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Long before the Old Republic...
Long before the Sith...
Long before the Order of the Jedi...
During the times of the ancients, those warriors who first discovered the force...
That is where I come from. My soul is young, and so is my body, but my wisdom is ancient. I am James A. Odynson. I was a Jedi, but now I am my own man. I strive to learn from the force itself, and not to rely on the broken wisdom of mortals. I was always weak, but in my learning, I will discover strength. Through patience and careful instruction, I will obtain wisdom. Through the discipline of those dark warriors, those Dark Jedi, I will become a champion. Through my pain and suffering, I will come out the better being. I will ascend, and I will transmute my existence into something greater. Though humiliated by the Jedi, I will rise above their petty pride. They will see what they tossed aside, and they will learn the value of what they walked all over.
My story is not a normal one, and the person I am now was not the person I used to be. I was young when they took me, nearly an infant. I was told I had a great potential in the force, something they rarely found in the youth of my generation. They took me in and started my training immediately. They taught me about my connection, and persisted that I seek more of a knowledge of the force itself rather than lightsaber technique.
This, of course, was when I was just old enough to comprehend speech. I obeyed my whole life as a padawan. After some time had passed, though, my peers began to bully me because I didn't spend as much time with them in the sparring rooms or trying to locate Sith for some personal tests or whatever they cared to do after their studies. It would only get worse from there.
I did as my instructors commanded me from day one; I focused my attention on the force. It was all so clear. I gained knowledge slowly at first, but as I aged, I learned faster and faster. I established a spiritual connection with the force, and began to form a relationship and a bond with it. There was no way to explain it. It was as if I had heard the heartbeat of the galaxy all around me, pulsating through all living beings.
The more I meditated and studied by myself, the more I was joshed and jeered. I was considered mentally unstable, rumors spread about what I did in my free time, and many believed that I suffered from mild insanity. I was able to ignore them, mostly, but there were points when they would take it too far. I learned not to associate with anyone other than my master.
When I reached my adolescence, I achieved wisdom beyond my peers. I carried my two green lightsabers with pride. The powers I had learned made the other padawans tremble in their boots. It was at this point that the masters commited to the belief, under the direction of one man, that it would be best to end my life. They saw me as a liability, one with too high of a risk, and agreed that I didn't need to grow any stronger. The man who sparked the plot, though, was someone who was posing as my master, who also raised me. I didn't know why he wanted me dead, but he was very skilled in the force to have tricked them so well. Whoever he was, he knew something I didn't.
Betrayed and confused, I fled the temple. I stole one of their freighters and made it to one of the many neighboring planets, where I was able to trade it off for a much better one. I continued my studies and trained myself, using the force as my sole instructor and mentor. Through meditation, I learned techniques to release all of my anger and hatred in the form of a lightning storm, and I learned how to heal wounds and reverse certain fatal effects. While they were hard for me to physically do, I didn't stop practicing and training. I kept pushing forward.
After a few years, I learned how to use meditation to predict outcomes and alter decisions to tip objectives to my favor. I learned, though very hard to do, how to steal the force essence from other living beings to replenish my own. I even learned how to create illusions to confuse enemies and foes. The force had taught me so much, but none of it truly prepared me for what I was shown next...
The force gave me a vision of my future.
I saw myself standing over a city devastated by death and fire. Buildings were crumbled and reduced to rubble. Ships and speeders crashed out of the sky, and the Jedi temple I grew up at laid in ruin. At my feet were the dead bodies of those who walked all over me when I was a young boy. The masters, the padawans, the knights, all of them. The women and children were dead too.
In my hands were two lightsabers; one was a bright orange and the other was a deep and vibrant purple. Blood stained my robes, but not from the bodies. I couldn't tell where the blood came from. Behind me, the person who I was there to protect, was my wife- no... She was more than my wife. She was my queen. She was my archangel. The woman of my dreams.
