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Records of a Maverick: Vol. I
-Start of Recording-
"My name is Traven Oli, I feel the time of my end draws neigh, and I leave these recordings out of perhaps selfish desires. The Records of a Maverick, that is the name on which I cast upon my legacy. My peers would no doubt find it suiting, some even amusing.You may already know of my current dealings and ideals, but I will get to those in my later Volumes. I title this Vol. I in honor of my beginnings. I hope you will indulge me in this, although, of course, if I am right about my death than I will have no knowledge on if you choose to read this or not, but nonetheless, I leave my legacy at your feet. May your eyes not find me wanting.
I was born on Coruscant, I regret that I cannot tell you of my parents, my early childhood, of my siblings.. If I had siblings, for I, myself, do not know. My earliest memories lie within the Jedi Temple as a youngling kneeling with my peers before a self-assured Master as he prattled on about the Jedi Code, how we were to fear the darkside and never look into it, but to fight ignorance at the same time.. an interesting paradox.
Believe it or not, but at one time in my life.. I was a nervous, frightened, and self-conscious child. I never spoke to others, always berated myself on my failures, and constantly compared myself to my superior peers. I was an soft-hearted Idealist, a trait, or some would say flaw, that I keep even now. I was.. naive, but that in itself is not a flaw, my desire to become important, to stand out.. the desire and ambition to no longer be just a face in the crowd drove me to religiously delve into the lightsaber form: Makashi. That was perhaps my largest flaw.
It was a foolish Idea. I could not best my peers in either strength or the Force, so I decided I would beat them with the elegance and efficiency of Makashi. I am afraid that, like most of my plans, it did not work out like I wished, and I was defeated once again, but that only fueled my desire to be the greatest..
I did not change much as a Young Padawan. If anything, I grew bolder and my confidence grew. I regret that I do not have the time at the moment to go more in-depth with this, but I will in Vol. II."
-End Recording-
NAME: Traven Oli
FACTION: Jedi
RANK: Padawan
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 15
GENDER: Male
CREDITS: 0
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
FORCE POWERS: Push, Jump, and sense
SKILLS: He cant do much in the way of skills. Most Padawans learn such things in the field with their masters not usually in the Temple. He has some knowledge in the Medical Field as well as has knowledge in a few languages including Basic, Rodese, and Ryl although his Ryl is broken as he lacks the head tails to do it perfectly.
LIGHTSABER/SWORD FORMS: Makashi
GEAR:
Padawan Robes
Curved-hilt Lightsaber (Green)
COMPOSITION AND APPEARANCE: Traven is a young boy who has bright green eyes that hold much love and thought. His short brown hair is wild but kept short enough that the hair does not venture past his hair line. He has a crown at the very edge of his forehead that is most likely the cause of his unruly hair.
Like most padawans, he has the customary side ponytail that runs down the right side of his face. He has straight, even dark eyebrows that serve to contrast to his arguably large forehead. His ears are small, but they fan out a little giving him a strange look with short hair.
His mouth is thin and straight, with a slightly plump bottom lip. He has high cheek bones although his cheeks still hold much to their baby fat lessening his would be angular face. His jaw is slightly protruded giving him a rather average appearance when compared to other Jedi Padawans.
FACTION: Jedi
RANK: Padawan
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 15
GENDER: Male
CREDITS: 0
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
FORCE POWERS: Push, Jump, and sense
SKILLS: He cant do much in the way of skills. Most Padawans learn such things in the field with their masters not usually in the Temple. He has some knowledge in the Medical Field as well as has knowledge in a few languages including Basic, Rodese, and Ryl although his Ryl is broken as he lacks the head tails to do it perfectly.
LIGHTSABER/SWORD FORMS: Makashi
GEAR:
Padawan Robes
Curved-hilt Lightsaber (Green)
COMPOSITION AND APPEARANCE: Traven is a young boy who has bright green eyes that hold much love and thought. His short brown hair is wild but kept short enough that the hair does not venture past his hair line. He has a crown at the very edge of his forehead that is most likely the cause of his unruly hair.
Like most padawans, he has the customary side ponytail that runs down the right side of his face. He has straight, even dark eyebrows that serve to contrast to his arguably large forehead. His ears are small, but they fan out a little giving him a strange look with short hair.
His mouth is thin and straight, with a slightly plump bottom lip. He has high cheek bones although his cheeks still hold much to their baby fat lessening his would be angular face. His jaw is slightly protruded giving him a rather average appearance when compared to other Jedi Padawans.
