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Tentative remake of this character.
A X T O N
Lost Jedi
A warrior lives, and a man dies.
Life continues on, that relentless fiend. Without mercy it pushes onward, a wayward threat to the galaxy's conscience.
All things of lament: war, pain, sorrow. They know no bounds. No limits. It feeds off of our budding lives, leeching our innocence and our prosperity.
Oh, where may I find that utopia that I had once lived?
Castell was where I began, a lonely child ridden upon the streets. I lived among the poor, a street urchin that was no different than the others. Hungry. Foolish. Yet I had an affinity for the greater forces around us, almost as if a gift, a scapegoat, from this tortured world that I knew. I was found by Jedi, and I felt wonder with every passing step. The cultural and technological center of the galaxy's finest—the foremost world, perhaps, of the entire Galactic Alliance and it's sibling, my patrons, the Jedi Order. Years passed as I became inducted into the organization, learning and molding from a youthful Padawan into a fledgling Jedi Knight. The whims and hopes of my naivety fueled my hope to help others—
—and then the Fall.
Oh, how it pried the innocence from my simple mind. A catastrophic catalyst of horror and suffering, as red streaked across the sky and ash blanketed upon the ground. Bodies littered the fissured earth, cannon blasts and spiraling ships, adding to my trepidation. Evil came marching on our doorstep, a malevolent band of villainy festering on once sacred grounds.
We were outmatched.
My skills heralded no salvation from their savage tricks. I was left raided of my vitality, dying in the very temple I had so come to love. My consciousness was left intact, however, long enough to witness a grainy broadcast of the Grandmaster's murder. The last of my energy I used to flee the vicinity, stowing away on group evading from Coruscant's underground.
I traversed the galaxy, a wanderer constantly maltreated from one destination to the next. A sour taste began to form in my mouth at the faces of iniquity that I saw, filthy spawns of their nature. I came at first a protector, a savior seeking to do the role that I had learned of in my youth. Yet as I sought to save the weak and uphold my values, I gained only maltreatment in return, an ungracious insult from those who did not feel as I did. The galaxy had changed, and soon, I did too.
Soon, I began to realize the true endangerment of freedom and solace. I was being hunted. Sith were on my tail, on our tails, seeking to extinguish the last flickering Light that was left of the galaxy.
Wickedness is breeding on these grounds, and continues to teem the galaxy with more objects of greed and malice. As the adversary grows, we too must pick up our feet and stand tall, for if we do not we shall be struck down as sheep, dumb before our execution.
So let us gather, and revive the Jedi once more.
A X T O N
Lost Jedi
A warrior lives, and a man dies.
Life continues on, that relentless fiend. Without mercy it pushes onward, a wayward threat to the galaxy's conscience.
All things of lament: war, pain, sorrow. They know no bounds. No limits. It feeds off of our budding lives, leeching our innocence and our prosperity.
Oh, where may I find that utopia that I had once lived?
Castell was where I began, a lonely child ridden upon the streets. I lived among the poor, a street urchin that was no different than the others. Hungry. Foolish. Yet I had an affinity for the greater forces around us, almost as if a gift, a scapegoat, from this tortured world that I knew. I was found by Jedi, and I felt wonder with every passing step. The cultural and technological center of the galaxy's finest—the foremost world, perhaps, of the entire Galactic Alliance and it's sibling, my patrons, the Jedi Order. Years passed as I became inducted into the organization, learning and molding from a youthful Padawan into a fledgling Jedi Knight. The whims and hopes of my naivety fueled my hope to help others—
—and then the Fall.
Oh, how it pried the innocence from my simple mind. A catastrophic catalyst of horror and suffering, as red streaked across the sky and ash blanketed upon the ground. Bodies littered the fissured earth, cannon blasts and spiraling ships, adding to my trepidation. Evil came marching on our doorstep, a malevolent band of villainy festering on once sacred grounds.
We were outmatched.
My skills heralded no salvation from their savage tricks. I was left raided of my vitality, dying in the very temple I had so come to love. My consciousness was left intact, however, long enough to witness a grainy broadcast of the Grandmaster's murder. The last of my energy I used to flee the vicinity, stowing away on group evading from Coruscant's underground.
I traversed the galaxy, a wanderer constantly maltreated from one destination to the next. A sour taste began to form in my mouth at the faces of iniquity that I saw, filthy spawns of their nature. I came at first a protector, a savior seeking to do the role that I had learned of in my youth. Yet as I sought to save the weak and uphold my values, I gained only maltreatment in return, an ungracious insult from those who did not feel as I did. The galaxy had changed, and soon, I did too.
Soon, I began to realize the true endangerment of freedom and solace. I was being hunted. Sith were on my tail, on our tails, seeking to extinguish the last flickering Light that was left of the galaxy.
Wickedness is breeding on these grounds, and continues to teem the galaxy with more objects of greed and malice. As the adversary grows, we too must pick up our feet and stand tall, for if we do not we shall be struck down as sheep, dumb before our execution.
So let us gather, and revive the Jedi once more.
