WILL YUN LEE / / have you met TARRE VIZSLA yet ? THEY are a 50 year old NONBINARY HUMAN. they’re originally from MANDALORE and now show loyalty to THE MANDALORIANS. they are best known for being a MAND’ALOR / JEDI, and i hear they’re pretty THOUGHTFUL yet also INTENSE at times ; i hope they survive the galactic civil war.
❛ just follow the simple instruction if you ever come here. it’s easy to remember -- any idiot can do it. don’t cry, the world has ABANDONED us. ❜
THE PAST.
legends begin in little moments. before tarre vizsla stood for anything, there was a lone mandalorian without her armor, standing at the entrance of the coruscant jedi temple and setting her baby down. clan vizsla had no power, no influence, no PROTECTION for a young force sensitive. she knew her child deserved to live with those like them, despite those who would say she broke the resol’nare. her only hope was that one day, they would find their way home. tarre never met their mother. still, the original colors of their armor were black -- JUSTICE, always -- and red -- HONORING A PARENT -- for the first mandalorian willing to name their child jetii with love.
tarre was raised in the jedi order of the new sith wars, before their complete militarization ; they were scrambling for solid footing, jedi lords leading their sectors with no unity against bands of sith. these were early days of the conflict that would span two thousand years -- things had not reached their desperate peak, and so tarre wasn’t QUITE a child soldier, gained a little more time. they were good, but they were not exceptional. their talent for violence seemed almost INHERENT.
they met their first mandalorian at the age of fifteen. hearing their surname had given the old man pause when tarre and their master met him during a scouting mission to the outer rim ; they learned their first scraps of HERITAGE, returned to the temple with snippets of mando’a humming on their tongue. at seventeen, their trial of knighthood sent them to the surface of mandalore, undercover, tangling with local sith attacks for several months. tarre had always been a terrible liar, and they would not deny the truth that was their family. they met their grandmother, the head of their clan, and by the time they returned to the jedi, they had a heart of BESKAR.
becoming the go to jedi for mandalorian problems, they earned respect within in the order, trained a padawan, fought the war. more IMPORTANTLY : they earned respect within the mandalorians, learned their language, their history, and bit by bit, gathered their beskar. when they were thirty, they could no longer walk the line. they left the jedi order, and they swore full allegiance to clan vizsla. their people were without a manda’lor. the sith continued to target them, and they would not ally themself with either jedi or sith, many high ranking mandalorians being slaughtered throughout the fighting as they defended their homes. the clans were SCATTERED, fragmented, allied only loosely, the ongoing threat barely enough to keep them from infighting. tarre served clan vizsla, and began to dream, to PLAN.
the crystal of the darksaber was a secret that they would take to their grave. if they found it, if they built it -- they told no one. there were stories, whispers, they did not comment. the tale went as such : tarre left mandalore to forge their blade. when they returned, they found their family in RUINS. clan vizsla had sacrificed to protect others, had lost many. tarre had not been there to defend them. and so the darksaber was born with a price, a bloody one. they set their mind to justice, to vengeance, made their loss a RALLYING CRY.
it was not easy. they fought sith, they fought other mandalorians, they fought themself. but in the end, they built a legacy that would endure forever. all of mandalore united under their darksaber, under their NAME. vizsla. ( whispered dar’manda, dar’jetii. ) mand’alor. they turned their focus to ending war, driving the sith out of mandalorian space, ESTABLISHING mandalorian space. building a strong people who they hoped would live together, thrive together. who would never let go of their culture, of their warrior path, but could still enjoy peace.
betrayal can break even the strongest foundations. they were an unknown variable, an unpredictability to the jedi, even a traitor. they had slipped away with so many who defected to the sith, but they had done something DIFFERENT, something DANGEROUS. they had raised their old enemy from the ashes into something great, and what would they do with that strength ? and of course, there were always those who wanted more for themselves, more power, more control. even in death, tarre found a way to bring jedi and mandalorian together : they KILLED tarre together, after all.
that was not how the story was remembered. the jedi did not have one. it was not spoken of. the mandalorians mentioned no personal betrayal. they spoke only of jedi trickery, jedi jealousy, jedi FEAR striking down their mand’alor. millennia later, the long hushed story was yelled as clan vizsla broke into the jedi temple to seize the very darksaber that tarre had NEVER wanted them to have.
THE PRESENT.
with their last memory being overwhelming warning in the force as the shadows turn on them, tarre is surprised to find themself alive, breathing, standing on mandalore. it is the same home they had known, but it is not, fragmented once more. they have their beskar. they do not have their blade. they are unsure as to what is going on, as to what time they find themself in, but they want what they always have : justice and unity for the mandalorian people.
PERSONALITY.
tarre wears armor of black with cracks of gold shining through. JUSTICE has always been their focus, their driving force ; it is their darksaber, it is themself. but VENGEANCE has its place too, seeds of anger in their heart, of viciousness. it has been very hard for tarre to toe the line between light and dark in the force during their years as mand’alor, as an unstoppable warrior and general, but they have managed it, have not fallen. they meditate frequently, have an unshakeble moral code, carefully consider every move that they make.
they bring an intensity to everything that they do, an absolute drive that can feel like staring directly into a SUN. when they set their mind on something, they will work themself to the bone until they achieve it, be it mastering a lightsaber form or brokering diplomacy between warring factions. they are a natural warrior, but they know the importance of words, always willing to find the nonviolent solution. they want PEACE, see war as inevitably destructive even with good intent, but they do not flinch away from conflict. it is a slight contradiction, but they contain multitudes ; they have grown used to occasionally contradicting themself.
they are a philosopher too, purposeful in all of their decisions, pondering problems of the force, the resol’nare, conflict, duty. they want balanced scales above all, no harm unanswered for, but HOW far is TOO far ? where is the line ? they will question everything silently, endless intelligence hidden behind dark eyes. they are often quiet, but it is not a cold thing, not distant. they seem too focused on the moment for that, carrying with them such a PRESENCE with such piercing gaze that it is hard to imagine they could ever be anywhere else.
tarre is keenly aware of the line between mandalorian and jedi, the impossibility of building that bridge. both sides have some dark in them, have some light. they are mandalorian before they are jedi. they cannot be mandalorian without being jedi. they HAVE to be both. they cannot, will not, split themself into two.
