Jovian Grey

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Jovian Grey
Biographical Information
Physical Description
Species:

Twi'lek

Gender:

Male

Height:

1.9m

Weight:

220lbs

Hair:

None

Eyes:

Red Iris

Cybernetics:

None

Personal Information
Lightsaber Color(s):

Purple

Fighting Style(s):

Wrruushi

Chronology & Political Information
Profession:

None

Affiliation:

Clan Odan-Urr

Known masters:

Yuki Suoh

Dossier:

16853

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Jovian Grey is an Odanite padawan.

Character History

Jovian's striking appearance only reveals a fraction of his extraordinary life; his body tells a story through the intricate tattoos and scars etched into his skin. Hailing from a far-off world, he was born to a mother deeply entrenched in the interstellar trade. In his formative years, Jovian's perception of the universe revolved around servitude. Even in infancy, he was regarded as an adornment, often tethered to the individual he was meant to enhance. His unique crimson complexion and distinct features deemed him unfit for manual labour, leaving him at the mercy of those who sought to enlist his services.

At the tender age of 13, he was sold into servitude to a merchant destined to be bound to him for life. As a small Twi'lek, he trembled with fear while his mother, with a heavy heart, consented to his departure, choosing to erase his existence from her life. Left to spend his final night in solitude, he grappled with profound sadness and uncertainty. When the merchant arrived, he was captivated by Jovian's striking appearance. A sense of unease emanated from Jovian, compelling the merchant to flee, yet fear held him in place. The merchant enticed Jovian with the prospect of travelling to his planet without constraints, granting him the freedom to roam the ship at will.

Jovian, feeling unsteady, seized the opportunity to explore the ship, relishing the newfound freedom from the weight of a chain. As the ship descended, Jovian sensed a black bag being placed over his head. Memories flooded back of the steps he had taken and the dampness against his skin before a collar and shackles were fastened onto him. The shackles on his hands were then connected to a large ring around his neck, severely limiting his field of vision to the small space between his jewelled fingers. He was forced into a large cell, and when he removed the bag, he was greeted by absolute horror.

Male Twi’lek; Black, Blue and bloated, lay strewn around him, sharing his likeness. His horror could have echoed through the chamber and to the sky above. His wails and animalistic cries were greeted by the echos of his suffering. For days at a time, he was forced to sit with these bodies with his hands, the only things to cradle his sobbing face. Between the days of horror, the merchant would send his men to tattoo Jovian; during this time, his hands were free but paralysed from fear.

Within the dim cell, the moonlight illuminated a face in the corner. While Jovian usually blocked the small window on the door, this time was different. As time passed, an echo started to emanate from the decaying face. "Jovian," it cried. There was a different darkness now emanating from it. Jovian was arrested “Obtain your freedom, they will be here tomorrow. Destroy them.” The face was different; a man with glowing blue eyes called to him. Jovian felt his body slide closer to the man standing in the corner “You know what you have to do. Destroy them.” He called out to Jovian. A scream echoed from his head, and he knew what he needed to do.

Jovian lived out the next three years in a life of planning; he began to notice the guards' routine, and a new power seemed to surge through him. Small applications of this power drug the bodies around the room… unfortunately, sometimes unleashing the foulness contained within them. One night, from what Jovian knew, was his sixteenth birthday. The guards came for Jovian and escorted him to the upper bedroom. He was extensively bathed and oiled in things that he had never smelt. This was a complete change from the environment that he spent his time in. Other servants dressed him in Nightsister armour and escorted him into the bedroom. Having practised coming in tune with the force, the voice came to him again: ‘You know what you have to do!’

The merchant was seated behind a grand oak desk positioned prominently in the centre of the lavishly decorated room. His gaze was fixed on Jovian as an unsettling sense of dread washed over the young man. With cautious steps, Jovian advanced towards the merchant. The merchant, realising his oversight, offered Jovian a "snack" as a peace offering, consisting of fresh air, a bath, and some food. Though Jovian was seething with anger, he managed to suppress his emotions, using them as a source of determination. The merchant beckoned Jovian closer until they were mere feet apart, their tension palpable in the air. The merchant looked at Jovian and asked for his forgiveness, suddenly, the man that Jovian saw stood behind the pair. Time seemed to slow as Jovian looked at this cloaked man ‘Jovian, are you so quick to give him forgiveness?’

Jovian seemed to fade out of consciousness. There was a warm sensation on his hand and a scream. He heard that in the cell, and when the darkness seemed to fade, the merchant's entrails were displayed in front of him. Jovian's hands shook as he fixed his gaze on the struggling merchant, his own breath coming in short gasps. It felt like an eternity as Jovian watched the man's desperate battle for air.. When he felt like life was nearly gone, Jovian started to stab him more, feeling the rage of the dark cell, a slave and an adornment. Being abandoned by his mother for credits, it all flowed out of him like a raging river. The cloaked man laughed as he faded away, leaving Jovian covered in the merchants' blood and a new freedom.


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