Valor the Forsaken
Character
Tags: Braze | Open
After the events that lead Valor to meeting with Silas Westgard , the genetically modified Echani clone was brought to the Grand Jedi Temple, and processed. Valor was methodically questioned, his weapons temporarily relinquished, and his intentions scrutinized under the calm yet piercing gaze of the Temple's security. The youth's demeanor was polite but distant, a professionalism that bordered on cold, which did little to ease the tension. The initial processing was a blur of formalities, each step stripping away another layer of his former life, leaving him feeling more exposed than ever. When all was said and done he was fitted with a med tracer that couldn't easily be removed for teh time beingand told he was to stay with in the temple.
Eventually, he was led through the quiet corridors to a small room that would be his temporary residence. The room was utilitarian, with minimal furnishings—a bed, a desk, and a small meditation pad—mirroring the simplicity and discipline that were hallmarks of the Jedi way. The walls were bare, the light soft and unobtrusive.
As the door slid shut behind him, the soft hiss of the sealing mechanism felt final, like the quiet conclusion to a chapter of his life that was fraught with turmoil. Left alone with his thoughts, Valor found no peace in the silence. Instead, the room felt like a cell, the tranquility of the Temple oppressive, as if the very walls were waiting for him to unravel the secrets he carried within him.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Valor looked out the small window at the Coruscant skyline. Here, in the heart of the Jedi's sanctum, Valor felt an unexpected pang of vulnerability—the realization that he was no longer just a pawn in a larger game, but a participant in a story that could very well reshape his destiny.
Unable to find peace in the silence of his room, Valor ventured out into the quieter halls of the Jedi Temple, seeking familiarity in its vast spaces. His exploration led him to the training rooms where the sound of clashing sabers resonated with him. Standing at the entrance, he watched Jedi of various ranks engage in rigorous practice, their movements fluid and disciplined.
This environment was familiar and comforting. The energy of combat, the rhythmic dance of lightsabers—here, Valor felt at ease.
Last edited: