Donnal Vorn was a warrior, a master of lightsaber combat, but a teacher? Not quite. Patience had never been what he excelled at. Still, it was expected of him to at some point take on a Padawan, an apprentice he would teach the lore of the Order and the ways of the Force to, as well as train him how and, perhaps more importantly, when to use a lightsaber. The idea did not appeal to him quite so much, that much is true, but eventually he relented. Perhaps he came around to realizing that the members of the Jedi Council, who would raise the subject time and again, were right. Or perhaps he simply grew tired of being pestered time and again. So, he would choose a Jedi Youngling to share whatever wisdom and skills he had accumulated thus far. But he would do so on his own terms, the choice being his and his alone.

Being a warrior first and foremost, though one tempered by the teachings of the Order and the Jedi Code, the Jedi Knight knew the dangers and pitfalls combat could lead to, and those were not simply injury or even death. Arrogance, anger, passion, hatred and more were unseen foes that one might come to regard as allies if they were not careful, vigilant. And allies such as those could very easily lead to the Dark Side. So his apprentice would have to be someone who was kind and compassionate, level-headed. His apprentice would have to be someone who not only possessed the skill to wield and use a lightsaber, but also someone who would not lose himself when fighting with it. After all, Donnal himself saw that at times he enjoyed a duel perhaps a bit too much, a slippery slope if ever there was one as far as he was concerned. And perhaps the reason why he avoided teaching a Padawan what he knew. It took him a while, but he did manage to find that someone in a boy by the name of Jonas Cray.

Jonas showed not only skill with the lightsaber, but incredible aptitude at not just following instructions well, but actually understanding and absorbing techniques and making them his own after seeing them enough, though the time and repetitions needed did vary depending on the complexity of the technique. Still, he had the makings of a great duelist, as good as or perhaps even better than Vorn himself. Despite it though, the boy was neither prideful nor quick to draw his lightsaber; though when he did need to do so, he did it without anger, remaining focused on the fight at hand but without passion fueling his strikes. It was as if he was seeing every duel, every fight, even those avoided and never started, even those he lost, as a chance to learn and hone his skills. Suffice to say, Donnal Vorn was quite pleased with his choice of a Padawan and perhaps more than a little proud when that Padawan made his first lightsaber under the Jedi Knight's tutelage and guidance.

And then came the Battle of the Star Forge, a battle Jonas' Master joined, as he and many other Jedi Knights and Jedi Masters fought alongside Republic forces only to be betrayed by Revan. That was the last time he saw Donnal Vorn, who, like many others of the Order, never returned. He had little time to dwell on the tragedy though, as soon after chaos followed. With the Republic broken and the Sith without a doubt ready to descend upon what Jedi remained, he, along with others, fled the Temple at Coruscant as the Jedi Order scattered to the four winds.

Finding himself alone, he managed to board a ship about to leave the planet, its destination the last thing that interested him then. Instead, his mind was still reeling from everything that had transpired in what seemed like so short a time. And prominent among his thoughts the fate of his Master, for the young Padawan did not feel him die. He expected a feeling of pain, of loss if that were true, if Donnal Vorn had perished, but there was nothing. Was he still alive, having managed to escape death only to fight or at least resurface another day? Had he indeed died so very far away that even through the Force Jonas would not have been able to feel his demise? Or had he fallen to the Dark Side, having given himself over to the fighting he had admitted he enjoyed perhaps a little too much?

These questions are still unanswered twenty years later, though Jonas does not bring them to mind quite so often anymore. Having used his lightsaber, or even the Force for that matter, little if at all since his fleeing the Temple and Coruscant, he has been moving about ever since, not staying on one planet for too long, and generally laying low, using his wits and skills and taking odd jobs here and there to make ends meet. Still, he has not forgotten the way things were and he still keeps the Jedi Code alive in his mind, trying to live by it, or at least as much as he can given the circumstances, and to lend aid when aid is needed, though he does try to do so without attracting too much attention to himself.

But perhaps the time is coming, if it has not come already, that he can no longer keep on avoiding attention, that he must make a choice. For he has heard whispered talks of a Resistance.

Faith (The Jedi Code)

Although the Jedi Code and the Order's teachings are almost first and foremost the guiding principles in his life, Jonas does have other incentives, such as defending and helping those who cannot do so themselves, as well as perhaps even playing a role in restoring the Jedi Order and the Republic. Of course, one may very well say that these so to speak secondary motivations are simply extensions of his primary one. Besides the above though, there is one more reason that keeps him in the Resistance, that being the presence of several practitioners of different and varied Forms of lightsaber combat, Forms he is interested in learning more about.

Compassion/Hatred (59)

Fit and agile, Jonas stands close to six feet tall and is possessed of an athletic build, albeit a little on the slender side, his physique the result of both his Jedi training of old and his life so far, especially after the fall of the Order. Opting almost always for a clean-shaven look, at least if he can help it, he is fair of skin with medium-length dark brown hair and hazel eyes. Despite a certain dryness of wit bordering on snark at times, he is compassionate and friendly and with a smile not far from his lips; indeed, saying that he is more often seen with one than without would not be too far from the truth.

Usually seen in simple functional attire, at times complemented by a hooded thermal cloak to keep both heat and cold away, he shows a preference for clothes that are as comfortable and non-restrictive as possible, yet sturdy enough to provide at least a modicum of protection. His other possessions appear meager, amounting to little more than a slugthrower pistol holstered by his right hip and a utility belt containing various useful items within it. Still, there is one more thing he carries on him almost at all times, his lightsaber, which is kept not hanging from his belt but fastened across it in the small of his back and is usually hidden under a jacket or some other piece of clothing, as well as his cloak when he wears it.