His Light Casts No Shadows
"In all of my time, there was one thing that I kept about me. It was to keep a smile on my face no matter the cost."
"A smile?"
"Yes. Even as something as small as a smile, can be a weapon against your fears."
- Erathoal speaking to his Son, Kaleleon
|| ATTRIBUTES ||
Kaleleon "Kale" Seleare is a character defined by an intricate mesh of internal virtues and vulnerabilities. His strengths and weaknesses are not cleanly divided, but often exist in tension with one another, bleeding together to form a deeply human and morally layered individual. His greatest strength lies in his unyielding sense of morality and compassion, which serves as the backbone of his personality and guiding principle in all things. Kale's ethical compass is unwavering, shaped early in life by the harsh but honest lessons of his father and the stoic, spiritual culture of his homeworld, Weik. These beliefs are not abstract ideals for Kale—they are deeply internalized truths, forged through hardship and tempered by personal loss. He is the kind of person who will always stop to help, whether that's assisting a stranger with a broken-down speeder or standing alone against a Sith to protect the innocent. His empathy is not performative or idealistic; it is active, practical, and sometimes grueling. He is willing to suffer—physically, emotionally, and spiritually—if it means someone else doesn't have to. This quality makes him a natural protector, a shield rather than a sword, and that mindset shapes his entire approach to the Force, to combat, and to interpersonal relationships.
Tied to this is his incredible emotional resilience, a strength that is often mistaken for passivity. Though Kale suffers from PTSD, doubt, and emotional wounds, he is not emotionally fragile. Rather, he is profoundly enduring, able to carry the weight of guilt and trauma without succumbing to bitterness or nihilism. He does not run from the weight he bears; instead, he integrates it into who he is. Where others might break or lash out, Kale endures quietly, searching always for the next right thing to do. This ability to persist without hardening into cynicism is a rare and formidable strength. It also manifests in his devotion to personal growth. He is introspective, always learning from his failures, and open to change. He does not cling to pride or stubbornness; instead, he reflects, adapts, and moves forward with intention. This is especially evident in his decision to return to the Jedi Order after years of self-imposed exile, not to reclaim status or recognition, but because he realized that people still needed protecting—and he still had the ability to help, even if his heart still ached.
Kale's combat proficiency is a quiet but potent asset. Though he avoids violence when possible and abhors killing, he is a skilled and experienced duelist trained in multiple forms—particularly Forms III (Soresu), V (Shien/Djem So), and IV (Ataru). However, it is his implementation of Form Zero, the philosophy of avoiding combat entirely, that best defines his approach. His style emphasizes defense, redirection, and endurance over aggression, making him difficult to overwhelm or outlast. In terms of Force abilities, Kale gravitates toward protective and support powers, such as Force Barrier, Force Protection Bubble, Enhance Ability, and telekinesis used not to crush or attack, but to disarm or restrain. His talents make him ideally suited to defending others, especially in chaotic battlefield scenarios where coordination and support matter more than raw firepower. Furthermore, his use of rare crystals like Lorrdian and Spintiri in his lightsaber reflects a refined, almost meditative combat style based on perception, calm, and control. He's also no stranger to real-world combat—years of experience, scars both visible and unseen, and encounters with Sith Lords and powerful Force entities have hardened his edge, even if he tries to dull it.
Yet, many of these strengths are inseparable from the deeply entrenched weaknesses that Kale struggles with every day. His compassion, while noble, often veers into self-sacrifice to a dangerous degree. Kale is the kind of person who will give too much of himself. Time, energy, focus, even safety, if he believes it will help someone else. This leads to burnout, physical exhaustion, and emotional detachment, as he rarely prioritizes his own well-being. He struggles to let others take care of him, often believing he must bear the burden alone, especially if he feels responsible for what went wrong. This savior complex doesn't stem from pride, but from overwhelming guilt. A result of years of perceived failures. The death of his half-sister, friends lost in battle, and the traumas of war have left psychic wounds that never fully close. He believes, on some level, that he doesn't deserve peace or happiness, and this belief often colors his decisions, making him cautious to embrace joy or closeness with others for fear that he will inevitably fail them too.
Another major weakness is his persistent self-doubt, bordering at times on imposter syndrome. Even when succeeding in missions or earning the praise of peers and superiors, Kale often questions whether he truly belongs in the Jedi Order, or whether he is merely pretending to be something he's not. He is hyper-aware of his limitations and mistakes, and while this makes him humble and introspective, it also makes him prone to hesitation, overcorrection, and emotional paralysis. His hesitation is not fear of combat, but fear of making the wrong decision, of failing someone who depends on him, or of repeating a past mistake. This can lead him to defer choices, second-guess his instincts, or struggle with command roles where assertiveness is required. His deep moral introspection can also put him at odds with more militant or pragmatic Jedi, who see his refusal to kill or his insistence on mercy as weakness, naivety, or inefficiency. He is often caught between the demand for results and the imperative of doing no harm, and this tension can cause inner conflict or tension within a team.
Socially, Kale can be awkward or withdrawn, especially outside of combat or high-stakes environments. He was raised on a remote world, isolated from most galactic cultures, and though he is intelligent and observant, he sometimes misses social cues or struggles to relate to beings from radically different backgrounds. He is not aloof or unkind, but often quiet, contemplative, and hard to read, especially when his emotional energy is depleted. He struggles with expressing his needs, and his quiet suffering can be misinterpreted as coldness or detachment. This isolation is worsened by his tendency to withdraw when in pain, preferring to process trauma privately rather than open up to others. He fears being a burden or dragging others down with him, even when he needs help most.
Kale also has a complicated relationship with power and authority. He is uncomfortable wielding influence, wary of the corruption it can bring and the pressure it places on those who hold it. As a result, he often avoids leadership roles or formal ranks, preferring to serve quietly rather than command. When forced into leadership, he performs competently but with emotional weight. Every decision feels personal, every casualty a reflection of his choices. This caution, while born from humility, can limit his ability to act decisively in moments that require ruthless clarity. Additionally, he sometimes hesitates to fully utilize his power in the Force, afraid of becoming too comfortable with control or accidentally crossing a line he cannot return from. This fear, of what he might become if he ever let go, acts as a self-imposed limiter that protects him from the Dark Side, but also holds him back from his full potential.
In sum, Kale Seleare's strengths and weaknesses are interwoven threads in a single tapestry—each virtue shadowed by a flaw, each vulnerability a reflection of something once noble. His greatest gifts—compassion, endurance, selflessness, and protective strength—are also the very things that make him most fragile. He is a man constantly at war with himself: a protector who carries the weight of the protected, a warrior who despises war, a Jedi who doubts whether he is worthy of the title. Yet it is precisely this complexity that makes him, him. He is not defined by victory, but by perseverance; not by power, but by restraint; not by certainty, but by his willingness to keep walking forward in spite of doubt, pain, and fear. Kale's journey is not about achieving perfection—it is about staying true to himself even when the galaxy demands otherwise. And in that quiet resistance, he proves himself stronger than many who call themselves heroes.
|| THE FORCE ||
The young man that Kale is, started off rough, and on the wrong foot. Starting his training very late in his life, and furthermore, was only exposed to the wider galaxy when he was older. The transition to becoming a Galactic Citizen has been difficult, labored with his training, and exposure to the force. Kale has spent his time learning and doing everything he can to further his connection to the gift given to him. It is with this gift that Kale has found a propensity for Shielding based powers. Able to easily use them in very unique ways. This aptitude for the Shielding abilities lends to him, and his heritage as a Paladin's Son. A protector of life and freedoms.
Furthermore, Kale has been heavily studying in the acts of Telekinesis, as well as Self-afflicting abilities that would enhance his own attributes, or physical conditioning. Increasing his speed, strength, stamina, or even allowing him to perform feats that would be considered impossible by standard humans. It is with this talent that has allowed Kale to get into combat, defend his allies and friends with vigor, and even in some cases, aiding in retreats or evacuations of planets that were surely going to be destroyed, or razed.
