Jagen Navarr
Character
NAME: Jagen Navarr
FACTION: N/A
RANK: Dark Jedi Knight
SPECIES: Echani
AGE: 27
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 5'10"
WEIGHT: 165 lbs
EYES: Quicksilver
HAIR: White
SKIN: Caucasian
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
+Highly flexible
+Able to predict enemy attacks
+/-Quiet observer
-Cold disposition
-Loner
-Overly aggressive in defense of himself or others
APPEARANCE: 27 years old, Quicksilver colored eyes, short, white hair, 5'10" tall, 165 pounds, Atheletic build, clean shaven, angular features, heavy scarring along much of his back and upper arms(can be seen along the neck above the collar), often seen in dark grey Jedi robes
BIOGRAPHY:
Jagen was young when he was taken into the Jedi order, never knowing his parents, and thus had no reference point outside of the Jedi. While his training progressed smoothly enough, he was by no means the fastest learner. When the time came he was assigned to a young Echani female as his master, While he does not recall her name, he can remember that the woman was an odd duality in that her lessons were often harsh, but her personality was gentle. As time went on and he began to go on missions with his master, a more aggressive side began to show itself. It was slow at first, and while he had shown aggression before in training duels, it had always remained controlled. These outbursts were more severe in nature and far more uncontrolled. It worried his master enough for her to bring him before the Council.
On the trip there had been a tense quiet aboard her ship after she wondered aloud where the root of the aggression lay, and why he felt he had failed to harness it and control it properly. The answer came as they were landing at the Temple, a single word, 'Emotion.' Oddly the word when spoken was devoid of any emotion, a seemingly robotic answer in how monotone it was. Standing before the Masters of the Order and his own master was an intimidating moment for Jagen, he knew that this time was different somehow.
When the Masters had convened and the punishment decided, he was given word that he was to be kept under close watch and reassigned if he was unable to calm the seething anger within. As his master recounted, it was within the span of only a few missions that the opposite happened, his aggression slowly consumed his actions, however it didn't seem to be hatred that drove him, rather a steely determination to do whatever had to be done to protect. The council, quite unsurprisingly saw it differently and requested that he turn in his saber for his failures. The anger emanating from him at this request was unable to be missed, however his expression and demeanor were stoic as he calmly took the weapon from his belt and handed it over. A surprising reaction from the young man.
Once this was done he had the choice to face reassignment or to leave. It was a small courtesy that it was not called exile, but the Echani knew what it meant. He glanced to each of the masters present, including the woman who had trained him and bowed his head in deference, a sad smile was visible on his features for a short moment upon telling them he chose exile. The word 'exile' was emphasized when he responded, but there was no venom in his response, only a sense of loss. He spared one more look to the woman under whom he had learned so much, though keeping his head bowed, as he had failed her. All that was present was a deafening silence as he turned and left the Council Chambers, dejected, and hurt that he had failed his Master. The emotion he had spoken of was directed towards her, though had she any inkling of a growing affection towards her, she made no mention of such at any point during their travels together.
After a time, he managed to get his hands on a beat up YV- 929 armed freighter and make his own way in the galaxy, performing odd jobs here and there. As he did, he learned to harness the rage within himself to empower his abilities beyond what they had been. This would lead him down the path of a Dark Jedi in time. If you notice the scarring it's probably best not to ask by the way...
Weapons: Single, yellow bladed lightsaber
SHIP:
YV-929 Armed freighter- Astral Raven
KILLS:N/A
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:N/A
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ROLE-PLAYS:
On the trip there had been a tense quiet aboard her ship after she wondered aloud where the root of the aggression lay, and why he felt he had failed to harness it and control it properly. The answer came as they were landing at the Temple, a single word, 'Emotion.' Oddly the word when spoken was devoid of any emotion, a seemingly robotic answer in how monotone it was. Standing before the Masters of the Order and his own master was an intimidating moment for Jagen, he knew that this time was different somehow.
