Tzeentch
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"Just how far are you willing to go in order to achieve the goal you so desperately sought these many years? Are you so willing to sacrifice everything that you ever cared for to ensure that you can witness nothing but a mere glimpse of its completion before even you perish from careless wounds? If so. . .
Perhaps, you and I, have something in common. . ."
- Sajer to Unknown Individual
AUDIO FILE R-122.67V3 - Ar'kan, Sajer Carolus - "The Past" - AUDIO FILE ALTERED FOR LISTENER CONVENIENCE
I was born somewhere upon the many plains of Corellia to a rural village, distant from the cities. It was a small farming community, there was nothing special about it. The people were distant, yet friendly, willing to help one another in their times of need. My family too was welcoming and willing to ensure the peace of the home that they had known all their lives. In fact, out of everyone, my parents were, perhaps, the most likely of the villagers to lend a place for strangers that passed through the village to stay a night. Those of my blood were Olan Ar'kan, my father, Jessari, my mother, and Karlon, my elder brother by four years. My grandparents had passed away years before either Karlon or I were born, so I do not know what they were like, other than tales told by my parents.
As for our home, it was secluded from the other families in the community. It was located near the edge of the forest that bordered the outskirts of the village, a small patch of land used for farming, and another for woodworking. The farmland, off all the families, was to provide subsistence for the village, as well as food that would be shipped to the cities for civilian and military use. However, as well as owning a small area for farming, the Ar'kan family had another that they used to make simple objects made of wood - primarily furniture. Such items were mostly concentrated to the village alone, as they were easy enough to make and repair given time, and no one in the village had the means to purchase fancy furnishings for their abodes, nor did they feel the need to. Life was simple and no one felt the need to change it.
However, even with the satisfied desire for peace and simple lives, it would not last. After fourteen years of working on the fields and in the woodwork, this peace that the families of this forgotten piece of land sought was shattered.
You see, my brother, Karlon, had started acting strangely about five years ago when I was nine and he, thirteen. At first, he would simply shy away from others, slowly secluding himself to his room more and more as time passed. Then he began to speak to himself.. or rather, to someone that wasn't there. And finally, he seemed to had fallen into an inescapable pit of paranoia. My parents were too busy to notice, working day in and day out, most of the time they would return home, exhausted. I however, realized that something was wrong, and had planned to bring the topic of Karlon's health to them the next opportunity I had, which would be the early morning the day after, before they set out into the fields and village again...
That day never came.
"Of those sacrifices.. have you ever taken the life of one you cared for to survive..?
I have."
I have."
I have no desire to linger upon the subject that follows, for it is a tale that I feel that is better laid to rest. I will, however, tell you in detail, as not to leave a gap within my past.
I had awoken to see nothing but an inferno consuming my home, the one I had grown up in for the past seventeen years of my life. No matter where I sent my gaze, the floor, the walls, the ceiling - it all was licked by fire. Vases, tables, chairs, all aflame and many smashed to fragments. I sought for a way out, but all of the exits were blocked by the ravenous flames. Then, in an attempt to find anyone else that might have still been inside, I was.. attacked from behind, sending me to the ground by a strike to my back. Looking up, I saw someone that I had not expected. Whether it was due to him being inside the flaming home or for being the one to attack me in the first place, I do not know.
Karlon, badly burned, had struck me with a splintered, wooden leg, perhaps from the table or one of the chairs. Over half of it was freshly stained red.
He, in a fit of psychological paranoia, had set fire to our home, killed Jessari, in her sleep, and Olan, with great resistance, and then sought to kill me. I don't know what he hoped to accomplish, if anything, but he had destroyed this peaceful life, nor do I know if it was even of his own will. Although, there was one thing I knew as he neared in order to end my life.
Only one of us would survive.
It took but mere seconds - he rushed towards me screaming, his makeshift weapon flailing. I crawled back, hands grasping for anything to protect myself with. A sudden pain shot through my right arm, and I leaped forth, tackling Karlon to the ground and lashed downward. There was a jet of blood. And another..
My vision cleared just enough for me to see my brother grabbing at my arm, the one that held the shard of broken ceramics in the side of his throat. Blood flowed freely from his wound and mouth as he struggled to pull my arm away, eyes mad and filled with pain and confusion. Then he reached for the wooden leg stained with the blood of our parents..
I tore the shard from him and struck down.
Again.
And again..
And again...
Even when I felt nothing but agony coursing its way across my flesh, I continued, over and over, until I saw nothing but darkness, with pain being my only companion.
"One might ask if I regret killing my brother.. I do not - for, if I hadn't, I wouldn't be standing before you now."
