Cade Varr
Jedi Master
Jedi Master
Character:
“My name is Cade Varr.”
Those were the first words I ever spoke to him. I could see his power and intention in the Force. The Jedi Knight knew my sister, and although she denied it, I was sure she had known him and that was why he sought me out. He wanted to know who I was, he asked me what I had seen. A tactless thing to ask a blind man, but subtlety had never been the Jedi’s forte. He did seem embarrassed, though, when he realised his faux pas. I did not take it personally. I had enough on my mind without such trivial things getting to me.
He asked, so I told him. Brought to the Jedi with my sister, when she was five and I was a babe in arms, I had never known my parents. I don’t lament that, not now. The Jedi are my family now. All I have from my real parents is a blue stone that I used to wear on a necklace, but now it has a place in my lightsaber. I see myself in the Force in that stone. My sister had a green one and she used it in her own lightsaber. That blade has been lost now, but the green stone hangs around my neck.
I remember the day I got it, many years ago now, as if it were yesterday. It was the first time I felt real loss. I was fourteen then and my sister, five years my senior, was gone. They asked me if I needed any help coping. I asked for her lightsaber. Subdued from the happy boy I had been, I learned to deal with life without her. I carried her sword, the green stone residing inside the hilt felt like her. When I had to craft my own blade I took the stone from hers and replaced the parts in the stores. I had no need for them, the stone was all that was precious to me. When I look at it, through the Force, I see her. Not her face, or her body, but her essence is with that stone, and now I carry it with me, in a lightsaber; not my first, but a second I constructed, her spirit living on as I bear it, fighting through me.
My practice of Soresu reflects my new found patience. I loved to practice lightsaber combat, it was like she was there with me, when I used her blade. And when I held it, the pain went away. Now, like her, the pain has gone forever. I awaited a master to take me on my own journey. I was ready to walk my own path. That began when the wookie Jedi master, Dewbecca, took me for training. I trained under him for a time, furthering my power, and took to the challenges that awaited. I told him of my training, the challenges I undertook. Especially the mission to Coruscant, investigating a dreaded slaving ring, managing even to free a number of slaves myself. After that I was knighted and began to pass on my own knowledge of the Force, bearing my own blue blade, vying to be a good Jedi.
I took on apprentices myself, and constructed that second green lightsaber, with my sister's crystal. I vyed for a long time to become a great Jedi, working on a combination of great duelling, mastery of the force, and gaining experience and wisdom, two invaluable assets for anybody. It was not too long until I was once again promoted to the rank of Jedi Master, and still i was eager and happy to prove myself, and learn to become better still. The proof of this was clear, when, shortly after the great schism, I was appointed to serve on the Jedi Council, under my own former master, Dewbecca, who had been made the grandmaster of the order.
Roleplays:
Missing
Getting Off This Painfully Humid Rock
Nightmarish Unrest
Jedi Conclave on Ossus
Teardrops of an Order
Training:
The Training of Cade Varr
Avero Nevari
Refel Ezer
Khameir
Zerachiel Azariah
Krisa Hayema
Anya Revani
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