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AIBHNE TIBBOT
__(eev-nee ti-bot)
NICKNAMES
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ALIAS(ES)
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AFFILIATION
__The Jedi Knights
RANK
__Jedi Knight
HOMEWORLD
__Clendor
SPECIES
__Human
GENDER
__Male
AGE
__29
HEIGHT
__181 cm
BUILD
__Athletic-Toned
HAIR COLOR
__Dirty Blonde
EYE COLOR
__Dull Blue-Green
FORCE-SENSITIVE
__Confirmed-Trained
STARSHIP
__The Gwenwyvar
DROID/PETS
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CREDITS
__1,000
NOTABLE POSSESSIONS
__Ogré & Ekdikëo Lightsabers
__Hósios Sóma Armor
__Nameless Vibro Short-Sword
__Blaster Pistol
__Assorted Explosives
__Locator Beacon
TROPES
__The Jingo
__Celibate Hero
__The Cynic
__Moral Nihilist
__Consummate Professional
__Emotionally Tongue-Tied
__Fatal Flaw
__Neat Freak
__What You Are In The Dark
IMPORTANT PEOPLE
__Orrand D'ebousey NPC /deceased
__Molly Daisley NPC /ex
__Reem Va Phalanx Cofounder
THREADS
__The Digrasi Dispute: Aftermath
__A Warm Welcome
__A Motion of Fear
__All Your Docking Bays Belong to Us[
__The First Messengers
__Evening Stretch
__Tython Clash: Round 1
__Riksdag
__Prepositional Phase[
__Tython Clash: Round 2
__Hallowed Halls: Friend or Foe
__BATTLE OF FELUCIA: Dirty Tactics
† schubert - ave maria †
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Of these I avow,
There is no emotion, there is peace
The natural state as defined by flesh is sin. Banish all disturbances. Clear the mind. Emotion is a natural instinctive state of mind deriving from circumstances, mood, or relationships; an intuitive feeling distinguished from reasoning or knowledge. Thus enlightenment is achieved through abstinence of the natural, the physical, through fasting and celibacy. Though it remains that I greatly desire designs of biological inertia, I achieve abstract nirvana in every act of restraint.
There is no ignorance, there is knowledge
There is no ignorance, there is knowledge
Experience and understand all. When the theoretical fails, as defined by creed of calm observance, then first hand experience is permitted to degree. For it is said, know thy enemy.
There is no passion, there is serenity
There is no passion, there is serenity
There is no desire nor enjoyment, carnal or the like. There is no self. Stay a steady aim and unbending will. Passion is strong feeling that causes to act dangerously in chaos, or strong sexual feeling for another. Serene is clear and free of unpleasant change, or shining bright and steady. Thus unpleasant change of mind is forbidden while passion of a selfish and carnal nature is dangerous, yet other categorical expressions of passion uniquely serve the function of duty and can be achieved through immersed tranquility otherwise perceived as burning rage and is by definition no longer passion.
There is no chaos, there is harmony
There is no chaos, there is harmony
There is no confusion nor disorder. There is zeal. The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few. Chaos is complete confusion and disorder; a state in which behavior and events are not controlled by anything. Chaos is the enemy to peace, knowledge, serenity, harmony, and ultimately the Force. Therefore chaos is the faithful's nemesis.
There is no death, there is the Force
There is no death, there is the Force
One does not pass from this existence. One only remains of the Force. To never die means to have never been born, one's try self - not the shell of flesh. Therefore one who is connected to the Force is the Force, and the Force is both the Light and the Dark. There is no balance, but rather two differing wills; one to make able or gain control and one to bar the mind and spirit from agitation. Thus if one actively denies oneself the connection to the Force, one is a baser life-form undeserving of the respect one has so carelessly cast aside.
