Basic stats.
Name: Ben Skywalker
Age: 16
Height: Slightly less than average for his age (he was 167cm at 14 and has grown since then, idk)
Weight: Whatever you get from being “well-muscled” at 16 (he was 55kg at 14)
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Red (note: it is never red in official art. This is because canon artists are dumb)
Other: Nothing else special. Carries a lightsaber.
Notes for Psychics and Other Magic Users: If your character can identify Jedi or other magic-y types, feel free to pick that up about Ben. The exception is when Ben is doing “Force” camouflage - it eradicates the distinction between Ben and the rest of the universe as this excerpt covers:
“I don’t know which way I’ll jump when the time comes,” Ben said. “Nobody does. But I’ll try to do what’s right for the majority.”
Jacen’s smile was utterly luminous for a moment, but then it faded as if he’d recalled something awful. His Force presence vanished for a few seconds, then returned. That was weird, Ben thought: Jacen was standing right next to him, so what was he hiding from?
“Can you teach me how to do that?” Ben asked. “Hide in the Force?”
Jacen seemed shaken. “Why?”
“Because Lumiya is trying to kill me. I thought it might come in handy.” And for avoiding Mom and Dad sometimes. Yes, it would be handy. “Mom says she’s got evidence that I killed - that Lumiya thinks I killed her daughter. I don’t remember a thing about what happened on that asteroid, Jacen, but maybe it doesn’t matter, because Lumiya believes it, and I bet she was behind what happened on Ziost.”
Jacen’s face was carefully blank. Ben couldn’t tell what he was thinking now, not even from the Force.
“Yes, why not?” Jacen said. His voice was softer, almost hesitant. “Don’t you worry about Lumiya. She’s not up to killing you.”
“When can we start?”
“It’s very simple.”
“Yeah,” Ben said dubiously.
“No, it is. The principle is simple - it’s the practice that’s hard. It might take you years to master it.” Jacen motioned him to sit down on the floor. “Come on. Meditation position.”
Ben sat down cross-legged and closed his eyes automatically, taking deeper and slower breaths until he reached the stage where the world beyond him seemed distant and he was hyper-aware of his own body, even the movement of blood in his veins.
Jacen’s voice seemed to be coming from another time and place. “You’re contained. The world can’t touch you.”
“Yes.”
“Now break the shell. Break the container.” Jacen’s tone was even and soothing. “See the world in its component atoms. See yourself as atoms, too. Find the line where you end and the world begins.”
Ben visualized the room around him and the air in it. It became a frozen snowfall of varying density, some particles clustered, some scattered; then he looked into himself, and saw the microscopic unevenness of the surface of his skin, and the overlapping plates of keratin in his hair, and then beyond that to where he was just like the room around him - a snowstorm of molecules. Some of the room was within him as oxygen and dust, and some of him was in the room as fragments of skin and droplets of water.
There was no line. There was no edge that divided Ben Skywalker from the room, or from Coruscant, or some the galaxy. He merged with it all, and it merged with him. There was nothing solid: just a warm, drifting sea of molecules, some of which assembled loosely and long enough to be Ben Skywalker…
“So you can do it…”
Jacen’s voice drifted from a long way away. Ben suddenly felt as if he were dissolving and would never be whole again. Panic gripped him. He jerked his eyes open with a massive effort like tearing open rock with his bare hands, an effort so immense that he found himself gasping for air.
“Oh… wow…”
“Now,” Jacen said softly, “you see why practice is necessary. But full marks for technique.”
“How does that hide me?”
“You blend in with the universe. Think of it as Force camouflage. The trick is to become so comfortable with it that you can slip into this state of being… dissolved, yet still carry on functioning, fully aware.”
Ben couldn’t even manage another wow. He was absolutely determined to master the technique, and at the same time scared by it because it felt like a seductive, comfortable death. He was afraid he might sink so deply into it that he’d never get out again.
It was as close as he’d ever come to both knowing and feeling what the Force was. He felt he’d never be the same again, or see the world in quite the same way.
Wow.
“You need to practice regularly,” said Jacen.
Ben nodded, worried about looking too enthusiastic. It was more than just a useful way to evade his father now. It was worth pursuing in its own right, for the sheer sensation of it. “I will,” he said.
. Physically, he’d still present, but to any spiritual or magical senses he won’t be there at all.
“Can I recognize Star Wars at him?”: Yes.
And I looooooooooooooooove tags, so the answer to "Can I tag in?" is always yes.
