Old Tusk
Voss
Jakkor was in deep meditation in of the courtyards of the Jedi Temple. His Master/Wife was on business so he distracted himself with what he knew best training. He was 27 years of age now,and throughout his already short existence in the galaxy he was living in,he had undergone horrible things. He had lived through or mostly slept through 800 years tortured by Sith Spirits only to wake up in a chaotic galaxy and with crippling PTSD. He had traveled the Galaxy like a nomad,and fought Sith Lords,and Ancient Sith of old. But now he had found peace in the form of his Children and his loving Wife who he had only married a few days ago. Even in a karked up galaxy he had found his peace,and couldn't have been anymore happier.He opened his eyes seeing through the red lenses of his Tusken mask,and he turned around he sensed someone approach.
[member="Maya Song"]