Welcome all! This is a private, independent, selective roleplay account for Caleb Dume who is also known as Kanan Jarrus from the Star Wars franchise. This portrayal will have similarities from the source material, but will also be heavily headcanon based/canon divergent, and will take things post empire from Legends. Important information such as rules and changes will be down below under the link. If you have any other questions, feel free to message me!
When the time comes for him to be knighted, he finds peace with Caleb Dume. From that point on, he goes by Caleb Dume.
As much as I find Hera and Kanan cute, I won’t be writing them as if they are in a relationship. However, this doesn’t mean I’m not open to shipping with a Hera. I personally would rather find a connection with one.
The Ghost doesn’t get too involved with the Rebellion, at least Caleb and Ezra don’t. They continue to take from the Empire, train, and help people in anyway they can, and stay based on Lothal. I think with two Jedi being involved in the rebellion as deeply as speaking with Mon Mothma and Bail Organa doesn’t give the shock to Luke Skywalker as it should. This is my personal preference, and makes sense for the story as a whole.
Rules to follow! I'll keep it simple:
Mun: My name's AJ! I love characters, love talking about them all the time. I love to read and write. I mostly read horror, and recently found it's actually a favorite genre of mine. I'm a nerd, a dork, hella shy, and would love to be your friend!
Please be kind and respectful! If there are any issues with me, please come to me in an appropriate manner. I don't bite, I promise. We all know we can't read each other's minds!
NS.FW. It could be possible on this blog since i have yet to decide if I will make a sideblog for it or not. Either way, I will only write this with those I am comfortable with.
Shipping. I love to ship. I'm opened to it as long as we both are good with it, and talk about our muses to see if they click.
Controversial characters. Totally down to write with any type of character. I won't limit myself. If this bothers you, please do not follow.
Triggers. I'll tag what I can/remember. I will NOT write with drunk muses. This doesn't need to be tagged for your threads, I just don't want to deal with it one-on-one.
OCs/Fandoms. Totally chill with OCs, just have some type of an about page. I can try and fit my muses into anything, and will follow blogs I can see working (even if I don't know the fandom).
Be patient! I have a full time job and a few other blogs I hop on. I usually go with the flow, see what muse I have. Plus please be aware that I struggle with depression. Some Days are good and others not so much.
OOC. I love to chat ooc. Through IMs or discord. Whatever works for you. Although, discord is only open to mutuals.
Icons. I will be remaking my icons so it might take some time. Either way, I am find with not using icons.
Disney Star Wars/Sequels. Okay so... I am not a big fan of the sequels. I won't take much from most of Disney live action shows, but I am not a grouch! I'm very much open to talking to find a common ground for plotting!
HE HAD NEVER THOUGHT ABOUT IT, NOT WHILE HE WAS living at the Temple. His home planet. What was it like? Of course, he had found the information in the Jedi archives, but it was tucked away safely in his mind. While he was alone in space, he would look up what he could of the planet, but soon felt homesick for a life he could never have again. Who knew looking up a planet that he had never been would make him homesick for a place he knew. He chuckled at the idea, leaning back in his seat. His arms raised, stretched, and then placed his hands behind the back of his head. He let out a soft breath through his nose, teal eyes regard Hera.
AFTER LETTING THE SILENCE HANG A LITTLE LONGER, HE BROKE it with an airy laugh, “ I wondered about where the Jedi picked me up, but I never once sought it out. I didn’t need to, ” his voice calm as he thought, “ I thought about doing so once before we ran into each other, but I… ” a small pause, brows furrowed, “ I don’t know why I hadn’t. ” @oflightsbeam
TEACHING WAS THE GREATEST HEALING SALVE that one could apply to Master Dooku’s wounded soul. Granted, the war-weary Serennian nobleman had taught numerous apprentices as a SITH LORD, but by no means could such an experience ever compare to mentoring young force-sensitives as a JEDI MASTER. With this foregone conclusion Master Yoda had agreed, and thus, allowed his former padawan to return to teaching despite the vehement objections of many on the Jedi Council. Hence, his present tutelage of one Caleb Dume.
⠀⠀ ⠀Caleb was a bright young lad, albeit a bit uncertain of himself. The always austere expression upon his visage softened when the boy offered him a small smile, one which Dooku could not help but return. Dooku hesitated, then deactivated his lightsaber — no longer crimson red or sky blue, but rather, the alabaster white of a purified kyber crystal — and lowered himself to the ground. He settled into a sitting position beside Caleb, crossing his legs over each other and resting his hands in his lap.
“ Your master flatters me, young man, but I nevertheless hesitate to classify myself amongst duelists of a high caliber. ” Even whilst Dooku sought valiantly to practice HUMILITY, he could not help the widening of the smile that tugged at his lips. He bowed his head, making a mental note to thank Master Billaba for her compliment. “ Once one ascends to Jedi Masterhood, learning does not cease. If anything, more learning occurs. Every day, the master learns something new — often, from their own student. I am still learning, just like you. Being a master isn’t all that different from being a padawan, really. We are all students of the force, and of life. ”
⠀Dooku’s hazel eyes flickered down to the lightsaber hilt sitting in his lap, and he picked it up so that he could examine its familiar design. “ I do not think that this curved hilt has been particularly useful, nor do I think that it has been particularly detrimental. ” He mused, brow furrowing. “ It was merely an aesthetic choice, that is all. I wanted to stand out from my peers in every aspect that I could, and came to believe that a unique ightsaber would aid me in distinguishing myself. In the end, it proved fruitless; my deeds were what mattered. ”
CALEB KNEW HOW MUDDED SOME OF THE TEACHINGS HAD GOTTEN once the war had begun. Things changed ever so slightly in ways to fight. It was almost normal, but he knew deep down it wasn’t. Distant memories from his youngling mind told him otherwise. It only became more clear when battles lessened each day to show him what had once been. Caleb knew from here on out the Temple wouldn’t be the same… another change. Change happened, they had to acknowledge it, and move along with it.
