Aryn Ladhar
| Social Information |
Name: Aryn Ladhar
Alias: N/A
Faction: The Sith Order
Rank: N/A
Homeworld: Alderaan
Living Situation: Lives on her ship
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Marital Status: Single
Languages Known: Binary, Bocce, Durese, Jawaese (understands), Shyriiwook (understands), Twi'leki
Voice Sample:
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| Physical Information |
Race: Human
Age: 31
Gender: Female
Height: 175.26 cm (5'9")
Weight: 63.50 kg (140 lbs)
Eye Color: Green
Hair: Dark Brown
Skin: Fair
| The Force |
Force Sensitive: Yes: Empath
Force Rank: Knight
Force Alignment: Dark Sideish
Light---------|---Dark (about here)
Master: N/A
Apprentices: N/A
| Family |
Parents: Jane and Fandor Ladhar
Siblings: None
Lover: None (yet)
| Traits |
[+] Fearless
[+] Natural Leader, charismatic
[+] Honorable
[+] Loyal (Unless Betrayed)
[--] Hateful
[--] Suspicious
[--] PTSD, Nightmares, Moody
| Background |
"For years the war raged on. Relentless. Consuming. Destructive. Taking lives indiscriminately and without passion. For most of the battles as they were, I was at the fore front. My commandos and I. A special elite strike force utilized in shutting down the Sith's forces on the battlefield where things were at their worst. And for years, I and my commandos did just that. I have killed people in battle. I have killed people by indirect means. I have taken life in the raging chaos of combat. But I had never... Just ended a life... not until that day. And then.. I ended several."
"Battle not with monsters, lest ye become a monster, and if you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes also into you."
– Friedrich Nietzsche, Beyond Good and Evil
Aryn was a Jedi Knight of the Jedi Order. For years she served with unwavering confidence in the Order. Upholding the Jedi values, beliefs, and teachings. She was a star pupil. A valiant Knight who received praise at ever turn. But that ascension and natural talent never went to her head. She was always regarded as one of the most level headed and wisest of her peers. In fact, many other Jedi Knights, Padawan's, soldiers, and every day people would often approach her in hopes of receiving wisdom, closure, or counseling. But this fact was due to her communion with the Force. She was extremely gifted in that regard, for Aryn was a empath. She could feel the force, and those within it far more keenly than any of her peers, and even some of the Masters. She had special bond with people, no matter where she was, or who she was around, people flocked to her. And would find themselves telling and admitting all manner of things to her. Any Jedi was difficult to lie to, but Aryn was down right impossible. It was the force, sure. But there was also something about her and her large deep green eyes that made her easy to talk to. Confide in. Even to complete strangers.
Despite this, Aryn never seemed to mind. Good, bad, or neutral, she would always listen and do her best to provide wisdom if she was able. This fact was even more prevalent when the war began. The longer the war dragged on, the more Aryn found herself listening to the regrets, tales, and sorrows of the soldiers and the struggles they faced, both internal and external. But it wasn't that Aryn was just easy to talk to. She felt their pain, felt their sorrow, felt their emotions as keenly as they did. As a empath, she could feel and understand exactly what each person was going through. And so, she was able to advise and help them cope far more accurately than any doctor could.
She developed a especially strong bond with the Commandos of the 91st regiment. While she was a Jedi, and they republic soldiers, over the coarse of the next five years they became family. Spending the majority of each waking moment with each other throughout the campaign, unless Aryn's duties brought her back to Coruscant and the Jedi temple.
Battle after battle. World after world. Aryn was on the front line with the men of the 91st 1st Squad. Leading the way, lightsaber in hand, through what amounted to one of the bloodiest and costly wars the Galaxy had seen in several centuries. And her men loved her for it. Not just her calming and reassuring presence, but the fact that through everything, she stood with them, lead them, and fought beside them.
Though after so many battles, the stresses of war and conflict were beginning to wear on Aryn. She had killed and defeated well over a dozen Sith warrior and two Darths. Those battles more punishing than any against what remained of the Imperial and Sith forces. All of this combined was tearing her apart, both mentally and physically. Not to mention with her communion with the force. What she once viewed as her greatest gift, was steadily becoming a curse, one she began to resent. Unlike her commandos and other soldiers, and even unlike the other Jedi. She felt each loss of life. Each death the war claimed on the worlds she fought upon tore some small part of her away. Each part leaving a scar. Combined with the pain of her commandos, their own personal pain, and the pain when they lost someone, was felt by Aryn as if it were her own.
