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Iril'dor Rai
"Do not meet hate with hate.
Meet it with purpose."
Qui-Gon Jinn
Courage. You could ask a thousand beings to define the term, and they would all give you a different answer, but the same meaning would be conveyed. What is courage, really? In the truest sense of the term it is the ability to do something that frightens one. As a Jedi, this word means so much more to me now.
Humble beginning ushered in a kind of fame as I was inducted into the Jedi Order. My studies were effortless, and the vice of pride had gripped it's icy claws around my destiny. Had it not been for those who cared about me I could be writing this story from a very different perspective.
As a Padawan I craved respect, acknowledgement, and I would do whatever it took to achieve my notion of success. For as much as I clung to my image of what the perfect Jedi was, my reality would soon be shattered. I entered the Trials and my illusions of Knighthood were dashed as, to my astonishment, I discovered what failure meant.
I was not ready, not close. I fell into a cloud of bitterness that threatened to consume me lest for the careful tutelage of my masters, and I returned to the Trials a year later more prepared and a truer representation of what a Jedi should be.
My passion for the lightsaber was discouraged from my youngest days in the Order, but the Council saw fit to guide me along my journey as a Guardian and, later, a Weapons Master and finally as the Battlemaster. As a Knight I was mentored closely by an Iridorian lightsaber instructor who taught me more about the philosophy of the Force than the skills I would need to become one of the foremost combatants in an order of peacekeepers.
I rose steadily through the Order's ranks, a hawkish voice in the monastic organization. I sought daily after the peace and understanding of the Force to temper the chaotic lifestyle I had chosen. I devoted my livelihood to the mastery of not only the lightsaber but other weapons, and bloodshed dominated my life. When surrounded by battle it is never easy to walk the path of light, but through the guidance of those far wiser than me and dedication I was able to stay firmly planted on the narrow path.
Courage can also be described as strength in the face of pain or grief. I thought I knew what it meant to be courageous and to possess valor after charging headfirst into numerous gory engagements, but I would not take the true meaning to heart until I met Naomi. A Kiffar girl, she had been beaten, abused, and broken in her childhood but had sought the Jedi out on her own after the legendary tales drew her to the galaxy's capital.
Drawn to her, I took up not only a master-apprentice relationship with her but a bond that would change my outlook on life and the Force. I watched this girl grow in the Force, and in doing so I grew in the Force.
She became fit to handle tasks on her own nearing the jump to Knighthood, but I placed too much responsibility on her. In retrospect I was careless, stupid, and foolish to allow her to investigate the drug dealer that had reputedly been selling to one of her peers. Naomi would go on to discover a chain of dealing that extended much farther than I or the Order could've anticipated.
The Thursday seemed much like the hundreds of others I had awoken to, except that Naomi was gone, permanently. I left immediately, a Jedi Knight scorned, a dangerous combination. It did not take me long to track the cartel down, and I hack and slashed my way to the holding cell to find a mortally wounded girl lying in a prison cell.
Inside was the cartel's head, a balding man of forty who stood over her with a bloodstained leather whip and a small but powerful blaster. I was confronted with a decision. The man posed no threat to me or Naomi (the damage had already been done), and for all I knew at the time my young apprentice would still be saved.
Time slowed. Little did I know that the first time I would ever face the reality of courage was in a damp gray cell in Coruscant's belly. I was faced with two options. Strike down the man in anger, end his puny existence and do the galaxy a favor, or take the path I had been trained to and secure him into custody and risk my padawan's life in the process.
The glint in Naomi's eyes told me she had already made the decision for me. The slight nod towards the man, the demanding look on her face, made me realize I could not give in to the dark path I was treading. The hardest thing I have ever done was shut my lightsaber down, throw the slaver into stasis, and carry both my apprentice and this pitiful excuse for a human out of the cavernous depths of Coruscant's underworld.
Naomi died soon after, and the criminal was sentenced to a few hundred years of prison and hard labor, a fitting but unsatisfying end. I learned that day that anyone can wield a weapon... but reason is a much more difficult tool to wield.
Basic Information
Name: Iril'dor RaiGender: Male
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 188 lbs.
Faction: New Jedi Order
Rank: Battlemaster, High Councilor
Force Powers:
- Telekinesis
- Force Speed
- Force Push
- Force Pull
- Affect Mind
- Electric Judgement
- Force Valour
- Revitalize
- Shatterpoint
Lightsaber Forms:
Form III - Soresu: Mastered
Form IV - Ataru: Mastered
Form VII - Vaapad: Mastered
Equipment:
- Jedi Lightsaber x2
Icy blue and crimson. Both hilts can be connected to form a double bladed lightsaber. Internal Force activated ignition.
- Ultrachrome Greatsword
- Jedi Robes
- Combat Suit
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