Simplicity

The Iridonian trudged his path to the crash site, in toe of his new master of the force and guide towards the life of a Jedi Knight. With heavy feet the man managed to leave a print within the terra beneath him. The weight of what he was heading to do was tremendous upon his shoulders, yet the warrior continued to press on. Though it wasn't until they reached their destination that the true impact of the situation fell upon him... Roene was quick to act upon their arrival, using the aid of his force powers to clean up the wreckage and make it more accessible for them too rummage through. While the Cerean was hard at work performing this task, Durzo had collapsed to his knees and hands placed firmly upon the ground beneath his shoulders. Sobbing could be heard as his mind had now completely absorbed the reality of the nightmare that he'd been put through. As his head bobbed slightly with each sob, a tear tore loose from the cluster that was forming within his eyes... their wetness only adding to the morning dew that had settled in overnight. Completely unaware of his surroundings, Durzo had no idea whether or not his master was looking... and to be honest he didn't really care. Nothing mattered at this moment, he was experiencing the realization that he would never see his family again... he felt alone. "They're gone... I... I can't accept that... I won't accept that... How can this BE!" Cried the Zabrak with a face full of tears and a heart that was steadily being stabbed with a psychological dagger.

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Roene's face contorted into a manner of understanding and sorrow... and it was at that time that Durzo knew that the small hint that he'd thrown out had been received. Along with it came the knowledge of why the Zabrak had remained so quiet about the whole incident. His personal feelings were wound too tightly around the other information... speaking more upon it would surely bring tears from his eyes. Shaking off the thought, the tattooed and now topless Zabrak turned his attention back towards his master. Its really an odd concept... it has been quite sometime since I've been in such a position. Being the student. The Cerean had decided to speak upon Durzo's statement now... " You hold much on your shoulders," Following in pursuit of those words was a well timed hand upon his right shoulder. When the hand hit him though, it was almost as if that weight had been lifted. In that moment, he knew that he would be okay... and that most importantly they would not be forgotten. Sure enough, his master followed suit with some choice words, "If you would like, we can back to the ship, salvage anything we can, and find your family to give them a proper burial?" A warm smile upon his face. Durzo turned to him with a quick step and gave a quick thrust of his head in acceptance. A smile steadily crawling to lift upon his face, continuing to grow as he thought upon getting the chance to bury his family... and hopefully find at least one of his suitcases. "Let's go." Durzo finally said with a now beaming smile upon his face and head full of thoughts.

(( I see it... nice. ::thumbs up:: )) Like a desperately lost child... Durzo clung to the joy that the idea of passing on his knowledge of the Followers of Palawa would bring him. Within his brain he worked feverishly trying to dilute the negative feelings and memories... he had no need to dwell upon the past. The Zabrak had a glorious future to look forward too. If only I had some clean clothes... A look of disgust washed over the complexion of the Zabrak's face... his eyes once again focused upon the bloodstained rags that he now wore. Quite the contrary to what he'd become accustomed too, having spent the last ten years or so upon Coruscant. Feeling the need to fit in, Durzo, had adapted the fashion and has since become quite... fond of it. Deciding that his current state just wouldn't suffice, the Zabrak effortlessly removed his tunic. This allowed the extent of his markings to be viewed and admired. Rising from his sitting position, Durzo allowed himself to stand for the first time since before the crash. Arching his back and throwing his hands to the sky, he let out a loud groan as he stretched... a few cracks in his back and then he was right. Damn I feel good... He thought as he relaxed back into a straight position, well slightly hunched . As he rolled his head upon his shoulders the Zabrak spoke. "Durzo Vey, Master of Teras Kasi and recent orphan..." He'd lost the fight... the negative had crept back in. Only this time, it had snuck out. With a sudden gasp, and a step back... Durzo waited to see if the Cerean would catch it.

Durzo by now had lifted himself into a seating position. His legs had found the crossed pattern to be the most comforting and had naturally fallen into place. With a hung head the Zabrak couldn't help but drift back to the deadly crash that he'd just survived. The lingering thoughts were about his now deceased family and the need for a proper burial... or at least some form of remembrance. For them and the other victims. When the Cerean spoke of training, a seed had successfully been planted within the Zabrak's mind and his interest had been peaked. Slowly his head lifted to meet the Jedi's gaze. Having chosen to remain silent, Durzo allowed the man to ask about the crash before responding to his previous question. Only with this question the graceful Teras Kasi master's head dropped once again... he'd been a failure to his family, having been absent from their lives for so many years and for them too end up dead only months after the reconciliation. I'm a disgrace... Thought the Zabrak as his violet eyes took in the vileness that his wardrobe had acquired during his hellish torment upon the shuttle. As a lump began to form within his throat, he had to force himself to swallow past it. Casting his gaze back up to meet Roene's the Zabrak allowed his lips to part and accept the Jedi's offer. "I'd love to train with you... and perhaps there are a few things I could teach you as well." A sly look appeared upon the Zabrak's face before he continued to speak, "Ever heard of the martial arts Teras Kasi?" Durzo finished with a question of his own, completely avoiding the Jedi's query into the crash.