As time wore on, and so did the war, Aryn became more withdrawn. Often remaining silent regardless of the situation they found themselves in. Where once she was a beacon of hope, a single light in the darkest of moments, her light was fading. Where once she had laughed most, she now bore only silence and regret. Where once she had smiled most, she now only wore a stoic mask of unreadable detachment. The light was fading in her green eyes and her men could see it. Sense it. And hated it.
On one of her returns to Coruscant, a Jedi Master who also shared her gift as a empath felt her turmoil. He called Aryn to his audience chamber where he attempted to council the Knight. However, where once she would have listened and been grateful for the teachings and wisdom of a master, she found herself resentful. She lashed out verbally at his council and warnings.
"You sit here in the temple while thousands die! You talk of peace, but there is none around me! You speak of acceptance while you have nothing difficult to accept! You preach of calm when all I have is chaos! How dare you speak to me about serenity! You aren't there! You don't see what is left when the battle is over! You don't feel their pain! You don't feel them die! You don't feel their suffering! How dare you attempt to council me!"
Her outburst would no go unheard. The master was concerned and troubled by what he saw in the young woman. He spoke about his concerns to the Jedi Council for her mental and physical health with not only herself but with the force as well. While Aryn was one of their best Knights, and one of their most seasoned warriors to boot, they felt it best if she retire from the battlefield. In the end, the decision was made to pull Aryn from the front lines and return her to the Temple where they could help in heal the wounds the war had inflicted.
However, when Aryn was summoned to the Council and this decision was presented to her. It was as much of a slap to the face as it was anything else to her. She argued against the decision. Declaring that her men, her unit needed her. The Galaxy needed her. The people and civilians caught in the middle of the war needed her. She stated she had seen more combat and was more seasoned as many of the masters. While this was true, and it would be a blow to the Jedi and Republic forces no longer having her are the forefront, their concern was for her health and safety. However, Aryn didn't see it that way. In the end, the Councils decision was final, made all the more easy by her outburst and anger at their decision.
Aryn returned to her quarters where she tried to find her inner peace. She called upon the force to guide her but, her thoughts were like a hurricane. She couldn't calm them nor could she find the peace she sought after. Images of the dead, the dying, and scenes from battles she had fought interrupted her meditation, along with the resentment she felt towards the Council's decision. That night, and the many nights that followed, she would find little to no rest. Each night she awoke sweating, and sometimes screaming. Her dreams haunted by gruesome battles and death. Tormented as she relived the battles she had fought. The enemies she had struck down, and the lost lives of those she had been too late to save.
The men of the 91st 1st squad were also disheartened that their commander and comrade for the past five years had been replaced with two much younger and less tested Jedi, and one Seasoned veteran. This did not set well with them. Their casualties increased. And their moral was brought low. Aryn felt it. Felt it through the force. Felt each time one of the men she served with and had come to care for died. Slowly over the next several weeks, her resentment turned to anger. But despite several meetings with the council, they remained true to their decision.
But Aryn wouldn't abandon her men. Wouldn't abandon the worlds the Republic forgot about. Wouldn't abandon the people who's lives were forever shattered by the Sith and the war. Later that night, she left the Temple and made her way in secret to the Spaceport. Boarding her ship, she left Coruscant and rejoined the war front. And when the 91st deployed again. She went with them in her own ship. She did her best to conceal her presence from the Jedi aboard the ship, but in truth, she did so so they would not order her away. She wouldn't lose any more of her men.