However, the personal code of the Jedi that Kale follows is that of a Jedi Code that was known to be recited at Mara Jade's funeral. A Longer Code that has additional tenants that follow his own personal beliefs that he was raised upon. However, a secondary code he follows, is more so just a loose "Rule book" of Spacers and the life they lead. As one himself, a Roaming Jedi, he follows them nearly in all of his own life due to them being rather practical, and the rules being used to keep him alive in many situations on his adventures.
|| PERSONALITY ||
Kaleleon Seleare is, at his core, a man forged by quiet suffering, deep conviction, and an unrelenting desire to do good. Even when he doubts he has the right to. A Jedi Knight by title but a protector by nature, Kale is not driven by ambition or glory but by a humble, almost burdensome sense of responsibility that stems from his upbringing and the tragedies that have shaped him. He grew up on the rural, backwater world of Weik, raised by a single father after the mysterious disappearance of his mother. Life on the farm instilled in him discipline, self-reliance, and the deeply rooted belief that every person has a duty to help those around them, no matter how hard the world might be. His father's lessons- "a smile can be a weapon" and "a man is guilty of all the good he did not do"-are not just sayings to Kale. They are moral laws, guiding lights that he clings to even in his darkest moments.
Kale is empathetic to a fault. He feels things deeply and personally, especially when it comes to loss. Haunted by the deaths of friends, allies, and family -including a half-sister who died because of his own actions- he carries immense guilt, quietly and constantly. These events have left him with scars not only on his body but etched into his soul. He suffers from PTSD, struggling with sleeplessness, anxiety, and recurring doubts about his ability to live up to the Jedi ideals. Yet he keeps moving forward- not out of blind faith, but because he knows someone has to stand in the way of cruelty, someone has to protect the innocent, even if it costs him. His trauma has not broken him, but it has made him cautious. He is soft-spoken, introspective, and often hesitant to voice his opinions unless they are truly needed. In crowds or political arenas, he can appear reserved or uncomfortable, but in battle or in defense of others, he becomes focused, precise, and quietly fearless.
His personality reflects a tension between idealism and pragmatism. He believes in peace, yet knows war; he abhors killing, yet understands it is sometimes inevitable. Kale prefers nonviolent solutions, adhering heavily to the Jedi philosophy of Form Zero. Solving conflict before the blade is drawn, but is still a capable combatant trained in multiple lightsaber forms. He leans toward a Guardian-Defender archetype, favoring protective Force powers like barriers, shielding, and enhancements rather than raw aggression. This makes him a natural vanguard on the battlefield and a stabilizing presence in group dynamics, though he rarely takes command unless forced to. Despite his proficiency, he questions his worth constantly. Kale suffers from imposter syndrome, especially after returning to the Jedi Order from a self-imposed exile during which he worked quietly as a mechanic on Ukio. He didn't return to reclaim a title or to seek redemption. He came back because he realized that, despite the pain, people still needed someone like him.
Kale is fiercely loyal, almost to his detriment. He often places others' needs above his own, running himself ragged to ensure others are safe or emotionally supported. He is dependable, but terrible at asking for help, often internalizing his struggles and presenting a calm, functional façade even when he is breaking inside. He's not the kind of person who commands a room with presence, but in small, intimate moments, he can be deeply charismatic. He offers warmth not through charm but through sincerity: a kind word, a hand on the shoulder, a rare but meaningful smile. He is the kind of Jedi who kneels beside a grieving family, who stays after the battle to help rebuild, who writes personal letters to those who have lost loved ones. His empathy extends not just to his allies, but even to his enemies, which has occasionally put him at odds with more militant Jedi or galactic powers that demand harsher judgments.
In a galaxy that often demands extremes. Rage or apathy, strength or submission. Kale Seleare exists in the quiet in-between. He is not a paragon of light nor a fallen hero clawing back from the dark, but a human being trying to do the right thing while carrying the weight of every wrong he's witnessed. His journey is not about triumph, but endurance, about finding meaning in service, healing in companionship, and purpose in the act of simply continuing to protect, even when no one is watching. Kale is not just a Jedi, he is a man who believes that even in the chaos of the stars, compassion still matters. And in that belief, no matter how tested or weary he becomes, he finds his strength.
|| POSSESSIONS ||
Weapons:
Aranrúth - The Second Lightsaber Kale has made. While as a replacement to his first one, it is more than improved.
Úrion - A Sunfire Sword that signifies Kale's leadership of the Paladins.
Pariah's Voice - A Particle Blaster for Kale to Use.
Deliverance Shatter Pistol - Nice pistol that is affected by the Force
Breath Concealed Carry - A 10mm pistol that Kale can use for more clandestine measures, or just to be as a back up for any other weaponry he may have.
Narma's Talons - A long-arm pistol created in the honor of Narma, a fallen friend.
TSF-HPB/01Particle Blaster Pistol - Particle Blaster Pistol that Kale uses over his previous weapons in the past.
PK-45 Peacekeeper - Heatbeamer Sonic Disruptor hybrid pistol. Big damage, small package.
Vulptex Fang Utility Survival Knife - A basic survival knife Kale commissioned from an Ally of the GA, and later sold the plans too.
Clothing:
Spiffy Poncho - A poncho that is worn on an almost daily basis.
Upgraded Enclave Poncho - Due to the heavy use of Kales older poncho, this one is his newer one.
Jedi Jumpsuit - Worn typically with Poncho and Gloves.
Viper's Repose - A set of gloves great for combat, but worn as day to day wear
Space Wizard Pattern Boots - Worn literally every day.
Farseer Traveling Bag - A bag that holds utilities for Kale should he need them.
The Paladin Holster - A shoulder harness used to carry a pistol, and a lightsaber in a concealed fashion.
HH-78 Holster - A simple thigh holster that helps with quick draws.
Combat/War Items
Paragon's Paean - Really powerful DMR
Ward of Dawn - A physical Round Shield, with secondary shield systems.
Sentinel Defender Class Jedi Armor - A heavy suit of armor for dedicated combat, and open warfare.
Paladin's Mantel - A New set of Light Armor that Kale uses.
Space Wizard Pattern Helm - A Helmet that works in conjunction with his Armor.
Jewelry/Misc:
Mother's Necklace - Given to him as a child by his father.
Corellian Jedi Credits - Holds onto a couple for safe keeping.
Dantooine Sphere - A telekinetic puzzle for Kale to attempt to solve.
Fastball Special - A very special ball.
Wobble Ball - Training device for Jedi.
Utilities:
G1 Omnilink - Super up to date wrist link
PT-C - A controlled collar so then Kale can arrest or capture enemies.
Lodestone Devices - Owns three.
High Density Gel packs - Used if in a falling situation.
U20 Field Wrist Link - Communication and Datapad in one.
Skeleton Key Omnicutter - A key to get you in anywhere.
Sunfire Signet Ring - A special Signet ring for all Jedi Folk.
Jedi Star Compass - The particular one that Kale owns, points his way back to Weik.
Lightsaber maintenance kit - Useful for all your daily Lightsaber needs.
Imagecaster - Most of the images are useful information, However, there are some images of Kale's Family
Wrist Link - Simple communication device.
Grapling Spike Launcher - For getting to high places.
TSS Survival Kit - A rather comprehensive bug-out bag.
Droids/Companion
BD-7 - A little buddy droid that can help with slicing or act as a companion on missions.
E7-G2 - E-series Astromech droid that can be used with various Starfighters and Ships
Thinker - Tactical Droid that is typically aboard Kale's Luminary-Class.
Keive - A Jedi Temple Droid that Kale has taken as a form of Training, or just a companion, when away from the Temple.
Vehicles/Ships:
Luminary-Class Light Explorer - A general getting around ship if fighting is not necessary.
