrophe. Nearly the entire crew was piled near the reactor, obviously trying to lock it down. I was a combat veteran, I'd seen war, I'd seen death, and I'd seen devastation, but nothing like that. The gross deformities, radiation burns, and overall feeling of suffering made me loose control for the first time in several years. I wept for the loss of life. Rising after an unknown time, I picked up the bodies, and gave them a proper naval burial. I wandered through the rest of the ship, and dealt with the rest of the crew likewise. Not knowing much about hyperdrives, I repaired it as best I could. How was I supposed to know there was a thing called relativistic shielding? But I digress. I was a basic rated pilot, and entered the coordinates to Coruscant into the navicomputer. Managing the ship as best as I could, still being rather devoid of force skill. I reached Coruscant a few days later. Only to find that centuries had passed. The thing with a hyperdrive you have to remember, you're going far faster than light. The relativistic shielding prevents you from feeling the effects of such travel, but when it doesn't work, there is nothing protecting you from the distortion of space-time as you proceed into hyperspace. As such, millennia can pass in only a few days. I suppose I was lucky. I only advanced a few hundred years. I was thirty-three at the time. For ten long years I've wandered the galaxy now; finding solace only in helping those who are in need and perfecting the skills I once had. I found the Jedi Order almost fully restored, though it would still be several generations before it was the same as when I knew it last. Luckily, I was able to keep a few holocrons, memories, pictures, and a few short videos, of all that is now lost to me. In the words of Ulic Qel-Droma 'I cannot change the past. I meant to do good. But the dark side is slippery[...]. I tried to hide. I tried to die. And finally, I tried to atone.' I'm now, nothing but a servant of the light. I have no goals, no will, no purpose for being, I simply am. My title, is Illuminati and ever will it be such. This is the story of my life, if I do not make it through the next few hours, whomever receives this, please send it to Master Baumm at the Jedi Temple on Coruscant, he'll know what to do with it." He turned off the holorecorder and turned back to the sky of Dantooine. Noting the change in the sky's coloring since he'd last been to his home world, over 500 years before. "It seems that time has been unkind to us both old friend," He spoke quietly, sitting near a small waterfall, during one of the rare times he was at peace. "But then that's what time is good at. Changing things. Whether they were good as they were or not, they must always change in time." He sighed as he stated this, one of life's most bitter ironies. This is where he'd first learned of the force, the ancient grove that had been there had been turned nearly to slag, even though it was several miles from the Jedi Enclave. He almost didn't recognize it, but the water had a familiar sound, and an effect that no other place had ever had on him. He sat peacefully for several more hours. before getting up and heading back to the rebuilt alcove, knowing he'd not see peace again for many long months.
lightsabers: A twin bladed saber of no name; Viridian in color and one single curved-hilt saber, also of no name with a cyan colored crystal.