Once the Republic Battleship touched down planet side, all but the seasoned Jedi Knight was surprised to find Aryn already there. The comandos were elated, but the Jedi were concerned. For they could feel Aryn's anger, resentment, and rage. Despite their misgivings, they had a battle to win and a mission to complete. The battle of Jakku was particularly taxing. Many villages were destroyed as a result of the fighting. On the planet, Aryn was separated from the group when she felt the presence of two Sith warriors. She engaged with the pair, and while they were skilled, Aryn was fueled by anger and pain. Each loss of life on Jakku was felt keenly by her, and she needed someone, something to blame. And she blamed the Sith. Despite being outnumbered, one Sith warrior fell dead to the sands, the other now stood alone and knew he was out matched. During the battle, Aryn removed the Sith's arm with her lightsaber, disarming him. The Sith fell to his knees, and Aryn raised her blade to remove his head, but was stopped when she heard her name. The Jedi had caught up with her. She turned and saw the faces of the two younger Jedi, and the stoic mask of the seasoned veteran. She told them to leave and she would finish this. But they refused. The older Knight reminded her that the Sith before her was defenseless and no longer a threat. He reminded her of the way of the force, and of the Jedi code. To which Aryn angrily yelled, "This is no prisoner! This is nothing but a monster! The Galaxy will be better off without him!"
The Knights approached her, and reminded simply stated this wasn't her. This wasn't the Aryn they knew. They reminded her of the mercy she once had. Aryn screamed, "They don't deserve mercy! Not after what they have done! They don't even deserve a quick death!"
The rest of the 91st arrived then to whiteness the confrontation. They watched in horror and pain as they saw their beloved commander in this state.
The older Knight tried to reason with Aryn, reminding her that this was the same path that brought the Sith to where they are. This only enraged Aryn. "How dare you compre me to them! I am not like them!" She screamed. She felt betrayed. She felt as if the Jedi, her own people, were siding with the Sith over her. She felt alone.
Seeing she wouldn't adhere to reason, he tried a new tactic. Thinking she would come with them if her own men where to take her into custody. But this only backfire and spiraled into something far far worse. While the commandos were loyal to and loved her. They were also beholden to the Republic. And they obeyed the orders of the Jedi who were their commanders. Tears welled in Aryn's eyes at this. "You would chose them? Over me?" She asked of everyone. "You would protect a Sith?" She asked, tears steaming down her cheeks. She closed her eyes, "I will protect these people. I will protect this world... Even if that means I have to protect it from you." She said, and activated her lightsaber.
The commandos backed away at the Knights orders and the four of them engaged in battle, though the three Jedi were on the defensive not wanting to hurt Aryn if it could be avoided. Anger, pain, and rage was all that was driving Aryn at that moment, and so it came as a shock to her, when one of the younger Jedi was suddenly impaled on the green blade of her lightsaber. Shock, regret, pain, and sadness filled her. She stared in disbelief as the younger Knight crumpled to his knees. The body fell over on its side, and Aryn felt him die. "No..." was all that escaped her. She looked up at the remaining two Jedi. She wasn't like the Sith. She wasn't. This was their fault.
"Why did you make me do this?!" She screamed. The older Knight closed his eyes, and activated his lightsaber. Knowing Aryn was lost. She saw the resolve harden in his eyes, and knew there was only one path left to each of them. But her rage resurfaced. This was their fault. They caused this. The Sith caused this. The Council caused this.
Some distance off, three figures watched the conflict between the Jedi and the commandos. Watched as the green saber deflected bolts back into the soldier who fired it. Watched as one by one, the soldiers fell, either to their own blaster fire, or to the green lightsaber. One of the three, stepped forward as if he meant to engage the Jedi while they were at their weakest, but stopped when the figure out front lifted a hand to stay him. The Sith Lord watched as Jedi fought Jedi. Watched as one of the Jedi fell to the ground, her blue lightsaber deactivating as it fell from her lifeless fingers. Watched as the remaining Jedi now fought for his life. Watched as he was outclassed and out maneuvered. Watched as the green blade removed his head and his lifeless body fell to the sand. He watched as the remaining Jedi, fell to her knees and screamed. Watched as she wept. He then, turned around and beckoned to the two Sith warrior to come with him. Aryn's screams of torment filling his ears as he headed back to his ship.
In the end, it wasn't the Sith that defeated Aryn Ladhar. It was war. She was not brought low by the political bureaucracies of the Republic. Nor was she brought down by the passive misguided teaching of the Jedi. She wasn't conquered by the blade or power of a Sith and their hate and lust for power. But rather she was a tragic casualty of war. In the end, you either die a hero, or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain.
"War does not determine who is right - Only who is left."
