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Star Wars - Knights of the Last Republic

Sorry guys. Getting a post out right now.

Star Wars - Knights of the Last Republic

I don’t mind helping out in that department, Sep. It does leave a bitter feeling in the air when you visit the not so active OOC. Even if we all are interested and kicking out posts. So did anyone see that Clone Wars trailer? not gonna lie, it’s looking GOOD.

Star Wars - Knights of the Last Republic

Jedi Padawan Byleth Tes

The youths were tightly compact balls of fear in the Force. Many already being led by capable, if not lucky, Jedi already. Byleth found time to pace his thoughts and departure. He gathered what little he could gleam; the chaos, the fear, the panic. It sickened the Force. And the deaths, the deaths were tiny holes in its infinite fabric. He tried to ease the throbbing in his head, a physical manifestation of the drama playing out around him. Master Elda Beh often urged him to act on his feelings but not even his former Master had experienced such crippling confusion in the Force before.

A tiny voice and its pulling on his lower robes brought him back. Byleth blinked once, clearing his thoughts. Behind him, shaking and trembling was a human girl, a youngling with black hair and frightened brown eyes. He sensed the danger a short moment before she vocalized her warning. "Troopers behind me!"

Byleth flipped the switch on his lightsaber, its green blade hummed. "Go, Youngling. I'll hold them." She hesitantly agreed before scurrying off and once she was out of earshot, Byleth continued, "I think."

Three Clone Troopers stepped into view, far down the dim hall. Byleth took a step back before willed him to stay put for the Youngling that went ahead. He hoped that no more were behind them, cause he felt three was his limit. The first that saw him pointed. "Jedi in sight."

Byleth chuckled nervously. "Padawan actually, does that exempt me from your genocide?" He raised his lightsaber at the ready even as the Force surged within and around him. "I'm going to have to initiate," he told himself. "If I let them overwhelm me with their blaster fire, they'll mow me down." Byleth rushed them, deflecting blaster bolts in route. He reflected bolts into the rear Troopers before closing in, ducking under a blue burst, and diagonally bisecting the remaining Trooper.

Byleth stood and checked his surroundings; all clear. He fixed his robes, moving aside wayward strands of hair. "I'll survive this. I'll make sure to survive this," Byleth told himself, the Force taking the place of his exhaustion. "Gotta keep saving, keep running."

Star Wars - Knights of the Last Republic

Jedi Padawan Byleth Tes

The images in his head were too raw, too surreal. Blue blasterfire melded with the cries of Jedi he had known all his life. The once comforting sound of a lightsaber became a death-song for the fearful and determined. In all the chaos Byleth once again found himself alone, not quite afraid, but very cautious, very anxious of his surroundings. Wherever he was, there was a chill that permeated through his every pore, a scratching at the back of his neck that he couldn't reach or ignore. It drove his mind up a wall. Made him question every little detail he could peer-out.

Then they came. The echoes of heavy footfalls. The ignition of a lightsaber. The blue hue of a light source from directly behind him. Byleth wheeled around, his own green lightsaber coming to life; hopefully he would finally confront the specter of this nightmare, but, like always, he awoke in his living quarters. He was drenched in sweat, heart pounding inside. A second later however, and his expression very quickly became placid.

I hear you, I can feel you whispering. But what does it all mean?

Byleth sat up and realized that his anxiety in the Force had only intensified with his wakening. His brows furrowed as he searched for his garments; finding them beneath his lightsaber hilt and utility belt.

Odd...

A moment after dressing and attaching his accessories had placed Byleth outside of his room. He strode down the halls aimlessly, worried by the festering dread growing in the Force. He realized with a student's eye that that dread wasn't very loud. Instead it was a thin, wispy sound that would be heard only by those actively listening for it. Not a second after that realization, alarms were occupying the usually docile halls of the temple. The noise drew all manner of residents from their quarters. These various sentient species looked to one another and a quick-read of the Force told him that many of them were confused, others more annoyed than guarded.

