Gray Raxis
Blind and Broken
Gray never suspected that he was force sensitive as he grew up. He had apparently awakened to his force abilities when he was young, but had always written it off as oddities in his life. He wanted to deny it. He needed to deny it. He wasn't a special person. He wasn't the kind of person that should have these kinds of powers. He wasn't wise or ambitious or any of the other qualities that made jedi or sith or the other kinds of force users out there. He wasn't his aunt Vassara. He wasn't any of the things that force users needed to be, but there was too much evidence that he was indeed gifted. He could find no reasonable way to deny what he was. He was force sensitive, and he had to accept that.
Gray had come to that acceptance, barely, after he had learned not long ago what he was. He was sensitive, but he needed to learn how to control his abilities. He needed to find a way to control the nightmares, the moving of random objects, and the other odd things that happened in his life. They were getting more and more out of control everyday. The nightmares were especially bad ever since that trip to Dagaboh. Those visions in the caves that he had to face, the bloody version of himself with red eyes kept popping up. He needed to do something about it and he knew of one force user.
Gray had messaged his friend Stardust and asked her to meet him at her home on Naboo. He had landed his ship at the local port and was walking to her house. He was wearing his gray collared, button up shirt with a blue vest and gray slacks. He had on his leather boots, but left his blaster at home. He could trust her and he felt safe around her so there was no need for it. He hadn't told her about the reason for his visit, but he hoped she would hear him out. He came up to the front door after walking for awhile. He straightened his clothes out and knocked on the door.
[member="stardust"]
Gray had come to that acceptance, barely, after he had learned not long ago what he was. He was sensitive, but he needed to learn how to control his abilities. He needed to find a way to control the nightmares, the moving of random objects, and the other odd things that happened in his life. They were getting more and more out of control everyday. The nightmares were especially bad ever since that trip to Dagaboh. Those visions in the caves that he had to face, the bloody version of himself with red eyes kept popping up. He needed to do something about it and he knew of one force user.
Gray had messaged his friend Stardust and asked her to meet him at her home on Naboo. He had landed his ship at the local port and was walking to her house. He was wearing his gray collared, button up shirt with a blue vest and gray slacks. He had on his leather boots, but left his blaster at home. He could trust her and he felt safe around her so there was no need for it. He hadn't told her about the reason for his visit, but he hoped she would hear him out. He came up to the front door after walking for awhile. He straightened his clothes out and knocked on the door.
[member="stardust"]