Who and what are you? From where do you come, to where are you going? Tell us about yourself.
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Few men truly serve more than one cause. Sure, you might pay lip service to many and support others, but which cause do you serve most? The Galactic Republic and the Jedi order, or the glorious Sith Empire? If you have other causes you pay some service to, you may mention them as well.
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Eyes grow weak with age. They cannot see you clearly. Would you kindly describe what you look like and the sort of clothes you wear? Do not leave out anything you think would be relevant. Are you young? Old? Human? Alien? Male? Female? Scarred? Deformed? Yellow? Blue? Green? Red?
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Now you have described somewhat about yourself, but you have not covered why you fight. Is it out of idealistic belief, or is it something else?
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Surely you are not like everyone else. What sort of skills make you stand out from the rest? Do they stand out because you excel at them, or because you fail miserably?
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You have not been in touch with the rest so far. How do you relate to them? Are there any friends of yours among them? any enemies? Or perhaps you even have family therein? Do not hesitate here because you do not see yourself mentioned in other players' character sheets. They may simply have forgotten to write you up. Correct that mistake, would you?
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The past makes you who you are. What sort of events made you the one you are? Do some events mean more to you than others? Did you have a good or a bad life?
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No good character is without his or her flaws. Nobody’s perfect. The heroes, be they good or evil, tend to have more blatant flaws than the tagalongs. What be thine flaws?
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No matter if you are a Jedi or a Sith, you probably made a lightsaber once upon a time. What does it look like?

If you wield a Lightsaber, which of the Seven combat forms has your order trained you in?
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What sort of person are you? Do you use the Force for combat, or do you prefer to wield its more mystical branches? Is there something you excel at above all other things? Is there something you are hopelessly bad at? What limitations do you have?
Don’t forget that this is in the middle of a war. Anyone of truly great skill would have been at or near the front lines.
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a) You are a Sith. How come you arrived now, several days after the others? Why would the powerful Darth Nyiss let you in at such a late time?
b) You are Jedi. Yet you have not been held with the other prisoners. Why not? Were you captured elsewhere? Did you just get captured? Or have you simply been isolated till now?
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Is there anything else you would like to mention about yourself? You know there is something. Don't be shy.
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Who and what are you?
Jayda Enor, a Zabrak.

You might have many masters or causes, but when it is ground down properly, you serve one side alone. Which is it? The Sith Empire or the Galactic Republic?

I once hoped I would be like my father, a Grey Force user, and walk the fine line of middle ground between light and dark. That path ended a long time ago. While some would consider me a Sith by association and currently serve the Sith Empire, only because I serve underneath my brother's murder. The day I finally took his offer my keff* had a dark feeling about the path I was taking but I’ve never wondered why.

*Judger of Change, an inner feeling and personal sense of future change

What do you look like, and how are you dressed?

Being a female Zabrak at height of 5’10”, I have a curved, graceful appearance that makes most view me as less of a combative threat compared to more sizable foes. That’s only because they have no decent knowledge about me and likely set in that ignorance, something I can use to my advantage. Though I’m told my movements sometimes have a sharpness that scream otherwise, giving a subtle warning about what I’m capable of. My eyes are dark purple and slightly narrow, eliminating any notions of innocence I might’ve once believed in. Skin tone is a pale peach rather close to natural human skin color thanks to my human heritage from my grandfather. Another trait I inherited from my human relative is the hair that graces my orat*. The color of tarnished gold and pulled back into a single braid, the end stops at the base of my neck. Among my hair are two horn sets of distinct different sizes. My first and smallest set seemed nothing more than studs then proper vestigial horns. Starting from the hairline the lighter color orat follow backwards to end at the top of my head, six in total, and each the same size. My second set is much more visible because they are at least half an inch longer and trailing around my ears, numbering four on each side.

My right ear has about three earrings fastened to the outer edge, closed and small looped. These are the only sign of glamour in my appearance as the rest is simple and suitable for a fight. My outfit covers me for the most part, leaving my head uncovered from neck up and gloves on my hands so I wield my weapons there's no likeliness of it slipping. It hides the flesh that’s covered in numerous scars from when Sish tried to break me. Many of these scars mix with my traditional Jato tattoos, beginning from the outer curve of my face, running down my neck to across the top of my shoulders and ending at many points of my body.

Closest to her outfit I can find.


Why do you fight? What thoughts and ideas influence your actions? What are the reasons behind it all?

It is in my nature as a Zabrak since my race is war-like and born warriors so how can I not fight? We achieve physical strength through sheer mental will and determination, proving it to all those that doubt because nothing is impossible if you believe it hard enough. This might explain why I believe I can achieve my revenge against the Sith that took the life of someone dear to me one day. My reason is petty and a weak excuse but when you know that person is dead because of you, it’s hard to allow his killer to walk away unpunished. I can’t live with that image of seeing my brother lying dead on the floor or the fact I failed in my weak attempts to avenge him. So revenge is my reason for the things I do, why I fight until the bitter end.

Do you have any skills that make you stand out from the crowd?

I have a photographic memory and the inability to forget anything, both rather useful when it comes to recalling anything I’ve seen, heard or been told. However it is both a blessing and a curse. It also means I can’t forget the harsh suffering I experience at Sish’s claws or the killing I’ve committed. It will always very fresh in my mind as the day it occurred whenever I recall it again. Like I said before it’s a double edged blade.

I pride myself on my agility, adaptability and endurance, skills I’ve improved though mental and physical disciple. Being a Zabrak means I’m a hardy species so I can withstand a large amount of damage, but like everyone I have my limits. I can also tolerate high levels of pain as demonstrated during my master’s attempt to break me, able to willed myself through it and continue the fight even when near death.

