Gherron Dragovalor
Space dad
All across Alderaan, the world looked beautiful in the radiance of the sun. It was unfortunate that at the current moment, there were some people who had no care for beauty. One of those people, oddly enough, happened to be Jedi Knight Gherron Vael. Deep in the mountains, loud crashing noises followed each other, accompanying whoops of pure joy. In the middle of a massive pile of rubble, Gherron sat there, sending waves of force into the rocks, demolishing them more each time. As for his face, it would be hard to recognize him, as his facial hair had grown out scarily ragged, a stark contrast to his usually clean-shaven or stubble appearance. His eyes were bloodshot, and a tiny spark of insanity could be seen through him. His normally bright force signature would seem muddled, as if covered by a layer of darkness. For the moment, his mind was completely lost.
[member="Alexandra Lianne Feanor"]
[member="Alexandra Lianne Feanor"]