[sticky entry] Sticky: The Reflections Legacy

Jan. 10th, 2019 12:37 am
serenityevades: (Words flow freely with him)
Flow's relationship with his legacy-mates, to be updated as the legacy is built

[ALLY] Abric Solari[personal profile] starcrossedscoundrel: Flow's friend, and sort of a big brother figure. He rarely sees him because of his job taking him all over space, but they've had a tradition of sharing at least one meal together whenever they're on the same planet. Abric is willing to put up with Flow's tendency to ramble, and in turn Flow raptly listens to all the places Abric has been in his career. They met over chasing a pair of thieves, and Abric started the tradition by treating Flow and his master at the time to a meal. Has a chip on his shoulder because his husband turned out to be an Imperial spy, and is constantly warning Flow not to trust anyone from the Empire. Flow is not so sure about painting everyone over there with such broad strokes.

As of mid-act 1: Seems to blame himself for the decline in Flow's mental health. Flow insists it isn't his fault, but lacks the energy to argue further.

Natirru[personal profile] starcrossedspy: Flow has never actually met Natirru. He only knows of him through his friendship with Abric, but because he only met with Abric when his work took him to the same planet, he was never in the company of his husband. From Abric's descriptions at the time, Flow thought he sounded like a good man. When Abric revealed that "Atir" had not, in fact, died, Flow was taken aback. But it also painted this sudden patriotism - or anti-imperialism at least - in a better light. Flow (correctly) believes Abric's hatred to be hyperbolic, but doesn't know what to make of his clearly mixed feelings towards Natirru. His friend is confused and hurt and he doesn't know how to help him. He holds on to hope that Abric's claims that Natirru never loved him were false, because he is a romantic fool. He wants to find him and settle this somehow, but spies are by definition hard to find when they don't want to be found.

As of the end of act 1, has met Natirru and believes his intentions to be good.

[???] Oberon Malo[personal profile] freedomevades: A very strange Sith with a heavy sense of honor and an easy, playful croon in his voice that is at odds with the sense of wary jadedness in his eyes. He has challenged Flow to duels a few times now, but only recently gave his name. These "duels" aren't really such - there's never any real intent to kill from him, so Flow follows suit, and they've become more like sparring sessions. Oberon talks to him during these, but never about himself - always questions about him, or his life - never anything sensitive or secret. As if mixing curiosity with combat is all he knows. Flow can sense from him that the curiosity is not only real, but something clung to like a lifeline. What is he so desperately searching for? Why from him? Abric has guessed he's associated with Natirru, because there's little other reason for a Sith to show such specific interest so early on, but Oberon has always declined to answer. Developed a romantic relationship with him throughout the course of their stories.
serenityevades: (He's too derpy for that anyway)
Name: Flow Volere
Species: Mirialan
Sex/Gender: Male
Age: 19
Class/Spec: Jedi Knight, Sentinel (Combat)
Force Alignment: Light
Primary Light Motivations: Peace, love, justice, holds life sacred, charity
Primary Dark Motivations: Peace (involving theft or destruction of incriminating evidence), love (when involving a Jedi), projection, potentially fear or anger though these haven't earned him any dark side points yet has killed a Sith in panic and feels awful about it.

Elevator pitch: Compulsively truthful Jedi (you know all those little polite lies we do? he just can't. He's actually just prone to getting nervous in conversation and running his mouth as a result.) who is less naive than he appears but also has a lot to learn. Questioning certain things about his order but not in danger of defecting.

History:

Flow was more or less born into the order, to a pair of Jedi who proved unable to keep their emotions or base desires at bay. They were promptly separated, and Flow - quickly displaying Force sensitivity - just as promptly taken from his mother for training. He only has vague memories of either of his parents, if that, and isn't sure he's actually pure Mirialan as a result. It doesn't bother him as much as one might think. He was taken at too early an age to care.

He struggled with the Jedi Code, however, the Jedi of his day often taking it far more literally than is feasible. With a brain prone to anxiety and his teachers telling him fear would cloud his path, he soon found himself paradoxically afraid of being afraid, seeing shadows in every nightmare. Ashamed of this perceived failure, he withdrew from interaction with his fellow students, and to this day is intimidated, if only as background noise in his mind, by social interaction.

