Thelion shifted through the towering recesses of the Coruscanti Archives, cloak and cloth shifting around him as he hurried with excitement towards the exit of the grand library that housed a truly massive repository of knowledge from the centuries upon centuries of data collection that the Jedi Order had roused. The Council had called him once again, one of the few scholars left after the exodus of the Imperialists and the slaughters that had taken place during the Republic-Imperial war that was on-going. Few remained who did not pick up the blade, fewer still those who refused.
Thelion was one of the latter.
Born into the Order by Mirialan Knight-Medic Thylil Ryval shortly just before the Battle of Althir, Thelion has always been a member of the Jedi Order from the moment he was born. Raised as a youngling, Thelion’s gentle soul was a welcomed and cherished one in the halls of the Corsucant Temple for the few first years of his childhood. All was well. All was peaceful.
And then the Mandalorians happened.
Slowly but surely the anxiety of the War crept over the Temple, edging nerves and sparking discontent. Sparking conflict. Why were they not helping fight against this intergalactic crusade against all life deemed ‘dar’manda’? Was this not a violation of their duties to protect the sanctity of all life within the Galaxy? And coming to a collective head, led by one particular Knight- the Revanchists were birthed in rebellion from the aged Jedi Council. In a blitz of genius, leadership, and downright cunning willingness to play the Mandalorians at their own game, Revan turned the tide of the War in ways nobody could have forseen, and they were winning handily.
But the Temples slowly drew empty. Initiates turned to Padawans, Padawans to Knights, marching off to War with Revan against the latest Galactic threat.
Thelion was never a fighter. He never had the soul or spirit to muster up the willingness to harm another. Beyond that, his physical health had always been an issue, his mother fretting over him and his constant thinness of body. Determined to contribute his part however, Thelion remained as an Initiate while conscripting into the Education Core at the young age of nine. Where body failed, mind and spirit endured with a tenacity.
But things change, people move, and the Galaxy spun.
There was no need for scholars, only warriors and defenders.
There was the great conflict, and the defense of the galaxy.
And in the ruptured wake of Malachor V, Thelion was left alone and departed by all but the very few as the Jedi Order found themselves being laid low by their once-friends now foes, in a galactic rebellion led by the Supreme Commander who’d saved them in the first place. A gentle bitterness brewed inside of him as he watched the once-full halls slowly lose more and more people. Watched as the catacombs interred more and more Jedi. Wrote down more names as past tense, returned to the Force by violence rather than age.
If only people understood each other more. If only everyone could understand, surely nobody would harm each other, right? How could you harm that which you intrinsically understand, from flaws to strengths? How could you not love something that you know so deeply?
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“Scholar-Initiate Thelion Ryval, the Council bids you to make haste towards the Force-Nexus of Viscara as both a keeper of information, recorder of the metaphysical and Force-based events, and medical assistant for their dwindling numbers.”
"… W-where’s Viscara?"
Name: Thelion Ryval
Height: 5 feet 5 inches
Weight: 112 pounds (16lb underweight)
Age: 19
Academia: 8Y Chemical Engineering, 5Y Sentient Physiology, 5Y Biochemistry, 6Y Philosophy
NOTES: While above-average in his connection to the Force,
Thelions body seems weak from constant malnutrition brought about by a
self-convinced sense of minimally sustaining his day-to-day functions coupled with
early-onset depression from an intensive lack of socialization. Displays atypical
maturity in conjunction with parental guidance through the Force via Knight-Medic Thylil
