Kynigos Rhy'Doiken
Character
NAME
Kynigos Rhy'Doiken
(Kin-ee-goes Ree-doe-ih-ken)
FACTION
Independent
RANK
N/A
SPECIES: Human
AGE: Mid-Thirties
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 6'2"
WEIGHT: 210 Pounds
EYES: Brown
HAIR: Brown
SKIN: Caucasian
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes; Trained; Connection to the Force has been severed.
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES
Strengths:
- Dueling: Kynigos, having spent the majority of his life as a member of the Jedi Order, is more than accustomed to lightsaber dueling. Considered a master in Forms VI and VII, Kynigos is not one you'd want to face up close and personal. Fierce like a raging Rancor, with only half the compassion of one.
- Espionage: Being a Jedi doesn't inherently make a man a saint. Kynigos is experienced in arts that would make any man a good spy. Lying, deception, thieving. Though he's a capable fighter, Kynigos is smart enough to realize there's easier ways of doing things. Why kill a man when you can trick him into doing exactly what you want?
- A Man with Nothing to Lose: Betrayed by the Jedi. His connection to the Force Severed. His home abandoned. There is nothing Kynigos won't do at this point. No risk too great. No deed too sinister. Who cares if he gets caught? Life without the force is like choking on every breath.
Weaknesses:
- Severed: Kynigos lived most of his life with the Force. It was a tool in combat and in life. Learning to live without it has been a struggles. Skills that he once had mastered, he's been forced to relearn. Worst of all, Kynigos can't even use the most basic force abilities anymore. It's like fighting with one hand tied behind his back.
- Tunnel Vision: More than anything, Kynigos wants his power back. He will willingly put himself in chains if it means he'll have even the slightest chance of regaining his connection to the Force. No price is too high.
APPEARANCE:
If Tragedy were an artist, Kyngigos' flesh would be a masterpiece. Burns that make the scorched sand of Tatooine look cool. Scars deeper than the hidden jungles of Kashyyk. You'd sooner count all the smugglers in the Outer Rim before you'd finished counting the marks printed into his skin. Ever scar has a story, and every story is sealed behind tight lips and a cold stare. Kynigos is not a man you'd run to asking for help. Chances are, he's the man you'd be running from. There's nothing inviting about him, and if a smile ever does dance it's way across his lips, be cautious. The sweetest flowers always have the sharpest thorns.
Belongings:
- 1 Set of Republic Jedi Armour (Black)
- 1 Lightsaber (Yellow)
BIOGRAPHY:
Like many Jedi, Kynigos might as well have been born into the Order. He was so young when he first arrived. Any memories of his life before are too muddled to make any sense of, not that Kynigos ever really tried to remember. He always just thought of himself as Jedi. He wasn't someone's son or brother. He was a Jedi and the Order was his family. Anything before that, well, it just didn't matter. Besides, Kynigos didn't have time to think about was his mother was like. Studies demanded his full attention.
No one ever said being a Jedi was easy. Though Kynigos was a good student, clever and driven, The Force didn't come easily to him. Sure, the power was there, but he lacked control. Using the Force was like feeding an inferno for him. Results came rapidly in often violent outbursts. Kynigos couldn't keep it in sometimes. Over and over again he was told by his Master and instructors, "You must manage your emotions, Kynigos" or "Patience is key, Kynigos." More often than not, the words fell on deaf ears though. He was young and brash, chasing results. Competitive even, Kynigos always wanted to outdo his peers and stand out. Pride drove him more than anything else.
Unfortunately, Kynigos never really grew out of all his bad habits. He just got better at hiding them. Feigning control over the Force when really, Kynigos relished in his power. He never really did anything wrong. He upheld Jedi standards, kept the peace, all that stuff. But, the older Kynigos got, the less he agreed with the Jedi's creed. By the time he finally became a Knight, he was considered a Maverick by most. A Jedi, but only barely. Emotions propelled Kynigos, despite warnings about the Dark Side. Being angry didn't make a man evil. Feelings didn't condemn a man. The Council was just overcautious. Right?
Maybe.
The independence that came with knighthood opened up more opportunity to experiment with less...accepted Force Methods. But again, he never really did anything wrong! Kynigos still believed himself to be a Jedi, despite his disagreements with their ideology. The Jedi were still all he'd ever known.
He had to admit though, embracing the Dark Side of the force was a rush. It was raw, pouring from him in storms of Sith Lightning. To say that he liked it would be an understatement. Kynigos was addicted to it. Jedi or not, he was still just a man. Any man can be tempted with power, no one in invincible...