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__Aibhne Tibbot was born on Clendor to farmers Hadrian Tibbot and Alice Cedany Emelyne in a medieval and pastoral village. A feudalistic society built upon the broken backs of the war-torn commoners, the city of Abethine was a poverty stricken grassland half plagued by illness. Disease and derangement throttled the land despite there being cures for almost every ailment, though most were too expensive to purchase or too easily stolen in transit. Over a day's ride on horseback to the nearest homestead, fuel too precious to waste on speeders, the people were spread thin across their barons' lands. And occasional beast attacks and power plays for building empires under a single baron gifted the prairies with more widows and orphans than it could handle, before those acres were neglected by their barons and declared vagrant lands to be reoccupied.
Hadrian Tibbot was a good man, Aibhne's mother Alice always said. Hadrian was abusive, an alcoholic, and a work addict. And one whole summer, Hadrian was off fighting for a ruler he'd never met. It was the best summer Aibhne can remember, save for the night the reptilian scavengers descended. Hadrian returned with an amputated right leg and Aibhne felt guilty for enjoying the summer. Alice Cedany Emelyne will always be the strongest woman Aibhne's ever known. She was a mortification ascetic and a loyal wife, as well as a loving mother. When her eyes weren't bruised shut by her lover, her back was bloodied by the thrashing of her own hand, her thigh always clamped in a binding. One winter Hadrian was in a drunken rage because Aibhne in his inexperience spoiled half a year's stock and Alice miscarried Aibhne's younger sister to be. Though she suffered many months of tears and physical pain, Alice never blamed Hadrian. She never did. Aibhne blamed himself. He respected and hated his father, while he idolized and revered his mother. He never learned to understand their religion, though Alice and Aibhne kneeled every night and prayed the maiden's chant.
One morning, vagrants happened upon the farm in search of shelter from beasts after deserting battle to wander the land. Aibhne had fought with Alice the night before when Hadrian had beaten her, angry that she allowed it and never let him stand up for her. He'd managed to oppose his father in a heated argument, but Hadrian's drunken words and pitifully broken body guilted Aibhne into submission. The vagrants moved on the house, Aibhne having spent the night in the stables, and overwhelmed the crippled Hadrian. Alice surprised the vagrants with her strength and ferocity, killing one of them, but was subdued as much by these invaders as by her wounds from the night before. Aibhne awoke amidst straw stacks from a fevered dream of vagrants attacking his parents and a miraculous feat by his own hand which he could not explain. So he rushed to the house and intervened, but was just a child. Hadrian refused to sit and watch these brutes have their way, prompting a shovel to the temple. In that moment Aibhne heard his mother's words of respect for his father echo in memory, words of sacrifice and labor, and though he was unsure if he agreed with them he was impacted by them and saw the image of his dream before him. And before their eyes, the shovel stopped short of Hadrian's face. It was frozen by Aibhne's will, hand outstretched and shaking, and every one of them witnessed the supernatural struggle. Father and mother managed to clumsily subdue their attackers in their moment of stupor despite their wounds, and Aibhne was pronounced a viable Jedi candidate.
With the current threat of galactic turmoil looming, Baron Mesaleath had spread word of great reward for the recruitment of any Jedi candidates as he had been promised support for the assembly of young Force adepts. With this sacrifice, Aibhne could ensure his parent's survival. He felt betrayed by his mother most of all, but was explained as the right thing to do for his family. Life in the badlands was ever anything but merciful. And Aibhne had weeks to come to terms with his duty as word traveled slowly across these plains. Eventually he was parted from his family and taken by royal caravan land speeder to the Baron's castle where he awaited his Jedi courier. In this short time, Aibhne came to know a young girl named Esylit who shook his understanding of selflessness his mother had strictly instilled in him. She was his first kiss. She treated him as her plaything and never gave him anything in return. He never saw her again.
| Pledging to the Jedi Order, and the Code.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade. And yet the menace of the years Finds, and shall find, me unafraid. |
Upon recruitment to the Order, Aibhne was taken to the planet Tython and trained in the monastic ways of the Jedi. He studied under a host of tutors the faiths of the Force, the arts of defense, and the Schism that defines their enlightenment.
