Character
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| Class(es) | Jedi Sentinelk |
| Birthplace | Adumar |
| Residence | Tython |
| Age | 20 |
| Personality Traits | Zealous Brave Curious |
| Lifestyle Traits | Mystic |
| Commander Traits | Holy Warrior |
| Rank(s) | Knight |
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| Species | Adumari Human |
| Languages | Galactic Basic, Mando'a, Tythonese, Adumari |
| Gender | Male |
| Force Sensitive | Y |
| Force Alignment | Light |
| Character Alignment | Chaotic Good |
| Height | 5'7" |
| Weight | 140 lbs |
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Early Life
Prologue
Caelen Varo was born into House Varo of Adumar, a once-proud noble line of sky-duelists whose honor was measured not in land or wealth, but in flight. Even as a toddler, Caelen was drawn to heights—climbing towers, chasing gusts across balconies, always reaching upward. After his parents died in a skyracing accident, he was raised by his grandmother, Lady Veya, a quiet traditionalist who believed the wind carried memories. While others raised sons to pilot starfighters, she taught Caelen to listen—to stillness, to breath, to the silence above the clouds.
Training and Education
Discovered by a Jedi Watchman at age six, Caelen was taken to Coruscant and formally initiated into the Order. He trained with quiet excellence, excelling in saber forms, piloting, and meditation. Assigned to Master Taisen Malcyr, a firm but principled Consular, Caelen became known for his calm under pressure and thoughtful restraint. Still, something about him always seemed slightly elsewhere—drawn to high places, meditating alone on balconies and cliffs, more attuned to motion and feeling than structure or doctrine. While others raced to specialize, Caelen simply listened for what came next.
A Defining Moment
While assisting his Master on a humanitarian mission to the Outer Rim, Caelen's team was caught in a violent Force storm conjured by rogue dark side adepts. In the chaos, it wasn't aggression or strategy that saved them—it was instinct. Caelen moved with the storm, flowing through it like water through rock, anticipating every pulse and shift as if it were part of him. When the danger passed, his Master called it clarity. But to Caelen, it felt more like remembering something he'd never been taught.
Knighthood
Caelen was knighted at twenty-five after a successful diplomatic resolution on Serenno. The ceremony was brief, functional, and unadorned—just a quiet word, the severing of a braid, and a lightsaber placed into his hand. He met every expectation with grace and composure. But when it was over, there was no swell of pride, no sense of becoming something more.