Kynigos' little private practice sessions went on for quite some time. Un-monitored and uninterrupted. He dove deep, submerging himself in whatever Sith texts he could get his hands on.
And for the first time in Kynigos', he found something he believed in.
Peace is a lie, there is only passion.
Through passion, I gain strength.
Through strength, I gain power.
Through power, I gain victory.
Passion, strength, power. Everything he'd spent his entire life being constantly warned about, and here was a code that embraced it? Something that encouraged him to let his emotions fly free, to let his power run rampant? Kynigos didn't need anymore convincing after that. Less than two dozen words read from an old manuscript. That's all it took to make Kynigos realize, he didn't want to be a Jedi. Not really anyways. Thats not to say he wanted to be a Sith, but Kynigos knew he was a Jedi only in name now.
-------_-
The dead of night. Soft rain. Empty hallways. Kynigos hurried through the shadowed walkways, carrying a small bag of supplies and a handful of old manuscripts under his arm. Was he stealing? Well, yes. But who was miss of a few ancient transcripts from the Jedi temple? Having been the only one to read them in at least fifty years, Kynigos had come to think of them as his own. He intended to take them with him. Where? He didn't know, but Kynigos didn't plan of ever returning to the Order, and if he did, it wouldn't be as a Jedi Knight.
He crept in near silence, ducking into dark doorways whenever he even thought someone else was in the hallway. Caution was key. Kynigos didn't believe he was doing anything wrong, but he was certain that if anyone started asking questions, they wouldn't see it that way. Reading texts written by the Jedi's oldest enemy? They might call him a traitor right on the spot.
"Stop!" The voice rang out from behind Kynigos, just as he was entering the hangars. A clatter of footsteps told him the mystery voice was not alone. Three yellow lightsabers lit up the hallway, illuminating the faces of their Sentinel owners. "Where do you think you're going, Kynigos?" The man in the middle asked. A Rodian, with beady eyes fixed on Kynigos own lightaber hanging at his belt.
They thought Kynigos would attack them.
That hurt. It stung. No, it ripped through his chest. Kynigos' heart sank to his stomach. They really thought that he intended to kill them? To fight his way through every Jedi in the temple?
"Master Lybol, I just want to leave." Kynigos tried to reason, backing away slowly from the three Jedi Sentinels. "I don't belong here."
"You're absolutely right. You belong in chains. Locked away on some nameless planet." A Zabrak woman said, snarling lightly and taking a few premptive steps towards Kynigos. Her hands clutched the hilt of a double sided lightsaber. The third Sentinel, a human, was wordless but he followed the lead of the Zabrak nonetheless. The two swept out wide to circle Kynigos.
He was beginning to feel like a cornered animal. But that fear brought power...
"I will not go quietly..." Kynigos warned through gritted teeth. His eyes were locked onto the ground at his feet, but he could feel the two Jedi behind him, Master Lybol still standing in front. Kynigos opened his hand and reached with The Force, and suddenly his lightsaber was there ignited. Yellow, to match the three Sentinels circling him. He clutched the weapon like his life depended on it, at this point, it felt like it did.
"Guards to the hangars..." Master Lybol's voice spoke in a hushed tone.
Kynigos panicked. In a few moment there would be half a dozen more Jedi here, and he'd have no chance to escape. The time was now.
Sith lightning arced from his fingertips, singeing the air as it sprang and Master Lybol's face. He obviously hadn't been expecting the attack, or at least not one of the magnitude, because the Master was quickly overwhelmed. The smell of burnt flesh filled the surrounding air. The Rodian screamed, falling to the floor as his body succumbed to the power of the Dark Side.
Kynigos didn't feel bad.
The Zabrak woman leaped forward to intervene, swinging that double sided lightaber in a wide arc and Kynigos whirled to face her. Their sabers clashed, and before Kynigos could counter attack, the third Sentinel was on top of him, bombarding Kynigos with a flurry of wild swings. It was all Kynigos could do to defend himself. Blocking the strikes he could and dodging the others, The two Sentinel's attack forced him to retreat deeper into the hangars.
Kynigos' eyes burned yellow, darting wildly to try and anticipate the Jedi's lightsabers. Defending was never Kynigos' strong suit. He needed to go back on the attack. Opening both his hands and pushing his palms outward, the two Jedi were launched back. The Human slammed into the side of one of the ships, tumbling to the ground. He didn't get back up again. The Zabrak woman rolled once before catching her grip on the metal hangar floors and regaining her composure. Kynigos wouldn't give her to opportunity to overwhelm him again. He closed the distance in a flash, wielding his lightsaber like it was an extension of his soul. He came down on the woman with a hateful scorn. The moment she'd black one strike, he was already throwing another. Kicks, fists, lighstabers. It was all free game. There were no rules here.
