Gherron Vael

[Onrai]

NAME: Gherron Vael
FACTION: Republic
RANK: Jedi Padawan
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 17
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 5' 4"
WEIGHT: 128 pounds
EYES: Gray
HAIR: Blonde
SKIN: White
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes

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Strengths:
• Has a massive imagination, and can use it to help himself in almost any situation.
• He is a whiz with mechanics, he makes the most complex out of the simplest items.
Weaknesses:
• Very cocky. He has a need to constantly prove himself to others, resulting in rash decision making.
• His inexperience makes him easy to manipulate.

SHIP: None yet.

BIOGRAPHY:
Gherron was born on Coruscant to an alcoholic mother and a very abusive father. Growing up, he spent most of his time away from the house. It wasn't as if his parents had cared anyway. When he wasn't home, he was in his hideout, a little nook in the back of an alleyway that led to the inside of an abandoned bomb shelter. Over the years, he had made it his home away from home. Everything he needed was right there. Whatever he didn't have, he stole or built from scraps. At fifteen, he had completely left his abusive past behind. He was finally free. Everything he could want, he had. Little did he know it would all come crashing down- literally.

The young boy was on his way back to his 'house' after a profitable day of ripping others off for his own gain. He was just entering the familiar alley, when a man stopped him in his tracks. Before he knew it, he was backed into a corner. Gherron closed his eyes and held his hands in front of him, ready to receive his beating... But something strange happened. There was a weird feeling in his gut.. a tug on his inner being... And there was a loud crash. He looked up, and his would-be attacker laid in a crumpled heap across the alley. Dead. Could he really have done that? Confused and scared, he ran. As fast as he could, the boy ran away from his childhood. He needed to control himself. Yet.. there was only one way. Gherron realized he had stopped right in front of the famed Jedi Temple, home of the guardians of the galaxy. Slowly, tentatively, he walked up the stairs... Hopefully, the order would accept a homeless rag like himself. One could only hope...

Gherron's lightsaber

KILLS: None yet.
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ROLE-PLAYS:
Reborn From The Ashes
Theory vs Practice
Nothing to do
Peace and quiet
Bouncing Around Datar
And he decides who to free and who to blame
A little help goes a long way
Patience is a virtue

 

[Gherron Dragovalor]

@[member="Pandeima"] I got it from here Just updated it by a lot.




NAME: Gherron Vael
FACTION: Republic
RANK: Jedi Padawan
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 18
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 5' 4"
WEIGHT: 128 pounds
EYES: Gray
HAIR: Blonde
SKIN: White
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes

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Strengths:
+ Has a massive imagination, and can use it to help himself in almost any situation.
+ He is a whiz with mechanics, he makes the most complex out of the simplest items.
Weaknesses:
- Very cocky. He has a need to constantly prove himself to others, resulting in rash decision making.
- His inexperience makes him easy to manipulate.
Force powers:
Force push //
Meditation ///

Lightsaber forms:
(None yet)

SHIP: None yet.

BIOGRAPHY:
Gherron was born on Coruscant to an alcoholic mother and a very abusive father. Growing up, he spent most of his time away from the house. It wasn't as if his parents had cared anyway. When he wasn't home, he was in his hideout, a little nook in the back of an alleyway that led to the inside of an abandoned bomb shelter. Over the years, he had made it his home away from home. Everything he needed was right there. Whatever he didn't have, he stole or built from scraps. At fifteen, he had completely left his abusive past behind. He was finally free. Everything he could want, he had. Little did he know it would all come crashing down- literally.

The young boy was on his way back to his 'house' after a profitable day of ripping others off for his own gain. He was just entering the familiar alley, when a man stopped him in his tracks. Before he knew it, he was backed into a corner. Gherron closed his eyes and held his hands in front of him, ready to receive his beating... But something strange happened. There was a weird feeling in his gut.. a tug on his inner being... And there was a loud crash. He looked up, and his would-be attacker laid in a crumpled heap across the alley. Dead. Could he really have done that? Confused and scared, he ran. As fast as he could, the boy ran away from his childhood. He needed to control himself. Yet.. there was only one way. Gherron realized he had stopped right in front of the famed Jedi Temple, home of the guardians of the galaxy. Slowly, tentatively, he walked up the stairs... Hopefully, the order would accept a homeless rag like himself. One could only hope.

His first days at the temple were rather harsh... On both ends. While he waited in a room with some other initiates, he was called up by Jedi Knight @[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"]. Gherron gladly accepted his new master and was eager to begin training. Unfortunately, his eagerness led to his downfall. Things weren't moving as quickly as he had hoped, and he became impatient. Seeking out a new master, he found another knight, this one being an ewok. After traveling to Tython, he had finally begun his training, and began to see a 'brighter' side of life. When Josh returned to the temple, he went looking for Gherron, only to find him under the tutelage of his new master. Gherron then shamefully explained how he couldn't wait, and without letting him know, found someone else. Though he was hurt, the knight accepted this and moved on. Gherron enjoyed a good month or so under the training of Azar; that is, if one could enjoy getting repeatedly smacked upside the head with a stick. It was infuriating for the padawan, and he barely managed to learn anything.

