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BIOGRAPHY
NAME: Valen Rektor
AGE: 25
SPECIES: Human
FACTION: Independant
RANK: Wanderer
LEVEL: 1
HEIGHT: 5’ 10”
WEIGHT: 175 lbs.
HAIR COLOR: Brown
EYE COLOR: Brown
STRENGTH: 3/10
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DEXTERITY: 5/10
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STAMINA: 5/10
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INTELLIGENCE: 6/10
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WISDOM: 8/10
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CHARISMA: 6/10
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My teachings, of utilizing the Force and learning its ways in every form, was our mission. The thrill I felt of first discovering my connection to the Force, feeling the nearly physical presence of its energies was life changing. It was the first time I felt like I was truly where I belonged. My newfound enlightenment was short-lived, however. My teachers imposed upon me a strong willingness to explore the ways of the Force that were not so gallantly appealing from surface value. They taught me to dig deeper, to search through focused meditation to connect directly with the energies around me – with the people around me. I never knew the true meaning of fear until I felt this in my father. Where I once felt warmth and freedom, my vision was overcast by loneliness and pain, devoid of any sense of comfort that he so desperately tried to hold on to by telling his war stories time and time again. It was then that I knew, even as a child in training, that there were many aspects to the Force to be discovered. It was in that moment that I knew my life had purpose beyond overthrowing the Jedi and revealing their lies from behind their false benevolence. My destiny was to learn all sides of the Force, to learn how it all ties to a central point of creation and universal motion. That the supposed “light and dark” were mere titles, having little to do with the direct practices of each individual’s actions. This was where I began my exploration through the texts of history. Only later did I learn, that history is only what old forgotten scholars wanted to be written as truth.
As I grew, becoming more proficient with my talents, my teachers began assigning me to small teams with menial tasks. Small projects to help the war effort, as opposed to sending me into combat. While my studies were informative, and my practice was necessary to refine my skills, my personal mentor saw it fit to encourage my usefulness in combat. My skills with a lightsaber were sub-par at best, never quite reaching the skills of my peers, but I found a personal significance in the relationship I held with my blade. My lightsaber was just that – it was mine. Over time, I felt it was more of a brother than a weapon, or tool. Some described it as an extension of themselves, or a means of accomplishing or inflicting to others what the body could not. Some said that it was symbolic from our heritage. To me, my lightsaber was my companion. It was my friend. The day I lost it, was the day I lost the only thing I could trust besides the Force itself. I lost many things that day – including my faith in my own people.
Due to my continued focus around the scientific aspects of the Force, despite the redirections from my mentor to hone my physical prowess, my skills were put to use in researching a new use for the crystals used to make our lightsabers. With my personal beliefs already cemented in place, I took a particular interest in learning how to further enhance the capabilities of what possible uses the crystals held. By the time I learned exactly what I would be working on though, it was already too late. The offensive forces of the Jedi Guardians had pushed our people farther and farther from the front of the war, even after the cold state of assassination attempts and suicide missions against our leaders. It would be foolish to think our own people were not doing the same, though I justified the thought by convincing myself we would only retaliate to the Jedi’s treacherous tactics. Many of us retreated to Ilum, where Kybur crystals were known to be harvested by the masses.
One crystal in particular, was massive by itself, and held immeasurable potential for technological advancements. This was where I was put to use, until it all came crashing down around me – quite literally. A Jedi strike team penetrated our defenses and intercepted the crystal before it could be transported or utilized as a defensive measure. It was my first time coming face to face to a Jedi with exceptional combat training. Had it not been for those that sacrificed themselves to stop the intruders, I would not have escaped with the rest of my team. Our protection detail was skilled, but they almost seemed to melt before the trained precision of the Jedi Shadows. One in particular, more vicious and savage than any of the others. It was the Grand Master, Syresh Lapar, having only caught a glimpse for that moment. The image still lies frozen in my mind, seeing that look cross the face of someone that could snuff me out in an instant – it was a look of lust, for power. The Jedi had not just succumbed to the temptations of the crystal, but completely lost all sense of self in that moment. When it’s power was used as a weapon, unequivocally without hesitation or mercy, I realized that my teachers, my own mentor, planned to do the exact same thing. The Jedi just beat us to it.
The destruction that incurred was devastating. Our people, scattered or obliterated, our facility and resources, scorched with the rest of whatever missed our sudden evacuation, hardly remained. Included in the losses was my dearest lightsaber. While it was a wrenching loss, it too felt like a lie – that I had been betrayed by more than just my upbringers. I had been deceived by that which I held closest to my heart since my first time activating its beautiful light. The feelings of distrust in everyone around me was consuming. Never before had such anxiety come over me, but in that moment I knew that whatever rendezvous coordinates I was receiving could not be where I was truly meant to be. I felt a calling from the Force, in so many ways, I was washed over by such grief and anguish that I could not imagine such a feeling echoing across the galaxy. I wondered for a brief moment if this was what my father felt at Tython when the Grand Master tore down everything around him, sending the environment itself into chaotic disarray.
In a moment of pure instinct, I discarded my directives and took it upon myself to alter the ship’s trajectory. Without hesitation, my communications were severed, and my meager transport launched into hyperspace, taking me anywhere but home. I did not know who I could trust, or what would be done to me after what I’d just witnessed. They didn’t tell me before for a reason – with this great loss, there was no telling what they would do in response to our failure. And so I exiled myself, ironically, from exile.
PERSONALITY
PRACTICAL SKILLS
■■■■■ Slicing | ■■■■■ Engineering | ■■■■■ Piloting |
■■■■■ Tracking | ■■■■■ Survival | ■■■■■ Leadership |
COMBAT SKILLS
■■■■■ Blasters | ■■■■■ Demo. | ■■■■■ Misc. |
■■■■■ H2H | ■■■■■ Lightsabers | ■■■■■ Gadgets |
EDUCATION
■■■■■ Huttese | ■■■■■ Rodian | ■■■■■ Ryl |
■■■■■ Tactics | ■■■■■ Politics | ■■■■■ Espionage |
Over time, as word spread of the splintered factions of the Exiles, Valen began to develop a sense of guilt – that perhaps if he had returned, his people would not be in such disarray. It did not take long to shake that feeling, recognizing the familiar mindset of self-pity and egotistical ideology that his presence could directly impact the outcome of an entire nation across planets. This was only more reason to accept his circumstances of finding his own way. As he travelled, learning about his environments and the social mechanics from which the underworld was built, he came across others like him – Force users in exile, but from the Jedi Order itself. Those that separated themselves from what they were so sure to set their belief in, just as he had done. He realized that the ordinary people that merely placed faith in their upbringing must have felt utterly betrayed as well after learning that their own Grand Master had turned on their people. Valen had only brief interactions with the former Jedi, deciding not to become attached or dependent, lest risk exposing himself to the multitude of bounties floating around for any Jedi or Exile associated to the war.
Two days later, he saw the pair, both master and student, beheaded and presented on display outside the closest local Hutt’s establishment. There was no regret behind distancing himself, almost feeling cold about it, knowing all too well that his head would have been right there next to theirs had he acted differently. This brought on a new set of demoralizing thoughts, however. Valen began to wonder what, exactly, had he done against Jedi, normal people like those two, on his past assignments with the Exiles. What else had he not been told, or what effect it would have on the innocents merely caught in the collateral damage of the war. He began to wonder with the scattered misdirection of the Exiles, if the fleeting remnants of the Jedi – the true Jedi, were the only remaining hope against the thriving power of the crime lords.
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LEGACY
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Character Plot, A Step in the Right Direction
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