Gabriel

[Toska]

"There are moments when one has to choose between living one's own life, fully, entirely, completely-or dragging out some false, shallow, degrading existence that the world in its hypocrisy demands."

Gabriel
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Freedom is but a broken dream, a contradiction. From birth, we are given multiple freedoms; the freedom to live, the freedom to die, to love, to lust. However. We trade these in return for order; a system far greater than any individual. Where the individual fails, order prevails, providing security where only chaos otherwise awaits. A worthy trade, perhaps. No longer do we fear arbitrary acts of nature or conscience. No longer do we hide our freedoms from others, terrified that they may steal them from us. No longer do we have freedom of our own. Laws govern our behavior, dictate the direction for which our morality follows. We are given rights; to own, to speak, to live, but the freedom is gone. Artificial order, a contract signed prematurely.

Even before birth, our freedoms are stolen, replaced by rights. Our will is determined for us: We shall sign the contract. We shall abandon our freedom. That is the system in which we live. Choice is but an illusion propagated by the very system erected to protect us. We are fettered by these illusions. Some, however, sit above these mortal tethers. There, snobbishly perched above the rest sit the mighty, those who have attained freedom of their own. No illusions exist before their eyes, only truths; only freedom. They are solitary creatures, few in number, for very few can survive the journey.

They grasped power with their own hands, and with it they built a stairway--or perhaps a mountain, piled high with corpses, rotting under the sun. This strength that felled an invulnerable system took innumerable lives to obtain. Sacrifice is required for strength. No one is exempt. Blood forever stains their hands, a black blotch eating away at their souls. Such obscenity breeds only resentment, but for them, freedom is worth the cost. Once one recognizes the illusion, there can be no return. To stagnate is to die; those trapped in the illusion are but rotting shells of humanity. For those who are willing to stain themselves with evil, freedom is the highest goal.

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Stastistical Overview
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NAME: FACTION: RANK:

Gabriel Castelle N/A N/A

SPECIES: HOMEWORLD: AGE: GENDER: HEIGHT: WEIGHT:

Human Corellia 40 Male 5’11” 186 lbs.

EYES: HAIR: SKIN: FORCE SENSITIVE:

Gray Black Fair Yes

STRENGTH:	■■■■■■■■■■	Average physique, aged and worn but well-maintained.
DEXTERITY:	■■■■■■■■■■	Adroit and active, rather capable reflexes.
CONSTITUTION:	■■■■■■■■■■	Fair resilience but tempered with an aging immune system.
INTELLIGENCE:	■■■■■■■■■■	Naturally sharp mind, capable memory and critical thinking.
WISDOM:	■■■■■■■■■■	Practical and intuitive, passably wise.
CHARISMA:	■■■■■■■■■■	Charming and eloquent.

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Skills & Abilities
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Educated in the Force and its mysteries; trained in its practical application. Has a comprehensive understanding of telekinesis, tutaminis, and telepathy. Proclivity towards stealth, capable of concealing his abilities and presence before most Masters. Infatuated with powers of persuasion--from suggestion to domination--which affect the mind and one's mental state. Especially adept at instilling fear. Holds a lesser degree of proficiency in conjuring lightning and similar physical manifestations of energy.

On lightsaber combat; has an understanding of most traditional forms. Proficient in the use Soresu, Ataru, and Shii-Cho with varying degrees of success. Near mastery over Djem-so and Tràkata. Proficient in saberstaff and dual-saber combat academically, with a more intimate understanding of lightsaber pikes and lightwhips.

A practiced duelist in his youth, still demonstrates a proficiency with lighter weaponry.

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Inventory & Possessions
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Robes, general utilities, odds and ends, cyan lightsaber with a tarnished hilt, and an old letter.

Spoiler: Letter

Oh Gabriel, above all else, I understand you. I have always understood you... From that first day atop our lonely hill on, you wore your heart on your sleeve for me to see. You lock away your demons, but the moonlight in your eyes reveals them to me. Your footsteps carve hieroglyphics for me to read. I see you. You used to have the softest voice. You spoke timidly, eyes downcast and hidden... Oh but how they sparkled in the wake of an answer! You sought existence in their responses, cherishing each syllable. Those moments were your world; the affirmation that you were there too. And when you looked at me, those shining eyes grew warmer, as if for all the world I gazed into the heart of a star. Do you remember? We used to meet atop our lonely hill to watch the sun fall behind the horizon. Sitting there, hands entwined beneath fallen leaves, we waited for the first evening stars. We would gaze at the sky in silence until you spoke, always the same line: "So many lights. The sun goes down only so that the stars may rise. Without the stars, the night is dark indeed." To think how close we would become! A fairytale; an exiled prince and his love, passion sparked in the wake of poverty. When we first met, I hated you. Your clothes, your eyes, that diminutive voice... You must have pitied me, for you had everything: Servants to do all of the work, tutors to do all of the teaching, a mother who loved you and a father that cared... but you came to see me on our lonely hill. In the beginning, you tried to hide, unable to bare yourself to me. You tried oh so hard, but failed. The malnourished flower of nobility, snipped before given the chance to blossom, you were the very image of helplessness. I provided the sustenance for your growth, and in return, I demanded only your confidence. Eventually, you spoke of your mother and her constant illness. She was so very frail, and so very alone. Her own son abandoned her, fled the cage built to isolate them for the sake of our lonely hill. But I was happy: The cherished son forsook his own family for me! However, you were not always open with me. While you spoke at length of your mother, I can count on one hand the times you mentioned your father. Why was that, I wondered, listening even more keenly to your silence. The pieces were there; one had only to look. Your father did not exist in your life, the very mention of his name was anathema to you. He was the cause that you wanted only to forget, the reason you sought our lonely hill. But this is where our tale ends. You vanished suddenly, leaving me alone atop our lonely hill. I waited for you. Days passed; weeks; months, but you never returned. The house you spoke of with such resentment? Gone. Not even the floorboards remained. I wept for you, then. I knew not what occurred, but the emptiness you left behind remained. I fostered your empty heart in the meantime, a memento of your existence. Will you ever return? Together, we lived a dream, shouldered the weight of the world. I wish our time together never ended. But alas, wishes die in the same manner as dreams.