One Knight Orrand D'ebousey towered over the rest in Aibhne's eyes, a model of devotion and benediction. And his command of the Force was second only to his prowess with the lightsaber, though Aibhne's deification of the Knight ignored all deficiencies of the man. His doctrine was axiom. Orland built upon Alice Cedany Emelyn's asceticism, teaching severe self-discipline and abstinence in Aibhne's studies of paralleled Jedi temperance. And such philosophies were austere, even amongst some of Orrand's peers. But even more widely shunned was Orrand's inner turmoil, often subjecting his associates to judgements of impractical standards. It was Orrand who offered Aibhne a set of ivory phrik armor on a mantle beside his cot and challenged Aibhne to merit the right to one day don the holy image of his orison, the righteous mandate of servitude. Many trials and tribulations befell Aibhne in his endeavor to earn the radiant armor, numerous failures and victories alike equally challenging his covenant with the trophy; though none broke his spirit, and he would eventually wear his prize to the ceremony of his christening.
One tribulation of the faith was embodied in a town massacre; The Genesis of the Gray Order. To be recounted upon the completion of The Fulcrum's write-up. Orrand and Aibhne are involved in the tense exchange as depicted by one of the minor aggressors in the middle and side with the overarching order to execute as a necessity of lawful prudence, siding against those who protest what they perceive to be excessive violence and unnecessary persecution.
The blade is baptized in blood.
Still a young man, Aibhne was commissioned by a reputably gentile Knight errant by the name of Fererra Tarianjha to arrest a crime lord's director of finance, the politically immune drug trafficker's right hand man. Knight Tarianjha cautioned Aibhne's fervor for order and justice as a lesson in peace and empathetic neutrality of verdict, posing that sentencing a soul to restitution was society's role through the courts and not some whim resolved by a lone vigilante. It was not the first time he had been counseled of grace. But Aibhne saw disappointment in Orrand's eyes even in the mere consideration of the supposition in a last exchange of glances on the morning of his departure in the hangar bay. Whether it was Orrand's intent to display discontent or simply reveal a mentor's angst for the boy's survival was an insight left in the eye of the beholder. It was the last time he saw his revered mentor, the last image of failure burnt into mind in a moment of intellectual and spiritual weakness. It was said that Orrand was killed by a renegade Jedi following tales of the Sith, that Orrand was witnessed to seem unusually distracted during his last day.
Aibhne tracked his target, the slimy Quendar Goss, through a cesspool of slave networks and chem shacks. His code of ethics was at constant odds with his conduct, seeing the worst in primal beings of all kinds. Knight Tarianjha's relentlessly resurgent words were ever decimated by Aibhne's skewed perception of Knight Orrand's wisdom, despite Aibhne's flurry of emotions both in favor and in opposition to their views and his own, wavering between them. In his heart, he mourned and loved the victims before him; as he condemned and hated those deemed responsible, struggling to preserve peace in calm as the Jedi taught him. He stopped nefarious crimes and saved coward and thug alike, only to see the error of his ways as the ripples of his decisions plagued those he tried to protect. All the while, the lessons of his father and mother were supported by his mentor's stark depiction of the galaxy; and Aibhne's elemental intuition finally grasped onto the shadow of his father as its likeness was mirrored in Aibhne cultivation. He eventually found Quendar, mired in lecherous filth that sickened and provoked Aibhne. And instead of subduing the criminal as instructed in order to voice evidence of his lord's unlawful conduct with which to suspend his lord's diplomatic immunity, Aibhne cut Quendar's pleas short with a stroke of his blade; cleaving the creature's hand from wrist. Quendar's specious howls irked Aibhne beyond restraint, divine judgement commanding the crushing collapse of Quendar's throat by Aibhne's clawed and trembling hand. Mired in the murky marshes of darkness, Aibhne's focus of the Force was shaken by a protesting slave girl and Aibhne's celestial grip suddenly ruptured a digit in Quendar's spinal column upon jarring release and recapture and the malefactor was dead.
