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veenknight343Byleth Tes
Age: 21
Species: Human
Initiate Trials: Byleth's Initiate Trials were olden in nature yet unorthodox in application. His first trial was conducted in two stages. The first being a practical interview of the Initiates' answers to likely encounters both combative and diplomatic in accordance to the Jedi Code. Out of the fifteen students three were eliminated here. The second part of the first examine consisted of the Initiates' repeating the Jedi Code back and discerning a personal meaning behind the code. Out of the twelve Initiates left one was eliminated at this stage. The second trial was the construction of their lightsabers with kyber-crystals excavated by the Instructors. Those who did not feel the pull of the Force to a certain Kyber crystal were deemed unready by the Force. Out of the eleven Initiates left six were eliminated at this stage. The third trial was a demonstration of their strength in the Force. A massive boulder was chosen for the five Initiates to move separately. Those who managed to lift it even a little passed. Out of five left, two were eliminated at this stage. Only two Initiates went on to become Padawans after these Initiates Trials.
Physical Appearance: Byleth is a human male with curious brown eyes and vernal features. His tan skin is marked by modest freckles, accentuating the innocence that flows off his presence in the Force. He has an organized mess of neck length chestnut brown hair, a trademark strand falling below his right eye. His 5'10" height and gangling stature misleads the steely muscles beneath; his athleticism and efforts etching lines in his skin. Byleth's Jedi garments are white, fitting robes, with grey trousers tucked into black high-boots. Occasionally he wears a overlarge earthy robe and always a black tunic beneath his white robes. Byleth's mentors have commented his choice of clothing, considering them peculiar, if not oddly specific.
Skills: Naturally a analytical thinker, Byleth has a keen sense of observation of both large-scale situations and intimate skirmishes. He has been praised predominantly on his interpersonal skills. A relatively adept practitioner of Form I and III, Byleth would eventually focus on Form VI in hopes of diverging more smoothly into other forms later on. Byleth also became quite the starfighter pilot due to his dislike of entertaining others needlessly in the past, the hushed silence of the fighter and space gave plenty of time to detangle the clutter of his mind.
Force Abilities: Byleth's notable skills in the Force includes Force Freeze and Mind Trick, two skills that along with his nuance use of Force Push and Force Pull has set him apart from other Initiates.
Weaknesses: Byleth puts on a shallow facade to hide away his insecurities. He is usually withdrawn and quiet; fretting over the small details and battling a deep sense of guilt. His desire to save beings however is his greatest weakness, when presented with the immediate opportunity to help someone he becomes slightly irrational. This coupled with his empathetic heart and genuine kindness tends to get out of hand. Outside of that, his mentality of being good at a little of everything has left him a master of nothing.
Character History: Byleth was discovered and found by a Jedi Master on a unrelated mission. Taken to the temple on Coruscant he was trained under Master Yoda along with other younglings. After his Initiate Trials he was quickly picked up by a male Togruta Jedi Knight named Elda Beh. His master was man of duty, pride, and kindness. During the Clone Wars, he was deeply involved with defending the Togruta species. Typically obedient of The Council, this one time, Elda Beh disregarded his orders to provide assistance to the enslaved Togrutas of Kiros. Upon arrival Byleth and Elda Beh begun small skirmishes in the name of liberating the Togrutas. They made heavy leeway in the beginning but when retaliation on the slaves had begun to become indiscriminate and brutal, Elda Beh was hit with a titanic wave of guilt.
For a time they ceased all activity until a mysterious flux in the Force drew them to a quiet cove carved into a cliffside. There they found black-skinned humanoid whose body was whip-like, taunt and skinny, draped in a dark cloak kneeling on the cold ground. The air was so still upon entering the cove that not a fold of his cloak moved. Elda Beh spoke barely above a whisper, confidence heavy in his voice. "Stay back, Apprentice. I'll make this quick."
Byleth nodded obediently, taking several feet back as the hum of his Master's lightsaber struck the silence. The Dark Side user shifted then slowed rose to his feet, a wave nausea assaulted Byleth, churning his stomach and rattling his bones. He watched with horror as the mysterious figure ignited a red blade and pounced towards his Master. Elda Beh's attacks were unsteady from the beginning of the bout and soon, his style of attack were becoming completely unrecognizable. They grew more and more vicious and his presence in the Force was darkening the longer he fought. By the time the battle had ended, the Dark Side user was kneeling over his bloodied master, petting the Togruta's head affectionately.
