Cadfen Vess {Work In Progress}

[Cadfen Vess]

Cadfen Vess​

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“Equality is a myth to protect the weak. some of us are strong in the Force, others are not. Only a fool believes otherwise.” ​

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​Name: ​Cadfen Vess
Faction: None as of yet
Rank: Vagabond
Age: 36
Sex: Male
Height: 6'8
Weight: 245lbs
Eyes: Hazel
Hair: Chestnut brown but shaved down to stubble
Skin: Weather worn and beaten, Caucasian
Force Sensitive: Yes

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What happens to a child who has had everything taken away from them? Do they diminish and become less then they were or do they excel and in so doing, over achieve while losing sight of what their original goals were? Sometimes in this paradox we call life, a third choice is made, and in the making, shatters all preconceptions and notions of what is right and what is wrong; so it was with Cadfen.

At an extremely young age, his parents (who were neither cruel nor overly kind, simply ambivalent to the needs of anyone other than themselves, let alone an infant) had great expectations for the child deemed to be their legacy. During his formative months, their lust for power, social standing, and familial legacy compelled to have their son tested for Force Sensitivity. It would perhaps be unkind to mention that the majority of people who they paid for such services were charlatans and confidence men; a simple trick here, slight of hand there, a few well conceived passages that even the most ignorant spacer could stumble upon, were all it took to deceive and convince these socialites that were bound and determined to have a 'Jedi' in their family bloodline. After being bilked of several thousand credits and being none the wiser, it seemed that the final verdict was that their son was unsuited to hear the calling of the Force and as such, he was deemed a eugenic failure of the bloodline.

Time passes as it always does, and Cadfen's childlike naiveté was slowly stripped away at the age of eleven; he had clearly done something wrong, had he not studied enough, socialized enough, tried enough... In any event, all attempts to ingratiate himself with his family were moot, especially when his mother became pregnant for the second time. It was during this time of isolation (some might call it exile) that the tiniest seed of resentment, bitterness and albeit anger began to germinate and take root; what hypocrisy it was to condemn a child for abilities that not even the parents possessed, and it was a bitter pill for him to swallow.

With isolation comes self reliance and despite his emotional abandonment, it would not due for his family to leave him uneducated. He attended the finest schools, learned from expensive tutors and took it upon himself to engage in athletics, all in the hopes of proving himself to a family that truly had no need of him. It was during this time that he developed a keen interest in history and archaeology, but he never was given the opportunity to forget how much of a 'failure' he was in the eyes of his parents.

The boiling over point for Cadfen occurred when his sister actually exhibited the possibility of Force Sensitivity; the whole house was in an uproar of celebration while he was dismissed to the sidelines to watch and learn what it was to be a scion of the family name. With preparations being made for her to study amongst the oh so vaunted Jedi, something dark began to grow within Cadfen's breast and in so doing, gave him the strength of will to commit what would be the most heinous of crimes. As his wrath boiled over, it was instinct rather then skill that caught his sister's throat by an invisible grip, it was self loathing that caused him to fling his father against the wall of their palatial home with such ferocity that his skull cracked and fluid lowed onto the floor, it was wrath that drove several pieces of artwork deep into his mother's chest; vengeance was his.

Freed from their stifling grasp after so long left him both elated and horrified; he was a murderer and what was worse, a kinslayer. Quickly draining whatever monies he had access to and scrounging for anything of material wealth, he fled screaming into the darkness...

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