Alexander Sorel

"I've got a bad feeling about this."

About the Character
Franchise This Character is From || Star Wars: The Old Republic.

How Much Experience Do You Have With Character/Franchise? || RPing Sci-fi? Zilch. Star Wars? Loved it since I was a kid.

Why Would This Character Be A Good Fit For Our Site? || Well, aside from Star Wars being one of those settings that immediately comes to mind when you say Sci-Fi, Alex, being from the Star Wars Galaxy, is someone who's been very heavily affected by the Time Crash. I feel like Star Wars characters really have a chance to meld with other settings in particular, and starting him off at the beginning of KOTFE wipes the slate and generally means he can work with pretty much any plot.

Do You Roleplay This Character Elsewhere? || Alex? Yes. As the Outlander, No.

References For People Who Are Unfamiliar || Here. He's also the Outlander, but most everything past paragraph 2 can be ignored.

Alignment/Faction || The side of not being a wall prop. Thanks.


The Surface

Age || Twenty-Six
Sex/Gender || Male
Height || 183 cm/6'0
Weight || 80 kg/176 lbs
Orientation || Heterosexual. Once had a relationship with a Sith Lord. He's really bad at being a Jedi.

The Equipment

Lightsabers: Yeah, plural. Alex has two lightsabers he keeps on him. The first was his lightsaber he made at the end of his training on Tython. A cylinder of metal with a black ribbed grip, and a simple red button for activation. With a Desert Green crystal for the blade. He mostly only keeps this as a back up in the event he's disarmed, or when he's switching to Jar'Kai. The other that he uses, is a crossguard saber, with the crystal taken from the stomach of a Rakghoul, having an unusual green blade with a black core. He assembled it after being declared Battlemaster of the Order. Combined with everything he'd learned of the craft, he actually prefers this one.

Wrist Weapons: Lessons learned from a career of war. Mandalorians, exemplary warriors, are also armed to the teeth, something Alexander has taken to heart after constant engagements. As part of his armor, Alex has multiple wrist mounted weapons; a flame thrower embedded in the left gauntlet with a secondary whipcord function, and a stun gun embedded in the right that can apply its shocking capabilities in close quarters.

Grenades: Nothing fancy, Alex just tends to keep some Thermal Detonators and Plasma Grenades on him.

Armor: A suit of armor with metal plating that can stop standard blaster bolts. The wristguards on the forearms are made of Beskar, however, making them more durable than the rest of the armor, allowing for a sort of impromptu shield if need be. Don't ask him where he got them.



The Abilities

Dueling: Alex is an excellent duelist. Having been named the Battlemaster of the Jedi Order in recognition of his performance during the Revan incident, he became the overseer for all lightsaber instruction for the Order. Capable in all seven Lightsaber forms as well as Jar'Kai, he's one of the premier duelists of what was once the Galaxy Far Far Away.

Hand-to-Hand: As part of his training as a Jedi, Alex was taught how to fight in hand to hand combat, but it was meant only for spiritual recreation and self defence when absolutely necessary. That being said, Alex is still a talented martial artist, and one underestimates him at their own peril. However, war calls for different approaches, and it's why the gauntlets of his armor have spiked knuckles in the event that he really has to get mean with his fists.

Life Skills: Surgical skills, engineering skills, bomb defusal, home care, self care, all part of the Jedi Teachings. You won't learn this stuff on Korriban. However, this has, over time taken a slant more towards applications in war. He's a good field surgeon, good with repairing military technology, and so on. To put it into more general terms, he's more comfortable repairing an Abrams tank than a washing machine.

Firearms: Wait, what? Yeah. Alex has learned the hard way it's best to have some training with firearms. Sometimes the Lightsaber isn't an option and the Force isn't really with you that day, maybe you got cut off. And for a Jedi, in the middle of a warzone? That's fatal. While he's not some special spec ops training master, he at least has enough of a handle that he can probably hit a moving target. Probably. I mean, he's definitely leagues above his fellow Jedi, for whatever that's worth.

Mundanity: That is to say, he's one of the Jedi that realized there may be times where the Force simply isn't viable, and he has to rely on more ordinary methodology. While losing access to the Force would be a severe blow to him, he's learned enough that he can still function without it if need be, allowing him to blunt the hit somewhat.

