Krau Rook, Padawan of the Alliance Jedi Order
R E D U X
NAME: Krau Rook
FACTION: The Galactic Alliance | The New Jedi Order | The Mandalorian People | Formerly of Sith-Imperial Clan Rook
RANK: Padawan of
Maynard Treicolt
| Jedi DiplomatSPECIES: Sith Pureblood [Hidden] | Mandalorian
AGE: 18
SEX: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
HEIGHT: 5’8
WEIGHT: 130 Pounds
EYES: Golden Yellow
HAIR: Coal Black
SKIN: Cherry Red
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes | Light Side Attuned
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STRENGTHS
"The Jedi give me personhood. I'd be lost without them."
Diplomatically Minded
In sharp contrast to traditional Mando doctrine, Krau keeps himself more guided on the paths of diplomacy, even to his enemies. He would prefer to stay his blade and attempt to seek a non-violent solution to whatever situation he finds himself in than end lives. However, despite that, he is still a trained Jedi, capable of defending himself.
Positive Masculinity
Ever since his escape, Krau has gone the extra mile in an attempt to reclaim the traditional morals of his people, blending those with the ideas of the Jedi Order. All of this goes a long way in helping him form a healthy mindset of what it means to be a proper human being, despite this, it can cause issues with more traditionally minded individuals.
Rough and Tumble Brawl
Growing from a Mandalorian upbringing, Krau learned how to fight with his fists, with kicks and punches, with knees and elbows. Martial combat was their life, and though his style may be more akin to something you would see in a drunken tavern brawl, it plays into his unique style of lightsaber combat. While most professional duelists would shudder at the idea of throwing a haymaker mid bout, Krau has no fault with it. Whatever wins the day.
WEAKNESSES
"I'm just a man. Let me be weak."
Devil Skin
Krau goes the extra mile to push forward the idea that he is devoid of proper species, and will respond to all questions about his race with "Mando" or some variant. Even within medical records, he is simply labeled underneath the title of "Non-Human." As it stands, no one outside of Sith-Imperial Space knows of his true species, not even his master has been made privy to what sits underneath the beskar.
Easy to Break
Krau, in the traditional sense, is emotionally compromised. It is very easy to send him down a path that would lead him into a depressive episode or even lurch his concentration of the Force away from what he would prefer. This being a cost of his awareness of his own emotional weakness. At such a generally young age for Jedi, Krau still has yet to properly emotionally mature himself due to a cut-off from proper care and safe environments, instead being subject to the Sith-Imperial ideals.
APPEARANCE:
"What's under the helmet? The personality that carries through the voice. Promise that."
Krau stands at an average height for most humanoids, not taller or shorter than the Galactic mean, however, his weight is another issue. Through his hardships and struggles in the Sith Empire under the rule of the Imperial Rook, he grew accustomed to never having quite enough to eat. Even once joining the Galactic Alliance and the Jedi Order, he never seems able to maintain a healthy weight. Always a bit too thin for it to be comfortable, more bones showing through skin then should be the norm, too little fat to sustain the warrior-priest discipline that his Jedi title demands.
His body is littered with cuts, scars, and discolored patches of skin from burn wounds. Simply scattered across his form without any true rhyme or reason or pattern, simply accumulated through years of harsh treatment under the boot. From blade, whip, and forge, the old scars dig deep into the bright red skin. A fair amount located on his face, dancing across his cheeks in scratches, brow, and a single dominating one diagonally across his lips. Surprisingly, his nose does not seem like it’s been broken over and over like one would expect.
His thick, raven black hair is normally left to grow as it will. Though, what care is done normally comes down to down to simply slicking it at an angle to hang out of his face and cushion his helmet.
PERSONALITY:
"Only good thing the Sith Empire ever did for me was give me a name."
Krau was a result of his upbringing, a result of his existence as a Sith and as a Mandalorian, and the expectations that would come from that. While many within the harsh machination of Sith-Imperialism would come out the otherside as a hardened warrior, determined to slay their foes with a malicious glee, the near opposite came from Krau.
The Rook were used to beating, subjugating, and maiming boys into men, they were used to breaking their spirits and forging proper Mandos of Beskar out of even the weakest. This simply pushed Krau further and further into his own personality. He is generally quiet, not as outspoken as other’s of his kind, and uses his culture and creed as a guide rather than a demand. The masculinity that normally drips from Mandalorians is rejected for a much softer, gentler self identity. He cares for his fellows in the Order and Alliance, determined to help where he can emotionally, hellbent on carrying the baggage of the entire Alliance if it helps anyone sleep at night. While a gauntlet to the head may have earned a raging threat from other’s of his Clan, instead, it brought out the strength in fragility. Pain was real, fear was real, and they were close friends of Krau. Something he was more than willing to face and process, rather than pushdown and ignore.
Despite what would normally be associated with introverted personalities, Krau instead takes care and time to place himself in situations with other people. As if staving off some worse mental undercurrents that he knows loneliness drags into the light. He won’t say much, though he will occupy space in the room, smiling behind his helmet and nodding along as things carry on.
BIOGRAPHY:
"Cuyi Krau, naas ori'shya ibac."
Krau was born in the Sith Empire, through occupation, war, and bleeding genetics, it was the perfect breeding ground for an absolute oddity of a sentient to come into being. A Sith Pureblood, born by creed and claim to the Mandalorian Clan of Rook, there was the entire weight of the Galaxy on the boy from the moment he took his first breath.
He raged against the world around him in his own quiet way, in his own comfort, in his acceptance of the cruelty of those around him but without the weakness to accept it as what the Galaxy was required to be. The mindset of “accept what this is, what you are” that was posutured at him at every turn was refuted, time and time again. And there came moments where he strayed nearly close enough to warrant execution for sedition.
Regardless, with scar tissue and blood, Krau pressed on. Long enough to find himself empowered with certain gifts of the Living Force, long enough to push a blaster in the back of the right man, long enough to find a vessel to the Core.
Upon arrival, the Mandalorian was dedicated to pushing forward his identity, as fully as he could.
He was a Mandalorian, he was a Jedi, and he was gentle.
He was no Sith.
EQUIPMENT:
Single bladed green jetii'kad.
Jedi Robes [Purple/Silver]
Sith-Imperial Supercommando Armor
SHIP:
"If I could fly well, I'd tell you."
E-Wing Starfighter
KILLS:
NA
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
NA
ROLE-PLAYS:
PRE-REDUX
Starbird | GA Dominion of Coruscant
POST-REDUX
THE SPICE MUST FLOW
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