-Anonymous-
Name: Aryn Ladhar
Alias: N/A
Faction: The Sith Order
Rank: N/A
Homeworld: Alderaan
Living Situation: Lives on her ship
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Marital Status: Single
Languages Known: Binary, Bocce, Durese, Jawaese (understands), Shyriiwook (understands), Twi'leki
Voice Sample:
Theme:
| Physical Information |
Race: Human
Age: 31
Gender: Female
Height: 175.26 cm (5'9")
Weight: 63.50 kg (140 lbs)
Eye Color: Green
Hair: Dark Brown
Skin: Fair
| The Force |
Force Sensitive: Yes: Empath
Force Rank: Knight
Force Alignment: Dark Sideish
Light---------|---Dark (about here)
Master: N/A
Apprentices: N/A
| Family |
Parents: Jane and Fandor Ladhar
Siblings: None
Lover: None (yet)
| Traits |
[+] Fearless
[+] Natural Leader, charismatic
[+] Honorable
[+] Loyal (Unless Betrayed)
[--] Hateful
[--] Suspicious
[--] PTSD, Nightmares, Moody
| Background |
"For years the war raged on. Relentless. Consuming. Destructive. Taking lives indiscriminately and without passion. For most of the battles as they were, I was at the fore front. My commandos and I. A special elite strike force utilized in shutting down the Sith's forces on the battlefield where things were at their worst. And for years, I and my commandos did just that. I have killed people in battle. I have killed people by indirect means. I have taken life in the raging chaos of combat. But I had never... Just ended a life... not until that day. And then.. I ended several."
"Battle not with monsters, lest ye become a monster, and if you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes also into you."
– Friedrich Nietzsche, Beyond Good and Evil
Aryn was a Jedi Knight of the Jedi Order. For years she served with unwavering confidence in the Order. Upholding the Jedi values, beliefs, and teachings. She was a star pupil. A valiant Knight who received praise at ever turn. But that ascension and natural talent never went to her head. She was always regarded as one of the most level headed and wisest of her peers. In fact, many other Jedi Knights, Padawan's, soldiers, and every day people would often approach her in hopes of receiving wisdom, closure, or counseling. But this fact was due to her communion with the Force. She was extremely gifted in that regard, for Aryn was a empath. She could feel the force, and those within it far more keenly than any of her peers, and even some of the Masters. She had special bond with people, no matter where she was, or who she was around, people flocked to her. And would find themselves telling and admitting all manner of things to her. Any Jedi was difficult to lie to, but Aryn was down right impossible. It was the force, sure. But there was also something about her and her large deep green eyes that made her easy to talk to. Confide in. Even to complete strangers.
Despite this, Aryn never seemed to mind. Good, bad, or neutral, she would always listen and do her best to provide wisdom if she was able. This fact was even more prevalent when the war began. The longer the war dragged on, the more Aryn found herself listening to the regrets, tales, and sorrows of the soldiers and the struggles they faced, both internal and external. But it wasn't that Aryn was just easy to talk to. She felt their pain, felt their sorrow, felt their emotions as keenly as they did. As a empath, she could feel and understand exactly what each person was going through. And so, she was able to advise and help them cope far more accurately than any doctor could.
She developed a especially strong bond with the Commandos of the 91st regiment. While she was a Jedi, and they republic soldiers, over the coarse of the next five years they became family. Spending the majority of each waking moment with each other throughout the campaign, unless Aryn's duties brought her back to Coruscant and the Jedi temple.
Battle after battle. World after world. Aryn was on the front line with the men of the 91st 1st Squad. Leading the way, lightsaber in hand, through what amounted to one of the bloodiest and costly wars the Galaxy had seen in several centuries. And her men loved her for it. Not just her calming and reassuring presence, but the fact that through everything, she stood with them, lead them, and fought beside them.
Though after so many battles, the stresses of war and conflict were beginning to wear on Aryn. She had killed and defeated well over a dozen Sith warrior and two Darths. Those battles more punishing than any against what remained of the Imperial and Sith forces. All of this combined was tearing her apart, both mentally and physically. Not to mention with her communion with the force. What she once viewed as her greatest gift, was steadily becoming a curse, one she began to resent. Unlike her commandos and other soldiers, and even unlike the other Jedi. She felt each loss of life. Each death the war claimed on the worlds she fought upon tore some small part of her away. Each part leaving a scar. Combined with the pain of her commandos, their own personal pain, and the pain when they lost someone, was felt by Aryn as if it were her own.
