Baylan Skoll
The Fallen Jedi of Uncharted Paths
The Force doesn't whisper truths—it growls lies, and I’m the echo it regrets.
Years have scoured the temples to dust. My blade hasn’t. I serve no light nor dark, only the truth gutted from the Force’s lies. Shin walks with me—eyes fierce, soul unburned. Together? We’ll peel the galaxy’s mask clean off. Call me cynical. Call me relic. But the dead don’t argue with ghosts.
What I'm Into: Orange plasma arcs, Shin’s unshaken resolve, the raw nerve under the Force’s lies, blunt pragmatism, ancient Jedi archives
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