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My son?.
Garreth's earliest memories are that of a much simpler time. A time where his gift of the force had been given a blessing, two loving parents that gave him the care and training he needed to be able to understand the universe, what he was and who he might become. The smell of soil and pine straw filled the air, a warm light showering its grace upon his cheeks.
NAME: Garreth
AGE: 25
SPECIES: Human
FACTION: Jedi
RANK: Knight
HEIGHT: 5'11
WEIGHT: 182
HAIR COLOR: Brown
EYE COLOR: Blue
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A childish smile, one filled with joy.
These memories had been cut short the day the Sith arrived. Their ships blotting out the warm light, replacing the smell of soil and pines with searing flesh and bodies rotting. Their march was that of purpose, a show of force, a vow to be upheld. Garreth watched hopelessly as all he knew and love was cut down beneath those crimson sabers.
Heeding the final cry of his loved ones just before they fell, the boy gave way to his fear and ran from his home and into the now burning fields. In a desperate bid for survival, Garreth hid himself among corpses of those who had fallen protecting the planet. Day turned to night and the ships had moved, the fires had died and all had come to rot and smolder.
Days passed and the boy eventually collapsed alone in the wilderness. Much of what could have been used to his advantage had been destroyed. The sith came here for one reason it had seemed. Complete annihilation of his world.
As the light attempted to fade into inky blackness, Garreth eyed silhouettes surrounding him before the dark took hold. Waking up to chains rattling and the odor of waste, the boy realized had been taken against his will. Freedom had been stricken him by the hands of those who had seized the opportunity. His fate was now tied to those who held the very keys to his chains.
For the next couple of years, the boy worked in various labor camps across various locations. Constantly transported and moved about, Garreth never knew exactly where he was. There was only an idea that continued running through his young mind. An idea that almost seemed to course through his veins simply to keep going when his body was wracked with exhaustion. Death was never an option. The crimson sabers. Those hooded men. The screams.
This was the idea of revenge that spurned Garreth forward.
Eventually he was traded hands with another slaver that had new plans. More of the violent variety. Specifically a fighting ring known as the Rancor's Grotto. The slave master was absolutely ecstatic to see that this young child had a knack for breaking skulls open with his bare hands. Sometimes the boy never even had to touch them. And so Garreth took on adversary after adversary, killing those he was forced to fight against for nearly a year.
The fighting came to an end when a group of mandalorians raided the Grotto, their mission was to free all the slaves, as it was a personal calling they had taken upon themselves. The thugs and slavers never stood a chane and Garreth was given his freedom, but encouraged to join their ranks. And for a time the young boy did. For the time he spent with the mandalorians, his training with firearms and swords had increased and the knowledge of their culture was something he took to heart considering they were his saviors.
But his time with the roaming tribal warriors was numbered. As fate would have it after some years, Garreth stumbled across a robed figure while out on a run to stock up on his supplies. This robed figure reminded him of his father and could have sworn it was him just by his presence. His eyes swelled with tears beneath his t-visor helm as he took it off, unsure of what he was truly doing as he reached for the back of the man's robed.
A gentle face turned and looked to Garreth, a smile and a question soon followed, but the young man couldn't hear the words. Just the smells of tended soil and pine straw. The robed fellow reached for the young man's shoulder and it wasn't just faint memories that came crashing down.
The force had awaken within the boy stricken with war and death.
At first the Jedi was hesitant and ultimately unsure what to do. Their meeting seemed ordained. The Jedi Knight felt it almost impossible to find two individuals such as them and all of in the course of the same day. Garreth trained with Lux, a girl who had escaped another organization to live her own life. At times he would feel almost compelled to dig into her past, but Garreth knew what it was like to lock some doors and never open them again. Eventually through their training, the two of them attained the rank of Knight and were at the order's full disposal for now the time of war was upon them. Garreth had seen his chance for revenge blossom forth and he was determined to seize the opportunity. Regarded at the time as a devout member to the order, he was one of the first knights to volunteer themselves to fight against the sith threat.
The Jedi had pressed the positions of the Sith forces placed on Felucia and the results of their efforts resulted in failure. They had seen losses across the field and one of them had been Garreth as him and a few other knights been routed. Surprised and cut off, they were lost within the jungle itself before being picked off by the sith that tracked them. Garreth was caught and beaten severely, held against his will and tortured to the extent of needing cybernetics after he had been rescued to replace his left arm and part of his face.
Now Garreth spends his remaining time in recovery contemplating the loss of his fellow Jedi, reminiscing on the past and how it all began.