The Force: Explaining what the Force is, is difficult. It simply is. An invisible web that connects every living being. A river in which all things ebb and flow. It is alive, but not in the way many consider living to be. It is sentient, and yet it isn't. All those who are Force Sensitive, Jedi, Sith, Mystic, and all else, draw from this. Alex, due to his occupation being war for the entirety of his Jedi career, has come to fall more in line with a Grey Jedi, and veers from the traditional lightsaber and light side of the force training.

The Light Side: That being said, he hasn't abandoned the Light, and still makes active use of it. Trained as a Jedi on Tython, Alex learned the Light Side of the Force over the course of years of study, eventually culminating in him being made a full Jedi Knight of the Order, one of the best days of his life. With Alex still maintaining a strong sense of humanity, while his affiliation with the Light has dulled somewhat, it's never fully gone away.

The Dark Side: Surprise, right? Alex, over the years, has become sadly adept with the Dark Side of the Force. It really started when he found himself brainwashed by Emperor Vitiate, ordered to commit God knows what in his name. From then on, it was just the long grind of war that saw him slowly and slowly draw upon more of the Dark Side, culminating in him accepting it on Rishi. Master Orgus offered to wipe away what happened when under Vitiate's control and Alex, seeing that as simply running away from what happened, instead chose to accept it, own it, and make it his own, much to Orgus's disgust.

Sustenance - If needed, Alex can draw from the Force for energy, foregoing the need for food and drink for a time. He doesn't like doing this though, as it's generally a sign that things have gotten really bad.

Force Push & Pull - A standard ability. Alexander can shove away or pull at least one ton in a pinch if need be. If allowed time to concentrate, he could send out waves or enact a strong enough pull to rip apart durasteel doors. Taking a direct hit from Alexander in this regard has been likened to being hit with the brunt of a hurricane. While it's possible to brace oneself against it, Alex likes to wait until the target is in mid motion to make this difficult to accomplish.

Precognition - More of a sixth sense than anything. Sensing disturbances, feeling emotions, and all that. It allows for high vigilance at all times without really having to actually maintain said vigilance. This also manifests in the ability for Alex to deflect projectiles with his Lightsaber if he's using it. That being said, with the Abeloth Singularity having totaled the Cosmic Force, this has weakened somewhat. This ability also works against him, and the immense death in the other galaxies have left Echoes that he's feeling at all times. While he has the mental fortitude to resist the worst of it, it's enough that most Force Users could be driven insane through prolonged exposure. Interestingly however, this ability has retained some of its sharpness, owing to, of all things, Alexander's sense of paranoia.

Force Speed - Using the Force, Alex can slow down his perception of the world to a great extent, entering a sort of bullet time for him. In this state, dodging projectiles becomes trivial for him. He can only keep this up for a couple minutes, however, so he tries to limit it only to brief bursts of only a second or two to keep from draining himself.

Force Jump - Another staple. He can leap a story or two if need be. Crossing a great chasm is doable too. From simply standing, Alex could leap from the first floor to the third, relatively easy, and can make jumps as far as one hundred feet. If he spaces this out and paces himself, using this has no real effect on him. But if he were to use this too often in rapid succession, then while he could make the actual jump, the landing in particular becomes more difficult, at which point, well, gravity, and its effects, is a universal concept, and Alex is as susceptible to it as everyone else.

Force Persuasion - More informally called the Mind Trick. Implants a command in the target's head, but a strong will can shrug it off just fine.

Telekinesis - Being able to move heavier objects with the Force is often a basic lesson, and Alexander is no slouch. Able to fling things as heavy as larger vehicles in a flash with enough control to gently bring over a glass of water, he could potentially tear a ship out of the sky if allowed to do so uninterrupted. He can toss objects as heavy as large war machinery if said objects are in no way resisting him. He can grapple and stall a small ship or a shuttle fighting against him for a couple minutes before exhausting himself or an object of equivalent size that is bolted down. In the event of a simple vehicle like a car? He can pull it back down to him. His precision is enough that if forcing his full strength, he can deactivate a trained Force User's lightsaber, but only if he is very clearly the superior, mostly this only works on say, Padawans or Sith Apprentices.

