LIVE / FIGHT

WELCOME!

  Welcome to my roleplay account for Kanan Jarrus, or also known as Caleb Dume. I am selective, and I am low active. I am 23 years old, (she/her), and I deal with depression.

    - The take I have is mostly HC based. There are many things undecided on part for my Kanan, and most of it will be decided upon interaction. Note that those who knew Kanan before can still call him Caleb. 

                                  BLOOD RELATED PROMPTS.

@lonedestined​ said: “  your bandages— you’re bleeding through them.  ”

                       Wounds   were...   just   that.   He   gripped   his   side,   feeling   the   wetness   seep   through.   His   bandages   needed   to   be   changed.   That,   and   the   fact   he   wasn’t   getting   the   rest   when   he   should   be.   His   blood   pumps   faster   through   his   system   with   anxiety   and   effort.   Kanan’s   mind   was   elsewhere,   not   here   with   himself.   Would   his   Master   be   disappointed?   Wasn’t   sacrificing   himself   for   others?   

               before the fall:     battle prompts.

@vagasbonds​ asked: “ …we need a diversion. someone needs to go back there, buy the rest of you guys more time… ” / from adult omega :)

                       Head   shifted   towards   the   female   at   his   side.   Masked   gaze   slightly   looking   down,   body   posture   was   that   of   a   Jedi   ready   to   protect.   It   was   slight,   subtle,   but   clearly   there   to   the   eyes   of   those   who   looked.   The   Empire   started   to   get   more   cold   these   days,   and   it   was   quite   irritating.   However,   that   was   the   last   of   his   worries.   Mind   in   the   now.   

               His   lightsaber   twitched   in   his   grip,   breath   drawn   inward,   and   then   let   out   through   his   nose.   His   head   moved,   eyes   glanced   behind   him   as   if   he   could   actually   see   the   hall.   Of   course,   in   a   strange   way   he   could,   “   Yeah,   I   agree,   ”   he   finally   said.   Milky   hues   behind   his   mask   narrowed   in   thought,   “   But,   no   I   don’t   think   we   should.   If   anyone   were   to   stay   behind,   it's   me.   However,   I   think   we   can   try   and   come   up   with   something   where   we   both   are   able   to   leave   at   the   same   time.   ”   he   stressed   the   word.

eyes narrow behind second hand plastoid helmet , brow raising to herself in question . there’s something curious about the ominous way he speaks – especially for a man whose back was turned to her ; it reminds her distantly of someone in a far off memory on that rainstormed planet . ultimately , it doesn’t matter . not now .

omega raises her hands as she rises away from her perch to show innocence if he truly can see her . boots drag against over the rough terrain , her carefully modulated voice breaking through light winds ,  ❛ easy there , mr . tall and mysterious . i’m a FRIENDLY . friend of rex’s , actually . ‘m here to HELP . ❜

               He   was   on   edge   for   just   a   brief   second.   Always   tense   since   he   lost   his   eyesight.   Hand   easily   hovered   over   his   lightsaber,   thinking   to   himself   if   he   wanted   to   go   down   this   road   or   not.   He   was   not   one   to   start   a   fight,   but   he   would   be   ready.   Though   the   more   time   he   spent   in   this   presence,   the   more   he   came   to   realize   that   perhaps   he   knew   this   person.   Long   ago   it   felt   like.

He felt like he was learning something new every time Caleb opened his mouth. A crew? At least he hadn’t been alone all this time. That was good. Being alone was… Difficult. 

“I guess I’ll have to meet this ‘crew’ of yours first.” He shrugged. “Before I make any decisions.” Though it would be hard to step away from a familiar face. It’s all he had wanted for so long. He didn’t want to lose it - to lose Caleb. Not again. He hoped that Caleb’s friends would understand the sentiment. It was awfully lonely being one of the last. He didn’t want to go back to that.

… And it sounded like Caleb hadn’t, either. That was the most surprising news of all. 

“A padawan?” He blinked. He knew what that meant, but it had to process for a moment before it really sunk in. A padawan. A new generation. A new life. “Huh.” 

It’s a simple response, but he’s trying to roll around whatever emotion he’s feeling in his mind until he figures it out. Then he smiles. 

“That’s amazing.” And it is. It’s incredible. “You certainly have been keeping busy.” He glances back to Caleb and raises a curious brow. 

“How long have you been training them?”

                    He   smiled   upon   his   words,   “   Of   course.   I   think   they   would   be   excited   to   meet   you.   Anyone   from   my   past   I’m   sure   they   would   enjoy.   Besides,   they   would   probably   want   some   stories   by   someone   who   knew   me,   ”   he   shook   his   head   at   the   thought.   No,   Caleb   didn’t   share   much   of   what   happened   to   him   or   his   life   before.   The   only   person   who   knew   the   most   was   probably   Hera.   Even   then   she   didn’t   exactly   know   everything.   Most   things   Caleb   wanted   to   forget   about   it,   “   Just   promise   me   you   will   give   me   a   little   grace.   ”   to   this,   he   chuckled.

               In   all   honesty,   he   didn’t   want   to   leave   a   friend.   He   lost   so   much,   and   all   he   wanted   to   was   to   keep   and   save.   Meeting   up   with   Braig   after   all   these   years   felt   good.   To   know   that   he   wasn’t   the   last   one,   that   his   friend   of   all   things   survived.   He   hoped   Braig   would   make   the   choice   to   stay.   He   really   couldn’t   see   the   crew   saying   no   to   that.   It   would   mean   the   galaxy   to   him.   However,   in   the   end,   it   was   Braig’s   choice.

                    Caleb   never   really   saw   himself   as   a   teacher,   seeing   that   he   never   finished   his   own   training,   but   the   boy   needed   guidance.   He   couldn’t   allow   him   to   fall   to   temptations,   to   be   vulnerable   around   the   darkness.   It   was   safer   that   he   learned   now   that   he   had   explored   his   abilities,   “   Yeah...   I   just   hope   I’m   doing   him   justice.   I   never   really   saw   myself   as   a   teacher,   and   really   didn’t   think   to   be   either.   ”   he   shrugged   his   shoulders.