E-1 E-Wing Air Superiority Vector Interceptor "Nightsinger" aka "Mighty Ear Banger" - Stupid Fast Interceptor
Speederboard - Just a fun way to get around.
|| BIOGRAPHY ||
PRE-ROLEPLAY
Growing up in a broken home is not the best situation in the world. However, I didn't mind. Considering my mother was out of the picture, and my father stated he didn't know where she went, I was raised by my father, and my grand parents. My father was a farmer. As so, I too grew up learning quickly. While we did not cultivate crops, we rather only grew crops for the purpose of feeding the animals we raised. Cattle, A couple dogs, some Bantha's and a couple of Erropes. The village I grew up in was small. In fact, It was small enough that the best you could describe it was a single lane of cart pulled traffic, with a couple small shops for cutting hair, a couple tools, and an Inn. Specifically for travelers who were going long distances between the various feudal tribes or Kingdoms.
Never in my life would I have ever expected for one of these lone travelers to be one of the mythical beings known as the "Paladins" many called them Champions of the the Sun. Named as such due to their fabled Sunfire Swords. A blade that could manifest in brilliant light, and cleave through anything with its righteous fury.
I had been headed into town to sell some of our extra crop that we didn't need for our animals. Maybe even buying some new clothes, or tools for the farm. Along the way, the weary woman was hunkered over. Covering her face with a helmet and cloak. Armored, I feared she was a soldier. However as I drew closer, I could tell that she was a soldier or warrior from some distance place. I came to her aid. Providing her water as well as food during camp. The lady was mostly silent. Muttering a couple thanks, and apologies for being in such a state that a "Child" had to aid her.
At the time I knew not of her. I asked her various questions. Ranging from her name, to what fiefdom she was tied to, why she seemed to be weaponless, and why she covered her face. Most answered were one word, or the shortest possible. She said the name she was once known by is long forgotten. She was tied to no Fiefdom, yes she was a warrior, and she had lost her weapon as it was damaged. All viable. The next morning I took her into town with my crop. We went our separate ways. However, that was not the last time I would see her.
After selling my crops and staying in town for the night, I set off the next day with new clothes quite a sum of tools, and even a new knife for me to use. The previous one I had was barely hanging on and had been sharpened so many times, that it's edge would be better suited as a hacking tool than a precise cutting instrument. Traveling home, I was jumped by scavengers and Bandits. They had followed me for quite some time. I did not know and paid for it dearly. They took everything I had. Barely leaving me with the clothes on my back.
I was defeated and not in the best shape. I had been almost a full day's trek away from the village, and another day's walk away from home. I began to head home when from my injuries, I began to feel severe fatigue and the head injuries were causing me massive headaches. I could see a cart moving towards me in the distance, but passed out before I knew who it was.
A couple hours later, I woke up to the face of a rather beautiful older lady. She had the wrinkle of year around her eyes and mouth, but was still young enough to be considered a youthful adult. She was tending to my arms that were cut up. Bandaging them up and keeping me down on my back. Looking around, barely through the concussion I had suffered, my cart was just a couple feet away. Everything in it. And a camp fire was slowly waning in the night. I tried to ask her questions, but a finger covered my mouth in a shushing motion. I obliged and soon fell asleep once more.
Waking up in the morning to a severe throbbing in my head, and arms, I found the lady gently sleeping wrapped up within her robes. Trying to sit up, I winced in pain as I searched through my possessions. Realizing that this lady must have retrieved my items from the bandits. Her voice broke out suddenly behind me.
"You took quite the beating there child. You are lucky they didn't have the nerve to actually kill you."
"Why."
"Because they were spineless."
"No, I mean why did you get my stuff back. Why did you render aid to me."
"I owed you for helping me."
"You saved my life. That is a big difference lady."
"You saved me from wandering the wilderness, gave me food and drink when I thirst and hungered. and even brought me to a town."
"That doesn-"
"Look, I owed you. Secondary to that, its not right for these bandits to be attacking people. So I will travel with you to your homestead and explain to your parents what happened."
"You don'-"
"I insist. End of discussion."
I bit my tongue. Just shaking my head and preparing to leave camp. Starting to pack up my things. Making sure they were all there. While the lady righted herself, she aided me in pulling the cart towards my home. Silent the entire way there, once we reached home, she walked directly up to my father and stood there as he was. Neither of them moved.
"Arons."
"Haleen"
"Wait, you two know each other?"
"Kale, this is your mother."
Confused beyond all ideals, it was explained that my father swore to secrecy that my mother's name would be forgotten. Because she was a Paladin of the Adamite Tower. I was befuddled learning that my mother was one of the mythical beings who were given gifts by the gods in the form of Magic to fight for the people of the world. However, that was cut short when my now revealed mother mentioned that she was here for me. She was going to take me to train as a Paladin.
My father was not enthused with it. Nor was I. A simple life is all I wanted. I didn't have much. I don't have my own house, nor anything much to my name, but the idea of being a Guardian was tempting. Reluctantly, My father agreed. We stayed for the night, and the following morning, we left.
Now? It has been years since then. I was only 16 winters old when my mother took me. Now that I am 21 winters old, I have trained to fight with hand to hand combat to a fair proficiency, and even with swords. However, as I was going to be sworn in as the member, replacing a Paladin, I got cold feet. Running away the night before. Hightailing it as though Hell was coming for my heels. To make a longer story even short, that is how I ran into a smuggler from another world. He had crash landed and was fixing up his ship when I saw the opportunity to not just run away from village to village, but to leave this planet entirely.
I couldn't do this. I didn't want to be a person who had that kind of responsibility. I wanted a simple life. So maybe now, I will find a simple life out in this new galaxy to explore.
ROLEPLAYED
ACT I - Finding Myself
Upon entering the Galaxy, I found myself a friend. A smuggler who paved my way to the various worlds I could visit. However, we were trapped on the planet of Nar Kreeta. What at first seemed to be just Pirates trying to hold people hostage, was actually a joint effort with a Cult of Force Sensitives. A Death Cult lead by a Cyborg Ninja Guy. While later I would learn his name was Ignis Imura, it was one of his men who took a Lightsaber and stabbed it through my smuggler friend. Shortly after, The Jedi who had faced Imura, Romi Jade, found me, and took me under her wing. Seeing the potential I had. It was soon after, that my world exploded with the difficulties of the Galaxy.
Training with Romi was no easy feat. Being stabbed in the side during said training, however learning valuable lessons such as tempered breathing, centering of my emotions as well as some depth within Djem-So style of Lightsaber combat. Also being taught Force Meld and later more in depth discussions of Djem-so, according to Romi herself, I had become one of her better apprentices. To this day, I still do not know how, but I have. At the time I am writing this, It has been a couple years of training.
Along the way, I have met new people, and species. One such is the Togruta species. Who I seem to have a fondness of. Their skin tones and their related strengths are interesting and I wish to learn more. However, my duties of a Jedi are first and foremost. Many of these ventures include aiding in the evacuation of people from a Planet the Sith Empire were attempting to destroy, Fighting Rakgouls upon a ship I was acting as a Jedi diplomat for, Fighting against the Sith twice more in the name of the Silver Jedi order, and even aiding in the formation of the Republic Jedi, A new brimming Jedi Coalition group, as well as The Wardens of the Light. Which upon I am one of the leaders of.
It scares me how far I have come. While I know there is so much for me to learn, even life times would never be enough. However, I know I have come far from where I had once been. A simple Farm boy on Weik, and am now one of the "Paladins of the Sky" that I have heard stories of since my childhood. In my attempt to be one such, I had rescued a woman by the name of Sylvi. Who I felt drawn to and had a connection with. Preventing her from a premature death, we later teamed up to take down a Sith slave ring when things went.... nevermind. I don't want to talk about it for now. Just know that I got the job done.
I have also aided others in their training. Not just one but multiple people. It makes me feel a little better about my new stance as one of the leaders of the Wardens of the Light. I hope that I can live up to the name.
- Kaleleon Seleare.
