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"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." |
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
Stastistical Overview
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. |
Skills & Abilities
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.
Inventory & Possessions
Robes, general utilities, odds and ends, cyan lightsaber with a tarnished hilt, and an old letter.
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Biography
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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. |
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. |
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