Personality: Traven is calm and thoughtful for the most part. He has always been rather average in power, looks, and skill, so over the years he has gain a slight inferiority complex. He lacks self-confidence in much of what he does, but he is talkative nonetheless. He loves to speak to the Jedi Knights and Masters, to see what he can learn from listening, watching, and he loves to hear their stories.
He takes some pride in being one of the only Makashi Practicing Padawans and is constantly training himself in order to become better... good enough to beat the other Padawans. To finally prove to his masters and himself that he isn't invisible but for that, he needs strength.
Strengths: He is calm, patient, and humble, a good mixture in a Jedi. He also has an insatiable drive to be stronger than he is.
Weaknesses: He is not special compared to his Padawan Peers. He is not stronger, faster, smarter, or better with the force than they. He is merely and average nobody which has given him a low self-esteem.
Likes: Traven loves animals and all life. He has always had a deep love for all life, and was ridiculed by his masters because of his tendency to care too much. He loves to read and train his Makashi form. He loves to talk to Masters and Knights and listen to their stories as they intrigue him and excite him.
Dislikes: He dislikes being average. He doesn't want to be the unnoticeable padawan anymore. He wants to emerge as his own, someone special to both the other Jedi and the Galaxy. He doesn't want to be a face in the crowd any longer.
He takes some pride in being one of the only Makashi Practicing Padawans and is constantly training himself in order to become better... good enough to beat the other Padawans. To finally prove to his masters and himself that he isn't invisible but for that, he needs strength.
Strengths: He is calm, patient, and humble, a good mixture in a Jedi. He also has an insatiable drive to be stronger than he is.
Weaknesses: He is not special compared to his Padawan Peers. He is not stronger, faster, smarter, or better with the force than they. He is merely and average nobody which has given him a low self-esteem.
Likes: Traven loves animals and all life. He has always had a deep love for all life, and was ridiculed by his masters because of his tendency to care too much. He loves to read and train his Makashi form. He loves to talk to Masters and Knights and listen to their stories as they intrigue him and excite him.
Dislikes: He dislikes being average. He doesn't want to be the unnoticeable padawan anymore. He wants to emerge as his own, someone special to both the other Jedi and the Galaxy. He doesn't want to be a face in the crowd any longer.
Not much can be said about Travens early life because he does not remember it. His earliest memories are in the Jedi Temple training as a youngling with the rest of his peers under the watchful eyes of the Jedi Masters.
He spent all his life in the Temple, and very rarely was he or the others allowed outside, so he and his generation of peers created a tight knit group of friends. Karyla, the gifted Twi'lek girl whose agility was unmatched, Karath who was a large brute even as a child, but his skill with the saber was top notch, and than Traven.. the average one. He was not as skilled as either and was constantly the butt of jokes, but they were his only friends his age, so what was he to do?
They were always upstaging him. When they first learned to channel the force through them, the task was to meditate and levitate and object. Oh, how Traven had such high hopes. He was always decent with the force and finally saw his chance! He spent days sitting inside the temple next to the room of a Thousand Fountains. The sound of water cascading down in a never ending rhythm filling the background, and he felt the force. He let it flow through him and pick up the data pad in front of him. It felt as if the Current of life itself was flowing through the very essence of his being! He even felt himself raise with the datapad! Indeed! he had to have passed them now. Excited he ran to the masters, enthralled by what he had done only to find their master watching Karyla.. Not only was she and her datapad floating but so where the nearby chairs.. How? It was like a mighty tempest surrounded her as the forced rushed to do her will. It was not fair!
He remembered himself hiding in the shadows of the doorway as the master applauded and praised Karyla.. It was not fair.. He had spent days..She had only spent a few hours, why was he never strong enough!? It always eat away at him. No matter what he did, he would always lose.
His only true solstice was his friend Makara. He was always a vexing being. Horns, gray skin, and facial paintings but completely laid back. It was as if nothing bothered him.. It was frustrating at times being his friend. Traven would constantly worry about if he was good enough? was he doing the right thing? But Makara made it look so easy.. as if lifes problems did not touch him. Its fair to say that as much as Traven liked him as a friend, he envied him as a person.
His master had insisted he learn the form Soresu, but Traven insisted on Makashi. He would defeat the other Padawans with his lightsaber. Karyla was always ahead of him in the Force, so he would master the lightsaber! The hours, days, and years he spent trying to master the form.. the humiliation at being laughed at as the remote droids landed blaster shot after blaster shot on him..
