Ka Tarvitz

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Ka Tarvitz
Biographical Information
Homeworld:	N/A. Alderaanian by blood
Date of Birth:	33 (Born 1 ABY)
Date of Death:	N/A
Physical Description
Species:	Human
Gender:	Male
Height:	1.9M
Weight:	107 kg
Hair:	Dark grey, shoulder length
Eyes:	Blue
Cybernetics:	N/A
Personal Information
Mother:	Kallista Tarvitz
Father:	Raymus Tarvitz
Known Children:	N/A
Spouse(s):	N/A
Lightsaber Color(s):	Green Armory Lightsaber
Lightsaber Form(s):	Form 0
Weapon(s):	Gladius Short Sword, T-6 heavy blaster pistol
Fighting Style(s):	Wrruushi
Chronology & Political Information
Profession:	Jedi
Position:	Neophyte
Affiliation:	Clan Odan-Urr
Personal Ship:	N/A
Known masters:	Savant Edgar Drachen
Known apprentices:	N/A
Dossier:	4751
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Ka Tarvitz is a Human male descendant of Alderaanian survivors and a recent addition to the Dark Jedi Brotherhood. Having previously made his living salvaging anything of worth from forgotten battlefields, a chance encounter permitted him to realise the full potential of his connection to the Force, and aligned himself with the Jedi. While far older than many recruits, Tarvitz has nevertheless striven to to prove his worth to the Order and earn his place as a Knight among them.

Character History

Early Life (1 ABY - 15 ABY)

Tarvitz had the misfortune to bear the right name at the wrong time. Born a scant year after Alderaan's destruction, his parents had been commercial traders in the Confederated Suns group, guiding a small fleet of vessels across the Core Worlds. Escaping annihilation only thanks to making trade agreements with [[starwars:Bespin|Bespin] at the time of the attack, his family had emerged from the atrocity alive but all but broken, with their fortunes and influence on Alderaan now meaning nothing. Gradually pushed away from the more prosperous trading regions by fierce competition, their once proud fleet dwindled until they were left with a single freighter and a few loyal employees.

Fighting to claw back some degree of success, Tarvitz’s earliest memories are of his parents guiding the vessel between the Mid Rim and Outer Rim worlds. Trapped on the ship for much of his childhood, he could only watch as their increasingly desperate efforts led them first to smuggling and then later to raiding forgotten battlefields of the Clone Wars; salvaging weapons and securing vital system components of ages old warships for criminal warlords. While such ventures were often risky bordering on suicidal, it was enough to ensure they remained flying for a little while longer.

As their new lifestyle was unable to offer him anything more than a basic education, Tarvitz developed a constant itch for new knowledge. Often obsessing over their new finds, while he displayed no signs of direct comprehension of their intricate inner workings, there were occasional flashes of brilliance. Acting seemingly out of instinct, he would uncover faulty or damaged components, or even indicate suggestions on how a salvaged component might be better repaired. Despite this, he displayed no true skill or capacity to excel at mechanical engineering, causing the crew to view him as something of a good luck charm than a true prodigy. Instead, Tarvitz’s personal obsessions focused more upon the history behind the vessels they raided, from the creation of their classes to the destruction of whatever derelict they were pillaging at the time.

Salvage Career (16 ABY - 33 ABY)

Becoming increasingly frustrated at being little more than dead weight to the overburdened crew, Tarvitz requested that he be permitted to join the crewmen securing each vessel. While initially denied, his persistence in this matter and their constant knife-edge struggle between success and complete bankruptcy eventually pushed his parents into accepting his offer. Thankfully, whatever his failings were when it came to understanding the finer points of a vessel’s security systems, Tarvitz more than made up for it with his ability to overcome them.

Often spending hours at a time examining detailed ship schematics and information, Tarvitz was often able to recommend alternate routes past the riskiest areas or point out the most viable locations for booby traps. While lacking experience, the same constant background itch in his head or instinctive hint of danger continually served him well; sometimes warning him of traps moments before they were sprung upon him, others leading him to hidden caches other scavengers had missed whilst stripping a vessel to its bones. Whatever its effectiveness, it was not a wholly reliable skill however, and more than once they still stumbled into well placed traps despite all precautions. One such failure would cost Tarvitz his left eye after tripping a security system on a CIS frigate, and several ambushes by battle droids encouraged him to learn how to wield a blade and blaster.

As time wore on and the crew managed to rebuild their forces enough to own a second armed freighter, Tarvitz began planning more ambitious hauls. Rather than merely hitting targets, stealing a few valuable components and fleeing, his plans focused more upon completely strip mining the derelicts of anything of worth. Ignoring smaller if more manageable prizes in favour of long term operations, they focused upon derelict cruisers or larger space stations. Tarvitz and any armed crewmen would move in first, sweep the entire ship for anything potentially dangerous, and then secure it for their engineers. While these larger scale operations meant they were under constant threat of being attacked by local militia groups or Imperial patrols, the profit of each haul more than justified the risks.

