Jeran Conrad
Jul 5th, 2002, 07:42:17 PM
Entering the dark alleyway, the lone figure of a man known only as Jeran the Hunter silently stalks the dirty path. He is graceful--each step ceasing to make sound. Medium sized, he seems to be built well but not overly muscular. All that is visible is his dark cloak, sweeping around his figure gently. The hood drapes over his face, revealing the detail of the lower part of his mouth and his chin. He is truly a master on concealment.
Jeran is known throughout the core worlds as a lone vigilante of justice. Justice--not peace. He was once a Jedi Knight, following the Order to the best of his person and observing its codes of honor. The quality that separated Jeran from the rest of his colleagues was simply the fact that he had no traces of the dark side in him. He was pure--unable to be tempted, immune to the wonders of the dark side. There were others like him, Jedi who were strong willed in the light side of the Force. They were trained by similar masters and were called Redeemers. A special rank in the Order, most commoners knew nothing of these Jedi Redeemers. But other Jedi grew to respect them. Their sole task was to redeem those Dark Jedi who had embraced a shadowy path. It was a difficult role, as more often than not, those who were seduced by the dark side would not return. And then it was the Redeemer, and the Redeemer alone, who was to destroy the dark presence. All Redeemers trained vigorously with their lightsabers and studied powers of persuasion, truth, and healing. Few Redeemers were skilled in force attacks.
Jeran left the Order after one particualar incident. He and his master had pursued a lost Jedi on the planet Arschlon, a small, jungle planet similar to Dagobah. They encountered the fallen one, dueled fiercely, and then bested the dark one. He laid on the ground and pleaded for life. His master, who believed him, began to help the fallen. But as he let his guard down, the Dark Jedi struck him down. Out of anger, Jeran released a series of vicious strikes, killing the Dark Jedi without offering an alternate path. This was against the Redeemer's code. But Jeran found it to be more sastifying. He felt the threat of the dark side was not something to try to eliminate through rejoining the lost to the light. Rather, he felt that the true path to redemption was to destroy the evil.
So here he stands, scanning the scene with his watchful eyes. No intentions of offering a choice to those who pratice the dark arts.
Redemption is cleansing. Only then can a dark soul see, in the moment of death, that he has truly become clean.
Suddenly, he smelt something. He sniffed the air twice--it was the scent of the shadow. The stink of the dark side. He could not see this presence, but he could feel it. He reached to his belt and touched the hilt of his saber for comfort. Soon the Dark One's position would be revealed.
Jeran is known throughout the core worlds as a lone vigilante of justice. Justice--not peace. He was once a Jedi Knight, following the Order to the best of his person and observing its codes of honor. The quality that separated Jeran from the rest of his colleagues was simply the fact that he had no traces of the dark side in him. He was pure--unable to be tempted, immune to the wonders of the dark side. There were others like him, Jedi who were strong willed in the light side of the Force. They were trained by similar masters and were called Redeemers. A special rank in the Order, most commoners knew nothing of these Jedi Redeemers. But other Jedi grew to respect them. Their sole task was to redeem those Dark Jedi who had embraced a shadowy path. It was a difficult role, as more often than not, those who were seduced by the dark side would not return. And then it was the Redeemer, and the Redeemer alone, who was to destroy the dark presence. All Redeemers trained vigorously with their lightsabers and studied powers of persuasion, truth, and healing. Few Redeemers were skilled in force attacks.
Jeran left the Order after one particualar incident. He and his master had pursued a lost Jedi on the planet Arschlon, a small, jungle planet similar to Dagobah. They encountered the fallen one, dueled fiercely, and then bested the dark one. He laid on the ground and pleaded for life. His master, who believed him, began to help the fallen. But as he let his guard down, the Dark Jedi struck him down. Out of anger, Jeran released a series of vicious strikes, killing the Dark Jedi without offering an alternate path. This was against the Redeemer's code. But Jeran found it to be more sastifying. He felt the threat of the dark side was not something to try to eliminate through rejoining the lost to the light. Rather, he felt that the true path to redemption was to destroy the evil.
So here he stands, scanning the scene with his watchful eyes. No intentions of offering a choice to those who pratice the dark arts.
Redemption is cleansing. Only then can a dark soul see, in the moment of death, that he has truly become clean.
Suddenly, he smelt something. He sniffed the air twice--it was the scent of the shadow. The stink of the dark side. He could not see this presence, but he could feel it. He reached to his belt and touched the hilt of his saber for comfort. Soon the Dark One's position would be revealed.