Chlorraan
Character
The Maw of The Jungle, in Felucian tongue...
The will of the Force, in its delusions...
Dangerous, one way or another.
NAME: Chlorraan, as it calls itself.
SPECIES: Sarlacc
AGE: 37,000 years
SEX: Female
HEIGHT: The Maw's body, burrowed deep into the earth, is roughly 800 meters in height.
SKIN: Its tendrils are a pale-yellow color.
FORCE SENSITIVE: Incredibly so; the Sarlacc is in-tune with the vibrant and powerful living Force of the planet Felucia.
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APPEARANCE: A vast, gaping pit lies at the heart of a dense and unexplored Felucian jungle; a horrific wound on the planet's luscious flesh of nature and wildlife, akin to the maw of a devilish beast. Sharp ivory protrudes from the blood-colored walls of the crater, and from within the abyss, pale tendrils rise to the height of buildings, each one viscious and alien in its movement. Should one stand near the edge of the pit, a sharp beak will be just barely visible at its center, rising from the depths of its darkness. This is all that can ever be seen of the Maw - a rabbit hole that leads straight to hell.STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
The Maw is a beast of +gargantuan proportions, the stuff of myths and nightmares; each and every one of its serpentine apendages is +blindingly fast, with enough +force and mass to bring down a mighty Felucian Rancor, their bone-shattering grasp nigh inescapable. Far more dangerous than the Maw's physical ferocity, however, is its +deep conncetion to the living Force of Felucia. Burrowed deep within the wild and chaotic world, the Maw has become all but synonymous with the +vast, pulsating energies of the planet. Yet, the Maw is an +/-untrained power, incapable of applying the more subtle methods of the Force. Those remain an unearthed mystery to the beast, which is solely driven by its +/-unending, unquenchable hunger. The Maw, for all its vast power, is and forever will be -bound to Felucia, never to leave the surface of the jungle world, never to witness the endless mysteries of the galaxy. And, as long as the Maw remains alone on the planet, it will continue feeding its -delusions, continue to grow more -arrogant. Every sacrifice made to the Maw builds on the lie that it is the will of the Force.
BIOGRAPHY:
The last thing Jedi master Chlorraan remembered was the impact; heaven and earth shook as his ship plunged into Felucia's jungles, smoke and flame consuming every angle of vision with hellish gluttony. And then, without the slightest warning, everything had gone black.
Such darkness had been more welcoming than where he later woke, however. Surrounding him was not the alien greenery and wildlife expected from the jungle world, but rather a vast cavern of flesh and muscle, viscous fluids lining the walls and seeming to crawl closer and closer towards him. And much, much more concerning, a vast and terrifyingly dark haze, which the master felt rather than saw. The slight chill of the dark side, one the Jedi had felt many times before, was seeping through his every pore; it was overwhelming, exuding both raw primality and the careful patience of a predator. Of a beast which had grown used to killing.
Naturally, the Jedi master was far from afraid. Confused, lost? Certainly. But he could never be afraid, not when he had the serenity of the Force to fall back on. His body had been all but shattered by the crash, and his whereabouts where a mystery. In such a dire situation, the man could only ever have one response. And so, with what little strength he had, he shifted his position; he sat in the middle of this alien tomb, cross-legged and entirely at ease, physically and mentally. And then, he began to speak:
"There is no emotion, there is peace. There is no ignorance, there is knowledge. There is no passion, there is serenity. There is no chaos, there is harmony. There is no death, there is the Force."
The very utterance of that mantra seemed to repel the slime that surrounded the master; his soft and gentle words rang like chimes amidst the silence of the cavern. As long as he surrendered himself to the Force, he would be safe. As long as he could maintain such a state.
Still, Chlorraan couldn't help but wonder where exactly he'd ended up...
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Chlorraan had been the first Jedi who, through some twist of fate long lost to time, had found himself within the stomach of the Maw. Though his crash had startled the beast, it was his use of the Force that had truly woken it; it had never felt such energy within another, and in the thousands of years it had spent growing on Felucia, it had come to view itself as the only one to possess that power.Likewise, it had been the first time master Chlorraan had ever witnessed such a phenomenon: a Sarlacc in tune with the Force, and an enormous one at that. Deep within the cavern of flesh, the Jedi master could feel its sentience seeping through the walls of its stomach. Primal, certainly, but sentient nonetheless. And if it was sentient, it could be communicated with. The master believed that much, and with no escape in sight, his only option was what many would label utter lunacy.
Chlorraan reached out with the force, attempting to calm the creature, attempting to make some form of contact with it. The man and the beast would become connected through the Force, able to truly feel and understand the presence of the other. The Maw, a grotesque horror that had never even been properly aware of that which it consumed, became privy to all the thoughts and emotions of the Jedi master, as well as the tranquility he used to subdue them. Chlorraan opened himself, allowing the essence of his being to be exposed and understood by the Sarlacc monster; he offered no resistance, allowing his every thought and contemplation to be visible to the creature's mind's eye. This bond of the Force lasted years, sustained as much by a mutual curiosity and desire to learn as it was by the nutrients the Sarlacc used to keep the master alive.
The creature remained hungry and animalistic for what seemed like an eternity, always attempting to break the old man's barriers whilst simultaneously keeping him alive and stable. It was in this struggle, however, that the first signs of tranquility were born within the Maw. It soon became aware of sentience beyond its own, and through this experience, came to learn of a concept entirely foreign to it before: companionship. The simple presence of another.
It only took a century for Chlorraan to consider the Maw a friend. It was that creature's existence that kept the master from suffering through the crushing insanity of eternal loneliness, even if their relationship took time to stabilize. He would often speak to it, sometimes entirely unaware of whether it listened or not. Over the years, the Sarlacc learned to return Chlorraan's words, speaking through the Force. And it was that very same Force that their conversations often revolved around; the Maw learned of curiosity shortly after he began to feel it. It wondered about its powers, and those of Chlorraan. The Master indulged his thoughts, telling it all he understood the Force to be and more. Telling it of the Force's will, and how it controlled all that was in the universe.
Through their link, the Maw felt something within Chlorraan. Something it had understood long before their meeting, hundreds of years ago by this point. Physical pain, one that coursed through the Master's body every single day. Despite having sustained himself for centuries - through his mastery of the Force and with the Maw's assistance - it was a fact that his body would not last eternally. And the more his life was drawn out, the more pain he was forced to bear. The Maw would never have dreamed of a thing such as sympathy before its years with Chlorraan, yet it had a strange desire to cease the Master's pain.
So, the Maw finally allowed the man to, as it had been once told, become one with the Force.
It had learned companionship, and with Chlorraan's passing, the maw learned the truest solitude. Not just loneliness, but the feeling of having once had a companion.
The Maw had several thousand years to linger on a great deal of things; on the fragility of life, and how quickly Chlorraan's had ended. On the nature of the Force, and its will. On the remark Chlorraan had made moments before dying, lamenting the fact that he had never though of a name to give to the Maw.
It wondered about the lives of all those it consumed; it wondered why, above all others, it was so powerful, and so very eternal. Perhaps the Maw's command of the Force was not a trait that others possessed, not in the same manner. Even the strongest of those attuned to the Force were finite - only the Maw was truly infinite. Infinite, much like the Force itself...
The only name that ever had any meaning to the Sarlacc was Chlorraan. And it was that name which the beast took for itself.
It was Chlorraan, the will of the Force.