Act II - Becoming Jedi
Romi has been making her training much harder since the Fight I had against a Sith Lord. The Sith had began to attack civilians for the sake of causing trouble. Despite feeling the individuals presence, I still fought the man to a stand still. I wish I had been able to capture him, but the man continued to fight back and had "promised" he would not stop killing civilians. I did what had to be done, and crushed him with Force Bubble. There was an internal investigation into his death, determining I had done what I could. Accounts of the troopers verified what I had reported in many attempts to stop him from attacking civilians.
All because of that, Romi made training much harder. Bringing me head long into combat and fights against many would be violent forces against innocent people. Yet every step I take closer to being a Jedi, I feel as though I don't deserve this. Every day, I still wonder in which world was a Farm boy ever taken in my one of the most well known combative experts in her field. No more thoughts on it. I must continue on. Even more so that now, I have been Knighted within the New Jedi Order within the Galactic Alliance.
-Kaleleon Seleare
ACT III - Second Great Hyperspace War
As the conflicts continued, a new threat had emerged. That of the Brynadul. A faction of massive beings who sought to bring an end to technology and to take worlds under their control for the pure idea of their religious endeavor of destroying technology. It has been difficult to fight them. However, I had been commended for hot dropping into a conflict, just so that I would be able to aid in the exfill of other Jedi. Luckily my shielding in the force was enough to get us out of there.
Another instance of combat, was the Sith attempting to invade another world. We struck against them with all our might. I had been helping another ally fight a Sith master. Once more, I find myself only just Knighted, but attempting to go toe to toe with people way over my head. However, we were able to drive back the Sith Witch and prevent the deaths of many people.
These victories were short lived with the fall of the Brynadul, and the rise of the Brotherhood of the Maw. A group of individuals who were just a straight up Dark Sided cult not tied directly to Sith per say, but just wanting destruction on massive scale. The Sith Empire was also having their own troubles. Two splinter factions of the Warlords of the Sith, and the New Imperial Order were warring against the Sith Empire. While it kept them busy for the Galactic Alliance to seek out conflict with the Mawites, A junction between the Silver Jedi Order and the New Jedi Order was slated.
It was at this summit, that myself, and many other Jedi Knights and even apprentices sought to fight against not just the Maw, but the Sith. We learned of the Silver Jedi's peace agreement with the Sith so that they could protect themselves. Hypocrisy at its finest. For that, many of the Jedi left both Orders to aid the New Imperial Order so that we could fight back the Sith. In this action, all of us were exiled. Told to not return to the Order. But what we feared, was just the start of it.
The Maw. They came out Swinging. Producing a Superweapon dubbed "Mercy" in which their attempt to destroy Csilla. I had been there. Fighting on the front lines attempting to prevent Maw forces from overtaking the planet in the attempt to destroy it. Their aim was to take down the planetary shielding systems. My failure, my lacking had allowed for this to happen. They got the shielding down. While the attempt to fire the weapon failed, instead, the Maw used the weapon as a battering ram. Sending it careening into the planet. Killing anyone left there.
I had only been able to escape, due to Narma. My best friend, my companion. A Tuk'ata that saved my life more than once. Losing my saber, I... was a Jedi no more.
-Kaleleon Seleare
ACT IV - Incertitude
I went into exile. Leaving everything else behind. While I did make a new Lightsaber for myself, I was not... who I am. Every day it was the guilt, depression, anger, and doubt that fed my mind with filth. Even with hearing of the Mythic Omni returning and wrecking havoc upon the galaxy, I hid. Merely finding a far away planet to just... retire. I was no Jedi. I was a failure and I couldn't hack it. Leaving Romi, Coren, Cotan, Zark, everything. I stayed away from it all. There was no placement for me there.
Sylvi found me. Of course she did, but it was not for the reasons I had thought of. While we had worked together before my self-imposed exile from the Galaxy, as well as my Exile from both Jedi Orders, Sylvi had come to me to explain something. She had discovered that she and I, shared the same father. Back when my father was Paladin, he was not yet with my mother. He had relations with a woman who turned out to be one of the Skyholme Lucites. A sect of Dark sided individuals who wanted to rule Weik. And more importantly, that she was also one of these people. Which is why she found me. Looking for me, because I was to be turned into the Lucites so that they could strike a blow to one of their greatest advisaries. My father.
This alone was a blow to me. Learning this was... not what I wanted. She was someone I had trusted. Then she broke it. She tried to fight me, but there was... I tried to keep her alive. Even if she was someone who had just broken my trust, I didn't want my Sister to die. I did what I could, but she perished within my arms. Taking her back home, I buried her in an unmarked plot on our land. Making it so at the very least, when the rest of my family dies, they will all be together.
I kept this hidden from my father. I don't know if he even knew he had a bastard child. Nor would my mother hear this. My brother didn't get anything out of me when I had returned home for a short period. All I explained was that I was no longer a Jedi. Exiled cus of my choice to fight the Sith. My family supported me, but I just... I couldn't stay.
Leaving, I found my place. A planet way far away from everything else. Ukio. A planet of farmers, and blue-collar workers. Far enough away from everything else, that I was able to just find a job, started working on Speeders. Fixing them up and eventually becoming a Key-holder. It was about two years later that I bought into the company and now have some fun things to work on. But... I feel and aching. And its hurting.
- Kaleleon Seleare
Act V - Repatriation
I discovered what this aching was. I had been living with my demons too long. I had to fix this. Sleepless nights, doubt, and guilt had been eating at me for far too long. I was no longer myself. I had changed. There was no going back, but I could be better. I searched. I spent a year just doing everything I could to understand what I was dealing with. Having killed, fought, warred, it was a natural reaction for many to have PTSD from something like this. Friends, allies, family dying. I came to terms with my actions. Learning that I am who I have become because of my actions. It was this that saved me.
I had to face my consequences. I had to return to the Jedi Order. While the Silver Jedi are now gone, the New Jedi Order are still there. In my return, I have been demoted to an Apprentice once more. This proving, these trials of the Jedi, are so that I may once more be the Jedi Knight. A Guardian. Holding a smile on my face all the while. Its with this, I know I will become better for it.
- Kaleleon Seleare
Csilla Event MTG Card - Credit to Taeli Raaf
Kale's Tropes
"A smile?"
"Yes. Even as something as small as a smile, can be a weapon against your fears."
- Erathoal speaking to his Son, Kaleleon
|| THE BASICS ||
- Full name: Kaleleon Nephelion Seleare
- Preferred Name: Kale Seleare
- Alias: Neph Hale (Use on occasion)
- Titles:
- Has not held any important titles.
- Species: Near Human
- Race: Human
- Homeworld: Weik
- Faction(s):
- Many Previous Jedi Factions
- Jedi Praxeum
- The Galactic Alliance
- Paladins of the Adamite Tower
- The Hidden Path
- Rank(s):
- Galactic Alliance Ranks - New Jedi Order
- Weik Reformation - Paladins of Adamite Tower
- Paladin of Adamite Tower
- Heir of the Sunfire Sword
- Galactic Alliance Ranks - New Jedi Order
- Class:
- Jedi Guardian
- Paladin
- Defender
- Master(s):
-
Romi Jade
- Master -
Kian Karr
- Mentor -
Cotan Sar'andor
- Mentor/Role Model -
Coren Starchaser
- Role Model -
Calibur
- Mentor
-
- Padawan(s):
- N/A
- Force Sensitive: Yes
- Force Alignment: Neutral Good
- Gender: Male
- Age: Twenty-Seven
- Height: Six foot
- Weight: Approx. 220 lbs
- Complexion: Caucasian
- Eye Color: Blue
- Hair Color: Brown/Red
- Distinguishing Marks: A blaster scar along the right cheek/Back jaw from a Cultist. A entrance and exit saber wound on left abdomen just above the hip bone, Received it in training. Saber wound on left deltoid/upper arm, a wound gotten in combat with a Sith Lord he had Killed. Plethora of scar tissue along full length of his arms, and legs during his fight before the destruction of Csilla. A set of Tattoos with a sword/tree formation on his left forearm, while a digital "key" on his right forearm.
