Evan Jarin Tedronai

[Dawyn]

Evan Jarin Tedronai

Evan just before the Tragedy at Ilum.


Give me your trust, said the wise Jedi,
On my shoulders I support the sky.
Trust me to know and to do what is best,
And I will take care of the rest.
But trust is the color of distrust growing.
Trust is the color of young blood flowing.
Trust is the color of a soul’s last breath.
Trust is the color of death.

Give me your trust, said the Exile on his throne,
For I rule by my own strength all alone,
Trust me to lead and to judge and to rule,
and no one will think you a fool.
But trust is the sound of a betrayer’s bark.
Trust is the sound of a saber in the dark.
Trust is the sound of a soul's last breath.
Trust is the sound of death...

-A song Evan can be heard singing softly to himself from time to time.

General Information:
Age: 27

Species: Human

Height: 6’0

Weight: 216

Eye Color : Brown

Hair Color: Light Brown

Homeworld: Unknown, Jedha.

Gender: Male

FACTION: None.

RANK: Former Jedi Knight.

FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes


Personality:

Evan tends to have a world weary, cynical view of the galaxy, and much of that makes it across into his demeanor and temperament. Having effectively been raised as an orphaned child soldier whose only family were his comrades, most of whom ended up being killed either by their enemy or by the betrayal of their own commander, while being told it was not appropriate to feel strong emotions or fall in love can do that to someone. Despite his gruff demeanor, beneath all the pain, pessimism, and disillusionment, he is still an idealist of sorts: a remnant of his Jedi upbringing that says, just maybe, and with a herculean effort, there may be an opportunity to build a better world. This can be seen in his interactions with his friends and those few he still allows himself to care about in a random, chaotic galaxy that can bring death to anyone at any moment.


Gear and Possessions*:

2x 4C-Blaster Pistols and Associated Powerpacks

1x set of Jedi Robes, black and grey.

1x Set of Clovoc Medium Armor

1x Nerf Herder Light Freighter

1x Terrex Speeder Bike


*Generic gear to be replaced by approved tech gear once more has passed muster.

Biography:

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Where the infant who would later become the Jedi Knight by the name of Evan Jarin Tendronai was born is a mystery, one that, unfortunately, is not a particularly uncommon one in a galaxy ravaged by war, famine, crime, and depression. The best guess of the ramshackle, underfunded orphanage on Corellia where he was “adopted” by the Jedi in return for a “donation” is that he was the son of one of the countless millions of refugees fleeing the chaos of the Hundred Year Darkness, only different from them in that he was capable of learning the ways of the Force. Not that it was their fault given that he was handed over to them by the haggard-looking woman who claimed to be a social worker that simply thrust the baby into the arms of the barely functional receptionist droid with a nametag before huffing out and never being seen again, either due to a bureaucratic slip-up or just because there were thousands of war orphans for every social worker and by the time she got around to him again, one of them was likely to be dead. Either way, his “childhood”, if being trained and indoctrinated to fight from the time he could form a sentence could be called that, would truly begin with his training at the Jedi Temple on Jedha.


The training he faced was tough, and in many aspects rushed. Gone were the times when Padawans had years to meditate on the complexities of the Force, their connection to it, and their larger role in the galaxy, carefully guided by wise mentors with decades of experience in war, diplomacy, and life. No, the goal of Jedi education during these troubled times was not holistic-it was dedicated almost solely to the ways of war, presided over by mentors barely a decade older than him or a decade into senility at best, as every truly skilled teacher was needed, and dying, at the front. After all, one couldn’t waste time on trivial things like philosophy and critical thinking when you were expected to called a “knight” by the age of fifteen, and to truly earn that title if one survived their first couple of years at the front. Few of his friends from the Order did.

The war would prove to be particularly long and difficult for Evan, given that in addition to his moderate competency in the typical force skills of the Jedi and a slightly better than average mastery of the Shien form of lightsaber combat, he was particularly talented with sensing and altering the environment around him. This was a blessing and a curse-it made him relatively unique among his fellow Jedi, but that made his superior’s expectations-and criticism-of him that much higher. He could easily enough, for example, let his senses range over the lower winds to discover an enemy’s position, and perhaps bind a few of them with flows of air. He could find and draw forth hidden water deposits in the desert if they were relatively close to the surface and small enough, or heat a few small shards of metal to lethal temperatures and fling it at his enemies. It was much, much more difficult to explain to his commanders that with his level of mastery and connection to the Force that attempting to wrest enough of the highest winds to create a violent storm capable of slowing their enemy’s advance or calling down massive forks of lightning on their positions on a sunny day with no preexisting favorable conditions could easily kill him, and perhaps even the greatest of Force wielders. It was only after he had passed out and nearly died four times from attempting to do too much that their expectations began to fall more in line with reality.

The stress of constant battles, along with the loss of many of his friends, and the strict rules of the Order that held sway over much of his life had already pushed him close to leaving the Jedi before the tragedy at Ilum. He held back largely because, at the end of a grueling day where yet another person he cared about was lost in a seemingly random way out of his control, he could tell himself he was doing something good for the Galaxy. That the Jedi, at least, stood for something separate and apart from most others. That once the war was over, there would be peace, and perhaps he could finally use his power for something other than killing or aiding in the slaughter of others.

That illusion was shattered when the Jedi Grandmaster, the paragon who every Jedi was supposed to look up to, betrayed them. Dozens,if not hundreds, of his brothers and sisters fell, and he did not even want to fathom how many of their foes died. Evan barely escaped becoming a casualty himself by ripping up a desperate shield of hardened ice just moments before a sharp tendril of pure Dark Side energy that seemed bent on slicing him in two slammed into it and sent him flying hard into a frozen cliffside. When he woke up, sore and chill in every part of his body that he knew of and then in quite a few places he had never been aware of, it was quiet. There was not a single sound but the pained howling of the wind, as if someone had struck a dagger into the very heart of Ilum itself. All that was left around him of the once holy world was a frozen, blackened hellscape devoid of life, a perfect metaphor for what remained of credibility of the Order. By the time he had struggled back to Jedha along with the few survivors of the battle, he had made up his mind. He was done with the Jedi and their strict way of life. He was going to follow his own path however he damn well pleased-he had more than earned it. Leaving his lightsaber in his quarters and departing secretly in the middle of the night with only the clothes on his back and a few credits, he struck out to forge his own path.

Drifting for a time, he eventually came to settle on the volcanic Midrim world of Sho-Torun. Although the monarchy and the ore dukes were not particularly pleased to welcome a former Jedi to their world, their attitude began to shift when he revealed that he was capable of sensing, if he was deep enough in their mine shafts, ore veins and where to best dig to get at them. This, and his ability to coax out impurities from their most rare and treasured metals, swayed their opinion, and he was given permission to live, work, and pursue his studies of the Force-if he did it quietly and without letting others know he was a former Jedi. And thus his new life began, on a fiery, volcanic world that could not be any more different from the frozen wastes of Ilum where his old one had ended.

 

[GABA]

Hey! For your armor and weapons, you can pick from here on what your character has. Otherwise you'd need to submit a tech write up for your weapons and armor and other tech gear.

 

[Dawyn]

Hey! For your armor and weapons, you can pick from here on what your character has. Otherwise you'd need to submit a tech write up for your weapons and armor and other tech gear.

Added!

@GABA Ren

 

[GABA]

Approved.