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Elias, the first Ophuchi
There is a legend dozens of centuries old that tells the story of a great ancient order, the Order of the Jedi Bendu. This tale, still unconfirmed even by the descendants of the Jedi Bendu, has been covered up for millennia, but there are still those descendants who believe it as gospel truth. This is a story of corruption and treachery, a story of betrayal and destruction, a story of conspiracy and a loss so powerful that, if it were true, would devastate the very foundations this galaxy currently stands upon. If the descendants of these supposed Jedi Bendu are to believed, it is this fact that will prevent the truth from every being known.
Two thousand years ago, according to legend, the Jedi Bendu Order was split into two new groups after the treachery of the Jedi Bendu leader and the Supreme Chancellor of the time. One of these groups was the Jedi Order, which headquartered itself on Ossus at the behest of the Supreme Chancellor. The other was a group that journeyed far beyond the most distant star into the furthest corners of the Unknown Regions. They’ve never been heard from, assuming they even exist.
But these two weren’t the only splinter groups that came from this schism. The legend states that various organizations cropped up with ties to the Jedi Bendu. Beyond these factions are also descendants of the Jedi Bendu that live on their own. Until recently, I was one of the descendants who did not know who they were, living in the remote settlements of Halm my whole life. Now it’s time to bring together these Jedi Bendu offspring, as my ancestors would have wanted.
For it is written, the Ophuchi shall inherent the desert.
Physical appearance
I am simple Human. Although I was once a strong farm laborer, my time away from the farm combined with my overall lack of physical activity has caused my body to become frailer than it once was, leading to a weaker state than I might have had if I had stayed on my world. Now I am but an old man, bald and becoming even weaker by the day. I still have many years left in me, but my usefulness with anything but wisdom is long since gone. Now I just watch the worlds around me with my deep blue eyes, above which, on the forehead beneath my bald temple, is a tattoo of an ancient sigil that, I’m told, came from the Jedi Bendu.
Personality and traits
This is a galaxy teetering on the edge of a dangerously large precipice. It won’t take much to push it over into the abyss. Only through salvation can the galaxy be put back onto the right track, a path of good and righteousness, but that path won’t be traveled for many, many years. Someday, there will be a chosen one who will lead us into the light. Until then, I can only hope to help preserve the past so, one day, someone can protect the future.
To do so, I have to remain committed to my goal. All that matters is the establishment of a home for the descendants of the Jedi Bendu, a home that will be deep within the desert, a desert that the good book tells us that we are to watch over. There are few of us so far, but I hope that, in the days ahead, our numbers grow and we can have a thriving civilization where one would least expect it.
Something I always try to remember is to not lose perspective. I believe very strongly that there is such a thing as too much devotion to a cause. Devotion of too large a degree can lead to fanaticism, which in turn can bring untold horrors, even the horrors that the fanaticism was meant to do away with. As the prophet Michael said, the measure of a man can be found in his measure of devotion to those he cares for the most. Devotion is a double-edged sword.
Likes and dislikes
My life began on the planet Halm in the Mid Rim, where I was born and raised long before it decided to accept the Republic’s offer to become a protectorate of the Republic. We had knowledge of the outside world, as there were open hyperspace lanes to the Outer Rim before the Republic ever found our world, but we chose to ignore most of it.
Growing up in the desert of the world, I came to realize that likes and dislikes are fleeting, at least in my experiences. There is very little to like or dislike in a life like that. I suppose if I had to choose a dislike, I would choose the current state of the galaxy and how it operates. I don’t think that needs further explanation.
Strengths and weaknesses
I am an old man. There is very little I can do physically. I carry no weapon save for a dagger that has been passed down my family for generations. I’m told it has a special historical significance, but I have no idea how or why. All I know is that I can only use it to protect me. My true strength is the strength of my mind, my intellect. It’s one of the few things that have kept me alive, and the one thing that can help me accomplish my goals. I have no ace in the hole. I only have myself.
Biography
It's been so many years since my birth. I'm seventy now, and the years have gone by so fast and there have been so many that sometimes it's hard to keep track of them all. That day I broke my leg on the farm seems like yesterday, yet I know it was fifty years ago. Life is a blur.
I was born on Halm, a modest and humble place. Where I come from is nothing more than a desert. I remember the day my father died… He'd worked his whole life to provide for me and my mother, and yet, in the grand scheme of things, accomplished nothing of any significance to anyone other than his family. How is it that someone can break their back everyday and just barely get by?
But my mother and father were loving, compassionate people. We were poor moisture farmers in the desert wastes, but they still tried to provide me with the best upbringing they could. What they lacked in commodity was made up for in love and devotion to family. They instilled in me the values and commitment I would need for the rest of my days in this ever-fleeting journey we call life.
Halm was my home for most of my life. I only left it about ten years ago, working side-by-side with my parents until they died only to take over their farm once they were gone.
That was, of course, until I discovered my true destiny.
My spirit was breaking in the desert. I had no wife, no family, and I was working for what seemed like nothing. Then she came to me in a vision. I had no idea who she was or what she wanted, but she was so very beautiful. She called herself Kara, but as I looked closer I no longer saw just a beautiful woman. I saw an angel blazing with the light of God calling me towards a greater purpose. She spoke the will of the Force, and I felt its power flow through me. She told me about the Jedi Bendu, and I realized that I had to bring the children of the Jedi Bendu together.
For the last ten years, I've searched the galaxy for signs of Jedi Bendu heritage. I've found some possible descendants, but nothing conclusive. Kara never gave me the gift to know the truth with certainty, but that is a blessing in and of itself. The idea that any one person could know the truth leads not to purpose and conviction, but to arrogance and zealotry. And if the a day comes when my descendants ever face such a fate, I don't want to imagine what might happen.
Yet even with the possible descendants, I still felt empty. Kara told me that my people were to be simple, not extravagant. We were to remain a closely guarded secret, waiting for the time when the destiny of all our children and our children's children would be made manifest.
I knew that a humble home was where our destiny would lie, but I could not return to Halm. There were too many strong memories there. So we settled deep in the desert of Tatooine, close enough to settlements so we could seek supplies when needed, but far enough outside them to avoid interfering with anyone else. The Force led me to Tatooine, and it was on Tatooine where we would stay and wait—even if we had to wait thousands of years.
The waiting was worse than anything. We were on Tatooine for a year by the time I started becoming demoralized. I had already searched for stronger signs of Jedi Bendu heritage for eleven years by that point, yet had found nothing.
So unless I find something soon, even my faith may waver.
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