Byleth picked up the pace, heading from out the obscuring temple walls and onto one the outcroppings that would provide a view of the impossibly busy Coruscanty scenery. He needn't go too far for an explanation though. A bald, stern-looking Jedi ran up to him, his robes and parts of his skin marred by scorch marks. "Wrong way, Padawan. You want to go deeper, follow me."

Byleth nodded in agreement as the Knight briskly explained the legion of Clone Troopers sacking the Temple. The Knight had been charged with gathering Younglings and leading them to a safe location. "Do not worry, Padawan, we will not let this get out of hand!" he said through gritted teeth.

The man paused in his hurried steps then suddenly ignited his yellow saber, two bolts were deflected at great speeds. "Keep moving Padawan, gather up any Younglings you find and delve deeper into the Temple!"

A bolt flew past his face but he kept his calm, only ducking slightly. "Yes sir," he barked over the conflict.

Unclipping his lightsaber from his belt, Byleth dashed down the halls of the Temple searching, with help from the Force, for young survivors.

Star Wars - Knights of the Last Republic

Padawan Byleth Tes

Byleth 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.

Lightsaber (Green Crystal)

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...

Star Wars - Knights of the Last Republic

@Sep

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.

@Renny

So this is the conclusion to Byleth’s interaction with the Dark Side wanderer. I like it. the story came easy enough and I was actually kinda surprised. Hopefully, it satisfies your critiques from earlier.

Star Wars - Knights of the Last Republic

@Sep Well I didn't realize that would affect my chances of joining the Rp. The Dark Side user is kept ambiguous specifically because I believed it would enrich Byleth's character simply by experiencing the macabre and unknown of the Dark Side as well as the brutality of the Clone Wars. I know I used 'angst' sardonically but It wasn't meant to imply that I wasn't taking the character seriously. Of course I put a lot of thought into Byleth and his future developments. If you'd like I could attempt to expand on the Dark Side user but it might not seem as organic or genuine as the rest of his profile.

As for the 101 plausible reasons, I simply didn't consider them as I explored his story in my mental before writing it down.

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@Sep Honestly the Dark Side wanderer serves little purpose to Byleth's overarching plot. His real purpose was to get Elda Beh out of the picture and Byleth to the temple. But he ended up providing some "angst" for young Tes as well. Internally, the Dark Side wanderer will probably play a minor role. Externally, unless you wanted to use him or something, I wasn't expecting him to make another appearance.

Also the illness on Elda Beh was an experiment by the Dark Side wanderer.

Star Wars - Knights of the Last Republic

Padawan Byleth Tes

Byleth 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.

Lightsaber (Green Crystal)

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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Kiyoshi the Wolfish

KIYOSHI 淳

"I'm tired of feeling like the failure, if ever I get the chance I'll become the victor!"

Personal Dossier

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_Name

Hyuuga Kiyoshi

_Age

12

_Rank

Academy Student

_Origin

Konohagakure

_{Chakra Nature}

Water
Fire

Characterization

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_{Physical Description}

Kiyoshi stands at a deceiving-height of 4'11". Deceiving is a fine, descriptor for the youth overall. In his juvenile eyes lurks a terrible hunger, one that darkens the cobalt blue spheres on his cherub face. A deep white scar runs from the right corner of his mouth to his right ear. His peach hair, thorny and thick, falls down below his shoulders and is parted on the right side. He values little but his appearance tends to provoke emotions regardless of the intent behind it.

_Personality

Kiyoshi festers an unhealthy obsession with strength and recognition. The dynamics of his family bringing about and fueling his undesirable disposition. An unpleasant youth, he's entirely arrogant and short-tempered with most people. Like most ninja born into the Hyuuga Clan he was brought up with an immense amount of pride, however growing up subservient to the Main Branch also instilled a hunger in the boy. One that sets aside what a youth might consider normal; friendship and hobbies. Above all else though, Kiyoshi has a ferocious desire for recognition, one that spawns from a fragile ego.

