Character
DRUSAS ANAXEDES
| HOMEWORLD- | Amarin, Tion Cluster, Outer Rim |
| SPECIES- | Human [Tionese] |
| FACTION- | New Jedi Order |
| RANK- | Formally Padawan [Knight level] |
| LANGUAGE- | Basic [Fluent], Huttese [Fluent], Tionese [Write/Read] (dead language) |
| GENDER- | Male |
| HEIGHT- | 187cm |
| WEIGHT- | 85kg |
| EYE COLOR- | Brown, nearly black |
| HAIR COLOR- | Brown |
| WRITER- | Genome |
THE KNIGHT ERRANT ||
|| DRUSAS ANAXEDES [mood]
|| DRUSAS ANAXEDES [mood]
Drusas (Dru among friends) has never quite lived up to the image of a Jedi people imagine when they think of the heroes of galactic folklore.
He's got the quiet intensity, the brooding thousand yard stare, the lightsaber, and some who knew him back in his earlier Padawan days recall that there was even a time when -- shudder -- he sported the traditional braid. That in particular is a time best forgotten.
Otherwise he is completely lacking in the qualities of the philosopher monks: not one among his acquaintances have seen him in their customary robes, or heard him reference a tenet from the Jedi Code.
No, in his worn brown overcoat and tired formalwear, fond of chain-smoking handrolled tabac and as wont to be found in the local cantina as anywhere else, Drusas is a troubling figure among the Jedi.
You would never guess his lineage traces back to Tionese royalty, even the sort that actually derives from pirate stock and won their titles in blood and conquest during Xer VIII's uprising when galactic civilization itself was still in its cradle.
Of course, back in the Cluster there's a pertinent aphorism: twenty-five thousand years has a way of turning a family tree into a forest. So it's all relative anyway. The fact of the matter is that Drusas has led a long life of not quite fitting in anywhere.
From an early age, he chafed at the haughtiness of his family and generally feudal social climate of the Tion Cluster, and so arrived on Yavin IV with great hope that he would find a place for himself among the Jedi.
The rebellious streak he developed back in the Cluster made him a rough fit among the other apprentices, the odd boy from the Outer Rim prone to cursing in Huttese when he grew frustrated at his progress, no matter how quick.
Drusas performed well in his lessons, but during periods intended for recreation with fellow Padawans at the Praxeum became fond of wandering out into the rainforest near the temple, a landscape much like the sprawling forests of his homeworld.
He eventually outgrew this antisocial phase, but certain aspects of his personality have never quite become cohesive with the Jedi mold.
During the years cloistered away as a youngling in the Jedi Temple, Drusas proved competent in areas of more quantitative inquiry, for a time entertaining the thought that he might go down the path of the keepers of the archives and dedicate himself to research and the cultivation of his intellect.
Specializing in the areas of xenobiology and xenoarchaeology, for awhile these pursuits occupied him alongside his duties as a Padawan. The ossified bureaucracy of Jedi academia eventually proved every bit as inhospitable as the socially immobile Tionese Cluster.
Throughout those years his imagination grew steadily more ambitious on the tales and mythologies of the civilizations he studied, and gradually it became clear that he would never find himself - not on Yavin IV in the myriad halls of the archives, lost among stories of bygone eras; not even on his solitary sojourns through the rainforests around the temple.
Fearing that all too often his fellow Knights become blinded to the more mundane consequences of their actions, Drusas often finds himself engaging with the seedy underbelly of the galaxy: brokering peace between merc crews in exchange for the safe passage of a refugee caravan, infiltrating cartel-associated nightclubs to extract trafficking victims, the works. Places Jedi can't always reach in their robes and reciting the Code.
He and his master became involved in the war effort, missions taking them across the galaxy to mostly help those affected by the devastation, but Drusas did not have the peaceful training of Padawans that join the Order in peacetime. Eventually, a budding disillusion grew within him with what he considered the cycle of violence he felt perpetuated by the cultish conflict between Jedi and the Sith. This embitterment culminated three years ago when his master lost their life.
Assumed dead when he never reported back to the Council following his flight from the world where his master perished, Drusas has set out to find an answer to the questions and the darkness he has seen within himself following the death of his master. Forsaking Knighthood on the cusp of completing his apprenticeship, his journeys have taken him up the Gordian Reach and down the Perlemian Way in pursuit of new meaning.
Eventually, however, Drusas has been forced to see that he can do far greater good among the Jedi than merely helping those left in the aftermath of their conflicts. Uncertain of his future, he has returned to the Jedi a grown man, one far more seasoned in the ways of the galaxy than he could have ever been sequestered in the temple library.
He's got the quiet intensity, the brooding thousand yard stare, the lightsaber, and some who knew him back in his earlier Padawan days recall that there was even a time when -- shudder -- he sported the traditional braid. That in particular is a time best forgotten.
Otherwise he is completely lacking in the qualities of the philosopher monks: not one among his acquaintances have seen him in their customary robes, or heard him reference a tenet from the Jedi Code.