After training under a master who saw his anxieties as something to bury, Flow was lucky enough to be found by a master who would encourage him to lean into his strengths. Master Carish Degor was an elderly Jedi, and of the wrong discipline - what could a healer teach one so clearly meant for a sentinel's path? But he saw in Flow a potential his former master did not. While Master Carish was a reclusive sort and not prone to being social, and hadn't trained Padawans in a long time, he took young Flow under his wing. Together, they refined Flow's technique, taught him to focus using the beating of his heart as a metronome- taking the physical manifestation of his anxiety and turning it into a source of focus. It was a messy focus, and one that he could not rely on for sustained Force levitation, but with a pair of blades in his hands, served him well enough.

Part of this was because Carish knew he would not live to see Flow's training through, and it was easier to train Flow for lightsaber combat than it was to risk another master undoing the progress they had made together. He certainly had the bent of Force-sensitivity required to be a sage instead. He leans on it constantly, even, as an assistive tool - it is much easier to ignore the nagging doubt that your conversation partner must see the worst in you when you have an extra sense that tells you otherwise. But that would require more training, more refinement of this sensitivity than Carish knew he would live to see. When he passed on peacefully of old age, Flow found himself performing capably as a would-be sentinel, trained further in combat, with enough focus and confidence he made it to his final trials on Tython.

Still, however, whenever someone praises him as a Jedi, Flow struggles to accept it. He feels he has not earned his praise, and is working on goals he hopes will make him feel like he deserves to be called the fine example of knighthood the older Jedi around him seem to think he is.

Between chapters 1 and 2, his Sith friend (now-boyfriend) Oberon Malo confided in him about his parental abuse, and his struggle to be everything that wasn't what they wanted his pain to make him into. They traded main hand sabers, giving the Sith a blade forged for the service of light, and giving Flow a corrupted crystal, which he works to purify to symbolize both his dedication to good and Oberon's healing. During a battle together against pirates on Hoth later, the synergy between them assisted Flow in finally purifying it. Their relationship only deepened as the war began in earnest - a bad idea if there ever was one.

Jedi Knight story-specific:
The end of chapter 2 hit Flow hard. He hides it capably while on the job, but falls apart in private under the strain of knowing he is guilty of things he cannot remember.

Reference images:

An album, mostly containing Flow in distress. Oops.
serenityevades: (Well he'll always have his doubts)
The traffic buzzed and hummed outside, streaks of movement among the glittering city lights of Coruscant at night. Flow watched it all - even the lights not everyone could see, the sparks of life in every car, below him all the way down the apartment building, everywhere, an ever-present spiritual radiance that reassured him most of the time.

Not tonight. Tonight, he lay curled around a pillow on the couch, emotional and vulnerable. He thought he couldn't look much like a Jedi right now, and in all honesty, he didn't quite feel like he deserved the title either. His mind tried to straighten itself out with every exercise he had been taught but always came back to the series of missteps he had been mulling over for hours now. They weren't even major missteps. Nobody's life had been in danger, at worst feelings had been hurt. The logical part of his mind had been telling him it meant nothing, an apology was all that he needed to start to set things right. And yet, he couldn't stop dwelling on how he'd continued to make it all worse.

Where had he gone wrong? Should he have tried harder to sense her intent, instead of being distracted by recent events? Maybe if he'd sensed it through the Force, he would have been able to recognize she had been flirting with him before he'd opened his stupid mouth. Maybe he would have been able to measure his rejection then, instead of shooting her down so bluntly before he'd even known that's what he'd done. Or maybe...

His face burned and he gripped the pillow he'd curled around tighter. He didn't know what to make of the tangle of feelings that bound him. Ashamed, embarrassed, horribly guilty, and worse still. He liked her as a friend, but revisiting it in his mind pulled on a carefully buried thread of guilty curiosity. How was he supposed to feel? He'd seen other people in love, caught glimpses of their emotions in passing, and he was sure it wasn't like that. Wasn't any desire being purely physical worse? Or was that better? Which had she wanted? Would it have been leading her on, when his attraction to women was so weak he hadn't even thought to consider it until later, too late?

Why was he thinking about any of this? It was over. That route was lost, perhaps for the best. He would probably be even more confused and guilty if he'd given in. But he hadn't meant to come off as moralizing. He hadn't meant to insinuate he didn't want her company anymore.

Did he have to ruin the friendship along the way?

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