_{Personal History}

Kiyoshi Hyuuga was born to Isaribi Hyuuga as the illegitimate child to the clan head. Known but barely acknowledge he lived a rather frustrating existence knowing, all at once, what could be and what was. The truth, that he would hardly amount to anything, despite the "mighty" blood flowing in his veins infuriated him. His mother was insistent that he be prideful of his heritage, never meek because of the circumstances of his birth. Side Branch members were indifferent, straddling the line of ignorance. It was the Main Branch members that despised his existence. Whether they were under the influence of the clan Leader or not was irrelevant. Kiyoshi Hyuuga had felt the need for recognition deeply.

Most of his life repeated a mind-numbing, aggravating sequence. He strove for recognition from the one man who sought only to ignore his existence. In doing this he found a place to spy on the children of the Main Branch training. In all his months, he was so proficient with his Byakugan that none ever discovered his shadow practices. He learned the nuance training of the Gentle Fist through observing the Main Branch, techniques that took them months to master, had taken him little-more than a week.

Later he learned that he was likewise being observed by his soon-to-be mentor, Hanzo Hyuuga. A friend of his father, Hanzo held a personal stake in Kiyoshi's development. So he began to point out his mistakes and strengths. The positioning of his fingers, the horrible habit of tensing before striking, the flow of chakra upon impact. He would constantly state, "Gentle, Kiyoshi...gentle." Without Hanzo's instruction, Kiyoshi would have held on to flawed sequences and never known his greatness gift; the clarity of his sight. His Byakugan was considered by many to be phenomenal. Hanzo stated several times that his Byakugan was powerful, couple that with the quiet nuance of his chakra and it was difficult to pinpoint a definitive end for his growth.

Upon entering the Academy it was quickly established that Hanzo wasn't the only one to hold that belief. Truth was, Kiyoshi believed the stigma of his birth didn't exist outside the clan. For him the Academy was a clean slate, a path ahead in both the Hyuuga clan and the shinobi world and that realization spurred his ambition. He sought strength and knowledge, putting aside any need for attachments. Not that he didn't want them, the feelings just never reached the surface. So he trudged through the Academy with what he had known, a concoction of resentment, anger, and ill-deserved hubris.

_{Character Development & Conceptualization}

Kiyoshi was the reincarnation of a original character I made for the RP. It just so happen that the strictness of the original clan I made coincided with the Hyuuga Clan. From there it was just a matter of straightening out a couple of discrepancies. From his clan name-- to mowing down and correcting the relationship between the known Hyuuga Clan and the fictitious that I made up. At his core Kiyoshi is fragile, though his wants and his driving ambitions masks it. Eventually I'm hoping to uncover the truth of his birth and have his emotional turmoil provide some interesting development within himself and the other players.

Attributes

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_{Character Focus & Skillset}

Byakugan: Noted to be particularly powerful, Kiyoshi first awakened his Byakugan at the age of two. His mother often said that nothing he wanted was ever hidden from him. By the time he completed his training with Hanzo, he was capable of seeing targets forty meters away. Honed through specialized training with Hanzo, his Byakugan has been compared by many to the elites of the Hyuuga clan. With his Byakugan activated, Kiyoshi has a near 360° penetrative field of vision. It allows him to see the chakra-pathways and their respective tenketsu.

Gentle Fist: Through his training with Hanzo and his own natural gifts, Kiyoshi became a rather prodigious user of the Gentle Fist. His accuracy belies his actual lack-of-control when it comes to his application of chakra during impact. Still, his speed and reflexes are exceptional even for a member of the Hyuuga clan. His one weakness within the Gentle Fist art is his lack of chakra control, which often undermines the intent of his strikes.

Chakra & Physical Prowess: In concerns to his physicality, Kiyoshi still has plenty of room to grow. His strength is less-than average though his reflexes, agility, and flexibility tends to compensate for this. Few things are more evident than the scrawny figure he makes within the folds of his robe. The skill at which he employs his chakra is also lacking. His control is both evident in his ability to use the Gentle Fist and disconcerting due to both the destructive and counteractive results of his strikes.

Jutsu List

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_{S Rank}

N/A

_{A Rank}

N/A

_{B Rank}

N/A

_{C Rank}

Eight Trigrams Sixteen Palms
Gentle Fist Art One Blow Body

_{D Rank}

Body Flicker Technique

_{E Rank}

Academy Techniques