As time wore on, and so did the war, Aryn became more withdrawn. Often remaining silent regardless of the situation they found themselves in. Where once she was a beacon of hope, a single light in the darkest of moments, her light was fading. Where once she had laughed most, she now bore only silence and regret. Where once she had smiled most, she now only wore a stoic mask of unreadable detachment. The light was fading in her green eyes and her men could see it. Sense it. And hated it.
On one of her returns to Coruscant, a Jedi Master who also shared her gift as a empath felt her turmoil. He called Aryn to his audience chamber where he attempted to council the Knight. However, where once she would have listened and been grateful for the teachings and wisdom of a master, she found herself resentful. She lashed out verbally at his council and warnings.
"You sit here in the temple while thousands die! You talk of peace, but there is none around me! You speak of acceptance while you have nothing difficult to accept! You preach of calm when all I have is chaos! How dare you speak to me about serenity! You aren't there! You don't see what is left when the battle is over! You don't feel their pain! You don't feel them die! You don't feel their suffering! How dare you attempt to council me!"
Her outburst would no go unheard. The master was concerned and troubled by what he saw in the young woman. He spoke about his concerns to the Jedi Council for her mental and physical health with not only herself but with the force as well. While Aryn was one of their best Knights, and one of their most seasoned warriors to boot, they felt it best if she retire from the battlefield. In the end, the decision was made to pull Aryn from the front lines and return her to the Temple where they could help in heal the wounds the war had inflicted.
However, when Aryn was summoned to the Council and this decision was presented to her. It was as much of a slap to the face as it was anything else to her. She argued against the decision. Declaring that her men, her unit needed her. The Galaxy needed her. The people and civilians caught in the middle of the war needed her. She stated she had seen more combat and was more seasoned as many of the masters. While this was true, and it would be a blow to the Jedi and Republic forces no longer having her are the forefront, their concern was for her health and safety. However, Aryn didn't see it that way. In the end, the Councils decision was final, made all the more easy by her outburst and anger at their decision.
Aryn returned to her quarters where she tried to find her inner peace. She called upon the force to guide her but, her thoughts were like a hurricane. She couldn't calm them nor could she find the peace she sought after. Images of the dead, the dying, and scenes from battles she had fought interrupted her meditation, along with the resentment she felt towards the Council's decision. That night, and the many nights that followed, she would find little to no rest. Each night she awoke sweating, and sometimes screaming. Her dreams haunted by gruesome battles and death. Tormented as she relived the battles she had fought. The enemies she had struck down, and the lost lives of those she had been too late to save.
The men of the 91st 1st squad were also disheartened that their commander and comrade for the past five years had been replaced with two much younger and less tested Jedi, and one Seasoned veteran. This did not set well with them. Their casualties increased. And their moral was brought low. Aryn felt it. Felt it through the force. Felt each time one of the men she served with and had come to care for died. Slowly over the next several weeks, her resentment turned to anger. But despite several meetings with the council, they remained true to their decision.
But Aryn wouldn't abandon her men. Wouldn't abandon the worlds the Republic forgot about. Wouldn't abandon the people who's lives were forever shattered by the Sith and the war. Later that night, she left the Temple and made her way in secret to the Spaceport. Boarding her ship, she left Coruscant and rejoined the war front. And when the 91st deployed again. She went with them in her own ship. She did her best to conceal her presence from the Jedi aboard the ship, but in truth, she did so so they would not order her away. She wouldn't lose any more of her men.
