Rynah is an old human skilled in the use of the Force, a Jedi of some skill level. The old man is probably approaching 80 years old. He walks with a pronounced limp and often will complain about his arthritis. He rarely wears Jedi robes, preferring to wear clothes that a farmer or shopkeeper might wear. Rynah has little hair remaining, but what he does tends to remain uncombed. He often smells of muscle relaxing ointments.
Rynah is at least in the early stages of senility. His moods sometimes change dramatically in short periods of time. He rarely is vicious or mean, but often his mind seems to wander. Even his speech patterns change. He is extremely good at changing his accent in any language he speaks, and can mimic any accent he hears. No one knows what his personality was like when he was young.
Rynah has fought at least in several major battles. He rarely goes into detail except to say that he was there. His skills with the lightsaber are strong, and he seems exceptionally good at using his powers to remain hidden. He often will wander about the ship without anyone actually noting his presence, without actually seeming to intend to do it. However, Rynah is somewhat useless when it comes to any other skills. He is rather clueless about the operation of his own ship, preferring to hire others to fly it while he enjoys the ride. He does have a wealth of knowledge about politics and Jedi history.
Rynah owns an old KR-TB Doomtreader Freighter (CWCG 79) along with a P2 Astromech Droid (CWCG 69). The freighter is in a poor state of repair and probably a couple years from just flat falling apart. The droid is fairly worn down also, but works fairly well. The last pilot and mechanic Rynah hired had been happy to take his money and do as little work as possible. It shows. The freighter and droid were returned to Rynah.
Established by drkrough
Knew a young Jedi of similary disposition, attitude, and even looks named Arsaec. The two claimed no relation to each other. They had some sort of falling out in their youth.
Has some sort of past involving Corellia.
Anyone can use Rynah, however, he should not be stated out in any way, and we should probably avoid meeting him face to face. He's best used as an annoying holovid. That's just a suggestion, not a requirement.
The room was sparsely appointed and just big enough for one man to live comfortably. A single desk sat against the far wall, beneath a viewport looking out over the stars. A bed folded neatly into the wall, giving some more room during the daytime, while the closet and dresser were secreted behind other sections of wall. The room had no decorations except for a single item on the desk- a metallic ball the size of a fist.
The old man, his sparse hair is still uncombed and still refusing to wear the robes of the Jedi, sat quietly. He rolled a metal cylinder back and forth across the surface of desk several times, his lightsaber. He hadn't used the weapon in years, and still found little love for activating it. His eyes moved to the metal ball, and he recalled the last time he used the lightsaber in combat.
An hour or two passes while he waited, the patience of a Jedi Master allowing the time to pass effortlessly.
Eventually his hand drifted over to the metal ball. The ball had a number of uses, at least six that he knows of, plus he believed there were at least two more he has not discovered yet. One use, recording, was the first he discovered and the one he was most intimately familiar with. He reached out with the Force and felt the ball generally resist. He knew the secret, though, and the cracks in the shell he needed to touch. With that light touch, he opened the ball. The holos started flickering immediately.
The first few holos went through two young men, similar in appearance and stature, training at a Jedi Temple. Most of the holos were of them competing in various exercises, and generally the exercises end with either no clear winner, or both simply being exhausted. The young men were ridiculously evenly matched.
The final holo is much longer than the rest. It begins with a lightsaber duel, and the two warriors stick to tried and true forms and positions as they fight. Soon, though, the fight begins to escalate. The combatants begin using bits and pieces of the surroundings. At first a book tossed towards the face, or a chair moved to block a path. From there, the battle grows more intense and even recording mechanism has a hard time tracking everything. Debris is thrown and countered, destroyed and reconstituted as the duel moves rapidly about the area. Acrobatic lunges are countered by blinding movement, countered by force pushes and pulls, and all the while the holo records the moves.
For fifteen minutes the holo records the battle. The ending comes swiftly and unexpectedly, and the holo doesn't manage to record what happens. Instead, the feed goes to static for a moment, and then focuses back in with one of the men standing over the other, his sword at the throat of the prostate man. The two men smile, though even on the holo the prostate man's smile looks a bit forced. They clasp hands and the victor aids his fallen foe in rising. The holo ends with them walking away.
" You can't save them all," the voice said behind him. A soft glow now filled the room as the ghostly form came around beside the desk, and took a seat as if it were real. " Some people have simply moved beyond redemption."
" I don't believe that, and neither do you. Anakin was saved." It probably said something of Rynah that he used the Jedi name instead of the name everyone knew- Vader.
The force ghost nodded in agreement, but then countered, " Arsaec isn't your father."
Rynah looked over at the ghostly form, still shrouded in Jedi robes and eyes hidden behind the dark hood. " Neither are you, my blood comes from the other twin."
The force ghost smiled for a moment, and then faded from the room. Alone in the dark, the old man closed up the metal ball, the holos fading back into memory.