The storm seemed to dredge up more than just a bunch of debris. One man fitting in quite well among all the ruined buildings and storm ravaged vegetation. Like a half drowned womp rat. He even has a tail and claws to match that appearance. You might recognize him, though he’s a far cry from the Jedi he used to be. The aging man walking around in his worn and tattered clothes. Hair long, greasy, unkempt and streaked with grey. If you get too close you’ll even smell him. As if he hasn’t had a shower in weeks. Those that knew Obi-Wan would know how meticulously he kept himself groomed. Well that’s not the case anymore. Yet there’s no mistaking those piercing blue eyes laden with a deep sadness that’s accented by crows feet.
Those with the Force or similar powers wouldn’t feel anything extraordinary about him either. He feels like an ordinary man that’s been beaten down by hard times. There’s no light to be found there, or at least, not much. Beyond the fact that he’s alive.
He does remember this place, though his memories are foggy. Taking the time to quietly survey the damage, he walks through various neighborhoods from Cruel Summer to Willow and Epiphany. Brow creased slightly and sometimes his hand resting on his beard when he sees something particularly disturbing. You can find him in quiet contemplation or he may look to you in bewilderment. “What has happened here?”
The Turtle
Coming across a large aquatic reptile in all of this is a bit unexpected. Though when it calls out to him and explains her predicament, he hesitates. Her need of help tugs at him deep down. Stirring a desire that he’s squashed for the past decade. However, instead of jumping at the chance like he used to, he simply shakes his head dejectedly.
“I’m sorry, I can’t help you.”
There’s a remorse in his tone though as he says it and starts to turn away.
Obi-Wan “Ben” Kenobi | Star Wars | Myth
The storm seemed to dredge up more than just a bunch of debris. One man fitting in quite well among all the ruined buildings and storm ravaged vegetation. Like a half drowned womp rat. He even has a tail and claws to match that appearance. You might recognize him, though he’s a far cry from the Jedi he used to be. The aging man walking around in his worn and tattered clothes. Hair long, greasy, unkempt and streaked with grey. If you get too close you’ll even smell him. As if he hasn’t had a shower in weeks. Those that knew Obi-Wan would know how meticulously he kept himself groomed. Well that’s not the case anymore. Yet there’s no mistaking those piercing blue eyes laden with a deep sadness that’s accented by crows feet.
Those with the Force or similar powers wouldn’t feel anything extraordinary about him either. He feels like an ordinary man that’s been beaten down by hard times. There’s no light to be found there, or at least, not much. Beyond the fact that he’s alive.
He does remember this place, though his memories are foggy. Taking the time to quietly survey the damage, he walks through various neighborhoods from Cruel Summer to Willow and Epiphany. Brow creased slightly and sometimes his hand resting on his beard when he sees something particularly disturbing. You can find him in quiet contemplation or he may look to you in bewilderment. “What has happened here?”
The Turtle
Coming across a large aquatic reptile in all of this is a bit unexpected. Though when it calls out to him and explains her predicament, he hesitates. Her need of help tugs at him deep down. Stirring a desire that he’s squashed for the past decade. However, instead of jumping at the chance like he used to, he simply shakes his head dejectedly.
“I’m sorry, I can’t help you.”
There’s a remorse in his tone though as he says it and starts to turn away.
“You’ll have to find someone else.”