Aibhne quickly regretted his actions. Yet he eventually learned to accept this more direct and distrustful perspective of the galaxy, while also learning the error in this particular event. While Aibhne had pulled a weed from it's roots, he had also left a void easily filled by another and failed to pin the charges on the crime lord who continued business as usual. Tarianjha counseled such logic after breaking the news of Orrand's demise, yet was left uninformed of the more malicious details regarding Quendar's murder and Aibhne's disturbing taste of the taint.
| Her beauty rewarded me. In the void of emotional connection and kinship left by the loss of his mentor and lack of familial ties to fall back on, Aibhne fell into depression; living a life of blatant hypocrisy away from the eyes of the more prestigious members of the Order. He passionately followed his mentor's tenets through mania and a zealot's righteous indignation while simultaneously following his desires and feeding his selfish insufficiencies. Though never fully falling for his baser urges, he was tormented all the more for tempting himself with objects of lust and gluttony. |
Since then, Aibhne Tibbot has grown even more obsessed with his vows. He seeks to become able and gain control while separating his mind and spirit from agitation. He rebuked the "natural state" of things where the external affects the individual, and instead seeks abstinence from all things human so that the hollowed internal in in control and affects the chaotic external. He seeks knowledge and understanding in all things, to touch but not be stained by all colors. He refrains from all things sexual or overtly romantic. He resists strong feelings that cause confusion, but welcomes strong feelings that focus him. He despises disorder, and follows strict doctrine that must always keep him steadfast, strong, and hollow. He meditates to attune himself to the Force - the only natural power to be revered - to become quality whereby the self is pushed out from the appetite and cleansed of physical impurity to idyllically transcend into the Force.
Aibhne can love as a belief in the tenets he follows, and therefore hate all that which those tenets oppose. But he cannot love or hate as an emotion or a base connection. As a doctrine, yes. As a selfish desire, no. So therefore he hates all that feeds the self, and all that feeds others' selves on his behalf. He cannot give to that concept, and therefore does not love other people or hate them; though does love and hate their qualities. E.g. Aibhne could have a partner in the faith, but would not satisfy their personal desires as they relate to fleshly carnalities. In this way he could have a spouse, though they would never indulge each other beyond serving the selfless and hollow creed. Procreation then can be a duty to swell the ranks of the faithful, but not an intimacy shared between lust-flled mammals.
In short, the with seek freedom to do all for the self in Aibhne's eyes, while he seeks to deny the freedoms of the self. Through this reasoning, Aibhne seeks peace, knowledge, and serenity as a hollow being; a cup to let the Force flow into, the purest form of life: barren. So Aibhne therefore gains nothing, but is the Force as a vehicle of its influence.
| Secret misses of the soul. Foeman. A stalwart Jedi Knight, Aibhne Tibbot thanklessly serves the galaxy towards the goal of peace and stability, whether advocated or not. With dozens of apprenticeship and knightly missions under his belt, he takes his journey down a more dangerous path against the evils of shadow and their agents of chaos. These are the villains of his extreme obsession - be they Sith or Jedi. |
In particular, Aibhne seeks to gift other with comforts he himself refuses, both in hypocrisy and purity; sometimes fickle in his spiteful jealousy even as he grants opportunity, and other times is appreciative of certain pleasurable delights. He is in a constant state of denial, though would term it trial, yet incredibly willful and stubborn; emphatically willing to suffer those daily trials. He is judgmental and often times defensive, abrasive to overly forward attempts and yet longs for companionship over anything else; whose feelings are secretly indiscriminate of where that affection comes from.
The Phalanx This brotherhood is the brainchild of the apostolic Jedi Knight Aibhne Tibbot consisting of a trusted few within the Jedi Order, a secret society of consequentialists and crusaders who see a dire need for action. The esoteric oath: "Courage, our commitment. Fervor, our fidelity. Benediction, our bond. We are the shields to ruin. We are the Phalanx." |
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The Dawn of the Republic begins...
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