To say Oren's return to the Jedi temples on Ajan Kloss had been shaky would be an understatement. It had been two long years since he had vanished out of thin air, never to return, the temples walls while ancient and mostly the same, the interior and the feelings had slightly changed. It felt different here, new faces and some old, but it felt like he was a ghost walking through the halls of his life, he didn't know if he fit in quite much anymore, if at all.
He had long gave up his robes and opted for a short sleeve silk button down, which had been half tucked into a pair of smuggler's pants and captain's boots. With his one functioning eye, he looked more like a scoundrel than a Jedi. Across his left forearm was a large Rancor, inked to hold up a sign reading "CDRC-C-BLOCK" in Galactic Basic, as well as "Outsiders Club" inked across the forehead of the beast, the affiliation served as a reminder of the things he had done to survive. He was on his way towards the mess hall, but as he turned across the corner, a little ball of energy would come crashing into his life, symbolizing the second chance and rebirth he would be given.
tag: @Nevermore