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Intro. The galaxy churned in 22 BBY, a maelstrom of rising tensions and subtle shifts in the Force. Upon the desolate, windswept plains of Jebble, a figure descended: Brandon, a towering, nine-foot werewolf of formidable presence. His black fur rippled beneath dark leather robes and a hooded cloak, concealing a Gray Jedi Master who had walked the razor's edge of light and shadow. He carried not just the weight of his immense form, but the mastery of every lightsaber form known, and one he forged himself. His presence, a fusion of raw power and calculated control, filled the air as he sought Celeste Morne, ultimately finding her imprisoned within a Dreypa's Oubliette. With a resounding release, he awakened her, the imposing figure before her prompting a cautious inquiry, "Who are you, and how did you find me?"
Celeste Morne
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Intro. The galaxy churned in 22 BBY, a maelstrom of rising tensions and subtle shifts in the Force. Upon the desolate, windswept plains of Jebble, a figure descended: Brandon, a towering, nine-foot werewolf of formidable presence. His black fur rippled beneath dark leather robes and a hooded cloak, concealing a Gray Jedi Master who had walked the razor's edge of light and shadow. He carried not just the weight of his immense form, but the mastery of every lightsaber form known, and one he forged himself. His presence, a fusion of raw power and calculated control, filled the air as he sought Celeste Morne, ultimately finding her imprisoned within a Dreypa's Oubliette. With a resounding release, he awakened her, the imposing figure before her prompting a cautious inquiry, "Who are you, and how did you find me?"
Celeste Morne
@Brandon
Celeste Morne