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General Information
Name: Ojos Rusa.
Race: Human.
Age: 19.
Affiliation: Shade Order.
Ship: The Opposed.
Biography
Ojos Rusa, son of a notorious spice trader, was born on Coruscant, yet the planets beauty never seemed to absorb into the tormented boy born into such a dark and evil perception of the universe around him. Yet there once was a time when Ojos Rusa had foolishly believed in all that was right and true, false hopes and dreams implied by the image of the Republic and its leadership to which Ojos grew to see as corrupted and arrogant. But of course, those who learn to accept what they cannot change, may be rewarded with the gift of life, to live under the Republic's corrupted, yet watchful gaze of the universe. Ironically, accepting things as what they are has not been Ojos Rusa's strongest of mindsets. Being exposed to the disgusting crime underbelly of the universe from a young age had, for apparent reasons, a rather large effect on the man's life. While opening connections with many people of the vast crime syndicates spanning the universe, most were disregarded through Ojos Rusa's early life. During this time, however, it became apparent Ojos possessed a rather advanced connection to 'The Force', so advanced, in fact, traces of a small grip of 'The Force' became noticeable from his early age of five standard years.
Based on his false beliefs of hope and good in the universe, Ojos proceeded to believe he could use his grip of the force for that which would serve the universe in a positive and helping way. Ojos' decision was clear, the Jedi Order, keepers of peace for the darkening galaxy around them, ambassadors of a higher purpose. Despite his fathers disapproval, Ojos was accepted into the Jedi Academy on Ossus at the age of ten and embedded himself in the hope that the Order carried. Virtues of peace and good that were to be held through his actions were made very clear through the five years Ojos and his fellow younglings spent at the academy, feeding the boys hopes for the universe. Upon reaching the age of fifteen, Ojos graduated from the Academy with ease, his grasp over the force being one of the most advanced out of the sea of other Jedi Hopefull's. It was that very year a Jedi known as Tybur Uastel accepted the young Ojos as his Padawan Learner, a decision he would later deathly regret.
Despite his Masters teachings for those four long years, Ojos began realising the death, pain and angst plaguing the universe to an extent of which could no longer be healed. Yet it was the passing of his mothers life that sent in turn a series of events that could not easily be erased from the man's past. It was a fateful day to which these events began, the death of his mother lingering on Ojos' soul, tearing at him from every aspect of his life as if to draw him into the darkness consuming the light around him.
The day is no doubt remembered well by Ojos Rusa. The cold, wet winter of Corellia had rolled in days before the funeral of his mother, bringing with it the darkness of storm clouds, unleashing their fury against the planets surface without remorse. A figure had seated themselves in the cold, wet grass of the cemetery to which the funeral had taken place hours earlier, its knees buried into the grass, hands by its side in despair and a dark, wet robe covered its body, the hood pulled over the figures face as if to conceal the truth behind its being here, from others, or perhaps itself. The light rain pattered against the figures robes, yet it remained motionless, ignorant to the drops of speeding water pounding gently into its robe. It's at this time another figure begins its path toward the other, the rain unwaveringly dropping around him silently as his pace slowed upon the sight of the gleaming, white marble headstone beside the grave.
"She is one with the force now, Ojos." The second figure managed to say, placing a cold, damp hand on Ojos shoulder, who quickly shook it off.
"She should be here with me."
The second figure sighed, looking to the sky briefly, as if attempting to work up the words upon which to help his Padawan through this.
"She is here with you, Padawan, she lives through the force, all around you, always."
Ojos rose to his feet, the damp robes dripping as he moved to face his Master, a brief moment of silence filled the air, only disturbed by the clapping of thunder in the distance.
"Spare me your lies, she is gone, forever, the force cannot bring her back, that is false hope based on the lies of the Jedi Order--"
Tybur gripped his Padawan by the shoulders and shook him violently for a moment.
"Listen to yourself my friend! Your grief has blinded you," He began, the movement by his Padawan's side missing his gaze.
"Control yourself, Ojos, or it will lead to your undoing--"
The sudden burst of blue light erupting from the small cylinder in Ojos' hand stopped the man's words instantly, small droplets of water began hitting the blade of the bright blue lightsaber, evaporating to steam immediately on impact as Ojos moved the blade forward, slicing through his Masters heart, burning through his very flesh before exposing itself through the other side of his left shoulder.
"The Jedi Order is a lie, we cannot clean what has been permanently tainted, the good and righteous of this universe is all but dead, corrupted and arrogant are the creatures who populate our worlds. Hope has been stricken from the Republic and Alsakan as the war rages without the Jedi stepping into the conflict and ending it."
It was then Ojos Rusa withdrew the lightsaber from his Masters body and deactivated it immediately, watching as the man dropped beside the gravestone to which his mothers name was engraved along with her date of birth and date of death, it seemed only fitting the two closest people in Ojos life were laid to rest in the same location. With a final glance, the shadowy figure moved off into the darkness of the storm, a final clap of thunder pounding its way through the air.
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