Without a word, the black-skinned man conveyed a eerie sentiment to Byleth. A command; to take his Master away from the cove or they would surely regret staying. Byleth did so cautiously, the harsh trek to the cove had been made tortuous with the dead-weight of his Master on his back. With little word to anyone, only the Council, Byleth left Kiros, returning to Coruscant with a mind-addled Master. A few weeks later he found he had been stripped of Master Elda Beh and told to wait at the Temple until another Master could be found for him. Periodically he would gleam tid-bits of information about his Master. How not only his mind was being ravaged but likewise his presence in the Force. The Council and Healers held hope that they could cure his ailment. Byleth did not; they had not felt the potency of that Dark Side user, the creepy, steely machinations that had oozed off him.
Eventually his guilt urged him to become involved with the ongoing investigation, that he was at first, hesitant to assist in. His fear of this gaunt man, draped in a too-large robe of black, was palpable in the Force. And yet, oddly enough, it also became the catalyst for change. Back on Kiros, with a handful of Jedi Knights and a singular Master, Byleth found himself speaking out during the investigation. Guiding them along their path to the cove with an expectant, yet calm demeanor. A part of him wanted nothing more than to see this being again. This man with shiny black-skin and a red lightsaber. This man who had infected his Master with some Force Disease. This man who possibly had the cure.
At once, the Master staid his steps at the entrance. He wobbled slightly and mentioned a shudder in the Force. Byleth was quick to remind them of his Master's awkwardness at the beginning of the battle. "Guards up, Jedi." The Master was no slouch, certainly not foolish, and above all else, he was cautious.
It was terrifying to step back into the cove. Like stepping back into a nightmare, only this time Byleth was prepared. The gaunt Dark Sider rose to his feet and again Byleth remained a few steps behind the others, lightsaber ignited and trembling. Again that nausea echoed through him. The Jedi seemed unaffected... at first. Very quickly it became apparent that the Knights were slipping, making mistakes that led to two of their deaths. The Master was holding up well, beating back the Dark Sider until he was desperate enough to take a hostage.
Byleth was held prisoner by the glow of his bloody blade. The horrid stench on the Dark Sider assailed him with each of his panicked breath. "Let me be, Jedi! Do that and this welp livess. Move an inch. We both die." His voice was dead, coarse and quiet.
There was moment between the Master's reply, hard to detect, that he pleaded sternly, through eye contact, for Byleth to defend himself. "What are you? Sith?"
That plea calmed his mind for a second, just long enough for him to realize who and what he was. He was Byleth Tes, a Jedi Padawan, strong in the Force but weak when it mattered. When the situation required grit, he usually folded. Not this situation, he decided. It was mystical, a serene whisper in his heart but he knew it to be the Force. It showed, not with images but intent and feeling, what needed to be done.
Byleth directed his palm towards the Dark Sider and exerted. It was only a stillness that lasted a single moment but the Master had noticed it and quicker than was thought possible, acted. He sped forward, stabbing his blue lightsaber through the Dark Sider's skull. The blade sung so close to Byleth's ear that it stole that sense for several minutes.
The Master explained on the way back to Coruscant that Byleth's latent ability was both rare and powerful; Force Freeze was its name. It spoke on the soft nuance with which the Padawan used the Force. It also appeared that the Force Disease was directly tied to the skeletal Dark Sider. With his death, the remaining Knight and Master found its effects fading. That gave Byleth hope, that the eight standard-days it had taken to defeat his Master's adversary was worth it.
When he returned, that hope was dashed. The Force had been stripped of his Master, that was the last stage of the disease, an irrevocable detachment from the Force. It killed one's Midi-Chlorians, depleted them. If not for them slaying the Dark Sider, it would have eventually killed all infected. In the end Master Elda Beh was 'released' of his duties as a Jedi. That singular outcome carved Byleth inside-out for a time, he never even said his goodbyes.
He was left with a sense of guilt and a sense of deep-confusion at the irony of his growth and descent. If he had not been so obedient, if only he was a bit more assertive earlier on, maybe, perhaps, he could have saved his Master. Perhaps...
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