- Voice Sample:
- Cal Kestis - Star Wars Jedi: Fallen Order
- Appearance description: Standing well at about average height, Kale is considered by many to be a teddy bear. For most of his life, Kale had dressed in clothing that was little more than rags and broken sacks that were sewn together by hand. However, after being taken in under the apprenticeship of various Jedi based organizations, Kale has taken a liking to wearing simple shirts, pants, combat boots of some variety, and even a spacer jacket, and as always, the Jedi Mainstay of the Lightsaber.
- Marital Status: Single, open to relationships
- Sexual Conduct: Undetermined
- Languages:
- Occupations:
- Farmer
- Leader of the Paladins of Adamite Tower
- Jedi
- Speeder Mechanic/Owner of Nobilis Performance
- Residence:
- Parental Residence on Weik
- A bunk at the New Jedi Order
- Doesn't own a place of his own
- Familial Relations:
- Erathoal Seleare - Father
- Haleen Seleare - Mother
- Sylvi - Half Sister (Deceased)
- Mirial Seleare - Younger Sister
- Ephraim Seleare - Younger Brother
- Narma - Kale's tuk'ata (Deceased)
- Hrolf - Kale's Charhound
|| ATTRIBUTES ||
Kaleleon "Kale" Seleare is a character defined by an intricate mesh of internal virtues and vulnerabilities. His strengths and weaknesses are not cleanly divided, but often exist in tension with one another, bleeding together to form a deeply human and morally layered individual. His greatest strength lies in his unyielding sense of morality and compassion, which serves as the backbone of his personality and guiding principle in all things. Kale's ethical compass is unwavering, shaped early in life by the harsh but honest lessons of his father and the stoic, spiritual culture of his homeworld, Weik. These beliefs are not abstract ideals for Kale—they are deeply internalized truths, forged through hardship and tempered by personal loss. He is the kind of person who will always stop to help, whether that's assisting a stranger with a broken-down speeder or standing alone against a Sith to protect the innocent. His empathy is not performative or idealistic; it is active, practical, and sometimes grueling. He is willing to suffer—physically, emotionally, and spiritually—if it means someone else doesn't have to. This quality makes him a natural protector, a shield rather than a sword, and that mindset shapes his entire approach to the Force, to combat, and to interpersonal relationships.
Tied to this is his incredible emotional resilience, a strength that is often mistaken for passivity. Though Kale suffers from PTSD, doubt, and emotional wounds, he is not emotionally fragile. Rather, he is profoundly enduring, able to carry the weight of guilt and trauma without succumbing to bitterness or nihilism. He does not run from the weight he bears; instead, he integrates it into who he is. Where others might break or lash out, Kale endures quietly, searching always for the next right thing to do. This ability to persist without hardening into cynicism is a rare and formidable strength. It also manifests in his devotion to personal growth. He is introspective, always learning from his failures, and open to change. He does not cling to pride or stubbornness; instead, he reflects, adapts, and moves forward with intention. This is especially evident in his decision to return to the Jedi Order after years of self-imposed exile, not to reclaim status or recognition, but because he realized that people still needed protecting—and he still had the ability to help, even if his heart still ached.
Kale's combat proficiency is a quiet but potent asset. Though he avoids violence when possible and abhors killing, he is a skilled and experienced duelist trained in multiple forms—particularly Forms III (Soresu), V (Shien/Djem So), and IV (Ataru). However, it is his implementation of Form Zero, the philosophy of avoiding combat entirely, that best defines his approach. His style emphasizes defense, redirection, and endurance over aggression, making him difficult to overwhelm or outlast. In terms of Force abilities, Kale gravitates toward protective and support powers, such as Force Barrier, Force Protection Bubble, Enhance Ability, and telekinesis used not to crush or attack, but to disarm or restrain. His talents make him ideally suited to defending others, especially in chaotic battlefield scenarios where coordination and support matter more than raw firepower. Furthermore, his use of rare crystals like Lorrdian and Spintiri in his lightsaber reflects a refined, almost meditative combat style based on perception, calm, and control. He's also no stranger to real-world combat—years of experience, scars both visible and unseen, and encounters with Sith Lords and powerful Force entities have hardened his edge, even if he tries to dull it.
Yet, many of these strengths are inseparable from the deeply entrenched weaknesses that Kale struggles with every day. His compassion, while noble, often veers into self-sacrifice to a dangerous degree. Kale is the kind of person who will give too much of himself. Time, energy, focus, even safety, if he believes it will help someone else. This leads to burnout, physical exhaustion, and emotional detachment, as he rarely prioritizes his own well-being. He struggles to let others take care of him, often believing he must bear the burden alone, especially if he feels responsible for what went wrong. This savior complex doesn't stem from pride, but from overwhelming guilt. A result of years of perceived failures. The death of his half-sister, friends lost in battle, and the traumas of war have left psychic wounds that never fully close. He believes, on some level, that he doesn't deserve peace or happiness, and this belief often colors his decisions, making him cautious to embrace joy or closeness with others for fear that he will inevitably fail them too.
Another major weakness is his persistent self-doubt, bordering at times on imposter syndrome. Even when succeeding in missions or earning the praise of peers and superiors, Kale often questions whether he truly belongs in the Jedi Order, or whether he is merely pretending to be something he's not. He is hyper-aware of his limitations and mistakes, and while this makes him humble and introspective, it also makes him prone to hesitation, overcorrection, and emotional paralysis. His hesitation is not fear of combat, but fear of making the wrong decision, of failing someone who depends on him, or of repeating a past mistake. This can lead him to defer choices, second-guess his instincts, or struggle with command roles where assertiveness is required. His deep moral introspection can also put him at odds with more militant or pragmatic Jedi, who see his refusal to kill or his insistence on mercy as weakness, naivety, or inefficiency. He is often caught between the demand for results and the imperative of doing no harm, and this tension can cause inner conflict or tension within a team.
Socially, Kale can be awkward or withdrawn, especially outside of combat or high-stakes environments. He was raised on a remote world, isolated from most galactic cultures, and though he is intelligent and observant, he sometimes misses social cues or struggles to relate to beings from radically different backgrounds. He is not aloof or unkind, but often quiet, contemplative, and hard to read, especially when his emotional energy is depleted. He struggles with expressing his needs, and his quiet suffering can be misinterpreted as coldness or detachment. This isolation is worsened by his tendency to withdraw when in pain, preferring to process trauma privately rather than open up to others. He fears being a burden or dragging others down with him, even when he needs help most.
Kale also has a complicated relationship with power and authority. He is uncomfortable wielding influence, wary of the corruption it can bring and the pressure it places on those who hold it. As a result, he often avoids leadership roles or formal ranks, preferring to serve quietly rather than command. When forced into leadership, he performs competently but with emotional weight. Every decision feels personal, every casualty a reflection of his choices. This caution, while born from humility, can limit his ability to act decisively in moments that require ruthless clarity. Additionally, he sometimes hesitates to fully utilize his power in the Force, afraid of becoming too comfortable with control or accidentally crossing a line he cannot return from. This fear, of what he might become if he ever let go, acts as a self-imposed limiter that protects him from the Dark Side, but also holds him back from his full potential.