Though we were the only ones who stood in that dream, I knew that we were there to avenge the fallen. Even though they were Jedi, and I was in fact a Sith in my vision, I was their to avenge those I had grown up with. Whatever had slain them, it was deep enough to arouse a compassion in me that I only felt for my wife. Whatever had slain them even earned the disapproval from the Sith, and was actively hunted by them. Though they had no cares for the fallen Jedi, they could sense the thirst for vengeance. That was why I was sent.
After that, the vision ended and I woke in my freighter ship. I was back to my normal age, but was filled with a new purpose. I knew where my life would end up, and the type of person I would become. Whether my quest for vengeance would lead me to positions of power or not, I couldn't tell, but I knew I was going to become stronger. I was going to learn to master my force ability.
A few months passed by before the Sith Empire launched their attack on Coruscant, leveling the city-world and nearly wiping it off the map. Many other attacks were launched, and the war ended. The Sith had won, and the Jedi were forced into hiding. My homeworld was left alone, as it was one of the few worlds that had a “hidden” temple, so my people were safe. The majority of the rest of the galaxy, though, were slaughtered effortlessly.
Ten long years passed by. Ten long years of training and meditation. I practiced and honed my powers, traveled the galaxy, and strengthened my bond with the force. Sometimes, when I would talk with others, I would end up speaking in some foreign language that they couldn't comprehend. I would remain unaware of it, because I would understand myself perfectly. I assumed it was something that had to do with the force.
My skill with force telekinetic abilities was at its peak, and my telepathy was near flawless. My skills in force lightning, force draining, and battle meditation grew stronger as well, though they weren't anywhere as refined as a masters skills. The force continued to reveal more immediate visions of the future, and many people would come to me for their own visions. It was exhausting, but I made a decent profit off of it, and the people who came to me were often able to ensure their own success after my visions.
My life was without purpose, though, until I joined the Sith Order. Eager to finally hone my abilities with the saber and learn how to harness my negative emotions in the dark side of the force, I traveled to the Sith temple and swore my allegiance to them. I knew, even though they were an order of chaos and evil, that they were also an order of honesty and truth. I knew that, in order to be an agent of the force, one had to learn both aspects of the force, not just the light. I knew that the force was guiding me to them so that I could become the vessel it needed to restore balance, or to at least aid those who the force had called to bring balance back.
When I joined the order and was assigned to Lord Kri'Orik Baarr, who trained me in the basics of the Sith Order and no more, I was brought to a crystal cave for the construction of my new lightsabers. Just as my vision had shown me, I was drawn to a vibrant and neon-violet colored crystal, and then a bright, citrus-orange crystal. I chose them and constructed my lightsabers, and proved my worth in a test-duel. I was given the nickname “Tu'Rokk James” (Tu'Rokk meant “Unstoppable Force” in some foreign tongue), and was considered among their valued pupils as I began my training under the Sith order...
I swore from that day that I would become the very definition of “Tu'Rokk.”
I am James A. Odynson, and this is my tale.
To whom it may concern...
Name; James A. Odynson
Alias'; “Tu'Rokk,” “Tu'Rokk James,” “Odyn,” “Jao”
Age; 28
Sex; Male
Race; Human/Zabrak
Weight; 145 lbs
Height; 5'10"
Skin Color; White
Distinguishing Marks; He has a tattoo of a (or our equivalence of a) Celtic Cross on his left shoulder blade. He also has a large scar that stretches from his right shoulder to his left hip.
Affiliation; Sith Order
Status; -
Force Adept; Yes
Force Abilities;
Push, Pull
(7/10)
Telepathy
(8/10)
Lightning
(2/10)
Force Drain
(3/10)
Battle Meditation
(1/10)
Heal
(2/10)
Force Illusion
(5/10)
Mind Trick
(7/10)
Gear;
2 Lightsabers (Purple/Orange)
clothes
blaster pistol
1,500 credits
datapad
3 holocrons (personal recordings)
Ship;
-
Lightsaber Techniques;
Juyo (reverse-grip)
RP;
-
Relationships;
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