A massive cataclysm has struck the universe, and destroyed most everything in its wake. The survivors are now trying to pick up the pieces, and figure out exactly what has befallen them. Gather together, lightsiders!! The darkness has shattered the peace and calm of the galaxy...and they will do anything to stop anyone from finding out exactly what has been done! This is our first sitewide RP plotline. Lightsiders, you are looking for the source of this massive event. Clues must be found, lackeys tracked down, and bits of memory discovered. Darksiders, you guys don't want that to happen....because of the one behind the whole thing is furthering his ultimate goal. Mandalorians, and non-force users, you guys can decide where you stand on this line....do you side with the Jedi, and try to discover the reasons behind the ruined universe, or will you side with the darkness, and protect those secrets. Will the secret of the cataclysmic reaping be kept under wraps? Or will the Jedi and their allies find out the truth? Your RP and writing will decide the outcome!
BATTLE ARENA
Welcome to The Saga Continues. We have a section called the Battle Arena. Here you can use your characters to fight other characters. Hone your skills and see what you are made of. Don't worry, anything that happens here, does not effect your characters in posts, so if your character dies, you can still use them over and over. Have fun and check it out!
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"I wish I could tell you that such weight was entirely metaphorical," he mused on a breath as he felt her feelings recoil at his touch. He was not offended, however, as he felt a turmoil in her that he knew likely stemmed from events he knew little of. His mind lingered on the feeling, the feeling that knowing such feeling existed brought him, but brushed past it as he finished his mild retort. "But even though I cannot, I can assure you that you will not disappoint these people. You lead them knowing what they have endured; endured and survived."
He finished and watched her sift through the bag in her hands for a variety of colors of candy; a candy he could not say he had ever tried in all his time traveling the galaxy. He watched as she snatched up one of a red color, then waited patiently for her to make any further attempts to steal from her own offering; only grabbing one moments later as a gesture of faith in her taste in various foods.
"I am ashamed I still have not deciphered the difference between your pensive and sheepish expressions, Vyra," he began, audibly making it clear he cared not for the formalities he was required by the state to use with her in public. "As for being queen, you and I both know that you have always been better suited. You know this world, it's people and everything it has to offer. If I am anything, I am what will give you the traits you mark me with to help you achieve more than you believe you can." He finished, making a bold but carefully timed gesture to shift himself closer.
Sliding his knee out from behind her, now positioning himself seated directly beside her, he draped one arm gently over her shoulders and held his head gazing off into the distance. He knew the sway her gaze had over him, what her doe eyes could do if he allowed himself more than a mere glance, so he chose to permit her the choice if she wished to use that against him or not.
"I have but one thing to tell you before tomorrow comes, and that is that I will be here for as long as you wish me to be. As whatever you need me to be."
A haven against the storm that had ravaged the galaxy so many months ago.
Or so it was what he would have liked to tell himself of the place he had known so vividly in years past. However, he knew clear in his mind that the planet had not been spared the ravages of the plague; it's picturesque landscape serving only as a serene distraction from the horror he wished he could forget.
He'd barely pulled himself up over the edge of the roof, carefully granting himself a boosted range of mobility through the force, and already his eyes were entrapped by the sights seen only from there. He knew not the words the people used to describe it, much to his disappointment, but even still he could not help but gaze dreamily out upon the world around him that only the natives could have truly come to fully appreciate.
His mind drifted, falling back to his disbelief that such a beautiful world could have been among those worlds afflicted by the plague. That a the world Vyra had been born on could be harbor to the spread of terror. He resigned his thoughts to return to the present however, as he knew that even his feelings for Vyra could not force him to color any world as free from the damage a twisted mind could do. So, with his mind free from that fog he took a few steps up onto the roof and further into an optimal gaze upon the spectacle around him.
It was only when he saw her slender for clad only in her nightgown, seated near the edge of the roof over her room, that he thought on why he had returned to Naboo. A world that, in so many years, had for so long only held hollow and straining memories. It was where they had met, where they had made a connection he could not ignore and, in the tempestuous present, reunited with her at the cusp of a time in which he needed her most. He saw her, watched her for what felt like ages, but his feet would not move to carry him over to her; entrapped in a trance of his own emotions.
Her body shifted, the light of the afternoon danced across the surface of the roof and caught his eye and he returned abruptly to the present. All at once he thought of what had brought him to this moment; aside from the past. The most important reason he knew to be the one that weighed upon her the most heavily. She was to become Queen. She was to become the person this beautiful, yet broken, world would rely on in the years to come through it's recovery from devastation.
Overwhelming. Daunting. Unfathomably crippling perhaps. But he knew deep in his heart that she was stronger than any such word that the people might use to bring her down.
Approaching her finally, carefully placing each step with ease as he moved to slowly perch himself seated by her side.
"I knew I would find you up here," he breathed as he bent a knee behind her back and laid the other stretched at her side, positioning himself just part way behind her back. "Though I must admit, I would not say you are the kind to hide from a challenge. Even if it is not one you are keen to readily task yourself with."
