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The Man lost to The Ages
(Image by Tyler Ryan)
NAME
"Wolffe"
FACTION
Unaligned (Jensaarai)
RANK
Saarai Kaar, "Keeper of the Truth"
SPECIES
Kiffar
AGE
Physical: 47
Existing: 919 Years.
(Birth year: 57 BBY)
SEX
Male
HEIGHT
6'4
WEIGHT
205 Pounds (93 Kg)
EYES
While lacking his suit of Jensaarai Armor he beckons gentle green eyes akin to Emeralds. Few times, however, it would seem his eyes may strain to a yellow discoloration depending entirely upon his connections of either the Light or the Dark sides.
HAIR
While lacking his suit of Jensaarai Armor he has hair that seems to be slightly ashen in small patches sort of like vines trying to suck the soul out of his thick brown hair that seems kept in thick, burly dreads.
SKIN: And just as the other two categories, the skin color might not be apparent depending on attire.
FORCE SENSITIVE
The man seems to be frankly quite attuned to the streams of the Force that surround everything in the galaxy; Beckoning from streams which may renew, and streams which may cause uncanny destruction as the galaxy befits a sense of balance and order.
(Image by Tyler Ryan)
NAME
"Wolffe"
FACTION
Unaligned (Jensaarai)
RANK
Saarai Kaar, "Keeper of the Truth"
SPECIES
Kiffar
AGE
Physical: 47
Existing: 919 Years.
(Birth year: 57 BBY)
SEX
Male
HEIGHT
6'4
WEIGHT
205 Pounds (93 Kg)
EYES
While lacking his suit of Jensaarai Armor he beckons gentle green eyes akin to Emeralds. Few times, however, it would seem his eyes may strain to a yellow discoloration depending entirely upon his connections of either the Light or the Dark sides.
HAIR
While lacking his suit of Jensaarai Armor he has hair that seems to be slightly ashen in small patches sort of like vines trying to suck the soul out of his thick brown hair that seems kept in thick, burly dreads.
SKIN: And just as the other two categories, the skin color might not be apparent depending on attire.
FORCE SENSITIVE
The man seems to be frankly quite attuned to the streams of the Force that surround everything in the galaxy; Beckoning from streams which may renew, and streams which may cause uncanny destruction as the galaxy befits a sense of balance and order.
BIOGRAPHY:
Describe your character's backstory up to the point you started RPing him/her. Be sure to update this section as the role-play continues.
SHIP:
PTB-625 Planetary Bomber from the Republic - Owned since 7 B.B.Y, the ship lies dormant and in disrepair in his very own Tomb which he now may call home. To the detriment of his own being sadly this ship will no longer take him to new lands befit of his time and where he may attempt to restore himself when he now has failed at restoring his people - at restoring his civilization. The ship had been retrofitted to have a small hyperdrive in a Class-1 configuration allowing it to move at sub-reasonable speeds when all advancements in technology are considered to be in placement; Both main cannons are defunct and harken back to Clone Wars technical specifications where medium-turbo lasers were installed on heavy strike craft to deal with C.I.S. ships during the Great War. The Engines, they operate only barely with the lack of fuel to power their systems and the bomb bay seems jammed shut with a lack of live ordinances to drop from the Planetary Bomber that sits embellished in soot and sand from nearly a Millenia of resting in the dry, preserving air of which he was entombed.
KILLS:
Not Applicable.
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
Not Applicable.
Weaknesses
| The man seems quite stubborn and set in his principles of life. |
| Set in his mind of stone he seems quite reclusive when it comes to a bond of humanity between himself and others. |
| Emotion seems to exist only as a foreign concept to this man who prefers wisdom over brawn. |
Strengths
| Sith Magic (Various) / Sith Alchemy (Various) |
| Dark abilities (Various) / Light Abilities (Various) |
| Ancient History and Oratory speech (Exiles --> Clone Wars; major historical events primarily.) |
| Psychometric feats with enough concentration and effort. |
Appearance and Equipment
(Image by Tyler Ryan)
(Unknown original source)
Frankly, rare times will the man be bereft of his now considered Ancient and Archaic Jensaarai garment of various runic inscriptions and heavy plates of Plasteel that put an oddly imposing manner of authority to his already large and quite broad-standing frame. Long ago perhaps he wore the pelt of a Renan Blood Wolf, but that time it was no longer fit for the length of time which he had lived and which he had lie preserved in his own stasis of the mind and body - Remaining from his old glory was armor that had seen the true brutality of warfare that had been plastered with gouges and various slashes, punctures, and one another in regalia of suffering. He donned an Armorweave cloak that was woven in an odd diamond fashion however, with multiple diamond-shaped objects pointing downward and cascading upwards along the length of armored cloth.