In sum, Kale Seleare's strengths and weaknesses are interwoven threads in a single tapestry—each virtue shadowed by a flaw, each vulnerability a reflection of something once noble. His greatest gifts—compassion, endurance, selflessness, and protective strength—are also the very things that make him most fragile. He is a man constantly at war with himself: a protector who carries the weight of the protected, a warrior who despises war, a Jedi who doubts whether he is worthy of the title. Yet it is precisely this complexity that makes him, him. He is not defined by victory, but by perseverance; not by power, but by restraint; not by certainty, but by his willingness to keep walking forward in spite of doubt, pain, and fear. Kale's journey is not about achieving perfection—it is about staying true to himself even when the galaxy demands otherwise. And in that quiet resistance, he proves himself stronger than many who call themselves heroes.
|| THE FORCE ||
The young man that Kale is, started off rough, and on the wrong foot. Starting his training very late in his life, and furthermore, was only exposed to the wider galaxy when he was older. The transition to becoming a Galactic Citizen has been difficult, labored with his training, and exposure to the force. Kale has spent his time learning and doing everything he can to further his connection to the gift given to him. It is with this gift that Kale has found a propensity for Shielding based powers. Able to easily use them in very unique ways. This aptitude for the Shielding abilities lends to him, and his heritage as a Paladin's Son. A protector of life and freedoms.
Furthermore, Kale has been heavily studying in the acts of Telekinesis, as well as Self-afflicting abilities that would enhance his own attributes, or physical conditioning. Increasing his speed, strength, stamina, or even allowing him to perform feats that would be considered impossible by standard humans. It is with this talent that has allowed Kale to get into combat, defend his allies and friends with vigor, and even in some cases, aiding in retreats or evacuations of planets that were surely going to be destroyed, or razed.
However, the personal code of the Jedi that Kale follows is that of a Jedi Code that was known to be recited at Mara Jade's funeral. A Longer Code that has additional tenants that follow his own personal beliefs that he was raised upon. However, a secondary code he follows, is more so just a loose "Rule book" of Spacers and the life they lead. As one himself, a Roaming Jedi, he follows them nearly in all of his own life due to them being rather practical, and the rules being used to keep him alive in many situations on his adventures.
|| PERSONALITY ||
Kaleleon Seleare is, at his core, a man forged by quiet suffering, deep conviction, and an unrelenting desire to do good. Even when he doubts he has the right to. A Jedi Knight by title but a protector by nature, Kale is not driven by ambition or glory but by a humble, almost burdensome sense of responsibility that stems from his upbringing and the tragedies that have shaped him. He grew up on the rural, backwater world of Weik, raised by a single father after the mysterious disappearance of his mother. Life on the farm instilled in him discipline, self-reliance, and the deeply rooted belief that every person has a duty to help those around them, no matter how hard the world might be. His father's lessons- "a smile can be a weapon" and "a man is guilty of all the good he did not do"-are not just sayings to Kale. They are moral laws, guiding lights that he clings to even in his darkest moments.
Kale is empathetic to a fault. He feels things deeply and personally, especially when it comes to loss. Haunted by the deaths of friends, allies, and family -including a half-sister who died because of his own actions- he carries immense guilt, quietly and constantly. These events have left him with scars not only on his body but etched into his soul. He suffers from PTSD, struggling with sleeplessness, anxiety, and recurring doubts about his ability to live up to the Jedi ideals. Yet he keeps moving forward- not out of blind faith, but because he knows someone has to stand in the way of cruelty, someone has to protect the innocent, even if it costs him. His trauma has not broken him, but it has made him cautious. He is soft-spoken, introspective, and often hesitant to voice his opinions unless they are truly needed. In crowds or political arenas, he can appear reserved or uncomfortable, but in battle or in defense of others, he becomes focused, precise, and quietly fearless.
His personality reflects a tension between idealism and pragmatism. He believes in peace, yet knows war; he abhors killing, yet understands it is sometimes inevitable. Kale prefers nonviolent solutions, adhering heavily to the Jedi philosophy of Form Zero. Solving conflict before the blade is drawn, but is still a capable combatant trained in multiple lightsaber forms. He leans toward a Guardian-Defender archetype, favoring protective Force powers like barriers, shielding, and enhancements rather than raw aggression. This makes him a natural vanguard on the battlefield and a stabilizing presence in group dynamics, though he rarely takes command unless forced to. Despite his proficiency, he questions his worth constantly. Kale suffers from imposter syndrome, especially after returning to the Jedi Order from a self-imposed exile during which he worked quietly as a mechanic on Ukio. He didn't return to reclaim a title or to seek redemption. He came back because he realized that, despite the pain, people still needed someone like him.
Kale is fiercely loyal, almost to his detriment. He often places others' needs above his own, running himself ragged to ensure others are safe or emotionally supported. He is dependable, but terrible at asking for help, often internalizing his struggles and presenting a calm, functional façade even when he is breaking inside. He's not the kind of person who commands a room with presence, but in small, intimate moments, he can be deeply charismatic. He offers warmth not through charm but through sincerity: a kind word, a hand on the shoulder, a rare but meaningful smile. He is the kind of Jedi who kneels beside a grieving family, who stays after the battle to help rebuild, who writes personal letters to those who have lost loved ones. His empathy extends not just to his allies, but even to his enemies, which has occasionally put him at odds with more militant Jedi or galactic powers that demand harsher judgments.
In a galaxy that often demands extremes. Rage or apathy, strength or submission. Kale Seleare exists in the quiet in-between. He is not a paragon of light nor a fallen hero clawing back from the dark, but a human being trying to do the right thing while carrying the weight of every wrong he's witnessed. His journey is not about triumph, but endurance, about finding meaning in service, healing in companionship, and purpose in the act of simply continuing to protect, even when no one is watching. Kale is not just a Jedi, he is a man who believes that even in the chaos of the stars, compassion still matters. And in that belief, no matter how tested or weary he becomes, he finds his strength.
|| POSSESSIONS ||
Weapons:
Aranrúth - The Second Lightsaber Kale has made. While as a replacement to his first one, it is more than improved.
Úrion - A Sunfire Sword that signifies Kale's leadership of the Paladins.
Pariah's Voice - A Particle Blaster for Kale to Use.
Deliverance Shatter Pistol - Nice pistol that is affected by the Force
Breath Concealed Carry - A 10mm pistol that Kale can use for more clandestine measures, or just to be as a back up for any other weaponry he may have.
Narma's Talons - A long-arm pistol created in the honor of Narma, a fallen friend.
TSF-HPB/01Particle Blaster Pistol - Particle Blaster Pistol that Kale uses over his previous weapons in the past.
PK-45 Peacekeeper - Heatbeamer Sonic Disruptor hybrid pistol. Big damage, small package.
Vulptex Fang Utility Survival Knife - A basic survival knife Kale commissioned from an Ally of the GA, and later sold the plans too.
Clothing:
Spiffy Poncho - A poncho that is worn on an almost daily basis.
Upgraded Enclave Poncho - Due to the heavy use of Kales older poncho, this one is his newer one.
Jedi Jumpsuit - Worn typically with Poncho and Gloves.
Viper's Repose - A set of gloves great for combat, but worn as day to day wear
Space Wizard Pattern Boots - Worn literally every day.
Farseer Traveling Bag - A bag that holds utilities for Kale should he need them.
The Paladin Holster - A shoulder harness used to carry a pistol, and a lightsaber in a concealed fashion.
HH-78 Holster - A simple thigh holster that helps with quick draws.
Combat/War Items
Paragon's Paean - Really powerful DMR
Ward of Dawn - A physical Round Shield, with secondary shield systems.
Sentinel Defender Class Jedi Armor - A heavy suit of armor for dedicated combat, and open warfare.
Paladin's Mantel - A New set of Light Armor that Kale uses.
Space Wizard Pattern Helm - A Helmet that works in conjunction with his Armor.
Jewelry/Misc:
Mother's Necklace - Given to him as a child by his father.
Corellian Jedi Credits - Holds onto a couple for safe keeping.
Dantooine Sphere - A telekinetic puzzle for Kale to attempt to solve.
Fastball Special - A very special ball.
Wobble Ball - Training device for Jedi.
Utilities:
G1 Omnilink - Super up to date wrist link
PT-C - A controlled collar so then Kale can arrest or capture enemies.
Lodestone Devices - Owns three.
High Density Gel packs - Used if in a falling situation.
U20 Field Wrist Link - Communication and Datapad in one.
Skeleton Key Omnicutter - A key to get you in anywhere.
