Markus Cale
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He stood, silent as the night. The rain fell hard upon him and he smiled, his leather clothes becoming wet with the deep saturation of the water. Jabiim was a dirty, muddy world, filled to the brim with slavers, pirates, loyalists, and everything else. And he was one of them. A Loyalist. With the major battles going on throughout the Galaxy, Jabiim had largely been forgotten. Succeeding from the Republic as quickly as possible, Jabiim stood on the brink of rebellion, as many loyalists were tired of the sickness, the raids and the violence. And Caelum was one of them.
Barely trained in the ways of the Force by a Jedi that he never could agree with, Caelum fiddled with his Masters lightsaber. Cutting him down in the middle of the uprising pleased Caelum, and he stared at the saber as the rain came down all around him. Wearing leather robes which were ripped and torn, Caelum looked like a poor man. Two belts around his waist kept the robes from falling, and they hung loosely to his body. With long, scraggly hair, the Human looked dirty and ugly.
He ignited the saber, the flash of light startling him. He flipped it inbetween his hands and looked all around him. No many people stayed in Choal anymore. The forgotten city had all but been evacuated, due to the massive riots and shootings. The light, cerulean blade lighting up the ground around him, Caelum stood still, soaking in all of the memories.
The Jedi would come for him. And he would meet them here.
(A small practice duel with a character I just randomly created. I'd like this to be no-death, but hey, idc. He is of Padawan ability mind you. )
Barely trained in the ways of the Force by a Jedi that he never could agree with, Caelum fiddled with his Masters lightsaber. Cutting him down in the middle of the uprising pleased Caelum, and he stared at the saber as the rain came down all around him. Wearing leather robes which were ripped and torn, Caelum looked like a poor man. Two belts around his waist kept the robes from falling, and they hung loosely to his body. With long, scraggly hair, the Human looked dirty and ugly.
He ignited the saber, the flash of light startling him. He flipped it inbetween his hands and looked all around him. No many people stayed in Choal anymore. The forgotten city had all but been evacuated, due to the massive riots and shootings. The light, cerulean blade lighting up the ground around him, Caelum stood still, soaking in all of the memories.
The Jedi would come for him. And he would meet them here.
(A small practice duel with a character I just randomly created. I'd like this to be no-death, but hey, idc. He is of Padawan ability mind you. )