As he spoke his eyes deviated from the nature around him, despite everything that The Wilding had to offer, and rest them solely on her form and the brown locks that draped down her back. Absentmindedly he raised a hand, resting his forearm against the knee behind her back, and brushed some of her hair from one shoulder and over the other. He could feel the tension emanating from her, the Force telling him each and every emotion she was feeling despite knowing well that he was, quite clearly, disarming her retorts before she had the chance to speak them.
"Yet, I cannot deny you this escape in light of what tomorrow brings."
NAME: My name is Kyle Ajahn, the son of Jaren Ajahn and father of Ethan and Tanara Ajahn.
FACTION: While I am a Jedi Master I am not associated with the Jedi directly. Tandem loyalty to Naboo on part of Vyra Silara as her companion and friend.
RANK: By purpose I am a Jedi Master and a master bladesman.
SPECIES: I am half human, half Echani.
AGE: I am forty one years of age.
SEX: I am a male and spoken for.
HEIGHT: I stand at six feet three inches.
WEIGHT: I weigh one hundred and eighty five pounds.
EYES: I have green eyes though unfortunately they were not passed down to my children.
HAIR: I have short dark hair, neck length that is starting, ever so slightly, to grey.
SKIN: My skin is tanned and coarse from my many years as a combat veteran.
FORCE SENSITIVE: By all standards I am highly sensitive to the Force.
+ Dauntless: After years of combat against those deeply immersed in the dark side of the Force, I fear next to nothing that the dark side of the Force can bring to bear. Be it horrors or even the threat of death, I am prepared to face it, use it even, with unchecked courage.
+ Selfless: The Force guides me and puts me on the path that I find leading me to those enslaved to the dark side of the Force. Whether they be the mysterious Order of Ruin or the agents of the Sith I will put my life on the line before I allow those less capable of protecting themselves to be put into harms way.
+ Servant of the Force: The Force is my guide, I act as it wills and use it as my weapon. In my crusade against the dark sides slaves and monsters the Force is my shield in a galaxy plagued by waves of corruption.
- Reckless: There is little I would back away from in the heat of a battle, and while that puts my life in danger more often than not it is the only way I know how to fight. My life is but one part of my existence in service to the Force.
- Stubborn: My choices are rarely influenced by the actions and words of others. I do things my way and that is the way the Force guides me. If the Force wills that I die, than so be it but you will find I am far too stubborn to die easily.
- Cocky: I'm capable and I will show you just how good I can be.
APPEARANCE: Tall, Kyle Ajahn takes after his father and most of the male members of the Ajahn family.
"I have a muscular but athletic build and often wear black garbs, though there was a time when I would wear white to signify my service to the Light Side of the Force. Aside from that, and in a great multitude, I have scars riddled about my body from years of combat. Fortunately none of those scars were anything besides cosmetic damage and barely came close to removing any of my limbs."
BIOGRAPHY:
My father was a ruthless and violent man. Once a Jedi, Jaren Ajahn was the equivalent of a hero in the galaxy. He fought wars against the Sith and defended the weak against threats like the Trandoshans and the beginnings of imperial rule. However, despite all this he slowly spiraled into madness and the corruption of the dark side. It was around this time that I was born along with my younger sister Erianna, shortly before our mother whisked us away as far from our father as possible.
For years following our freedom from the madness of a dying Jedi turned Sith we grew into our own pair of powerful beings. Gifted in the Force and capable due to our Echani genetics, my sister and I dedicated ourselves to the training of the Jedi Order. Or what could be known of it for hundreds of years within that knowledge that was left to us by the ancient orders. In spite of our mothers efforts, however, it did not take long for my father to find us and once again try to take us under his crippled wing.
And for a time my father succeeded. I began to follow a twisted path, my sister trailing not far behind in hopes of saving me, and I slowly withdrew from the light my mother had taught me to embrace. Until the day my sister stepped forth to combat my father, and in turn save me and my father's apprentice, and suffered terribly at his hand. It was in that moment that I felt most drawn to the light and capable of pushing aside all my hate and resentment of the man who had once held claim as my father.
I slew the monster, saved my father's remaining light and put the hero Jaren Ajahn to rest.
In the following years I spent my days with my father's former apprentice watching over the recovery of my sister from the wounds she suffered at the hands of our father. And, in time, I married the young woman my father had once corrupted and renewed myself in service of a light all my own; a light guided by the Force and what the galaxy had once known as Ashla. My sister turned to the way of the Bendu as she in time succumbed from her wounds.
It has been decades since those days, my children had been carefully trained and I have chosen to step out of the shadows I had once hid while the galaxy suffered. My wife has since disappeared, my children lost to me to the plague and I am left with my first love, Vyra, and the burden of the Force's mandate: My purpose to cleanse the galaxy of the corruptoin that wounds it and to return purification to the galaxy with or without the support of others.
SHIP & EQUIPMENT:
Ship:
A standard personal fighter customized to seat a pilot, a single passenger and a droid.
Equipment:
Two gold bladed electrum hilted lightsabers with adjustable blades.