He could practically feel her slipping up. Getting clumsy and slow. A firm kick to her chest was the last blow, planting her firmly on the ground at his mercy.
Kynigos held his lightsaber at her throat, close enough that she'd feel the heat biting at her skin.
"That's enough." Master Lybol's voice croaked. Kynigos hadn't even seen the man come, but suddenly he was there, his lightsaber poised to strike Kynigos down. The Jedi Master's face still sizzled and cracked. Blisters already forming.
Kynigos might have tried tto continue the fight. He might have tried to kill all three of the Sentinels. He might have even taken their lightsabers as trophies...
The dozen or so Jedi flooding into the hangar were enough to discourage him. Some sleepy eyed, some with determine faces. All with their weapons ready. It was over.
The night ended with Kynigos bound in a cell, armed guards watching over him day and night.
-------_-
Hours turned days, days into weeks. The first few days, Kynigos had planned his escape. Right up until three Masters came into his cell one morning. He couldn't remember exactly what had happened, it alt felt like a blur now, but when the left, everything was different. Kynigos was cut off from the force. Abandoned by the power he had been chasing. Made to be just a regular man...
After that, Kynigos was hopeless. Whether they killed him, exiled him, or let him rot for the rest of his life, Kynigos didn't care anymore. Life without the force was life without purpose. On occasion, he'd been brought before the council. Every time, Kyigos didn't say a word. The disappointed and frustrated looks on the Master's faces was more than enough to tell Kynigos that they'd already made up their minds about him.
More than anything else, Kynigos felt betrayed. All he'd wanted was to leave. He hadn't been looking for a fight, but what was he supposed to do?! He didn't feel bad about anything he'd done. If anything he felt empowered. He'd fought three Jedi Sentinels, and by the end he'd given them a run for their money, didn't he?
The more time he spent locked in a cell, waiting for a decision to be made, the deeper Kynigos fell.
They were right to fear him.
They would've been fools not to have severed his connection to the force.
He wanted their heads on pikes for it.
Kynigos wanted his power back. And he wanted revenge.
By the time the decision to Exile him had been made, Kynigos came out of his cell a different man. His clothes, his lightsaber, and small bag of personal belongings were all he was afforded before being escorted onto a shuttle and launched off into the far ends of the Outer Rim...
ROLE-PLAYS:
Through passion, I gain strength.
Through strength, I gain power.
Through power, I gain victory.
Passion, strength, power. Everything he'd spent his entire life being constantly warned about, and here was a code that embraced it? Something that encouraged him to let his emotions fly free, to let his power run rampant? Kynigos didn't need anymore convincing after that. Less than two dozen words read from an old manuscript. That's all it took to make Kynigos realize, he didn't want to be a Jedi. Not really anyways. Thats not to say he wanted to be a Sith, but Kynigos knew he was a Jedi only in name now.
-------_-
The dead of night. Soft rain. Empty hallways. Kynigos hurried through the shadowed walkways, carrying a small bag of supplies and a handful of old manuscripts under his arm. Was he stealing? Well, yes. But who was miss of a few ancient transcripts from the Jedi temple? Having been the only one to read them in at least fifty years, Kynigos had come to think of them as his own. He intended to take them with him. Where? He didn't know, but Kynigos didn't plan of ever returning to the Order, and if he did, it wouldn't be as a Jedi Knight.
He crept in near silence, ducking into dark doorways whenever he even thought someone else was in the hallway. Caution was key. Kynigos didn't believe he was doing anything wrong, but he was certain that if anyone started asking questions, they wouldn't see it that way. Reading texts written by the Jedi's oldest enemy? They might call him a traitor right on the spot.
"Stop!" The voice rang out from behind Kynigos, just as he was entering the hangars. A clatter of footsteps told him the mystery voice was not alone. Three yellow lightsabers lit up the hallway, illuminating the faces of their Sentinel owners. "Where do you think you're going, Kynigos?" The man in the middle asked. A Rodian, with beady eyes fixed on Kynigos own lightaber hanging at his belt.
They thought Kynigos would attack them.
That hurt. It stung. No, it ripped through his chest. Kynigos' heart sank to his stomach. They really thought that he intended to kill them? To fight his way through every Jedi in the temple?
"Master Lybol, I just want to leave." Kynigos tried to reason, backing away slowly from the three Jedi Sentinels. "I don't belong here."
