Taven Avanchu

[Crusader]

Taven Avanchu

AGE: 25
RACE: Nautolan
SHIP: Sparrow's Edge

FACTION: Luminado Mercinaries
RANK: NC01/Padawan
SPECIFICATION: Fighter Pilot

FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
LIGHTSABER FORMS: Shii-Cho
GEAR: old tattered robes, double bladed lightsaber (blue)
POWERS:
Push
Pull
Jump
Force Telekenisis


I wasn't always as twisted and harsh as you see me now. I wasn't always the assassin hiding in the dark, waiting for the kill. There was a time when I was as innocent, good, and warm-hearted as they come. Weak. I was once...part of the Jedi! Only as a young pupil, however.

Fortunately, I was rescued. Rescued by one of their own who showed me the true identity of the Jedi. His name was Faros, a young human and a great friend to me. He was the one who found me as a small child and brought me to the Jedi council for inspection. Like most young force sensitives, they saw great strength in me and was confident I would become another one of their many pawns. So, when I came of age, my training began.

I, along with other younglings who hadn't been assigned to a master, was fed the regular lies that all Jedi taught their younglings. Fear, jealousy, and above all, hatred was the path to a darker side of the force. A Jedi's true strength came from meditation, a calm mind, and those who fought beside him. I took it in like a flower soaking in the sunlight. I was too young to deny their brainwashing methods and their weak teachings of purging all emotion. At times, Faros would be the teacher for the day.

He taught us that emotions were dangerous, but their was some strength in them and using them wasn't evil. In fact, it wouldn't even lead you to the darkside if you could control it and use your emotions for good. Or that's what he believed. Of course, the Jedi could not agree with these teachings. They spoke to him, and forbid him from teaching again until his views were changed accordingly. He would either change his teachings and his beliefs of the use of emotions with the force, or he would be exiled. Faros didn't give them the chance.

One night I was gently awoken by Faros, a look of anger in his face. I can remember the words he spoke to me just as if it happened yesturday. "Ive been decieved, Taven. They've lied to me and used me, and I won't allow them to do the same to you. Follow me, child." I grabbed my belongings the moment I understood what was happening. He didn't even have to ask me to follow. I would have gone with him whether he wanted me to or not. He was the my closest friend in the Jedi Order, and I had always wanted him to be my master.

So we ran. He fled to his home world, Nar Shaddaa, and there Faros began showing me the true power of the force. He taught me that anger was my greatest weapon, but letting it control you was weakness. If you could focus your anger into the force and use it for the good of others, you would become one of the most powerful beings in the universe, or so he told me. And so I took every second of Faros's teachings to heart, falling ever farther down to the dark side of the force.

When I became ten years old, Faros had finally found all the parts I need to construct my first lightsaber. All that was needed, was a crystal. It took countless months to find one, but Faros had finally retrieved one for me. He helped me with my first construction, and suggested I do something a little more difficult than a single bladed saber. I watched as he spent his time helping me construct what he called a double bladed lightsaber. Once it was done, he placed in my hands with a proud smile. The weight to it was something that was hard to get used to at first. The moment I first activated it, and those two blades of blue, firey energy came out of both ends of the saber, I became thirsty for battle. I felt like a powerful warrior just holding such a dangerous weapon in my hands.

But there were problems that came along with such a weapon. It was difficult to weild, and demanded a set amount of skills that at the time, I did not posses. It took years of training till I was finally able fight well enough with the double blades that I could actually defend myself in a battle. After this was done, and Faros had taught me all he knew, it was time to learn skills outside of the force. When I turned sixteen years of age, we stole two small ships from a shipyard and made for Tatooine. The deserts there were too vast and large for anyone to find us there. A good spot to practice my piloting skills.

At first I learned everything there was to know about a ship. The hyper drive core, the engines, targetting systems, weight capacity, everything that had to deal with a small fighter Faros taught me. This took several months until I was familiar with every part of the ship. Faros then proceeded to teach me evasive manuevers, falling into attack position, and how to fly smart when going up against another enemy pilot. I learned that I always had to be on the move. Act and react. There was no time to think, I had to almost let my instincts take over while piloting. Once I had nearly mastered these skills, Faros wanted to seek out a place were we could use these skills that I had learned and put them to use. We became mercenaries.

We went two good years without any sign of trouble, or any job that we couldn't complete. Of course, there is also that one time that things can go bad. And they did. We were ordered to ambush a transport carrying certain materials from Coruscant to Dantooine. We were to kill everyone onboard and take the materials back to our client on Nar Shaddaa. It seemed that the transport knew we were coming, because we were the ones who were ambushed.

We took out as many as we could, until we both took on fire. My ship was only slightly damaged, but Faros's ship had lost control. I watched helplessly as his ship crashed into an asteroid and was obliterated into a thousand pieces. I think even the ships attacking me could hear my screams as I watched the debris from Faros's ship float away into deep space. This was the moment I fell far beyond redemption. This was the moment I let go of my bonds and let my anger take control, just what Faros had warned me not to do. I killed them all one by one, shot down in anger and desperation for revenge. And when all the fighters were gone, I took out the transportation carrying the materials. I didn't care about finishing the job anymore. It was about revenge.

I was twenty years old the day my friend Faros was killed. For the next five years I roamed the galaxy in search of a new reason for living. My life was at Faros's side, watching and learning from him. And now that he was gone, I didn't know what to do. After those long years of searching and doing petty criminal jobs for credits, I found them. The Luminado Mercenaries. Each one of them was just like me, each one had a story to tell. And each of them worked as mercenaries for pay, just as I had with Faros. It felt wrong not to join them. So without a moments hesitation, I joined their ranks and called them my brothers and sisters. I swore my life to them, and to our leader, Lane Benadaro. The Luminado Mercenaries is where I belong and I believe it is were I am meant to be...my life belongs to them now.

ROLEPLAYS:
Reason for Living (Taven Avanchu's Training)