In-Character Information
Character Name: Derwind
Character picture: n/a
Age: 356 years old
General Appearance: Feeorin, scar over right eye, one head tendril missing(dismembered in war), dark green skin colour, red eye's.
Biography: A feirce Feeorin, Derwind grew up in the backwaters of Taris as a child. From what he could remember of his childhood, there was a hero on Taris who stood up for the Alien refugee's. He appeared to run with a Jedi, a Wookie, a Soldier and a Twi'lek. He remembered cheering them on as they spread a wave of hope through the city. Often he would dream of joining them. But all they were, were but dreams.
Then the unthinkable happened. Waves and waves of blasts showering from the sky. Choas, anarchy. Hell was not enough to describe it. He could remember his mother crying as Father's flesh lay scorching on the ground. Mother, rushed to keep him safe, taking him underground where the Rak'ghouls dwell.
They seized the opportunity to join a band of people who knew a paradise, a safe haven, they called it "the promise land". But they were late, many of the Outcast had already taken this journey. They depended on this small band of people to find the path that the original group had taken.
Mother kept him safe along the journey, singing him lullabies to sleep, giving him the only food she had. But mother became sick. And on Derwinds 13th birthday, she could no longer go on, she begged him to go on and gave him a final farewell as she kissed him on the forehead. All Derwind could do to stop the pain was cry but he had to move on. He gave his mother a proper burial and said a few words of thanks.
Looking back to the party, his eye's were hollow, empty, his eye's were dead. The Derwind that used to be was buried with his mother, this other person was completely new.
Slowly, the other members weakened. Succumbing to the same sickness as his mother. Derwind was alone. But fear, anger, hatred, sadness.....those were emotions that he no longer had. Direction less, empty of passions, void of any expression. He spent 30 years walking in the darkness, fighting off any beasts lurking in the shadows.
Then one day, there was an escape. An exit, which looked like an old unused sewer drainage. He made it on to the untamed surface world of Taris. The sky a visible greyish-blue. Fresh food and water, he no longer had to eat infested meats of the wild beasts in the undercity.
He lived here in the open in relative peace for 5 years. Than two strange individuals came up to him. Dressed very elegantly, with an air of grace about them. They introduced themselves and asked kindly for some food. Derwind, appreciating some company, gave them the food they sought. After a while, they introduced themselves as Jedi, who were investigating the ruins of Taris.
They could see the void filling Derwind, consuming his thoughts and eating away at his life. They also noticed a huge amount of force sensitivity. They convinced Derwind to come back with them to see there council.
They made there way back to Tython, where the council was awaiting Derwind. After a long debate, they decided to train Derwind in the ways of the force. As Derwind went through the trails and learned the ways of the Jedi, he had a natural ability to manipulate, mold and bend the force to his wishes. Talented he was given the title of Consular.
Still, this didn't help ease the void in Derwinds heart and his masters were fearful he would fall to the darkside. Then he met a human knight named Jenera Seelex. Fierce and passionate, exuberant with life. He fell deeply in love with her. Everything about made his heart skip many beats. He became close with her, as did she with him.
This was heavily frowned upon, anger swept Derwind for the first time in 40 years. Overwhelming Hate coursed through his veins. The Jedi forcing there agenda on to him, these archaic rules and regulations. They were arrogant and tyrannical. This infuriated him, to the tipping point.
He mentioned this to Jenera and he explained how they should revolt and rule the council. Yet, she didn't respond the way he expected. She had an extremely pained expression, something he couldn't understand. She was crying, why? Then he thought, she was one of them, she was like all of them. Stubborn, uncompromising buffoons. She betrayed him. His love betrayed him for the Jedi....
Jenera quickly composed herself. She was a master level Jedi Knight, she wasn't about to let her emotions carry her again. She released her blue reverse grip light sabers. Derwind, face contorted, released his single green blade. He would not suffer pain again, he would be weakened for the last time.
Clashing, they fought fiercely, Derwind levitating many boulders of rock, flinging it towards her body. One after the other, she was cutting them down. Slashing towards his face, Derwind blocking just in time, only scarring his right eye. This clashing went on for half an hour.
Just then Jenera slammed him to the ground, and lay on top of him pinning him to the ground. Tears began to flow onto Derwinds chest, she couldn't kill him. Her body wouldn't let her.
Jenera: "Why, why would you go this far. I have my duty, I cannot betray the Republic, I cannot betray the Jedi"
Derwind: "I...kill me...I cannot bear to lose you, I haven't felt emotion for as long as I can remember. You brought that back into my life. You brought life back into my soul. I cannot live, knowing that I have to give this all up....please kill me.."
Jenera leans over and kisses him.
Jenera: "Know this, no matter where we are or how we live, this love, what we have, cannot be taken away. This is something that will last forever"
They go to the council to explain all of this and the council convenes to figure out a punishment for Derwinds actions. They come to a verdict that Derwind will lose his rank and harshest of all, he would not be able to communicate with Jenera as they were moving him from Tython to Datoine.
For a few years Derwind worked hard to receive his full rank again. He was 65 now and this would make Jenera 43. Twenty full years had passed since he last saw Jenera.
Many things had changed since then. He was would be considered Master Consular and achieve the special rank of Shadow. He was much calmer and wiser now.
He would see Jenera again but they had already moved passed the point of the passion they had in there past life, they loved each other but the love was much more mature & level-headed love. It was a love, where only they could detect and someone that didn't know them well enough would think it was just a show of mutual respect.
Years would go by and Derwind would grow gracefully, presently nearing the ripe old age of 357, Jenera is long dead now but her essence resonates throughout his body. Her warm, gentle life channeling through his force. Jenera's life filled that void in Derwinds heart, the fierce exuberant passion reflects now in his eyes. This is Derwind, the Consular Shadow.
Out-of-character information:
Real Name: Moe
Real Age: 21
Location: Ottawa, Canada(but hometown is Toronto, Ontario)
General times of activity: not really sure at the moment, school dominates my time right now. I can do weekends and evenings though but even then it might be sporadic.
Talents/strong points: Quick thinker, team player, listener.
Weak points: Sometimes gets carried away, I'm not quite sure, I've never thought about this before.
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