The warming embrace and the calming words were not enough to shake the Zabrak free from the horrible nightmare that awaited him within his unwanted, but much needed slumber. His body had finally collapsed, allowing the reality of his wounds too envelop his being. The damaged ribs had been evident for some time now... though slowly the extent of his misery came to its climax as the hundreds of cuts and bruises began to pulse in an attempt to torture him. The beat that they had found was that of his heart and they matched it perfectly... This was the world that Durzo left as his eyes closed and unconsciousness cascaded down upon him. While he slept the nightmare that he'd just faced replayed in his mind... images of the panicking crew and passengers flashed before his mind's eye. His family... Leian, his sister, with baby Kyd in her arms... Durzo had done everything in his power to try to help them. All of them, but even with his honed survival instincts the Master of Teras Kasi wasn't able to do anything for them. With what little warning the passengers had received there wasn't much that he could do for even himself. Amidst the chaos, the Zabrak had become separated from his loved ones and that was the last he'd see of them... their bodies, just like many of the others would be unrecognizable. Suddenly broken from the dreadful state, his eyes sprang open to fall upon the tall trees that surrounded him. It was then that the voice spoke once again to him... only this time the presence felt near. I have done my best to patch you up”¦ Sorry if it hurt. I was only doing what I could. Durzo's head slumped to his left and caught sight of the man behind the voice. He was a Cerean and judging by the wardrobe that he wore, a Jedi Knight... Fashion had always been an infatuation of the Zabrak... and because of that he'd come to learn the general attire for several different ranks and positions within many organizations. And upon seeing the traditional brown robes of the Jedi, the horned man pieced together the puzzle. The robes, the thought messages, and the calming feeling during his approach... Yup. He's a Jedi alright. Thought Durzo as he pushed himself off of the terra beneath him, propping up on his elbows the Zabrak looked towards his savior after scanning his body. The cuts and bruises were gone and the simple fact that this position wasn't causing pain was proof that his ribs were better as well. In fact, he felt terrific. "You are too kind... and modest. You're a gifted being and should be rewarded, but I fear I have nothing to offer you."

Pain... The tremors tore through his body with every movement that he made. It took everything within him to dig himself free from the corpses, so far it appeared that he was the lone survivor of the crash. Durzo Vey, the handsome Zabrak that looked for the most part human... save the purple tattoos and crown of horns. Bloody and bruised, the extravagant male's fine clothing had been soiled and his luggage had become lost in all of the chaos. Though, little of that mattered once he'd claimed his freedom from the wreckage through means of crawling his way out. Death has not claimed my soul yet... perhaps there is still hope for me yet. Thought Durzo as his purple iris' fell upon his white sleeve, which had now been stained so heavily with blood that it was a borderline black. The realization disgusted him and made his long for his suitcase that contained his change of clothes... Once he was better he would return. That was a vow he took as he broke the edge of the piled up bodies and headed for the gaping hole in the side of the ship. Each movement triggered a fine shot of anguish through his ribs, apparently a broken rib or two... if he was lucky then possibly only a couple bruised. The rest of his body was beaten to hell though. No breaks, but plenty of cuts and bruises... enough to warrant the continued crawl away from the wreck. After a good distance had been achieved, in truth it was only about 50 yards or so, Durzo allowed his body to collapse and unconsciousness to wash over him. Within this state his mind began to drift back to the crash, forcing the elegant Zabrak to relive the horrible nightmare that he'd just faced... though just as he fell fully into its clutches a sense of calmness washed over him. Through his pain, Durzo somehow knew that he would be okay. It was at that time that the voice spoke to his mind's ear. Be calm, I will be there soon... I will heal your wounded. Stay safe and I will be there soon... ( OOC: Sorry for the hold up boss man... Work has been killing me and still having trouble with getting my internet up at my new house. )

Identity [!ident] Real Name: Durzo Vey A.K.A: Durzo or Vey... sometimes handsome. Homeworld: Iridonia Species: Iridonian (Zabrak) Physical Description [!dscrp] Age: 19 Height: 5'10" Weight: 162 lbs Hair: See Picture Eyes: See Picture Tattoos: See picture Sex: Male Picture: Equipment [!equip] Clothing or Armor: Durzo is known for having an extravagant wardrobe that he takes full advantage of. His attire is always changing, depending upon the occasion of course and because of this the Zabrak has been looked upon as someone who values his possessions too much. Though, in truth he merely enjoys standing out and the attention that it brought him. For the most part though; Durzo can be seen most commonly in his training attire. Which consists of white robes, a grey long sleeved and open collared shirt, and his favorite accessory... one that he wears with during every occasion. His body armor, that offers only slight protection from blaster bolts. Weapon: None; he's been trained in the ways of Teras Kasi and thus is quite capable with his body. Common Inventory: Nothing really, a comm-link and some credits. The necessities you could say. Faction Information [!factn] Force Sensitive Alignment: Lawful Good Current Faction Affiliation: None Current Faction Rank: None History: [!hstry] Force Side: None Trained by: No one Trained who: None Known Skills: Teras Kasi; Master of the Steel Hand He will eventually discover his Naturalist skills... Background: I'd prefer to really flesh that out in the roleplay... Ship: He has never had use for one and thus he doesn't have one.

Name: Unknown Nickname: Harvester of Souls Age: Unknown Species: Unknown Height: 5'10”