Once the Republic Battleship touched down planet side, all but the seasoned Jedi Knight was surprised to find Aryn already there. The comandos were elated, but the Jedi were concerned. For they could feel Aryn's anger, resentment, and rage. Despite their misgivings, they had a battle to win and a mission to complete. The battle of Jakku was particularly taxing. Many villages were destroyed as a result of the fighting. On the planet, Aryn was separated from the group when she felt the presence of two Sith warriors. She engaged with the pair, and while they were skilled, Aryn was fueled by anger and pain. Each loss of life on Jakku was felt keenly by her, and she needed someone, something to blame. And she blamed the Sith. Despite being outnumbered, one Sith warrior fell dead to the sands, the other now stood alone and knew he was out matched. During the battle, Aryn removed the Sith's arm with her lightsaber, disarming him. The Sith fell to his knees, and Aryn raised her blade to remove his head, but was stopped when she heard her name. The Jedi had caught up with her. She turned and saw the faces of the two younger Jedi, and the stoic mask of the seasoned veteran. She told them to leave and she would finish this. But they refused. The older Knight reminded her that the Sith before her was defenseless and no longer a threat. He reminded her of the way of the force, and of the Jedi code. To which Aryn angrily yelled, "This is no prisoner! This is nothing but a monster! The Galaxy will be better off without him!"
The Knights approached her, and reminded simply stated this wasn't her. This wasn't the Aryn they knew. They reminded her of the mercy she once had. Aryn screamed, "They don't deserve mercy! Not after what they have done! They don't even deserve a quick death!"
The rest of the 91st arrived then to whiteness the confrontation. They watched in horror and pain as they saw their beloved commander in this state.
The older Knight tried to reason with Aryn, reminding her that this was the same path that brought the Sith to where they are. This only enraged Aryn. "How dare you compre me to them! I am not like them!" She screamed. She felt betrayed. She felt as if the Jedi, her own people, were siding with the Sith over her. She felt alone.
Seeing she wouldn't adhere to reason, he tried a new tactic. Thinking she would come with them if her own men where to take her into custody. But this only backfire and spiraled into something far far worse. While the commandos were loyal to and loved her. They were also beholden to the Republic. And they obeyed the orders of the Jedi who were their commanders. Tears welled in Aryn's eyes at this. "You would chose them? Over me?" She asked of everyone. "You would protect a Sith?" She asked, tears steaming down her cheeks. She closed her eyes, "I will protect these people. I will protect this world... Even if that means I have to protect it from you." She said, and activated her lightsaber.
The commandos backed away at the Knights orders and the four of them engaged in battle, though the three Jedi were on the defensive not wanting to hurt Aryn if it could be avoided. Anger, pain, and rage was all that was driving Aryn at that moment, and so it came as a shock to her, when one of the younger Jedi was suddenly impaled on the green blade of her lightsaber. Shock, regret, pain, and sadness filled her. She stared in disbelief as the younger Knight crumpled to his knees. The body fell over on its side, and Aryn felt him die. "No..." was all that escaped her. She looked up at the remaining two Jedi. She wasn't like the Sith. She wasn't. This was their fault.
"Why did you make me do this?!" She screamed. The older Knight closed his eyes, and activated his lightsaber. Knowing Aryn was lost. She saw the resolve harden in his eyes, and knew there was only one path left to each of them. But her rage resurfaced. This was their fault. They caused this. The Sith caused this. The Council caused this.
Some distance off, three figures watched the conflict between the Jedi and the commandos. Watched as the green saber deflected bolts back into the soldier who fired it. Watched as one by one, the soldiers fell, either to their own blaster fire, or to the green lightsaber. One of the three, stepped forward as if he meant to engage the Jedi while they were at their weakest, but stopped when the figure out front lifted a hand to stay him. The Sith Lord watched as Jedi fought Jedi. Watched as one of the Jedi fell to the ground, her blue lightsaber deactivating as it fell from her lifeless fingers. Watched as the remaining Jedi now fought for his life. Watched as he was outclassed and out maneuvered. Watched as the green blade removed his head and his lifeless body fell to the sand. He watched as the remaining Jedi, fell to her knees and screamed. Watched as she wept. He then, turned around and beckoned to the two Sith warrior to come with him. Aryn's screams of torment filling his ears as he headed back to his ship.
In the end, it wasn't the Sith that defeated Aryn Ladhar. It was war. She was not brought low by the political bureaucracies of the Republic. Nor was she brought down by the passive misguided teaching of the Jedi. She wasn't conquered by the blade or power of a Sith and their hate and lust for power. But rather she was a tragic casualty of war. In the end, you either die a hero, or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain.
"War does not determine who is right - Only who is left."
-Anonymous-
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