Electric Judgment - The Light Side's answer to Force Lightning. Well, somewhat. It's much weaker than the real deal, but it can actually be used without steeping oneself in the Dark Side. It's more effective against machinery than flesh, but it's still useful against flesh. Alex hitting a machine with this is enough to handily fry it. Against a living being, it's strong enough to wreak havoc with their reflexes and nervous system, making them a far easier target. It also hurts a lot, so there's that.

Strangulation - Also known as Force Choke. While he doesn't really use it much, it makes for a good distraction in a fight, and he can be provoked into it if aggravated enough. Alex's proficiency is such that distance doesn't really mean much to him. If he knows where you are and can visually see you, he can give you the Homer Simpson Special. If going all out, he tends to combine this with Telekinesis for a quick neck breaker.

Healing - Using the Force to heal wounds. Rather than the traditional healing, Alexander's methodology was adapted to be far more rapid, but at the cost of draining his stamina faster. What would take most Jedi days to heal, Alexander can heal in hours, but he's more likely to be down for the day because of it, whereas the other Jedi may be fatigued, but can carry on.

Valkorion???: I mean. Alex has absolutely no control over him. Neither do I. Valkorion does what he wants, when he wants, how he wants. He mostly just lurks in Alex's mind. Menacingly. And the two have an agreement; Alex lets him ramble like a blowhard, and he showers Valkorion with insults in turn. But if he ever shows up with an offer to help I imagine it's probably a nifty power. Probably.

That being said, Valkorion's powers can only be described as game changing when he actually does get involved. Able to conjure waves of the force to flatten everything within a few hundred meters, a storm of Force Lightning that can fry any large ship, or multiple smaller ships unfortunate to be caught in the blast. The ability to slow time to near stasis, and devour entire worlds with enough time to prepare the ritual. Valkorion is a sentient force of nature that has his own agenda. And he does it all in the soothing baritone of Darin de Paul.


The Weaknesses

Attachments: You'd think being a Jedi, Alex would be able to refrain from things like bonds and attachments, right? Wrong. In fact, he is so spectacularly bad at this that he went and got into a relationship with an actual Sith Lord, and the only reason said relationship is on ice is that neither he nor Lana have any idea on the status of the other. He's one of the few Jedi that are human enough to be rattled by going after loved ones.

Compassion: While the reality of war has dampened this a little, Alex will generally let someone go if he thinks they will truly never be a threat again. There are a lot of people that really could have used some killing that have gotten away because of this.

Desensitized: War is uh, not fun. And when it's literally your entire career, you tend to get used to all the horrors that it brings. Especially when you're dealing with the Sith Empire. Atrocities that might make others sick to witness, Alex accepts with all the casualness of another Tuesday. Really, he's going to be more surprised by how lenient the other galaxies are. Mostly.

PTSD: Naturally, Alex is dealing with a lot of stuff from ten years of constant war, too, and it's not unheard of for him to get lost in it. While his Jedi training is able to help him better deal with it than most might, usually the best thing is being gently dragged out of it.

Paranoia: Sooner or later, Alex will generally start considering how to deal with those around him because he's half expecting them to turn on him first. This is less stabbing someone before they stab him, and more designing some measure of contingency if they come at him. While he's not always wrong with this feeling, there are plenty of times where he is.

Holding Back: This isn't out of ego, more Jedi compassion, more personal issues. To Alex, going all out means accepting that it's kill or be killed or that the person on the receiving end simply must die for one reason or another, and non lethal options are simply not viable. It's one thing to cut loose in an actual warzone, it's another when you simply don't like the guy. As a result, he doesn't really make full use of his toolbox unless it's bad.

Diplomacy: Believe it or not, he used to be decent at this. It's just a skill that's fallen out of practice as he's embraced more and more of being a Jedi in war, and the Battlemaster. The Barsen'thor was always better at this, anyway. ... He can't help but wonder how the Barsen'thor's doing, now that they've been mentioned. He's pretty good at aggressive negotiations, though.

Valkorion: Valkorion's gifts are poison.


In your own words
Explain Your Character || A Battlemaster of the Jedi Order and the Outlander, rendered homeless before they could really fulfill their destiny. While he has a starting point, it's quickly souring and he soon has to find some way throughout a cluster he's never really experienced. While he still wants to do right, and he's never truly fallen, he's disillusioned with his teachings enough that he'll often go against them and act either in his own interest, or in the interest of what he considers to be the right thing. As far as Jedi go, he's far more adaptable in what he'll make do with, but far more rigid in that he often thinks mostly in terms of combat or military applications. Right now he's with Cerberus, but when that inevitably goes wrong, who knows where he'll go next.