Sunfire Signet Ring - A special Signet ring for all Jedi Folk.
Jedi Star Compass - The particular one that Kale owns, points his way back to Weik.
Lightsaber maintenance kit - Useful for all your daily Lightsaber needs.
Imagecaster - Most of the images are useful information, However, there are some images of Kale's Family
Wrist Link - Simple communication device.
Grapling Spike Launcher - For getting to high places.
TSS Survival Kit - A rather comprehensive bug-out bag.
Droids/Companion
BD-7 - A little buddy droid that can help with slicing or act as a companion on missions.
E7-G2 - E-series Astromech droid that can be used with various Starfighters and Ships
Thinker - Tactical Droid that is typically aboard Kale's Luminary-Class.
Keive - A Jedi Temple Droid that Kale has taken as a form of Training, or just a companion, when away from the Temple.
Vehicles/Ships:
Luminary-Class Light Explorer - A general getting around ship if fighting is not necessary.
E-1 E-Wing Air Superiority Vector Interceptor "Nightsinger" aka "Mighty Ear Banger" - Stupid Fast Interceptor
Speederboard - Just a fun way to get around.
Proof of Purchase
Republic Engineering Corporation
Tricks of the Trade #1
Tricks of the Trade #2
Tricks of the Trade #3
Republic Engineering Corporation
Tricks of the Trade #1
Tricks of the Trade #2
Tricks of the Trade #3
|| BIOGRAPHY ||
PRE-ROLEPLAY
Growing up in a broken home is not the best situation in the world. However, I didn't mind. Considering my mother was out of the picture, and my father stated he didn't know where she went, I was raised by my father, and my grand parents. My father was a farmer. As so, I too grew up learning quickly. While we did not cultivate crops, we rather only grew crops for the purpose of feeding the animals we raised. Cattle, A couple dogs, some Bantha's and a couple of Erropes. The village I grew up in was small. In fact, It was small enough that the best you could describe it was a single lane of cart pulled traffic, with a couple small shops for cutting hair, a couple tools, and an Inn. Specifically for travelers who were going long distances between the various feudal tribes or Kingdoms.
Never in my life would I have ever expected for one of these lone travelers to be one of the mythical beings known as the "Paladins" many called them Champions of the the Sun. Named as such due to their fabled Sunfire Swords. A blade that could manifest in brilliant light, and cleave through anything with its righteous fury.
I had been headed into town to sell some of our extra crop that we didn't need for our animals. Maybe even buying some new clothes, or tools for the farm. Along the way, the weary woman was hunkered over. Covering her face with a helmet and cloak. Armored, I feared she was a soldier. However as I drew closer, I could tell that she was a soldier or warrior from some distance place. I came to her aid. Providing her water as well as food during camp. The lady was mostly silent. Muttering a couple thanks, and apologies for being in such a state that a "Child" had to aid her.
At the time I knew not of her. I asked her various questions. Ranging from her name, to what fiefdom she was tied to, why she seemed to be weaponless, and why she covered her face. Most answered were one word, or the shortest possible. She said the name she was once known by is long forgotten. She was tied to no Fiefdom, yes she was a warrior, and she had lost her weapon as it was damaged. All viable. The next morning I took her into town with my crop. We went our separate ways. However, that was not the last time I would see her.
After selling my crops and staying in town for the night, I set off the next day with new clothes quite a sum of tools, and even a new knife for me to use. The previous one I had was barely hanging on and had been sharpened so many times, that it's edge would be better suited as a hacking tool than a precise cutting instrument. Traveling home, I was jumped by scavengers and Bandits. They had followed me for quite some time. I did not know and paid for it dearly. They took everything I had. Barely leaving me with the clothes on my back.
I was defeated and not in the best shape. I had been almost a full day's trek away from the village, and another day's walk away from home. I began to head home when from my injuries, I began to feel severe fatigue and the head injuries were causing me massive headaches. I could see a cart moving towards me in the distance, but passed out before I knew who it was.
A couple hours later, I woke up to the face of a rather beautiful older lady. She had the wrinkle of year around her eyes and mouth, but was still young enough to be considered a youthful adult. She was tending to my arms that were cut up. Bandaging them up and keeping me down on my back. Looking around, barely through the concussion I had suffered, my cart was just a couple feet away. Everything in it. And a camp fire was slowly waning in the night. I tried to ask her questions, but a finger covered my mouth in a shushing motion. I obliged and soon fell asleep once more.
Waking up in the morning to a severe throbbing in my head, and arms, I found the lady gently sleeping wrapped up within her robes. Trying to sit up, I winced in pain as I searched through my possessions. Realizing that this lady must have retrieved my items from the bandits. Her voice broke out suddenly behind me.
"You took quite the beating there child. You are lucky they didn't have the nerve to actually kill you."
"Why."
"Because they were spineless."
"No, I mean why did you get my stuff back. Why did you render aid to me."
"I owed you for helping me."
"You saved my life. That is a big difference lady."
"You saved me from wandering the wilderness, gave me food and drink when I thirst and hungered. and even brought me to a town."
"That doesn-"
"Look, I owed you. Secondary to that, its not right for these bandits to be attacking people. So I will travel with you to your homestead and explain to your parents what happened."
"You don'-"
"I insist. End of discussion."
I bit my tongue. Just shaking my head and preparing to leave camp. Starting to pack up my things. Making sure they were all there. While the lady righted herself, she aided me in pulling the cart towards my home. Silent the entire way there, once we reached home, she walked directly up to my father and stood there as he was. Neither of them moved.
"Arons."
"Haleen"
"Wait, you two know each other?"
"Kale, this is your mother."
Confused beyond all ideals, it was explained that my father swore to secrecy that my mother's name would be forgotten. Because she was a Paladin of the Adamite Tower. I was befuddled learning that my mother was one of the mythical beings who were given gifts by the gods in the form of Magic to fight for the people of the world. However, that was cut short when my now revealed mother mentioned that she was here for me. She was going to take me to train as a Paladin.
My father was not enthused with it. Nor was I. A simple life is all I wanted. I didn't have much. I don't have my own house, nor anything much to my name, but the idea of being a Guardian was tempting. Reluctantly, My father agreed. We stayed for the night, and the following morning, we left.
Now? It has been years since then. I was only 16 winters old when my mother took me. Now that I am 21 winters old, I have trained to fight with hand to hand combat to a fair proficiency, and even with swords. However, as I was going to be sworn in as the member, replacing a Paladin, I got cold feet. Running away the night before. Hightailing it as though Hell was coming for my heels. To make a longer story even short, that is how I ran into a smuggler from another world. He had crash landed and was fixing up his ship when I saw the opportunity to not just run away from village to village, but to leave this planet entirely.
I couldn't do this. I didn't want to be a person who had that kind of responsibility. I wanted a simple life. So maybe now, I will find a simple life out in this new galaxy to explore.
ACT I - Finding Myself
Upon entering the Galaxy, I found myself a friend. A smuggler who paved my way to the various worlds I could visit. However, we were trapped on the planet of Nar Kreeta. What at first seemed to be just Pirates trying to hold people hostage, was actually a joint effort with a Cult of Force Sensitives. A Death Cult lead by a Cyborg Ninja Guy. While later I would learn his name was Ignis Imura, it was one of his men who took a Lightsaber and stabbed it through my smuggler friend. Shortly after, The Jedi who had faced Imura, Romi Jade, found me, and took me under her wing. Seeing the potential I had. It was soon after, that my world exploded with the difficulties of the Galaxy.
Training with Romi was no easy feat. Being stabbed in the side during said training, however learning valuable lessons such as tempered breathing, centering of my emotions as well as some depth within Djem-So style of Lightsaber combat. Also being taught Force Meld and later more in depth discussions of Djem-so, according to Romi herself, I had become one of her better apprentices. To this day, I still do not know how, but I have. At the time I am writing this, It has been a couple years of training.