"You're absolutely right. You belong in chains. Locked away on some nameless planet." A Zabrak woman said, snarling lightly and taking a few premptive steps towards Kynigos. Her hands clutched the hilt of a double sided lightsaber. The third Sentinel, a human, was wordless but he followed the lead of the Zabrak nonetheless. The two swept out wide to circle Kynigos.
He was beginning to feel like a cornered animal. But that fear brought power...
"I will not go quietly..." Kynigos warned through gritted teeth. His eyes were locked onto the ground at his feet, but he could feel the two Jedi behind him, Master Lybol still standing in front. Kynigos opened his hand and reached with The Force, and suddenly his lightsaber was there ignited. Yellow, to match the three Sentinels circling him. He clutched the weapon like his life depended on it, at this point, it felt like it did.
"Guards to the hangars..." Master Lybol's voice spoke in a hushed tone.
Kynigos panicked. In a few moment there would be half a dozen more Jedi here, and he'd have no chance to escape. The time was now.
Sith lightning arced from his fingertips, singeing the air as it sprang and Master Lybol's face. He obviously hadn't been expecting the attack, or at least not one of the magnitude, because the Master was quickly overwhelmed. The smell of burnt flesh filled the surrounding air. The Rodian screamed, falling to the floor as his body succumbed to the power of the Dark Side.
Kynigos didn't feel bad.
The Zabrak woman leaped forward to intervene, swinging that double sided lightaber in a wide arc and Kynigos whirled to face her. Their sabers clashed, and before Kynigos could counter attack, the third Sentinel was on top of him, bombarding Kynigos with a flurry of wild swings. It was all Kynigos could do to defend himself. Blocking the strikes he could and dodging the others, The two Sentinel's attack forced him to retreat deeper into the hangars.
Kynigos' eyes burned yellow, darting wildly to try and anticipate the Jedi's lightsabers. Defending was never Kynigos' strong suit. He needed to go back on the attack. Opening both his hands and pushing his palms outward, the two Jedi were launched back. The Human slammed into the side of one of the ships, tumbling to the ground. He didn't get back up again. The Zabrak woman rolled once before catching her grip on the metal hangar floors and regaining her composure. Kynigos wouldn't give her to opportunity to overwhelm him again. He closed the distance in a flash, wielding his lightsaber like it was an extension of his soul. He came down on the woman with a hateful scorn. The moment she'd black one strike, he was already throwing another. Kicks, fists, lighstabers. It was all free game. There were no rules here.
He could practically feel her slipping up. Getting clumsy and slow. A firm kick to her chest was the last blow, planting her firmly on the ground at his mercy.
Kynigos held his lightsaber at her throat, close enough that she'd feel the heat biting at her skin.
"That's enough." Master Lybol's voice croaked. Kynigos hadn't even seen the man come, but suddenly he was there, his lightsaber poised to strike Kynigos down. The Jedi Master's face still sizzled and cracked. Blisters already forming.
Kynigos might have tried tto continue the fight. He might have tried to kill all three of the Sentinels. He might have even taken their lightsabers as trophies...
The dozen or so Jedi flooding into the hangar were enough to discourage him. Some sleepy eyed, some with determine faces. All with their weapons ready. It was over.
The night ended with Kynigos bound in a cell, armed guards watching over him day and night.
-------_-
Hours turned days, days into weeks. The first few days, Kynigos had planned his escape. Right up until three Masters came into his cell one morning. He couldn't remember exactly what had happened, it alt felt like a blur now, but when the left, everything was different. Kynigos was cut off from the force. Abandoned by the power he had been chasing. Made to be just a regular man...
After that, Kynigos was hopeless. Whether they killed him, exiled him, or let him rot for the rest of his life, Kynigos didn't care anymore. Life without the force was life without purpose. On occasion, he'd been brought before the council. Every time, Kyigos didn't say a word. The disappointed and frustrated looks on the Master's faces was more than enough to tell Kynigos that they'd already made up their minds about him.
More than anything else, Kynigos felt betrayed. All he'd wanted was to leave. He hadn't been looking for a fight, but what was he supposed to do?! He didn't feel bad about anything he'd done. If anything he felt empowered. He'd fought three Jedi Sentinels, and by the end he'd given them a run for their money, didn't he?
The more time he spent locked in a cell, waiting for a decision to be made, the deeper Kynigos fell.
They were right to fear him.
They would've been fools not to have severed his connection to the force.
He wanted their heads on pikes for it.
Kynigos wanted his power back. And he wanted revenge.
By the time the decision to Exile him had been made, Kynigos came out of his cell a different man. His clothes, his lightsaber, and small bag of personal belongings were all he was afforded before being escorted onto a shuttle and launched off into the far ends of the Outer Rim...
ROLE-PLAYS: