Vaegon Dolmyrian
Character
VAEGON DOLMYRIAN
| Age | 33 |
| Species | Human |
| Gender | Male |
| Height | 6'2" |
| Weight | 187lbs |
| Force Sensitive | Yes |
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
Vaegon Dolmyrian carries himself with the quiet gravity of a man shaped by silence and time. His frame is tall and refined, draped in layered robes of pale silver and shadow-black that flow with a ceremonial elegance, evoking the old nobility of Kaikielius. Over one shoulder rests a burnished pauldron, tarnished with age but worn with pride, hinting at a tradition of warrior-scholars long forgotten. His face is sharp and austere, with high cheekbones and a strong jaw that lend him an almost statuesque presence, as though he were chiseled from cold marble rather than born of flesh. Dark hair, swept back with care, frames a brow furrowed not by emotion, but by endless thought, tireless thought. His eyes are the most arresting feature: pale, clear, and still, like light breaking through stormclouds. They do not glow with warmth, but with a quiet intensity that speaks of knowledge carried too long, and truths never spoken aloud.
INVENTORY
Blue Lightsaber
PERSONALITY AND BELIEFS
Vaegon Dolmyrian is a man of grave stillness and unfathomable depth, a scholar-warrior whose presence commands silence without ever needing to demand it. He speaks rarely, and when he does, his words are chosen with surgical precision, measured, deliberate, and always laced with a sense of something unspoken just beneath the surface. To his peers in the Order, he is regarded as a contemplative ascetic, a man more concerned with the forgotten past than the concerns of the present, yet there is a quiet weight to him that suggests his thoughts linger in places others fear to tread. He is fascinated by the ancient cycles of the galaxy, by empires that rose and fell, by orders that lost their way, by the patterns of betrayal, rebirth, and ruin that seem to haunt every corner of history. His reverence for knowledge borders on obsession, yet he masks it well beneath a veil of stoic discipline and philosophical detachment. Vaegon believes the Jedi Order is but a moment in a much longer continuum, and that wisdom lies not in clinging to doctrine, but in understanding the full scope of the Force, even the parts long buried or deliberately forgotten. He does not speak in absolutes, nor does he argue; instead, he listens, he watches, and he remembers. In council chambers and meditation halls alike, his voice can feel like a cold wind in a sealed room, unsettling in its calmness, heavy with implication. Those who know him well speak of dreams after speaking with him, of echoes that linger longer than expected. Vaegon Dolmyrian is not merely a Jedi Master but a quiet sentinel at the edge of something vast and unknowable, whose devotion to truth may one day pull him beyond what others would dare to call the Light.
STRENGTHS
1. Form II: Though not known for aggression or spectacle, Vaegon is a formidable duelist in the classical sense; his style is austere, minimal, and deeply rooted in Form II: Makashi, the elegant and precise art of lightsaber-to-lightsaber combat. He does not overwhelm opponents with speed or power; instead, he dissects them, exploiting timing, distance, and control with surgical accuracy. Every movement is calculated. Every strike is meant to end a confrontation with the least energy expended. Many underestimate him due to his scholarly demeanor until they find themselves outmaneuvered, disarmed, or slain before they even realize the duel has begun.
Keeper of Forgotten Doctrines:
Vaegon's mind is a living vault of ancient Force philosophies, many predating the Republic or existing far beyond the Jedi's sanctioned canon. He has studied extinct sects, pre-Temple rituals, and regional practices of the Force that most Masters dismiss as heresy or myth. This knowledge gives him a perspective far broader and older than the current Jedi philosophies. He understands the Force not just as energy, but as memory, echo, and inheritance. He has studied the Dai Bendu mystics, the Ordu Aspectu, the Order of Daelos, the Kashi Mer, and other lost sects whose philosophies shaped the earliest galactic understanding of the Force. While most Jedi dismiss such traditions as primitive or irrelevant, Vaegon understands them as foundational truths, the raw, unrefined expressions of the Force before it was divided into Light and Dark.
