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Verus Carid was somewhat old for a padawan. At the age of 23, he had not yet been accepted to train to become a Jedi Knight - not until today. Much of it was due to his cold and calculating nature, his arrogance, and his refusal to fully trust in the Force. The Jedi Knights had not thought him ready. Stepping inside the walls of the Great Temple on Ossus, Verus did it with the knowledge he would finally begin his training under a Jedi master.
He looked around, a thoughtful wrinkle on his forehead. The young Jedi hopeful couldn't help but be impressed by the incredible architecture of the Jedi temple. When he had first been captured by the Jedi so many years ago, a force sensitive child soldier raised by a harsh and merciless mercenary band, and persuaded to join the Order, it had been at a small Jedi enclave in the Outer Rim - nothing of this magnitude, however. He had never before seen so many Jedi in one place. Even the usually so composed Verus was visibly impressed by the grandeur of the sight.
Verus stepped up the stairs into the great entrance hall of the temple, passing many Jedi and padawans on his way. His cold grey eyes darted around, searching for his new master who would teach him the Path of the Jedi. He knew nothing about the person he would train under, however. And so he leaned against one of the walls, crossing his arms over his chest, and waited for his master to find him instead. His body, his eyes, even his posture hinted at the arrogance he carried himself with, earning him odd looks from many of the Jedi. He promptly closed his eyes, ignoring them.
He looked around, a thoughtful wrinkle on his forehead. The young Jedi hopeful couldn't help but be impressed by the incredible architecture of the Jedi temple. When he had first been captured by the Jedi so many years ago, a force sensitive child soldier raised by a harsh and merciless mercenary band, and persuaded to join the Order, it had been at a small Jedi enclave in the Outer Rim - nothing of this magnitude, however. He had never before seen so many Jedi in one place. Even the usually so composed Verus was visibly impressed by the grandeur of the sight.
Verus stepped up the stairs into the great entrance hall of the temple, passing many Jedi and padawans on his way. His cold grey eyes darted around, searching for his new master who would teach him the Path of the Jedi. He knew nothing about the person he would train under, however. And so he leaned against one of the walls, crossing his arms over his chest, and waited for his master to find him instead. His body, his eyes, even his posture hinted at the arrogance he carried himself with, earning him odd looks from many of the Jedi. He promptly closed his eyes, ignoring them.
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