No, in his worn brown overcoat and tired formalwear, fond of chain-smoking handrolled tabac and as wont to be found in the local cantina as anywhere else, Drusas is a troubling figure among the Jedi.
You would never guess his lineage traces back to Tionese royalty, even the sort that actually derives from pirate stock and won their titles in blood and conquest during Xer VIII's uprising when galactic civilization itself was still in its cradle.
Of course, back in the Cluster there's a pertinent aphorism: twenty-five thousand years has a way of turning a family tree into a forest. So it's all relative anyway. The fact of the matter is that Drusas has led a long life of not quite fitting in anywhere.
From an early age, he chafed at the haughtiness of his family and generally feudal social climate of the Tion Cluster, and so arrived on Yavin IV with great hope that he would find a place for himself among the Jedi.
The rebellious streak he developed back in the Cluster made him a rough fit among the other apprentices, the odd boy from the Outer Rim prone to cursing in Huttese when he grew frustrated at his progress, no matter how quick.
Drusas performed well in his lessons, but during periods intended for recreation with fellow Padawans at the Praxeum became fond of wandering out into the rainforest near the temple, a landscape much like the sprawling forests of his homeworld.
He eventually outgrew this antisocial phase, but certain aspects of his personality have never quite become cohesive with the Jedi mold.
During the years cloistered away as a youngling in the Jedi Temple, Drusas proved competent in areas of more quantitative inquiry, for a time entertaining the thought that he might go down the path of the keepers of the archives and dedicate himself to research and the cultivation of his intellect.
Specializing in the areas of xenobiology and xenoarchaeology, for awhile these pursuits occupied him alongside his duties as a Padawan. The ossified bureaucracy of Jedi academia eventually proved every bit as inhospitable as the socially immobile Tionese Cluster.
Throughout those years his imagination grew steadily more ambitious on the tales and mythologies of the civilizations he studied, and gradually it became clear that he would never find himself - not on Yavin IV in the myriad halls of the archives, lost among stories of bygone eras; not even on his solitary sojourns through the rainforests around the temple.
Fearing that all too often his fellow Knights become blinded to the more mundane consequences of their actions, Drusas often finds himself engaging with the seedy underbelly of the galaxy: brokering peace between merc crews in exchange for the safe passage of a refugee caravan, infiltrating cartel-associated nightclubs to extract trafficking victims, the works. Places Jedi can't always reach in their robes and reciting the Code.
He and his master became involved in the war effort, missions taking them across the galaxy to mostly help those affected by the devastation, but Drusas did not have the peaceful training of Padawans that join the Order in peacetime. Eventually, a budding disillusion grew within him with what he considered the cycle of violence he felt perpetuated by the cultish conflict between Jedi and the Sith. This embitterment culminated three years ago when his master lost their life.
Assumed dead when he never reported back to the Council following his flight from the world where his master perished, Drusas has set out to find an answer to the questions and the darkness he has seen within himself following the death of his master. Forsaking Knighthood on the cusp of completing his apprenticeship, his journeys have taken him up the Gordian Reach and down the Perlemian Way in pursuit of new meaning.
Eventually, however, Drusas has been forced to see that he can do far greater good among the Jedi than merely helping those left in the aftermath of their conflicts. Uncertain of his future, he has returned to the Jedi a grown man, one far more seasoned in the ways of the galaxy than he could have ever been sequestered in the temple library.
EQUIPMENT
WEAPONS, ARMOR & ATTIRE
— broken lightsaber (blue focusing crystal)
— vibroknife
— DE-10 medium blaster pistol
— Jedi utility belt
— outfits ranging from formal to casual; most on a theme of overcoat, dress shirt, tie, slacks
— suitable gear for extended overland travel in a variety of climates
— standard issue military-grade bulletproof vest
— armored elbow/knee pads and reinforced gloves
ASSETS & POSSESSIONS
— Lancer-class Pursuit Craft, the Desevran Songbird
Modifications:
- secondary cargo hold modified into a meditation chamber
(one of the few tangible indications that Drusas is in fact a Jedi to those that know him)
— BB-series Astromech droid, designation BA-1N, affectionately "Bain"
MISCELLANEOUS
— code cylinder for sensitive data
— handwritten journal and similar personal items
— broken lightsaber (blue focusing crystal)
— vibroknife
— DE-10 medium blaster pistol
— Jedi utility belt
— outfits ranging from formal to casual; most on a theme of overcoat, dress shirt, tie, slacks
— suitable gear for extended overland travel in a variety of climates
— standard issue military-grade bulletproof vest
— armored elbow/knee pads and reinforced gloves
ASSETS & POSSESSIONS
— Lancer-class Pursuit Craft, the Desevran Songbird
Modifications:
- secondary cargo hold modified into a meditation chamber
(one of the few tangible indications that Drusas is in fact a Jedi to those that know him)
— BB-series Astromech droid, designation BA-1N, affectionately "Bain"
MISCELLANEOUS
— code cylinder for sensitive data
— handwritten journal and similar personal items
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