His mask was odd however for what was known as a Saarai Kaar who as tradition bespoke would wear a mask that was an exact replica of their own persona. This was not a case when it came to the now known Saarai-Kaair however - His mask didn't represent himself. It didn't represent his own name even - it represented a Wolf with horns carved with various ornate scriptures in the ancient Sith language which came naturally as the fact he was covered in various runes of Sith origin and ancient Jed'aai, for that matter.
To many which it may concern, it seems that the survival of his Armor over what must be his entire life would soon come to a realization that his armor was "attuned" to him almost like it was apart of him in various ways. It was rich in the Force when it was worn and seemed far more durable than what it should normally be for that material.
(For reference, Plasteel becomes similar in stat to Beskar'gam of a Mandalorian Warrior, or a Cortosis weave that a Sith or Jedi would wear when he wears this specific Alchemically attuned set of garments.)
Equipment
| Two Sabers would be found amongst the man's various kit quite unironically; One was larger and seemed to have a flat guard akin to a Broadsaber - one which emitted a flat and much wider blade than that of a standard lightsaber, but the peculiar part of it was not that it was a normal Broadsaber, but it was twin-edged and cut on both sides. It was a Glaive, not just a simple Broadsaber, which in the blatant entirety of the word means this man is either a fool or a master, but it harkens the fact which a man who wields both a Glaive and a Saber mayhaps not be a fool when he has found ways to live from now considered ancient history to modernity. When his Glaive is active it seems to protrude a blade roughly three-feet long from each emitter on both ends totaling to roughly eight feet of coverage with the hilt alone being quite easily two feet long from one emitter to the other emitter. The Glaive crackled and thrummed with a heavy intensity from two crystals which were lacking a standard color for many Force Sensitives. Red mayhaps for a fully-fledged dark sider, or maybe some bright color for that of the other - but the Jensaarai seemed to press a color in the middle. Orange. Both blades emit a gentle orange glow while ignited and seemed to produce quite an odd blade stability - the blade would stay firm quite obvious, but ti would seem enveloped in a shroud of crackling energy: Both kyber crystals were cracked and damaged but produced enough power to be a very lethal weapon indeed. |
(Source image removed, Saberstaff with two longsword-like blades.)
| The other blade was nowhere near as remarkable, it was a heavy handled blade with a set of "prong-like" from the crossguard and joined upwards into the emitter, causing a single blade with two smaller blades intersecting with the full column, and two hanging from the sides to catch blades or some other various combatants item - Orange as well, this one did not crackle like the large Glaive-like weapon. |
(Image by Jakkal Designs)
Biography
A fickle order used to exist predating the Clone Wars/The Great War known as the Jensaarai, an order which believed for the strictest belief of Justice to all and justice to none, a believe in which that all Order was bent around the Force and which that the Force chose its fates for all and that not one fate could be pressed free of its existence by any mortal or any god by the true will of the streams of the Force. They followed a pretense of order which came down from a far more ancient entity in quite simple terms: The Exiles, those such as Freedon Nad, Exar Kun, and many other Dark-Side staples that truly founded the Dark Orders of the Sith and the various lines of succession and their original intentions that lead bereft of the same peaceful principles of that of the ancient Je’daai but that of a Protector. Greed and Power were not what the Jensaarai took of the ancient Exiles but what they took was Power to Save and power to Judge - Judgement of equality always lead to use of Power for Peace and Justice for Tranquility rather than a more peaceful and subservient approach in which the Jedi Orders have always preached for the length of their long and drawn out existences.
