[member="Ruby Wilded"]
Alexander was quietly sitting in his small hut on the planet of Tatooine. He sat down at his table and laid out the strange device he'd found on himself as he woke up. All he knew about it was many people respected, or feared it. Which either lead to them respecting him, or trying to attack him. So, Alexander kept it hidden in the black robe he woke up in. He then laid out the broken device of the same nature and looked to it. Sighing a little as he assumed that the weapon had been destroyed in the same incident which cost him his memory. Well, at least most of his memory. He remembered his name was Alexander Thenveer, That he had some strange connection to the force that most didn't, and that he was approximately 18. Beyond that his memories were mostly recently acquired, and Alexander was awaiting somebody who might be able to aid him in relearning force techniques, and teach him how to wield the thing most referred to as a lightsaber.
Alexander eventually stood up and placed the blade in it's sheath. As he opened the door and looked out into the world. Luckily there was no sand storms coming as far as he knew. The planet wasn't showing signs of it at least. So, Alexander left his home and headed to the local village. As he began to search around and find parts to build a defense system. One could never be too safe in this universe. He went around from one local, to another and nobody seemed to be offering any parts. Well, why would they, Alexander didn't have really any credits to offer them. Furthermore credits didn't hold much weight in this outer rim world as it did other places. At least that was what he'd been told.
Suddenly, Alexander felt a chill, a familiar feeling surged through him. Which made him glance around uneasily. Somebody else was here who was like him. He wasn't sure who that individual was, or how he exactly knew that. Though he didn't question, as he placed his hood over his head. Then moved around in what few crowds were available. As he began to search for who had the force signature he was feeling. Perhaps this was the most Alexander remembered of his force training. Was that almost anything could be revealed by reaching out with the force. Alexander did so mostly by subconscious exercises so until he had better training, these senses could be tricked. Though Alexander could only hope his instincts would lead him to the right person, and that they'd be willing to help him. In return he'd be more then happy to help them in return. With whatever it was they were here on this planet for.
Alexander was quietly sitting in his small hut on the planet of Tatooine. He sat down at his table and laid out the strange device he'd found on himself as he woke up. All he knew about it was many people respected, or feared it. Which either lead to them respecting him, or trying to attack him. So, Alexander kept it hidden in the black robe he woke up in. He then laid out the broken device of the same nature and looked to it. Sighing a little as he assumed that the weapon had been destroyed in the same incident which cost him his memory. Well, at least most of his memory. He remembered his name was Alexander Thenveer, That he had some strange connection to the force that most didn't, and that he was approximately 18. Beyond that his memories were mostly recently acquired, and Alexander was awaiting somebody who might be able to aid him in relearning force techniques, and teach him how to wield the thing most referred to as a lightsaber.
Alexander eventually stood up and placed the blade in it's sheath. As he opened the door and looked out into the world. Luckily there was no sand storms coming as far as he knew. The planet wasn't showing signs of it at least. So, Alexander left his home and headed to the local village. As he began to search around and find parts to build a defense system. One could never be too safe in this universe. He went around from one local, to another and nobody seemed to be offering any parts. Well, why would they, Alexander didn't have really any credits to offer them. Furthermore credits didn't hold much weight in this outer rim world as it did other places. At least that was what he'd been told.
Suddenly, Alexander felt a chill, a familiar feeling surged through him. Which made him glance around uneasily. Somebody else was here who was like him. He wasn't sure who that individual was, or how he exactly knew that. Though he didn't question, as he placed his hood over his head. Then moved around in what few crowds were available. As he began to search for who had the force signature he was feeling. Perhaps this was the most Alexander remembered of his force training. Was that almost anything could be revealed by reaching out with the force. Alexander did so mostly by subconscious exercises so until he had better training, these senses could be tricked. Though Alexander could only hope his instincts would lead him to the right person, and that they'd be willing to help him. In return he'd be more then happy to help them in return. With whatever it was they were here on this planet for.