BRIGHT EYES WATCHED THE WHITE BLADE WITH INTENSE INTEREST. There was a question there on the tip of his tongue. For now, he eased himself back against the wall, listening to the older Jedi. Caleb had been lightly scolded for the many questions he would shoot out before one could be answered. He bit the inside of his cheek to make certain he would be patient. There was nothing wrong with a little curiosity, but too much could lead to some wrongdoing.
THE YOUNG PADAWAN LISTENED CAREFULLY, CHOOSING TO STRAIGHTEN HIS POSTURE as Master Dooku took a seat next to him, “ Master Billaba said something similar to me before— a couple of times actually. ” The smile he gave turned sheepish. His eyes fell back to the hilt once Dooku picked it up to examine it. Caleb always wondered if there was any difference in the way some were built. Of course, a Jedi made it in a way it felt best in their hands which meant room for some aesthetics. Even though he knew this before… that question still slipped from his lips. It made him wince, and then turned his head to face the floor instead.
HIS REASONINGS FOR THE CURVED HILT WAS SOMETHING HE RELATED with. He wouldn’t change his life for a second, but being a youngling with peers… he apparently was the one they wanted to pick on. He wanted to prove himself, and tried to get Master Billaba’s attention. After all, he felt some sort of connection to her when he first spotted her in the bacta tank, “ I wanted to stand out from my peers too. I wanted to get into the action so badly, prove myself, get a Master— ” he sighed and shook his head, “ I know some are still hesitant about you, but for what it’s worth, I’m glad you’re with us again. I’m even more honored to be getting mentored by you, ” Caleb lifted his head to give another smile, a brighter one this time, “ Is that why your blade is white? I don’t think I’ve ever seen one that color. I mean, Master Windu’s is purple, but other than that I haven’t seen anything else. ”
“A fire burns inside you, Padawan. That, in itself, is not inherently wrong. It is my job to help you temper it. This is why I chose you to accompany me on this mission. I do so enjoy a challenge.”
TIRED, THE YOUNG PADAWAN SLUMPED TO THE GROUND. HE LET out a soft huff, thankful for this given break. He looked up at the Master Jedi, teal colored eyes a little wary. He heard a little of Count Dooku from fellow younglings at the time, and from his own Master when they went into battles, and yet here Dooku was— almost as if nothing happened. Caleb wasn’t so sure what to make of it. He guessed, in a way, it didn’t really bother him too much. The older Jedi was here now, and that’s what really mattered.
CALEB BIT DOWN ON HIS LOWER LIP, PLACING HIS LIGHTSABER on his hip. He pulled his knees up a little, and then placed his arms over his knees, “ I’m grateful for your teachings in lightsaber duel, ” he offered Dooku a small smile, “ My Master mentioned you are one of the very best, ” she had sent him here for some extra training tips and moves that he also knew he needed, “ Is a curved lightsaber hilt better? Does it help? ” He was a curious one. @prodijedi
HE DIDN’T LIKE TO TANGLE TOO MUCH INTO THE WAR, but Hera asked him specifically to help her with this one. How could he say no to her? Caleb didn’t fully listen to what it was he was supposed to do when she called over comm. However, replaying the comm message, it was clear of what he was to do, “ Oh, Hera, why did it have to be me? ” he mumbled as he eased around a building while placing the comm away in his tunic. As it was, he guessed he ought to do what was asked, and seek out this potential ally— this deviator from the Empire.
WITH PRACTICE EASE, HE SLIPPED INTO THE CANTINA AS ANY other local. He was careful, easing around customers as they mingled. Sightless eyes were focused on the floor, and with the Force guiding him, he found a table in the back. While taking a seat, he casually ran his hand over his blaster and lightsaber to make sure they were still there. He breathed out, muscles only slightly relaxed now that he was seated. Despite the way he appeared, he reached out with his senses so he could feel any changes in the area, and be ready for them. @valorums
IT DIDN’T HAPPEN OFTEN, AND IF IT DID, THE YOUNG one never imagined it being Anakin Skywalker. He’s heard the stories, the battles he fought alongside Obi-Wan Kenobi, and the ever looming prophecy on the man’s head. It must be a stressful realization for Anakin, yet Caleb couldn’t help the gleam of admiration in his eyes with a single sideways glance upward. He was a hero amongst the younger, a figure all of them wanted to strive to be. And he, Caleb Dume, was going to fight alongside him! When he made it back to the Temple he would surely tell his friends all about it.
DESPITE HIS EXCITEMENT, THERE WAS A LINGERING ANXIETY AS HE stood next to Master Skywalker. Blue-greens trailed away as his thoughts strayed to his own Master. Caleb began to wonder how her own separate mission was going. Would she be alright? Would she need him? He was so unfocused that he didn’t even notice the group departing from the small briefing until an armored body bumped his own. There was a genuine apology before the Padawan realized they were all leaving the area. Blinking, and not wanting to be left behind, he hurried to Anakin’s side, “ Soooo… ” Caleb tried to shake the fog in his mind, “ What is it we’re exactly doing? ” Something about a base? Or droid depot? @jedimessiah