Will Your Portrayal Deviate From Canon? || By nature of the site, yes. Everything goes... mostly the same up until the start of Knights of the Fallen Empire, as the time skip gives Abeloth enough time to do their thing.

Why Do You Love This Character? || Like I said, I enjoy characters who start off from Square One. While the way the Abeloth collapse happens makes that tricky, I feel like I was able to still make that work. Yeah, Alex isn't some powerless hobo now, but he still doesn't have the massive amount of resources that would normally be available to him as a Jedi Master/Republic General/The Outlander. But when he finally gets unfrozen, he's suddenly going to have to adapt to a very, very different world, and I feel that gives a lot of opportunities to work with.

As for why I switched to Jedi Knight for the Outlander? Well, one, I feel Jedi Knight thematically fits the Outlander better than the other classes, considering they have arguably the most personal connection to Valkorion (and that connection is brought up a lot in SWTOR). I legitimately do not know how KOTFE/KOTET works as one of the Tech classes. The other is that I feel an Outlander Sith Inquisitor is just, bonkers. Take the physical prowess/dueling skills of Darth Vader, the Force knowledge/power of Emperor Palpatine, smash 'em together, remove all the weaknesses. That is an Outlander Sith Inquisitor. And invincible characters are boring, so it helped influence the switch to Jedi Knight.

There may have also been a coin flip involved.


Additional Information
I've generally kept things open for Hutt Cartel and Shadow of Revan, where the Republic classes are merged into one thread, so anyone who wants to pick up the Consular, Smuggler, and Trooper, have some good breathing room. Really the branches I think I cut off is Alex was the one who got with Lana during that time period, and had the Time Crash not occurred, historically married her. Being the Outlander has its perks.


Writing Example one

Frustration welled within him. Frustration that he willed to the back of his mind. As he stood at the helm of his ship, staring out into the vastness of the void, he contemplated the last few hours. Another argument with the council, naturally. There had been division in the Order, particularly on how the initiates and padawans were trained. Often he was told he was too hard, too demanding, too much of a perfectionist. As the Battlemaster, it was his duty to train others in the ways of the lightsaber. For many, images of deflecting painful, but harmless droids for deflecting blaster fire or practicing the Force would come to mind, or practice dueling with a larger droid. Alexander preferred to get trained men involved, and set the blasters on stun. How things unfolded with the Jedi Order, was often a source of conflict for Alexander. In the future, the Jedi would write that, as Battlemaster of the Order, Alexander was a brutal, militaristic taskmasker. Some however, might take his methods to heart.

Nevermind what the historians of the Order would say of what would have been his eventual marriage to a literal Sith Lord.

Of course, the reality was they were at war, where the Sith, and the Empire that revolved around them, had every intention of wiping the Jedi from the galaxy, and leaving not a trace of its legacy remaining. To Alexander, simple training wouldn't suffice. A training droid was good for first steps, but there had to be something else. The intentions of a droid could not be felt, and trained veterans tended to have better accuracy. If anything, he felt like he might be slacking. With Kira, he'd pulled some strings to get Havoc Squad to do the firing. Kira didn't talk to him for a bit after that. But it was things like this that got him called to task with the Council, things like this that would eventually depict him as some bloodthirsty barely-Jedi that pushed far too hard when it was unneeded. There will be no tomb of honor for him in the crystal caves of Chandrilla, like the Barsen'thor will receive.

The day passed, with a cooler head he returned to Tython to give the same lessons that would undoubtedly get him in trouble later. This time, a student dared him to show the rest of them, decrying it impossible out of frustration. A wager was set. Twenty minutes was the goal, seeing as they were having difficulty reaching ten. As the troopers in the courtyard surrounded him, rifles raised, he ignited his lightsaber, the ghastly green covering the black as he assumed Soresu.

The troopers opened fire.