WEAKNESSES
Poor Diplomat: Cold, Aloof, and Difficult to Read. Vaegon Dolmyrian is often assigned as a scholar or observer during missions involving negotiation, and rarely as a representative. While he is articulate and precise, he lacks the emotional fluency and warmth needed to inspire trust or foster compromise. His manner is formal to the point of severity, his gaze unreadable, and his words often too measured, as if weighed for truth rather than empathy. In high-stakes diplomacy, this translates to discomfort and distrust, others sense that he is withholding something, even when he's being honest. His detachment can turn tense negotiations colder, and his inability or unwillingness to engage in emotional appeals leaves him ill-suited for resolving disputes where feelings, not logic, guide decisions. Because his priorities never align with his well, Jedi, he can become very unrelatable.
Disconnected: The relentless pursuit of ancient Force knowledge, forgotten philosophies, and pre-Jedi traditions has gradually distanced him from the living structure of the Jedi Order. While his insights are respected and his scholarly work widely cited, he has become so deeply immersed in the past that he often appears indifferent or oblivious to the present needs of the Council and its missions. He shows little interest in political developments, ongoing conflicts, or the inner workings of Temple leadership. He attends Council sessions with the air of an outsider, present, but not invested.
HISTORY
Vaegon Dolmyrian was born into the veiled opulence of House Dolmyrian, an aristocratic family on the mist-shrouded world of Kaikielius, known across the Outer Rim not for their swords or ships, but for their vaults. Discreet, calculating, and vastly wealthy, the Dolmyrians had served as financiers to both Republic-aligned ventures and private sector industries for generations. Their influence was quiet, old, and absolute, woven into ancient trade compacts, secured in legacy investments, and buried beneath centuries of opaque ledgers and sealed archives. It was said that House Dolmyrian could bankrupt a system or restore it, depending on which ledger they opened.
Vaegon was the youngest of three, and from his earliest years, he moved through the marble halls of his ancestral estate like a ghost in meditation. He spoke little, studied often, and preferred the solitude of candlelit libraries to the courtly functions his family hosted for visiting diplomats and guild lords. It was not ambition that set him apart, but an eerie stillness and depth of presence that unsettled even the seasoned stewards of the House. The Force, it seemed, was not something he reached for. It simply was, around him. Within him.
When Jedi emissaries visited Kaikielius to negotiate the restoration of a collapsed trade bank, they sensed the boy's presence immediately. Vaegon, barely nine, greeted them with unnerving composure, his questions more probing than childish: "Why do Jedi not record what they destroy?" "Is forgetting the same as forgiving?" It was enough. He was taken to the Temple.
At the Jedi Temple on Coruscant, Vaegon advanced with quiet discipline. He excelled in the archives, showing a profound aptitude for dead languages, lost rituals, and the tangled lineages of Force sects that rose and fell before the Republic's formation. His lightsaber training was graceful, if distant; his diplomacy assessments, immaculate but impersonal. He was never unruly. Never arrogant. He simply seemed to exist at a remove from his peers, as though his focus stretched further backward than forward.
Upon earning the rank of Jedi Knight, and later Master, Vaegon politely refused to take on a Padawan. He cited personal pursuits: the compilation of historical Force practices, the restoration of Temple records lost during past schisms, and the mapping of obscure Force-sensitive traditions on the Outer Rim. He served the Order faithfully, yet always at the edge of its great workings, drifting along its borders like a scholar-monk in search of something the galaxy had long since forgotten.
He returns frequently to Kaikielius, spending long weeks at his family's estate in "deep meditative retreat." Several of the artifacts he has petitioned to study are restricted to only the most trusted of Masters. But to the Council, Vaegon remains a paradox wrapped in tradition: a noble-born Jedi of spotless record, a tireless archivist of the Force's many paths, and a man whose gaze seems forever fixed on something just beyond the light.