Jedi Guardian
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
Power and Precision- Despite his youth, Eshan is a skilled combatant, adept in various fighting styles. His size and strength allow him to deliver crushing blows, but he also possesses the dexterity to strike with speed and precision, making him unpredictable and adaptable.
Presence is Power- Towering and battle-hardened, Eshan's very presence can end fights before they begin. His commanding stature and the way he carries himself make others think twice before crossing him, allowing him to win battles through dominance alone.
The Hunter’s Pounce-While Eshan lacks long-term stamina, he more than makes up for it with incredible bursts of speed. His Trianii physiology, combined with his Ataru training, allows him to close distances in an instant, overwhelming enemies before they can react. His ability to lunge, strike, and reposition quickly makes him difficult to pin down in a fight.
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The Caged Beast- Torn between his Jedi teachings and the heritage denied to him, Eshan struggles with control. He tries to suppress his anger and resentment, but his emotions often boil over when he’s frustrated or provoked. This internal battle has not only held him back from knighthood but also isolated him from others, leaving him feeling trapped between two worlds.
Blinded Hunter- Like his kin, Eshan’s feline eyes are finely tuned for hunting in the shadowy forests of Trian, making them highly sensitive to sudden bursts of light. While he has adjusted to the brightness of Coruscant, flashbangs, flares, or other blinding weapons can severely impair him, leaving him vulnerable.
Body Over Mind- Eshan fights with instinct—and that’s both a strength and a dangerous liability. Against predictable enemies, he thrives, striking fast and hard, but against unorthodox or illusion-based foes, he falters. Sith mind tricks and enemies who don’t fight directly can leave him disoriented, forcing him into situations where brute force isn’t enough.
BIOGRAPHY:
Born on Trian to a loving mother and father, Eshan was cherished by his entire village. They were a proud people, known for raising generations of great hunters. Some had gone off to fight alongside the Trianii Rangers, others had become Jedi, and a few had even made their names in the gladiatorial arenas of the Outer Rim. From an early age, Eshan showed the potential to follow any of these paths, yet he never dreamed of leaving. All he wanted was to be a good son—to work the land, hunt for his clan, and build a future with his people.
By the time he was five or six, he had already begun learning the customs and traditions of his ancestors, eager to embrace his heritage. His parents often spoke of the great things he would accomplish, but to him, that future was right there in the village. He believed them when they said they were proud.
That belief shattered the morning his parents led him outside and told him how much they loved him—how he was meant for something greater than their simple way of life. Waiting for him was a Jedi, standing by a nearby ship. Even as young as he was, Eshan knew what that meant. He had seen other children taken, plucked from their families, from their clans, to train with strangers who knew nothing of them, of their ways. He felt betrayed. He screamed, he fought, he begged—but it didn't matter. The Jedi took him. And soon, he was gone.
For years, Coruscant became his prison. His master trained him in the ways of the Force, drilled him in lightsaber combat, and took him on missions—but never anywhere near Trian. Any time Eshan spoke of home, his master would remind him that attachments led to the Dark Side and that he needed to let go. Let go of his family. His people. His past.
He refused. Resentment took root in him, slow and bitter. At first, it was outbursts—flashes of anger when he was frustrated, when he felt too confined, too lost. He lashed out, fought back, refused to be a complacent little Jedi. But over time, he learned to hide it better. The tantrums turned into silent determination. The sharp words became a burning drive to train harder, to be stronger. He told himself that once he became a Jedi Knight, he would be free. He would finally have the power to return home.
And then, just as knighthood seemed within reach, everything fell apart.
His master—the one person he had come to trust—was suddenly exiled from the Order. The Jedi refused to explain why, speaking only of their master's failures and betrayals. No details. No closure. No goodbye.
The loss broke something in Eshan. He snapped, lashing out at another Padawan in anger. The Jedi punished him—not just for the fight, but by deliberately delaying his reassignment. For the first time in years, he was left truly alone, with nothing but his own regrets and unanswered questions.
Now, Eshan remains a Padawan, drifting between training exercises and meaningless missions, still without a master, still without a sense of belonging. He knows nothing of his people beyond what he remembers as a cub. The bright future his parents had promised him feels further away than ever.
And for the first time, he wonders if it was ever real at all.
