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Personal Journal of Tarak Sorvyn: Entry I - Hello/Appearance
I'm recording this in Basic at the request of my new teachers here at the Jedi Temple... They said that I should record anything about myself I can think of, since it might help me find peace... Each of these entries are supposed to be reviewed by the men and women overseeing my progress, so I don't think I'll be baring my soul in the first entry... Understandable, right? And yet... I anticipate a lecture after the first review of this journal... Whatever, might as well give the counselors something to drill me on... Maybe I'll just record for posterity. Who knows, maybe this'll be something they teach to the kids a hundred years from now... And maybe I'll be the Jedi Grandmaster...
Let's see... What do the Jedi want to know... I'm sure they already know the basics... Still, I've got a good... Four hours left until classes start... Might as well get the easy stuff out of the way...
I'm the exact opposite of an exotic species in this sector. Full blooded human, through and through... Nothing special. Unless you count how... Ugh, unhealthy I look... Well, let's start there then...
I've got the genetics to be a heart breaker, but not the experience. It might sound confusing, but it'll hit you in a sec... You see, both my parents weren't exactly what you'd call "madly in love." They were attracted to each other physically, and I was told that they probably should have held back a bit with the affection... One thing led to another, a man lays with a woman, and I come along. When I was born, I was a healthy blond babe, happy face and rosy cheeks, the works. I know. I have a picture. Just one. As far as I know, it's really the only picture of me that exists, aside from the ones that are now flying through the Jedi data streams.
Now, I have medium length, light brown hair, and amber colored eyes. My skin is smooth and tight, just like most of the other kids I've run into here, but it's not exactly vibrant. To get a clear picture... Have you ever seen the backside of a granite slug? Yeah, that's about the right color. Anyway, that's my colors, recorded for all of history, theoretically. I also have a few scars, most notably a bunch of brands in my right arm... I don't know why, but they look almost... Artistic... I'm underweight and pretty tall, but I'm slowly building up a healthy layer of muscle with the training.
Since my arrival here on Coruscant, I've gotten a set or two of Jedi robes. Clean, comfortable, and way too traditional, in my opinion... There's nothing I can do in these things that couldn't be better accomplished with some fatigues and a jacket. All this material just seems superfluous... I change into just that as often as I can, as a matter of fact... Usually just at night, or when I don't have any classes... Black fatigues, white long-sleeve, brown jacket. Simple, easy to get on, and easy to blend in with. Nothing stands out like a Jedi among non-Jedi.
Personal Journal Entry of Tarak Sorvyn: Entry II - Mental Machinations... Ooh... Mysterious...:
In my opinion, I'm a relatively easy person to live with. I don't say much, I don't make a mess, and I can turn a blind eye to anything that's not too serious. Uh... Whoops... I think I just got someone in trouble... Sorry man...
Anyway, I spend most of my free time relaxing. Not that I get much free time... Most of my days are filled with one or two visits to a counselor, learning about Jedi history, the Force, nothing out of the ordinary. I like to read, but there's not much material that actually interests me on hand. If I could get into the Archives a bit more often, I'd be set. But, as it is, my schedule's been filled a few times over.
Some people have compared my sense of humor to the surface of Tatooine, dry enough to kill, and not really worth the effort. I don't see it. Can you?
If faced with a decision regarding the preservation of life, of course I'll take the lighter path. Just like they've taught me. Personally, I have to wonder if we're interfering with the natural progression of the universe by stepping in to intervene in other people's business like we do. But, of course, I could be wrong...
Oh, and here's the kicker about me... You know how some people talk to themselves, or to people who aren't really there? Well, I've got that... That's the reason I'm supposed to write this journal... To "exorcise my demons" as it were... But I'll get into that a bit later on...
Personal Journal of Tarak Sorvyn: Entry III - What I like about...:
Huh... I guess I'm not really sure what I like... If there's something I can't live without, I either don't know about it, or it's so obvious that it doesn't warrant a mention. I guess I like to relax. Take it easy. For some reason, I always seem tired... Guess it's just my past hounding me...
I also enjoy my Force training classes... Extremely useful stuff... It's a wonder there aren't any obese Jedi... Telekinesis to retrieve everything, lightsabers to push any conversation or debate into their favor... I guess that might be one of the reasons for those tenets... Something to keep the Jedi fit and occupied...
If there's anything I hate, it's insomnia. And if there's anything I have, it's also insomnia... Damned visions in my head keep me up at night, and there's not much to do about it... I guess that's why I keep going to all these counseling sessions... Trying to piece together my sanity... Maybe once I get better, I'll be able to figure this stuff out...
Personal Journal of Tarak Sorvyn: Entry IV - My strengths:
I guess my strongest ability is in the Force... I've got average skills with the basic powers and lightsaber techniques, but some teachers call me... Robust... I guess I have a particular affinity for certain applications of the Force... I can stay awake for a few days at a time, and I never get tired... Well, no more tired than I always am... The same goes for food and water. I don't always feel the need to eat, and I can suppress that feeling with the Force, but I won't run out of energy if I do. In addition, poisons have little effect on me... It makes sense, I guess...
Personal Journal of Tarak Sorvyn: Entry V - Life Story:
I was born on Ord Cestus... Or so I'm told... But it makes sense, a lot of my memories are full of red desert... I migrated to Nar Shaddaa with my mother after my father died... I don't remember how... I was only five or six at the time...
We weren't exactly well off, so our living space was limited. Mother got a job at some cantina, and I stayed at home. There wasn't much for a kid to do on Nar Shaddaa, but I managed to keep myself entertained... Sneaking around, talking to other kids, messin' with droids... But nothing really important happened until I was... Ten or so...
One day, I went to see where my mother worked, and the manager noticed that I was in decent shape, so he offered me a job. I didn't want to say no, and deprive us of any extra credits, so I took him up. I was working there for nearly a year before someone shot up the place. A few thugs came in and demanded some money from the manager. When he denied them, they started shooting. And that's how I became an orphan. It wasn't something I had much chance to mourn, since the thugs grabbed me and ran off. They forced me to pay off the debt that the manager of the cantina had built up.
Naturally, I was reluctant to work for them. They put me to work anyway, filling me up with various drugs, which made me more... Agreeable... After a while, my body began to weaken, although I never gave in to the drugs effects and died... I often wished that I could, but for some reason, I didn't... Eventually, I learned that it was the Force, keeping me going...
I was sixteen when I was liberated. A wandering Jedi noticed me shuffling around, working like a zombie, and messed with my head a bit... Tweaked a few mental workings, and helped me overcome the drug. A few days later, I was being shown around the Jedi temple. My sensitivity was evident in the fact that I was still alive... The drugs they put me on, combined with lack of sunlight, turned my skin gray, and they took a good thirty pounds out of me, some of which I've since managed to get back.
Anyway, I haven't got a master yet... Due to some "extenuating circumstances," I've got another year, max, before I need to become a Padawan. Of course, if I get caught doing drugs, breaking any laws, violating any temple rules, I'll be kicked out... Hopefully, I'll get picked up soon... I'm not sure I can handle the monotony much longer. Don't get me wrong... The Jedi are much better guardians than drug peddling, blackmailing, slave trading thugs... But they're so... Well behaved... It's kinda driving me crazy...
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