The days following weren't exactly the best for Gherron. At first, it was like a dream. While walking in the garden one day, he met a rather attractive girl around his age, @[member="Aleidis Ijet"]. After some serious blushing and giggling, they decided to go on a walk, in which Aleidis gave a tour of the garden. Of all of the statues, Gherron was able to single out one, that of Jedi grandmaster Ven Zallow. The young girl was obviously impressed, coming from someone who had never even been to the temple before. The two got to talking, and she revealed knowledge of a secret place she often went to when she wanted to get away for a while. The two made it to the secluded spot a while later, after Gherron discovering that his new friend was a ghostling. He couldn't believe his luck. Not even a week, and he had met an amazingly beautiful girl, one that liked him, and he had a date on the roof. Seeing an opportunity, he tried putting the moves on her, to which he was rejected. Aleidis then calmly explained the consequences of ghostlings being in relationships. Although he understood quite clearly, the boy was brokenhearted, and left her to find some peace and quiet.

Seeking solace by a waterfall, Gherron sat himself on a stone in the middle of the lake to collect his thoughts. He seemed to be the only one there, but he got the odd feeling that something was watching him. No, not something, someone. Scaring the frak out of him, a young boy maybe a year or two younger than himself, popped his head above the water right next to him. The scare almost caused him to lose his sketchbook to the current, and he turned on the boy, telling him off. The joker then introduced himself as @[member="Nejaa Niynx"], prodigy knight. What? He was younger, and was still a higher rank than him. This had gotten Gherron really infuriated, and he told Nejaa to go take a hike. Pouting, the boy started off, grumbling as he did so. Sighing, the older boy agreed to talk with him, as long as he wasn't too annoying. They had a decent time together, until they both had to return to the temple.

Shortly afterward, Gherron caught wind of an expedition to Aleidis's homeworld of Datar. Without a second thought, he volunteered to go. After a long trip to the planet, he resolved to instantly look for her. Upon setting foot on the ground, however, he realized that wouldn't happen. He did find her, but she was busy leading some other padawans on their own quests. That left him with Josh. Great.... The two didn't say much at first, but eventually opened up to each other. Josh told him about his early life, and Gherron shared what had happened since they last saw each other. He told him of the situation with Aleidis, at which Josh simply laughed and reassured him that he would eventually find someone. At the mention of Nejaa, however, the tone grew dark. Gherron found out that the younger knight isn't all that he portrayed himself to be, and that he came in constant contact with the dark side. This led Gherron to trust Josh a little more, and the rest of the trip went smooth.

A month later, Gherron became confident that he was ready to build his lightsaber. Calling on Josh, the two went to the crystal caves, where he brought a small bag of parts he had been working on. Josh encouraged him to go in, joking about a master named Jaxton who always sent creatures after his padawans. This got him a little spooked, but he was confident he could do it. Walking inside, he looked around until he felt a pull in the force, urging him toward a certain spot. Once he reached the wall of the cave, he saw a faint blue glow emanating from a small hole just big enough for his hand. Reaching in, he retrieved the crystal and headed out, a wide smile on his face. The smile disappeared as quickly as it came when he realized that his friend was gone, and there was a strange growl coming from the back of the cave. Scared out of his wits, he ran out of the cave to find Josh behind a rock, laughing. The beast had returned to the cave, but it didn't change how much Gherron was angry at him. Back on Josh's ship, things began to heat up. The subject of Aleidis popped up again, and eventually elevated to the both of them in an all out screaming match. Gherron found out that Josh could also use the dark side, due to repeated torture and having a memory wipe, and he stalked off to one of the ship's rooms. After a while, he calmed down, crafting a small replica of the knight's lightsaber. They didn't talk much, and Josh drove Gherron back to the temple.

Events continued to look down for Gherron. He was nearly eighteen, and still hadn't heard from Azar in months. He was confident in the fact that Aleidis and Josh were angry at him, which really didn't help his mood. Noticing his grave demeanor, another Jedi brought him in and sat him in a secluded room until someone could arrive to console him. A few hours later, master @[member="Syn"] walked in, and asked him what was wrong. Grudgingly, Gherron explained what had happened over the last months. Thinking a face-on approach would be best, the master called Aleidis in to talk to him. She eventually managed to convince him that she wasn't angry, and that she completely understood. Feeling a little better, they embraced in a soft hug, and she left. Afterwards, Syn decided to help Gherron a little on his patience skills. Using a series of tests, he tried to show the boy patience using the force, but to no avail. Though he made progress, it was very little. Naturally, instead of making it easier, he decided to take it up a notch. The Jedi had Gherron lift objects around him in succession, which he excelled at pretty quickly. After a few practice runs of using the force while in combat, Gherron thought himself ready to begin learning other force techniques. This was his first real training.

Items:
lightsaber
Pocketknife
Sketchbook
Various metal scraps

KILLS: None yet.
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ROLE-PLAYS:
Reborn From The Ashes
Theory vs Practice
Nothing to do
Peace and quiet
Bouncing Around Datar
And he decides who to free and who to blame
A little help goes a long way
Patience is a virtue
Finding one's peace
A night on Coruscant

 

[Jorn Mair]

Nice man.

 

[Gherron Dragovalor]

Thanks @[member="Jorn Mair"]