The sparring matches would always be different. With Makashi he would land hit after hit on the other padawans. Finally he found something that let him be the greatest! Even Karyla's Ataru fell before his strength, but This euphoric feeling only lasted a week. He had to face Karath.. He was so sure of his victory, but Karath was a practitioner of Djem So. There was no way his brutish and clumsy strikes could match his elegance!
The fight went as he had predicted. He parried the brutes blows and went in lightly "slicing" his arm with the blunted blade. A point for him, but something was strange Karath got enraged and his blows became heavier. His normal parries were unable to block them. He would attempt to but the heavy blows would push the parry back.
Fear filled him as the mighty blows rained down on him. He keep jumping back trying to put distance between himself and Karath.. but he would have none of it finally jumping and striking down with all his force knocking Traven's sword out of his hands.. He had lost completely.. yet again.
Years passed like this until his Trials to become a Padawan.. but there was a problem. A Padawan could only move forward if chosen by a Jedi Knight or Master, and he highly doubted that a Knight would choose him over his peers, but the Force acts in strange ways.
No matter, chosen or not, he would become stronger, he will perfect Makashi...
He spent all his life in the Temple, and very rarely was he or the others allowed outside, so he and his generation of peers created a tight knit group of friends. Karyla, the gifted Twi'lek girl whose agility was unmatched, Karath who was a large brute even as a child, but his skill with the saber was top notch, and than Traven.. the average one. He was not as skilled as either and was constantly the butt of jokes, but they were his only friends his age, so what was he to do?
They were always upstaging him. When they first learned to channel the force through them, the task was to meditate and levitate and object. Oh, how Traven had such high hopes. He was always decent with the force and finally saw his chance! He spent days sitting inside the temple next to the room of a Thousand Fountains. The sound of water cascading down in a never ending rhythm filling the background, and he felt the force. He let it flow through him and pick up the data pad in front of him. It felt as if the Current of life itself was flowing through the very essence of his being! He even felt himself raise with the datapad! Indeed! he had to have passed them now. Excited he ran to the masters, enthralled by what he had done only to find their master watching Karyla.. Not only was she and her datapad floating but so where the nearby chairs.. How? It was like a mighty tempest surrounded her as the forced rushed to do her will. It was not fair!
He remembered himself hiding in the shadows of the doorway as the master applauded and praised Karyla.. It was not fair.. He had spent days..She had only spent a few hours, why was he never strong enough!? It always eat away at him. No matter what he did, he would always lose.
His only true solstice was his friend Makara. He was always a vexing being. Horns, gray skin, and facial paintings but completely laid back. It was as if nothing bothered him.. It was frustrating at times being his friend. Traven would constantly worry about if he was good enough? was he doing the right thing? But Makara made it look so easy.. as if lifes problems did not touch him. Its fair to say that as much as Traven liked him as a friend, he envied him as a person.
His master had insisted he learn the form Soresu, but Traven insisted on Makashi. He would defeat the other Padawans with his lightsaber. Karyla was always ahead of him in the Force, so he would master the lightsaber! The hours, days, and years he spent trying to master the form.. the humiliation at being laughed at as the remote droids landed blaster shot after blaster shot on him..
The sparring matches would always be different. With Makashi he would land hit after hit on the other padawans. Finally he found something that let him be the greatest! Even Karyla's Ataru fell before his strength, but This euphoric feeling only lasted a week. He had to face Karath.. He was so sure of his victory, but Karath was a practitioner of Djem So. There was no way his brutish and clumsy strikes could match his elegance!
The fight went as he had predicted. He parried the brutes blows and went in lightly "slicing" his arm with the blunted blade. A point for him, but something was strange Karath got enraged and his blows became heavier. His normal parries were unable to block them. He would attempt to but the heavy blows would push the parry back.
Fear filled him as the mighty blows rained down on him. He keep jumping back trying to put distance between himself and Karath.. but he would have none of it finally jumping and striking down with all his force knocking Traven's sword out of his hands.. He had lost completely.. yet again.
Years passed like this until his Trials to become a Padawan.. but there was a problem. A Padawan could only move forward if chosen by a Jedi Knight or Master, and he highly doubted that a Knight would choose him over his peers, but the Force acts in strange ways.
No matter, chosen or not, he would become stronger, he will perfect Makashi...
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