Age: 16
Height: Slightly less than average for his age (he was 167cm at 14 and has grown since then, idk)
Weight: Whatever you get from being “well-muscled” at 16 (he was 55kg at 14)
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Red (note: it is never red in official art. This is because canon artists are dumb)
Other: Nothing else special. Carries a lightsaber.
Notes for Psychics and Other Magic Users: If your character can identify Jedi or other magic-y types, feel free to pick that up about Ben. The exception is when Ben is doing “Force” camouflage - it eradicates the distinction between Ben and the rest of the universe as this excerpt covers:
“I don’t know which way I’ll jump when the time comes,” Ben said. “Nobody does. But I’ll try to do what’s right for the majority.”
Jacen’s smile was utterly luminous for a moment, but then it faded as if he’d recalled something awful. His Force presence vanished for a few seconds, then returned. That was weird, Ben thought: Jacen was standing right next to him, so what was he hiding from?
“Can you teach me how to do that?” Ben asked. “Hide in the Force?”
Jacen seemed shaken. “Why?”
“Because Lumiya is trying to kill me. I thought it might come in handy.” And for avoiding Mom and Dad sometimes. Yes, it would be handy. “Mom says she’s got evidence that I killed - that Lumiya thinks I killed her daughter. I don’t remember a thing about what happened on that asteroid, Jacen, but maybe it doesn’t matter, because Lumiya believes it, and I bet she was behind what happened on Ziost.”
Jacen’s face was carefully blank. Ben couldn’t tell what he was thinking now, not even from the Force.
“Yes, why not?” Jacen said. His voice was softer, almost hesitant. “Don’t you worry about Lumiya. She’s not up to killing you.”
“When can we start?”
“It’s very simple.”
“Yeah,” Ben said dubiously.
“No, it is. The principle is simple - it’s the practice that’s hard. It might take you years to master it.” Jacen motioned him to sit down on the floor. “Come on. Meditation position.”
Ben sat down cross-legged and closed his eyes automatically, taking deeper and slower breaths until he reached the stage where the world beyond him seemed distant and he was hyper-aware of his own body, even the movement of blood in his veins.
Jacen’s voice seemed to be coming from another time and place. “You’re contained. The world can’t touch you.”
“Yes.”
“Now break the shell. Break the container.” Jacen’s tone was even and soothing. “See the world in its component atoms. See yourself as atoms, too. Find the line where you end and the world begins.”
Ben visualized the room around him and the air in it. It became a frozen snowfall of varying density, some particles clustered, some scattered; then he looked into himself, and saw the microscopic unevenness of the surface of his skin, and the overlapping plates of keratin in his hair, and then beyond that to where he was just like the room around him - a snowstorm of molecules. Some of the room was within him as oxygen and dust, and some of him was in the room as fragments of skin and droplets of water.
There was no line. There was no edge that divided Ben Skywalker from the room, or from Coruscant, or some the galaxy. He merged with it all, and it merged with him. There was nothing solid: just a warm, drifting sea of molecules, some of which assembled loosely and long enough to be Ben Skywalker…
“So you can do it…”
Jacen’s voice drifted from a long way away. Ben suddenly felt as if he were dissolving and would never be whole again. Panic gripped him. He jerked his eyes open with a massive effort like tearing open rock with his bare hands, an effort so immense that he found himself gasping for air.
“Oh… wow…”
“Now,” Jacen said softly, “you see why practice is necessary. But full marks for technique.”
“How does that hide me?”
“You blend in with the universe. Think of it as Force camouflage. The trick is to become so comfortable with it that you can slip into this state of being… dissolved, yet still carry on functioning, fully aware.”
Ben couldn’t even manage another wow. He was absolutely determined to master the technique, and at the same time scared by it because it felt like a seductive, comfortable death. He was afraid he might sink so deply into it that he’d never get out again.
It was as close as he’d ever come to both knowing and feeling what the Force was. He felt he’d never be the same again, or see the world in quite the same way.
Wow.
“You need to practice regularly,” said Jacen.
Ben nodded, worried about looking too enthusiastic. It was more than just a useful way to evade his father now. It was worth pursuing in its own right, for the sheer sensation of it. “I will,” he said.
. Physically, he’d still present, but to any spiritual or magical senses he won’t be there at all.
“Can I recognize Star Wars at him?”: Yes.
And I looooooooooooooooove tags, so the answer to "Can I tag in?" is always yes.