This order of Jensaarai that existed as an off-shot branch was founded on the planet of Thearterra in the outer reaches of the Galaxy where they could thrive in peace practicing their ways; But, in a simplified manner of the man's long and convoluted story we must explain what his role on this world was, and saying it bluntly: It was not much. From any source of information that you may attempt to find on the man who once lied Entombed it would be quite a predicament in which you may see that he was nothing much more than a mere “knight” as the order would have justly instated him at the time of a great Cleansing from the Jedi Order itself. Jensaarai Cells all along the galaxy was being purged in secret, and his cell was not safe either once it was labeled as a “Dark Side” Cult when the Jensaarai were found to practice sith Alchemy as a tradition for breaking in their students and disciples. The Alchemy was a process known as Attunement where all Disciples would be trained in how to use the Force to “Attune” their armor to themself by using their connections to the force and a vast array of herbs and other ingredients to strengthen their pieces of equipment until they were capable enough of a Defense. Their combatant belief was to Defend and lack an Offensive unless it was a requirement to save the lives of their people or those who needed to be protected with Justice going both ways when it came to such a case; but as we try our best to explain a frankly convoluted narrative we must go to the Cleansing and what befits the man of such an odd, sage-like caliber.
Jedi during the year 37 B.b.y were sent on a vast scouting mission when reports of “dark side” cults had begun spreading through the informative grape-vine of the Jedi’s networks and on Thearterra: Life was prosperous, but life was soon to become a coffin of pain and death rather than the lush gardens of life and peace which they had once known, For a world which was plagued by heat and destruction far out in a land thought unknown they managed and made quite surprising structures in the many various caverns and mountains which lacked a volcanic incident to train, grow crops, and support their small community in a land which shouldn’t offer an instance of hospitality to those who lived there. Being a world in Chiss lands, they were already under quite generous scrutiny living on a world which was not populated but was still possessed by an empire that did not like the thought of having outsiders in their borders when so long from whence they lost contact with the Republic during the ages of the hyperspace wars and so long prospered - now had people of unknown loyalty in their lands on one of their most inhospitable worlds living in what was some very harsh prosperity.
The Cleansing soon occurred when the Jedi landed knights of their own on the world and began a slaughter, a sort of “Crusade” which killed children, Jensaarai warriors which fought back, and the elders who kept the various lore of history - aside from a few who hid and managed to escape into the caves of Theaterra - everyone was dead. Temples were destroyed, habitats were crushed with explosives and sealed into the mountains, and various relics that had been made were destroyed left to lie in a world that even the strictest of believers of Fate could not escape, aside from a man named Wolffe, the elder Saarai-kaar, and a small contingent of younglings.
Wolffe’s story became one of tradition left to burn, a tradition he had to take over. He had to train harder than ever listening to the wisdom of the old Saarai-kaar to keep the wisdom that she had known to live long into the future, and which could change long ahead if Wolffe had not kept a contingency in place. Their refuge moved to the world of Rena where they could train the younglings and initiate the new Traditions to make the Younglings stronger than any were before - Tribalistic as it may have been, Wolffe and the new warriors all were put through the strain of the Jungles, Forests, and depths of the caves through survival ‘games’ that lead to the death of some younglings, the creation of stronger warriors, and who would become the true Saarai-kaar in wake of the elder's death. From Thirty-six b.b.y. To seventeen b.b.y they lived on Rena in seclusion and it was time. The Jensaarai were nothing when it remained of his cell, Warriors split to join the largest communes of their life with Wolffe becoming a keeper of the Truth - which he spread to various worlds in the system, but none gave way to starting a new life - and with the Purges occurring, so much pain and destruction in the Force he himself found it was futile. It was Futile to make when the Force chose the Fate which to Destroy, and by 3 B.B.Y he was back on Theaterra, marking his footsteps through the ash of the volcanic rock remembering what was, what was taken, and what he had failed to do. He lowered himself down into a vast cavern where one Temple had remained and he sealed himself away with what he lasted with - a way off the world if he was awoken, perhaps enough to fight if his Hunters had found him, and his remaining will to lie. Here, in this Temple was where he would end up lying in a dark room suspended in the air above an altar barely alive - his body was in a form of stasis for which he would never awaken unless something were to awaken him, and here is where he would lie for eight hundred years, suspended, dead, and very much so alive.
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