The events that followed shortly after are not known to me. According to witnesses, the building had collapsed under the unrelenting blaze and a Jedi, who had been spending the night in the village, rushed to the burning building and eventually pulled me from its wreckage. Accounts are varied, from the Jedi using the Force to lift fallen parts of the structure away, from him simply leaping into the burning ruin, but they all ended the same - he saved my life. Now, I'm sure you've heard many stories of how beings escaped life or death situations with nothing but a scratch. I assure you..
This is not one of those stories.
My life still would have ended shortly afterward due to the injuries I suffered from. Numerous bones fractured and broken from the roof collapsing, internal bleeding, and third-degree burns across the entirety of my body. I was told that the Jedi, with our community lacking a fully equipped medical facility, raced me all the way to a city. I am unsure as to how I survived for so long, as the village, as previously stated, was distant from anywhere of such size, but he did. Even with the proper facilities, chances of my survival were low. My injuries were more than severe. But, after extensive surgery, as minutes turned to hours, and hours to days, medical personnel believed I would pull through.
Through the swift actions of a Jedi, while not well, I am alive.
Several years passed and I slowly healed within the walls of the medical facility. However, my body was scarred, old wounds preventing me from utilizing physical movements I was once capable of doing. I had become feeble. Doctors had offered cybernetic enhancements or outright replacements, as well as reconstructive surgery, numerous times, but every time I turned them down. I was thankful, to them and the Jedi, but I felt the need to prove my own strength and will and overcome what had befallen me, as well as to have it serve as a reminder of what I had been through. Against the words of medical personnel and my agonized body, I steadily worked to restore what had been lost to the fire. Over the next few years, my strength slowly returned. Even then, my scars kept me from becoming even more so.
That didn't keep me from trying.
"Whilst I serve the Order with undying loyalty.. Sometimes, one must be.. brutal to achieve their goal."
It took three years since I was first admitted until I was deemed physically and mentally healthy enough to leave. As for being healthy enough, my body remained scarred, restricting my physical abilities greatly. Thus, while I healed, I sought out knowledge of tactics, strategies, and logistics, for I had only one goal in mind - to join the Jedi Order and serve it faithfully until my life ended, one way or another. My body, while strong from years of work and dedication, was still weak, so, instead, I trained my mind for the day I would serve the Order. Still, I firmly believe I can hold my own should I stand against a skillful foe, but only time will tell me if I am truly capable of doing so.
From then onward, I set off from Corellia, my home, to seek out the Jedi.
My life is what I owe them, so it is with my life that I shall repay them.
The Legend of Sacul
The tale is still to be written. . .
NAME: Ar'kan, Sajer Carolus
SPECIES: Human
GENDER: Male
AGE: 33 Standard Years
HEIGHT: 1.85 Meters full height
WEIGHT: 84.4 Kilograms
EYES: Gray
SKIN: Caucasian
HAIR: Dark Brown
AFFILIATION: New Jedi Order
RANK: Padawan
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Grotesque scarring - Vast majority of his body has suffered from second and a few third degree burns in the past. Blinded left eye. Missing left ear.
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
SIDE NOTES:
SHIP: N/A
GEAR: *Most of his gear was lost just prior to his arrival on the planet Sacul. However, he is looking to replacing any equipment as soon as he can.
ATTRIBUTES:
FORCE ABILITIES:
LIGHTSABER FORMS:
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
PERSONALITY:
SPECIES: Human
GENDER: Male
AGE: 33 Standard Years
HEIGHT: 1.85 Meters full height
WEIGHT: 84.4 Kilograms
EYES: Gray
SKIN: Caucasian
HAIR: Dark Brown
AFFILIATION: New Jedi Order
RANK: Padawan
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Grotesque scarring - Vast majority of his body has suffered from second and a few third degree burns in the past. Blinded left eye. Missing left ear.
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
SIDE NOTES:
Sajer is capable of quality woodwork. Unfortunately, he lacks the proper facilities to do large scale projects - instead, he spends time whittling small, wooden figures, usually animals. On occasion, if asked by a someone close to him, he can can whittle something for them, even those similar to people.
SHIP: N/A
GEAR: *Most of his gear was lost just prior to his arrival on the planet Sacul. However, he is looking to replacing any equipment as soon as he can.