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Biography
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Tobias J. Fell, historian and archivist Gabriel Castelle, born 982 ABY in CoroNet City to Raphael Locke-Castelle (formerly Raphael Byron Locke) and Cassandra Jennings three months before the marriage between Maria Evelyn Castelle and Raphael Locke was announced. His father, fearing the potential scandal should his illegitimate son's existence be publicized, attempted to erase all records of Gabriel's existence. Until 988 ABY, Gabriel lacked CoroNet citizenship and familial claims. However, after the stillbirth of his first child with Maria Castelle and the untimely demise of Cassandra Jennings, Raphael brought Gabriel into the main family. The youth was granted access to an upper tier education and the privileges associated with his father's name; he was integrated seamlessly into the family until the birth of their daughter that following year. The birth of the legitimate heir caused friction in the Castelle household. Naomi Elena Castelle, named after her grandmother, former Senator of Corellia. Fortunately for the young Gabriel, Raphael maintained his position as head of the household in lieu of Maria's failed election for the congressional chair. He allowed Gabriel to continue living in his estate as a claim to his responsibility on the condition that the youth never approached the family home where Maria and Naomi stayed.

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Spoiler: Relationships

Relationships

ANDELKA	First acquaintance on Korriban.
ANDRASTE	Former lover and friend.
CALEB	Friend and partner.
CASIMIR	Friend, partner, fellow Sith, sister's murderer.
INIQUITOUS	Former training partner.
KRYNN	Second apprentice and former slave.
LECCHAMEMNON	Former master.
LUCIFER	First apprentice, adopted son.

Spoiler: Chronology

Chronology

DARK HEARTS	First day on Korriban; kills a Crusader with two fellow Acolytes and is reprimanded by a Darth for his actions.
EYES LIKE STARS	The after-party celebrating the Crusader's death.
RETRIBUTION'S WAKE	The repossession of an artifact stolen by a Dark Jedi cult; first inklings of romance between him and Andraste.
IN SOVEREIGN SHADOWS	Creating a lightsaber with crystals Andraste and Casimir obtained on a previous journey.
RABBIT'S HEART	Locked in a forgotten tomb on Korriban with Andraste.
FLAVELA FUNK	Crash landed on Dathomir.
DESERT SKEIN SAMBA	Onderon, chased by a bounty hunter with Caleb, saved by a Jedi Knight who later takes the pair to the Jedi Order as per their request.
JEDI JOINING JUBILEE	Appears before the Jedi Council with Caleb to plead their chase for joining the Order.
CHASING STRAYS	First assignment with newfound master, Lecchamemnon; ordered to murder citizens infected with the rakghoul disease to cleanse the spaceport.
THE STRINGS OF FATE	Metellos, with Lecchamemnon and Caleb, Casimir makes a reappearance.
FEEDING THE WOLVES	En route to Korriban to report his failure as a spy, meets a young Sith and a xenophobic terrorist group.
ON ANATHEMA TIDES	Onderon, schmoozing with the aristocracy, a fateful meeting with Lucifer.
THE DARK TOWER CRUMBLES	Onderon, days before the attack on Coruscant, confronted by Lecchamemnon, losing an eye and an arm to crush his former master's lungs and make his escape.
TIDAL LOCK	Ryloth, frees a young slave girl and adopts her as his second apprentice.

 

[Sreeya]

Ahh, I missed this dude.

 

[Endling vas Precious]

Nostalgia!

 

[Brand]

Awwwwwwwwwww yeahhhhhhhhhhhh

 

[Denzein]

Nicely done. Is the confidant on the hill an actual person, or just some figment of Gabriel's imagination?

 

[Sleven]

Psssssssh you stole this character from Gambler...

 

[Toska]

He must be a handsome fellow, this Gambler. I'm sure the two of us would get along swimmingly.

 

[Sleven]

I think you would too. For some odd reason I feel as if he wouldn't mind you copying this character...

 

[Denzein]

Because we love you. And we can always bullshit some reason to do a thread, I'm sure.

 

[Toska]

Edited for the timeskip (almost). Dunno where he's going to go now.