Writing Example two

Alex didn't know what to make of Cerberus. Well, he did, actually. Intensely xenophobic. Even trying to mask their tone of how they spoke of aliens, he could pick up on it through their emotions. Yet at the same time he could tell they were earnest, genuinely believing they were out to save the galaxy and make it a better place. In truth, it just sounded like a bunch of fanatics. But it wasn't like Alex had anywhere else to go, so for the moment, he was stuck here until he could get his bearings and figure out just what the hell was going on. He had been given some basics once he'd been settled and the sickness had left him. Admittedly, the swarm of guards they had circling him, armed to the teeth, when he woke up did nothing to relax him, but he'd since made a sort of agreement with Cerberus. He just hoped he didn't regret it.

He'd missed so much while he was out. Sure, they'd all had warning, but to think that it actually happened while he'd been frozen. It didn't help that the scientists he'd talked to about it were so cheerful about explaining the tragedy to him. Almost like commenting on the weather for them. Perhaps it was a matter of attachment, he had far more to lose. He didn't know where his Padawan was, he didn't know where any of his crew were, he didn't even know if Lana was alive or dead. Cerberus, for their part, was more interested in asking him questions. Fair, he supposed. Apparently they'd had the ill fortune to run into surviving Sith. It did not go well for them It made sense. Cerberus didn't have an exact idea of what they were looking for regarding this, and most Jedi would've gone to ground in the event of an apocalyptic scenario as this, leaving only Sith to operate so openly. So acquiring him and thawing him out just saved them further casualties, was the reasoning. Again, it had been relayed to him so casually, as if Code Blacks were the norm with Cerberus.

Mostly they were interested in the lightsabers and the Force. There were questions about hyperdrives as well, but he couldn't help much there.

Of course, he'd hardly been the center. More on the sidelines with a small group while others rushed about, preoccupied with something far more important. More than once he'd heard the word Lazarus come up. He had absolutely no idea what the word meant. He figured easily enough that it referenced some sort of scientific experiment, for all the good that did him. Even when it became clear that he'd heard the word, those around whoever uttered it tended to glare the poor sod into embarrassed silence. But, again, he had nowhere else to go and no real idea of what this new galaxy was like. Add in that he had no ride and, for the moment, he was stuck here. So he strode, back and forth, the cloth from his waist following his movements. He couldn't meditate. Not again. He'd go crazy. Plus it was like whenever he did try to settle down for peace and quiet, that was when someone decided to poke him and see what else was going on there.

No, for now, he would continue to move, and wrestle with his emotions. Like he usually did.

He had a very bad feeling about this.

Writing Example three

Cerberus was getting ready to kill him.

The possibility had entered his mind early on, but he'd dismissed it as paranoia. At first, he thought, if the intention was to kill him, they would have simply left him to rot in carbonite. It would have made no sense. But the longer things dragged on, the more sure of it he was. What had started out as curiosity had turned to exasperation and frustration. Whenever they tried to get information out of him, he answered truthfully, but the results to them always revealed to him a sense of disappointment. At first it wasn't that notable, but over time it grew, and grew, and grew. Eventually he began to feel more emotions from those same scientists; fear, and eventually despair. Something was expected from Alexander, something Cerberus was not getting from him. But, whoever was in charge, was someone both feared and respected, but the fear was most palpable.

Nevermind the sudden distance. Beforehand, he'd been able to strike up some measure of smalltalk. Now, it was only the questions, and then they hurredly left him alone, dejected as ever. Yes, he was sure of it, there was something that this superior wanted, and no one wanted to be the one to break it to them that everything they'd put into Alex had been a dead end. It was only the fear of this superior that stayed the executioner's hand, and sooner or later one of them would crack, or this leader would come down on them and demand an end to it. Those assigned to him were simply desperate for some modicum of utility to save themselves. He only briefly wondered what would happen to those who had been assigned to him. Judging by their fear, it didn't take long for him to formulate theories.

His eyes stared out into the void of space, unblinking. He would keep quiet about this. Yes, that was best. It would not do to tip his hand on this matter. Let them believe that they could dictate what was necessary. As much as he'd rather not cut his way out, this was also a matter of survival for him. But he'd make it a point to keep himself ready, to keep his lightsabers nearby, and prepare for things to get violent. Though he hoped for a nonviolent solution, he held little optimism for it, and he would resort to more aggressive negotiations if needed.

The Roleplayer
Pen Name || Everyone just calls me WAGA
Age || Over 21
Other Characters here on Monomachiarum|| Nope
Anything Else || Nothing I can think of right now.