While several such expeditions were cut short, the windfall on those which succeeded was enough to ensure their financial stability once more. Gradually expanding their influence further, the Confederated Suns was gradually reborn, and were rewarded with a minor reputation for pulling off seemingly impossible salvage operations. While many among them felt that this was the best they could hope for, Tarvitz could not share in their jubilation. Having so often heard of his homeworld's lost beauty, and the success they had found in the Core Worlds, he had always viewed what they had achieved here as a stepping stone towards something bigger.

The Brotherhood (34 ABY)

Over the course of 34 ABY, Tarvitz’s dissatisfaction was becoming evident. Even being granted a place on one of their newer vessels, and sent to uncover rumours of new finds among distant stars, did little to improve his mood. Having become tired of visiting barren wastes such as Tatooine, fighting off criminals and scavengers alike to ensure their future, the desire for a greater purpose in the galaxy was clawing at him. He hungered to see the worlds so often spoken of by the others, or even to understand the constant background itch which warned him of threats and gave him an edge during times of danger. As often as the crew had called it sheer luck, Tarvitz knew “luck” did not offer the kind of unbidden gut warning him against threats moments before they appeared.

It was then that he began to hear rumours of nightmares. From passing vessels and distant communications, Tarvitz heard voices speaking of a world put to the flame. Bombarded from orbit until its oceans boiled and the landmasses were reduced to glass, annihilated at the command of one man, it had supposedly been rendered uninhabitable in a matter of hours. The world’s name had been New Tython, and as Tarvitz heard more of the impending conflict, he could not help but think of what had befallen Alderaan at the hands of the Empire. Yet in that bloody war, the Death Star had been annihilated before it could lay waste to more than a single world. Who was to stop this one?

Upon hearing rumours of a force resisting this threat, Tarvitz sought them out, desiring to help however he could. When the vessel returned to the Confederated Suns’ fleet, Tarvitz was not on it, and only brought word that he had “found his place in the galaxy, at last.”

Physical Description

Tall, heavily built and with his fair share of old wounds, Tarvitz is an imposing figure at the best of times. Sporting a determined if world weary stare, his weather-beaten skin reflects a hard life of having traveled under countless alien suns, matched by his fading shoulder length hair. It is obvious from a glance that Tarvitz has led a hard life, but a seasoned warrior can quickly tell that he lacks the innate experience of a veteran soldier thanks to how he carries himself.

Adorning the upper left of his brow and encompassing his eye socket, the pale blue glow of a dark metal cybernetic eye clashes against his dark green organic right eye. Around its edges, the old scars of shrapnel wounds and burned tissue can still be seen, clashing against his proud features.

It is rare to see Tarvitz out of his armour, even during passive moments such as personal meditation or personal meetings. Preferring its bulk and weight over standard clothing, he only discards it during ceremonial duties or formal gatherings, and even then favours a practical attire over more stylised robes.

Gear & Weapons

Much of Tarvitz’s gear and equipment has been salvaged from past wrecks or bartered from traders on the Outer Rim. While often well used, each has proven to be extremely reliable in the past, and served him well during a multitude of boarding actions against derelict vessels.

The most obvious among these is the suit of armour he wears: a heavily modified and decorated set of Phase II clone paratrooper armour taken from a Rebublic warship. While stripped of its more heavily damaged or high maintenance systems - notably its jetpack - Tarvitz had it upgraded several times to better perform in combat during a possible hull breach and reinforced its forwards plating. While the helmet and several key features mean it can be easily identified, the dark purple colours and ivory trim disguise its practical build, and many mistake it as ceremonial armour at first glance. Several pouches at its belt store a datapad, medikit and com-link, as well as a small medpac.

Similarly to the armour, the gladius Tarvitz keeps at his side was one retrieved during a particularly profitable salvage run, and found on an ancient warship bereft of any name. Despite its ornate design, Tarvitz found that its short length and angular head was perfect for combatting a foe in the tight confines of an airlock or ship corridor. While the blade has been reforged several times thanks to damage in combat, its ability to be easily slid between the armoured plates of a foe or the reinforced shell of a battle droid has made it invaluable to him. Combined with the sheer stopping power of his T-6 pistol, Tarvitz has found that the simplest combinations tend to be the most reliable ones.

Last on the list, and the most recent edition to his arsenal, the green bladed Armory Lightsaber gifted to him upon joining the Order is a weapon he has yet to fully familiarise himself with. Without the gladius’ weight he has yet to truly appreciate the weapon, and while he respects its versatility, he knows it will be some time before he can truly adjust to using it.