Draven Eterena
The Storm Rider
Draven felt trapped for some reason. As he looked out the window of the quarter room he was staying in late one evening. While he fiddled with a stone he'd collected within the palm of his hand. Needing something to fidget with. Normally, Draven would be asleep this late at night.. Or at the very least meditating with the intentions of resting soon. Lately, however the teenager was incapable of such luxuries. Not wishing to face what usually met him in his dreams now. As in reality Draven was facing internal struggles, and that was where his trapped mentality stemmed from.
Draven had for a long time of his life been a pacifist. Well, not exactly a pacifist in the typical sense. His skills lied heavily in combat. Though really Draven didn't enjoy violence. Let alone the prospect of taking life. However, this was in part due to the fact he was an empath.. With not much social skills to be able to effectively utilize his empathetic powers to their proper potential. Most of his life it had proven more of a burden. Which Draven often offset by using the force to focus on his environment as a coping skill.
As of late.. Draven had noticed a different side of him surfacing. A side he'd been doing his best to contest and overcome. A side he couldn't really tell if it was truly a part of him.. Or if it had been drawn out as a result of a mishap that happened to him prior to an adventure he had undertaken with a fellow jedi. Leading him to finally acquire most of the means to craft a lightsaber of his own. He currently had those pieces stored away until he properly acquired the material for the hilt. As the ones he currently had available didn't entirely fit what he knew was right. Despite the fact he possessed some slivian iron.
Draven was feeling.. Vengeful. Vengeful was the best Draven could really explain this emotion. Draven did not wish to find what vengeance would lead him to do. Though it was something he was unable to fully shake either. The thought of it all made him shudder and place up the stone. In all his sixteen years of life. Draven had encountered many different emotions. Though it was only the past couple of months he was challenged with this one.
After a bit of stewing in his thoughts. Draven slipped on a tan hooded robe and some slate grey pants. Before he proceeded barefoot into the halls. Seeking out the courtyard. As he decided to get some cool air and take up his newly acquired hobby. Hit stuff until he was incapable of continuing. Which again was not normally the youths preferred hobby. However, when in the hands of a sith.. You tend to find yourself re-evaluating many things about your life.. Draven was trying to find his path now. Only time would tell what that would mean. As well as little was anyone aware of whom Draven might find counsel in regarding such a trying task.
Riamah
Draven had for a long time of his life been a pacifist. Well, not exactly a pacifist in the typical sense. His skills lied heavily in combat. Though really Draven didn't enjoy violence. Let alone the prospect of taking life. However, this was in part due to the fact he was an empath.. With not much social skills to be able to effectively utilize his empathetic powers to their proper potential. Most of his life it had proven more of a burden. Which Draven often offset by using the force to focus on his environment as a coping skill.
As of late.. Draven had noticed a different side of him surfacing. A side he'd been doing his best to contest and overcome. A side he couldn't really tell if it was truly a part of him.. Or if it had been drawn out as a result of a mishap that happened to him prior to an adventure he had undertaken with a fellow jedi. Leading him to finally acquire most of the means to craft a lightsaber of his own. He currently had those pieces stored away until he properly acquired the material for the hilt. As the ones he currently had available didn't entirely fit what he knew was right. Despite the fact he possessed some slivian iron.
Draven was feeling.. Vengeful. Vengeful was the best Draven could really explain this emotion. Draven did not wish to find what vengeance would lead him to do. Though it was something he was unable to fully shake either. The thought of it all made him shudder and place up the stone. In all his sixteen years of life. Draven had encountered many different emotions. Though it was only the past couple of months he was challenged with this one.
After a bit of stewing in his thoughts. Draven slipped on a tan hooded robe and some slate grey pants. Before he proceeded barefoot into the halls. Seeking out the courtyard. As he decided to get some cool air and take up his newly acquired hobby. Hit stuff until he was incapable of continuing. Which again was not normally the youths preferred hobby. However, when in the hands of a sith.. You tend to find yourself re-evaluating many things about your life.. Draven was trying to find his path now. Only time would tell what that would mean. As well as little was anyone aware of whom Draven might find counsel in regarding such a trying task.
Riamah
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