Current look of Torrack...
A Jedi's Life is full of Sacrifices...
As the sun sets down of the sky Ossus a young Jedi is sitting alone in one of the meditation rooms. He tries to calm his senses, concentrate on the Force and clear his mind, but strange thoughts echo trough his mind. He has been pained by these feelings and dreams for weeks now. Dreams that feel so real, just like...memories...
There were fire everywhere. But the war was coming to an end. Jedi Knight Zentar was leading the troops of the local goverment up the stairs of the baron's mansion. Except the few, who locked themselves in the bedroom of the baron, the rebels have surrendered. They were close. The Knight's senses were burning he felt that he needed to hurry...Something was about to happen...he needs to reach the bedroom. He entered the corridor were the bedroom was located. Just a few more steps...
The door of the bedroom dashed open from the explosion.
"-No!" Zentar and troops entered the room. It was burning, full of ashes. The rebels must have set the detonator from inside. As he walked through the room, while the troops were trying to put a stop to the fire, he recognized the bodies. There lie the baron and his wife...their maiden...the leader of the Rebels, and some unrecognized bodies. As he was trying to leave the room he felt an echo...a strange resonance from under one of the biles. He quickly moved there and removed the bricks. There lay, although injured, but alive the four year old child of the baron. "-Quickly, I need medic!"- he ordered. The troops have taken the child out of the room...
The child awoke on Ossus, in the Medical Center of the Jedi Temple. He had no memories about what happened, just flashes of images. Being a Force Sensitive however, the Jedi took him for training...
He opened his eyes. He was breathing heavily, trembling and sweating. he ran his fingers across his hair. As he stood up, the last glare of the sun ran across his avarage height, but already strong and muscular, athletic body. He was still young and growing, however he already possessed more strenght than most grown adults. This was his blessing and curse in one...
A Jedi's path is never easy...
As time went by, Zentar kept an eye out for the young one. The child had immense physical strenght, being always the strongest of his class, and had exceptional intelligence. However, at stamina, and dexterity, he was under the class, always having a hard time keeping up with the requirements. He was puffy child. Thanks to that, he always suffered a hard time from other students, who picked and joked about his puffiness, and out of jealusy of his mind skills. This made the child, who's name was Torrack Maderlean as Zentar found out, a quiet and lonely one, but always brash and eager to prove his goodness to others...in which making a fool of himself every time. Zentar felt a growing, father like care towards Torrack so he took him under special training. Giving him extra hours, and teaching him the ways of the ancient Martial Arts, the child began to develop. They trained together, and after a while, the youngone started to train alone as well. He used the time he won on needing less time than others for Academic studies to train more alone. Masters sometimes saw him training hours and hours alone during the night, building his stamina, stretching, praticing his Martial Arts to gain more agility, and training to get most out of his body: building his strenght. By the time he got 14, as a result of the countless hours of training, he gained the avarage stamina and dexterity nedded for a Jedi. He shaped his body, and from a puffy child, he became a muscular, athletic young man who's physical power was far above his classmates, being even stronger than most adult. He became skilled in Martial Arts, and as a "side effect" of it, he became a quiet and calm young man. He used the most he could from his mind, being always in the top of Academic studies of his group, and he was a gifted student at Healing with the Force. Although he had qualities that many master admired him, and encoured him to develop (like his intelligence and knowledge about many things, his ability to speak nicely, and to persuade), and he may acted more adult, than his age, inside his heart he was still the child, who suffered from being an outcast because of his former puffyness and wanted to prove his Worthness to others. He was involved in countless incidents, and made a fool of himself countless times, for trying to prove to others that he is as good as anyone else...The others laughed at him, always made a fool of his former puffyness and academic knowledge. His only friend, and fatherlike figure was Zentar, who kept telling him he's worth, kept talking with him about the Ways of Life and the Jedi, who was there almost everytime he needed him, and who still trained with him. Torrack looked up to him, and was certain, that when the time comes, Zentar will choose him to be his padawan...
As he walked back to his room he felt tiredness in his muscles. He trained outside class, as he always did, but he was more tired than usual. "It's because I can't sleep very well...those dreams. I wish they would just go away..." He started to undress. As he was pulling off the upper part his fingers touched the scars, that run across his back, and his right shoulder. Zentar never told him what happened to his real parents. Just that they have died in an accident and that he got the scars from there...Zentar...he looked to the shelf beside his bed were lay Zendar's necklace...
Train yourself to let go of everything you fear to loose...
A Jedi is not allowed to possess. A Jedi is not keeping ties... This words were running through his mind a million times the past year. Since he lost Zendar... He remembered it liked it happened yesterday. Zender came to him to tell that he'll be abscent for a while, so he should continue training alone...And than he said strange things, like that he's proud of what Torrack has became and gave him advices. It felt strange to Torrack, like he was saying good bye... Before leaving, Zender took off his necklace, a medallion made of wood and silver wearing the ancient sign of Strenght and Spirit and gave it to Torrack. Said that the time has come for Torrack to wear it. And he left...Torrack felt strange...he couldn't concentrate that night, suffering many injuries during training...and a week later the news came: Zentar was killed during his mission...It broke him apart...He became cold, and more lonely than ever. He trained harder than ever but he rarely spoke and never smiled. The masters looked after him, tried to help him, but it took him almost a year to get over it... But now, the Masters said he will receive a master and become a Padawan...maybe that will help him to overcome it fully, and become the Jedi Zentar always said he will be...
Torrack in his usual outfit after Zentar's death...
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