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Character Daxin Veyr

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DAXIN VEYR

BirthplaceZeltros
Age19 Years
RankJedi Padawan
FactionJedi Order
HomeJedi Temple
SpeciesZeltron
GenderMale
Force SensitiveYes
Height1.85m
Weight82 Kg
Hair ColorAuburn / Red
Eye ColorBrown
Skin Color Deep Pink (Zeltron)
Distinctive featuresFacial scars across cheek/nose and upper lip; sharp features; constant smirk
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Daxin Veyr is a Padawan with the high Republic Jedi. He is not what the Jedi Order expects when they think of a Padawan. He strives for calm detachment, but Daxin feels everything, all at once, all the time. He is impulsive and reckless and trying to manage his discipline.

BIOGRAPHY:

Daxin Veyr was not raised among his own kind.

He was born on Zeltros, but he does not remember it. Taken from the world as an infant and passed through systems that had little patience for sensitivity, he grew up in environments where emotion was something to suppress, not understand. Where Zeltrons learn to embrace feelings and hedonism, Daxin learned to endure it.

From an early age, the emotions of others pressed against him without warning or clarity. Anger felt like his own. Fear rooted itself in his chest without cause. He lashed out often, quick-tempered and unpredictable, punished for reactions he could not explain.

The Jedi found him late.

By then, the damage was done. Training gave him language for what he experienced, but not control. Meditation did not quiet the storm. The Force did not flow through him gently. It flooded.

The scars came during a controlled training exercise that ceased to be controlled.

Paired against another Padawan, Daxin was already on edge, overwhelmed by the crowded training hall and the low hum of tension around him. When his opponent’s frustration spiked, it hit him like a physical blow. Instinct took over. Instead of deflecting the emotion, he mirrored it, then amplified it without meaning to.

The duel escalated in seconds. Training blades became weapons. Daxin picked up his facial scars before the master ended the session.

Now, Daxin walks the line the Jedi have set for him, but not comfortably. He learns, he trains, he tries to master something that was never taught to him properly.




EQUIPMENT:

Single-bladed lightsaber (standard hilt, blue blade)
Armourweave combat attire adapted for mobility
Light gauntlets for close-quarters combat
Personal datapad and standard Jedi gear


 

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