FACTION: N/A
RANK: Dark Jedi Knight
SPECIES: Echani
AGE: 27
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 5'10"
WEIGHT: 165 lbs
EYES: Quicksilver
HAIR: White
SKIN: Caucasian
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
+Highly flexible
+Able to predict enemy attacks
+/-Quiet observer
-Cold disposition
-Loner
-Overly aggressive in defense of himself or others
APPEARANCE: 27 years old, Quicksilver colored eyes, short, white hair, 5'10" tall, 165 pounds, Atheletic build, clean shaven, angular features, heavy scarring along much of his back and upper arms(can be seen along the neck above the collar), often seen in dark grey Jedi robes
BIOGRAPHY:
Jagen was young when he was taken into the Jedi order, never knowing his parents, and thus had no reference point outside of the Jedi. While his training progressed smoothly enough, he was by no means the fastest learner. When the time came he was assigned to a young Echani female as his master, While he does not recall her name, he can remember that the woman was an odd duality in that her lessons were often harsh, but her personality was gentle. As time went on and he began to go on missions with his master, a more aggressive side began to show itself. It was slow at first, and while he had shown aggression before in training duels, it had always remained controlled. These outbursts were more severe in nature and far more uncontrolled. It worried his master enough for her to bring him before the Council.
On the trip there had been a tense quiet aboard her ship after she wondered aloud where the root of the aggression lay, and why he felt he had failed to harness it and control it properly. The answer came as they were landing at the Temple, a single word, 'Emotion.' Oddly the word when spoken was devoid of any emotion, a seemingly robotic answer in how monotone it was. Standing before the Masters of the Order and his own master was an intimidating moment for Jagen, he knew that this time was different somehow.
When the Masters had convened and the punishment decided, he was given word that he was to be kept under close watch and reassigned if he was unable to calm the seething anger within. As his master recounted, it was within the span of only a few missions that the opposite happened, his aggression slowly consumed his actions, however it didn't seem to be hatred that drove him, rather a steely determination to do whatever had to be done to protect. The council, quite unsurprisingly saw it differently and requested that he turn in his saber for his failures. The anger emanating from him at this request was unable to be missed, however his expression and demeanor were stoic as he calmly took the weapon from his belt and handed it over. A surprising reaction from the young man.
Once this was done he had the choice to face reassignment or to leave. It was a small courtesy that it was not called exile, but the Echani knew what it meant. He glanced to each of the masters present, including the woman who had trained him and bowed his head in deference, a sad smile was visible on his features for a short moment upon telling them he chose exile. The word 'exile' was emphasized when he responded, but there was no venom in his response, only a sense of loss. He spared one more look to the woman under whom he had learned so much, though keeping his head bowed, as he had failed her. All that was present was a deafening silence as he turned and left the Council Chambers, dejected, and hurt that he had failed his Master. The emotion he had spoken of was directed towards her, though had she any inkling of a growing affection towards her, she made no mention of such at any point during their travels together.
After a time, he managed to get his hands on a beat up YV- 929 armed freighter and make his own way in the galaxy, performing odd jobs here and there. As he did, he learned to harness the rage within himself to empower his abilities beyond what they had been. This would lead him down the path of a Dark Jedi in time. If you notice the scarring it's probably best not to ask by the way...
Weapons: Single, yellow bladed lightsaber
SHIP:
YV-929 Armed freighter- Astral Raven
KILLS:N/A
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:N/A
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ROLE-PLAYS:
On the trip there had been a tense quiet aboard her ship after she wondered aloud where the root of the aggression lay, and why he felt he had failed to harness it and control it properly. The answer came as they were landing at the Temple, a single word, 'Emotion.' Oddly the word when spoken was devoid of any emotion, a seemingly robotic answer in how monotone it was. Standing before the Masters of the Order and his own master was an intimidating moment for Jagen, he knew that this time was different somehow.
