Name: Jan’ren Vaal
Race: Human
Birth Planet: Dantooine
Hair: Black
Eyes: Light brown, nearly yellow.
Height: 5’7
Weight: 140
Affiliation: Publicly Unaligned
- History
Jan’ren was born in a small farming community on the world of Dantooine. However, she never knew her family as her force sensitivity was discovered shortly after her birth. She was taken to the Jedi temple of Coruscant where she was raised from a child in the ways of the Jedi.
She grew confident in her abilities quickly, much to the bemusement of her soon to be master, Jedi Master Aran. He took an interest in her connection to the force, the way she always seemed to be in the right place at the right time. She quickly began to go down the path of a Jedi Sage, however this didn’t mean she left her lightsaber grow dusty.
She trained just as hard in the Force as she did with her Lightsaber, earning some small recognition with the Jedi Knights in the temple, though she wasn’t good enough to be called gifted like some of her peers.
It wasn’t until she was nearly ready to take the Knight trials that she heard about the Mandalorian Wars, her master had kept the state of the wider galaxy hidden while she was being trained. Feeling betrayed and coddled, mixed with the charismatic nature of Revan’s firey speeches against the idle nature of the Jedi Temple, she left for the Mandalorian Wars and into the service of the Republic.
-Excerpt from Jan’ren’s Journal-
The Mandalorian Wars.
It nearly shattered the Galaxy. Millions of Republic Citizens dead, hundreds of Jedi as well. No matter what the Republic said, you couldn’t count what happened as a Victory, you couldn’t say that we triumphed over the Mandalorians.
For every massacre the Republic told its people the Mandalorian’s did, the Republic sanctioned much more brutal attacks against the defenseless systems when we were pushing back into Mandalorian space.
To think that I started the war as an Idealistic believer in his beliefs. He led us from the Jedi Temple and into the service of the Republic, and I was eager to show that I was able and willing to defend the Republic. I see now that the Jedi Council was right to be hesitant. I wasn’t prepared for the horrors of war, and the death that would surround me.
The war clouded my judgement, and I allowed myself to sink into the war. I slowly closed myself off to the morality of the conflict, I even forgot why I initially following him into the war. I can’t say that I didn’t grow during the war, however I lost much more than I gained.
I became lost. The Jedi that I grew up with were dead or missing, and I lost count of the Republic troops that died while following my charges into the Mandalorian ranks. I can’t wash the blood from my hands, neither Mandalorian nor Republic.
The Republic’s records only show the number of Mandalorians I killed, however I know that much more Republic lives are probably gone due to me than Mandalorian. It was after the Battle of Althir, a costly and blood victory for the Republic that I knew what I needed to do
I faked my own death, with plenty of witnesses on both sides. I even left my Lightsaber, the same one that I had personally built years ago, in a smoldering pit with corpses that were long dead. I made my way off world and cut my self off from the force, severing my connection forcefully.
It was cold, the absence of the force was mind-numbingly cold. I don’t dwell on it anymore.
I don’t know why I’m writing this journal, maybe I just want someone to find it and know. To know how much blood is on my hands, and to know why I left.
But for now, I heard Czerka is bringing people on for a new start on a world. Viscara.
-Jan’ren Vaal.