Steven Kavarr
Character
For two years Steven had traveled through the galaxy, taking odd jobs here and there to get by and make do. Once a proud member of the Jedi Order, a Shadow that traveled to fight the Sith and protect the ideals and freedom of the Galactic Alliance, Steven was now a frozen husk of a man. The memories of seeing his padawan hacked into quarters by a laughing sith, while watching helplessly from a distance haunted Steven. The feeling of overwhelming helplessness burdened Steven ever since that day. He could still feel the tension in his muscles and the straining as he sprinted as fast as he could, yet every time he replayed the scene in his head he could only ever get within a few meters before she was butchered.
For the last 6 months Steven had settled on Teth in the jungles. His robes and face showed just how rough he had been living for the last 6 months, his face dark from the dirt and tangled beard, and his robes filthy from the jungle and beginning to fray. The contrast was stark, from clean and noble Jedi Knight to a filthy bedraggled homeless person who people avoided. The only thing kept clean were the two symbols that tied him to the person he was before, his twin lightsabers, their dark blue hue forever standing out from beneath his cloak. Nightly they were cleaned, though from 2 years he had not ignited his saber.
The nearby village provided him sustenance throughout the year, he haggled and did odd jobs for villagers, simple tasks of chopping wood and harvesting fruit from the huge trees throughout the forest, though few trusted him, and most avoided the dark spectre travelling through their village. Rumours swirled around the small village about the spectre, though none of them good. He's an exiled Jedi, a Sith spy, a bounty hunter who killed 2 Jedi.
Through all of this time, Steven slept rough on the ground under a tree, with a small fire to keep him company.
For the last 6 months Steven had settled on Teth in the jungles. His robes and face showed just how rough he had been living for the last 6 months, his face dark from the dirt and tangled beard, and his robes filthy from the jungle and beginning to fray. The contrast was stark, from clean and noble Jedi Knight to a filthy bedraggled homeless person who people avoided. The only thing kept clean were the two symbols that tied him to the person he was before, his twin lightsabers, their dark blue hue forever standing out from beneath his cloak. Nightly they were cleaned, though from 2 years he had not ignited his saber.
The nearby village provided him sustenance throughout the year, he haggled and did odd jobs for villagers, simple tasks of chopping wood and harvesting fruit from the huge trees throughout the forest, though few trusted him, and most avoided the dark spectre travelling through their village. Rumours swirled around the small village about the spectre, though none of them good. He's an exiled Jedi, a Sith spy, a bounty hunter who killed 2 Jedi.
Through all of this time, Steven slept rough on the ground under a tree, with a small fire to keep him company.