ATTRIBUTES:
STRENGTH:
ΘΘΘΘΘΘΘΘΘΘ - Through determination and work, Sajer has restored some of his previous strength to the point where he is slightly stronger than the average human.DEXTERITY:
ΘΘΘΘΘΘΘΘΘΘ - Due to old wounds, Sajer is ill capable of fleet footwork. Although, one should note that while not exactly agile, his strikes are swift.CONSTITUTION:
ΘΘΘΘΘΘΘΘΘΘ - Old scars have had a toll on Sajer's body, both external and internal, making him unable to take the same amount of punishment as the average human can take.INTELLIGENCE:
ΘΘΘΘΘΘΘΘΘΘ - Honing his mind to make up for his physical shortcomings, Sajer has a strong concept of tactics and is capable of discerning most situations at hand.WISDOM:
ΘΘΘΘΘΘΘΘΘΘ - Sajer can often see events through different perspectives, perhaps making him more wise than those of the same age.CHARISMA:
ΘΘΘΘΘΘΘΘΘΘ - Sajer is not one for speeches, but he can usually engage in conversations if need be. Instead, he often prefers to simply listen.FORCE ABILITIES:
Telekinesis
Force Sense
Force Jump
Force Sense
Force Jump
LIGHTSABER FORMS:
Basic understanding and execution of Shii-Cho. Although, Sajer displays interest in more defensive styles than others.
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
+ Tactical Mind - In an effort to make up for his body's limitations, Sajer has sought to improve his intellect. He has an understanding of tactics and strategy, but has yet to actually put anything to the test.
+ Strong Will - Surviving an event that would have killed most beings, Sajer had developed an incredibly strong will. This makes him significantly harder to interrogate and even to kill, should his vital organs remain untouched.
+/- Unwavering Loyalty - Owing his life to the Order, it is extremely difficult to try and sway Sajer from his path in aiding the Order in whatever way he can.
+/- Necessary Evil - Sajer believes that, under certain circumstances, one must be willing to take harsher measures - he is willing to take the life of another should the situation call for it, especially if it is to ensure the survival of any other Jedi. This may cause him to have confrontations with more conservative individuals and be more receptive to Dark Side influences.
- Old Scars - A vast majority of Sajer's body is covered in horrid scarring. This restricts his physical abilities greatly, even after working to improve them for years - this can be nullified if he was willing to enhance or replace certain limbs and organs, but Sajer is unwilling to do so, believing that he can overcome his limitations. However, his body isn't the only thing that is burdened by old scars - his past is something that weighs heavily on his mind.. Although, he is unlikely to admit such a thing to others and, in most cases, to himself.
- Troubled Thoughts - Although he does not outright display it, Sajer often thinks of the past. As he remembers mostly negative events, he brings himself unneeded stress.
+ Strong Will - Surviving an event that would have killed most beings, Sajer had developed an incredibly strong will. This makes him significantly harder to interrogate and even to kill, should his vital organs remain untouched.
+/- Unwavering Loyalty - Owing his life to the Order, it is extremely difficult to try and sway Sajer from his path in aiding the Order in whatever way he can.
+/- Necessary Evil - Sajer believes that, under certain circumstances, one must be willing to take harsher measures - he is willing to take the life of another should the situation call for it, especially if it is to ensure the survival of any other Jedi. This may cause him to have confrontations with more conservative individuals and be more receptive to Dark Side influences.
- Old Scars - A vast majority of Sajer's body is covered in horrid scarring. This restricts his physical abilities greatly, even after working to improve them for years - this can be nullified if he was willing to enhance or replace certain limbs and organs, but Sajer is unwilling to do so, believing that he can overcome his limitations. However, his body isn't the only thing that is burdened by old scars - his past is something that weighs heavily on his mind.. Although, he is unlikely to admit such a thing to others and, in most cases, to himself.
- Troubled Thoughts - Although he does not outright display it, Sajer often thinks of the past. As he remembers mostly negative events, he brings himself unneeded stress.
PERSONALITY:
A relatively calm and often serious demeanor is usually what most people would see when speaking to Sajer - he is someone that, in light of a series of events, firmly believes that intelligence, determination, and loyalty will play the greatest role in the future - his own, as well as the futures of those around him. While he has eased from his previous, more unforgiving nature, he still believes that in order to survive or to reach a greater goal, sometimes one must be willing to make the necessary sacrifice when the time calls for it.
As of recent, he prefers the natural life and relative peace that nature brings, often times traversing paths-less-traveled for a brief moment of solitude - primarily to think, if not to simply rest.
As of recent, he prefers the natural life and relative peace that nature brings, often times traversing paths-less-traveled for a brief moment of solitude - primarily to think, if not to simply rest.
ROLE-PLAYS:
MAIN:
JEDI ORDER:
STORY:
CHARACTER:
N/A
JEDI ORDER:
PADAWAN:
STORY:
CHARACTER:
N/A
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