Along the way, I have met new people, and species. One such is the Togruta species. Who I seem to have a fondness of. Their skin tones and their related strengths are interesting and I wish to learn more. However, my duties of a Jedi are first and foremost. Many of these ventures include aiding in the evacuation of people from a Planet the Sith Empire were attempting to destroy, Fighting Rakgouls upon a ship I was acting as a Jedi diplomat for, Fighting against the Sith twice more in the name of the Silver Jedi order, and even aiding in the formation of the Republic Jedi, A new brimming Jedi Coalition group, as well as The Wardens of the Light. Which upon I am one of the leaders of.
It scares me how far I have come. While I know there is so much for me to learn, even life times would never be enough. However, I know I have come far from where I had once been. A simple Farm boy on Weik, and am now one of the "Paladins of the Sky" that I have heard stories of since my childhood. In my attempt to be one such, I had rescued a woman by the name of Sylvi. Who I felt drawn to and had a connection with. Preventing her from a premature death, we later teamed up to take down a Sith slave ring when things went.... nevermind. I don't want to talk about it for now. Just know that I got the job done.
I have also aided others in their training. Not just one but multiple people. It makes me feel a little better about my new stance as one of the leaders of the Wardens of the Light. I hope that I can live up to the name.
- Kaleleon Seleare.
Act II - Becoming Jedi
Romi has been making her training much harder since the Fight I had against a Sith Lord. The Sith had began to attack civilians for the sake of causing trouble. Despite feeling the individuals presence, I still fought the man to a stand still. I wish I had been able to capture him, but the man continued to fight back and had "promised" he would not stop killing civilians. I did what had to be done, and crushed him with Force Bubble. There was an internal investigation into his death, determining I had done what I could. Accounts of the troopers verified what I had reported in many attempts to stop him from attacking civilians.
All because of that, Romi made training much harder. Bringing me head long into combat and fights against many would be violent forces against innocent people. Yet every step I take closer to being a Jedi, I feel as though I don't deserve this. Every day, I still wonder in which world was a Farm boy ever taken in my one of the most well known combative experts in her field. No more thoughts on it. I must continue on. Even more so that now, I have been Knighted within the New Jedi Order within the Galactic Alliance.
-Kaleleon Seleare
ACT III - Second Great Hyperspace War
As the conflicts continued, a new threat had emerged. That of the Brynadul. A faction of massive beings who sought to bring an end to technology and to take worlds under their control for the pure idea of their religious endeavor of destroying technology. It has been difficult to fight them. However, I had been commended for hot dropping into a conflict, just so that I would be able to aid in the exfill of other Jedi. Luckily my shielding in the force was enough to get us out of there.
Another instance of combat, was the Sith attempting to invade another world. We struck against them with all our might. I had been helping another ally fight a Sith master. Once more, I find myself only just Knighted, but attempting to go toe to toe with people way over my head. However, we were able to drive back the Sith Witch and prevent the deaths of many people.
These victories were short lived with the fall of the Brynadul, and the rise of the Brotherhood of the Maw. A group of individuals who were just a straight up Dark Sided cult not tied directly to Sith per say, but just wanting destruction on massive scale. The Sith Empire was also having their own troubles. Two splinter factions of the Warlords of the Sith, and the New Imperial Order were warring against the Sith Empire. While it kept them busy for the Galactic Alliance to seek out conflict with the Mawites, A junction between the Silver Jedi Order and the New Jedi Order was slated.
It was at this summit, that myself, and many other Jedi Knights and even apprentices sought to fight against not just the Maw, but the Sith. We learned of the Silver Jedi's peace agreement with the Sith so that they could protect themselves. Hypocrisy at its finest. For that, many of the Jedi left both Orders to aid the New Imperial Order so that we could fight back the Sith. In this action, all of us were exiled. Told to not return to the Order. But what we feared, was just the start of it.
The Maw. They came out Swinging. Producing a Superweapon dubbed "Mercy" in which their attempt to destroy Csilla. I had been there. Fighting on the front lines attempting to prevent Maw forces from overtaking the planet in the attempt to destroy it. Their aim was to take down the planetary shielding systems. My failure, my lacking had allowed for this to happen. They got the shielding down. While the attempt to fire the weapon failed, instead, the Maw used the weapon as a battering ram. Sending it careening into the planet. Killing anyone left there.
I had only been able to escape, due to Narma. My best friend, my companion. A Tuk'ata that saved my life more than once. Losing my saber, I... was a Jedi no more.
-Kaleleon Seleare
ACT IV - Incertitude
I went into exile. Leaving everything else behind. While I did make a new Lightsaber for myself, I was not... who I am. Every day it was the guilt, depression, anger, and doubt that fed my mind with filth. Even with hearing of the Mythic Omni returning and wrecking havoc upon the galaxy, I hid. Merely finding a far away planet to just... retire. I was no Jedi. I was a failure and I couldn't hack it. Leaving Romi, Coren, Cotan, Zark, everything. I stayed away from it all. There was no placement for me there.
Sylvi found me. Of course she did, but it was not for the reasons I had thought of. While we had worked together before my self-imposed exile from the Galaxy, as well as my Exile from both Jedi Orders, Sylvi had come to me to explain something. She had discovered that she and I, shared the same father. Back when my father was Paladin, he was not yet with my mother. He had relations with a woman who turned out to be one of the Skyholme Lucites. A sect of Dark sided individuals who wanted to rule Weik. And more importantly, that she was also one of these people. Which is why she found me. Looking for me, because I was to be turned into the Lucites so that they could strike a blow to one of their greatest advisaries. My father.
This alone was a blow to me. Learning this was... not what I wanted. She was someone I had trusted. Then she broke it. She tried to fight me, but there was... I tried to keep her alive. Even if she was someone who had just broken my trust, I didn't want my Sister to die. I did what I could, but she perished within my arms. Taking her back home, I buried her in an unmarked plot on our land. Making it so at the very least, when the rest of my family dies, they will all be together.
I kept this hidden from my father. I don't know if he even knew he had a bastard child. Nor would my mother hear this. My brother didn't get anything out of me when I had returned home for a short period. All I explained was that I was no longer a Jedi. Exiled cus of my choice to fight the Sith. My family supported me, but I just... I couldn't stay.
Leaving, I found my place. A planet way far away from everything else. Ukio. A planet of farmers, and blue-collar workers. Far enough away from everything else, that I was able to just find a job, started working on Speeders. Fixing them up and eventually becoming a Key-holder. It was about two years later that I bought into the company and now have some fun things to work on. But... I feel and aching. And its hurting.
- Kaleleon Seleare
I discovered what this aching was. I had been living with my demons too long. I had to fix this. Sleepless nights, doubt, and guilt had been eating at me for far too long. I was no longer myself. I had changed. There was no going back, but I could be better. I searched. I spent a year just doing everything I could to understand what I was dealing with. Having killed, fought, warred, it was a natural reaction for many to have PTSD from something like this. Friends, allies, family dying. I came to terms with my actions. Learning that I am who I have become because of my actions. It was this that saved me.
I had to face my consequences. I had to return to the Jedi Order. While the Silver Jedi are now gone, the New Jedi Order are still there. In my return, I have been demoted to an Apprentice once more. This proving, these trials of the Jedi, are so that I may once more be the Jedi Knight. A Guardian. Holding a smile on my face all the while. Its with this, I know I will become better for it.
- Kaleleon Seleare
KALELEON ART RESOURCES & AWARDSCsilla Event MTG Card - Credit to Taeli Raaf
Kale's Tropes
- Neutral Good
- With Great Power
- Friend to All Living Things
- Thou Shalt Not Kill
- Technical Pacifist
- Hero's First Rescue
- Following their Rescuer's Footsteps
- Can't Refuse the Call
- Screw the Rules, I'm doing whats right
- The Unfettered
- The Heart
- Humble Hero
- Ideal Hero
- Knight Errant
- We Help the Helpless
- In Harms Way
- Take a Third Option
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