I’m a quicker learner then most when I’m not overcome with emotion, sometimes taking a short span of training for me to catch onto something new especially in my area of strength. Depending on its usefulness in surviving among the Sith, I can decide on whether to store it away for later or convert it to muscle memory. When making it muscle memory, it seems to take longer to make my body reflex automatically then when I first learn and perform it. Thinking about my moves is easy but training my body to do with as little to no thought at all takes a bit of time, at least a week or more depending on the complexity. Once fixed there it will never fade and I can focus on more important matters like how to stay one step ahead of those who would want me dead.

How do you relate to everyone else? Do you have any friends, family, foes or subordinates among them?

An begrudging Master and current teacher, Lord Sith Sish, is the murder that took my brother's life. He's a Lizard who I hate the most and vow to one day kill, setting both my brother's and my soul to rest. I can't just outright kill because despite what most believe of him, he's not as stupid as he looks. That's the dangerous part. So I must wait, buying my time until one day...

What made you the person you are today? How did the past influence your present?

It’s best to just tell you my past and present, than let you figure the answer out for yourself.

My father was Hymo Solusar, a half Zabrak/Human, and a Grey Jedi that had married and raised a family. My mother was Testa Enor and a pure blood Zabrak that he fell in love with, stating it was her beauty and grace that had him returning all the way back to Iridonia where they wed and lived. During each of his biological children’s births, my father tested us for a connection to the force. He feared one would test strongly with the force calling the attention of the Jedi and threatened to tear his family apart. None us of had tested positive much to our father’s relief.

I grew up among three other siblings. My elder brother and sister were Mehinn and Tarmira, twins, while the last child was younger, an adopted human named Malik. We all were raised deep in Zabrak traditions, even Malik despite his none blood relation, among our mother’s clan. So that should explain why I speak a mix of Zabrak and Basic just out of habit. We grew up on the Iridonia equator where the sun was always set in the evening position so we developed our own internal clock because of the endless evenings. We all were completely ignorant of father’s past as a Jedi master but his disciple, teachings and more were very strong in his parenting.

Like all my siblings, I trained in various material arts and combat that stemmed to both physical and mental disciple when I could balance upright. I seemed to take quickly to combat and improvising during a fight, usually determined to win at all costs. It took time but then my father began to sense force sensitive beings in the house and it resulted in his decision about retesting his children. After taking secret samples, he discovered two of us had came back positive: Mehinn and me. Thus began my early introduction to the Force and the hope both of us would make our own choices.

When my Res Selenoren came, Tarmira already moved into her husband’s clan by the Great Acid Sea and Mehinn improving his combat skills in Malidris. I passed mother’s first challenge easy. It was a mental puzzle that involved skill, a well-tuned ear and creating the exact pattern of pitches between a quetarra, an eight stringed instrument, and twelve crystal glasses filled with different water levels just to open a door. The second one had given me a bit of difficulty because it became a test to survive more than a physical achievement. It was by the Great Acid Sea, my goal was to locate, stalk and retrieve a Zhaboka that was stashed away in an amphibious creature’s territory. I’ve not to this day figured out how father managed to put it there and not get hurt! The final one was a social challenge. The most important one required I spend a entire month’s service to my step-brother’s clan.

After I completed my Res Selenoren, I was marked with my clan’s Jato to be an adult at the end of the Rising Festival among the many other successful children. Over the next few years, my mother slowly became ill and due to my father’s emotional concerns with her health, his lessons had declined with her worsening condition until I was eighteen. In three years, her illness seemed to have reached it's peak causing me to finally set off to Malidris. Malik wanted to stay behind so I was chosen to deliver the grim news to Mehinn and confine my own worries in him.

When I arrived and delivered the news, Mehinn was disheartened to hear mother’s condition despite the accomplishment he gained in the capital. I was returning back to his residence after some last minute travel preparations only to find a Trandoshan standing over my brother’s dead body. For a moment the world stopped and then I snapped, foolishly engaging the killer in a combat before I could gauge his strength. Towards the battle’s end, I had to whipping an object in front of me when he aimed Force Lightening at my chest, causing an explosion that both saved me from being killed instantly and sending us both flying back. It didn’t stop me from being send though the window and crashing down onto a balcony a few levels below.

The Trandoshan must’ve believed I had fallen to my death because he was gone when I came around but I would always remember his face. I acted rashly, instead of tending to my brother’s body or consulting with my father, and took the first ship off planet in pursue. I didn’t know where he was heading but in the end, I just felt him out until I came to land upon the Wookie home world. It took me longer then I wanted before I found him, discovered his trail on the planet Kashyyk. The only thing on my mind was killing him so I’ll skim over the dangers I encountered and fact I ended up in a conflict between three male Wookies. He showed up just after I was disarmed, two dead, and the last one about to bash my head in. He saved me. And I repaid him by trying to kill him. To me he was a monster and of course I failed for the second time leaving me the one out cold. Why he didn’t kill me was a mystery that I didn’t bother fathoming then.

He instead tested me.

To give you a taste of how dangerous, cruel and brutal my trials were I’ll tell you about the very first one. It was the easiest one in comparison. He had hung me upside down, my arms and legs bond, bleeding just a foot above the Kashyyk’s forest floor. My lightsaber was gone and the wildlife was already drawn to my weaken struggles, appearing to be nothing more than an easy, tasty meal. Worst part I was still dizzy and drained after the earlier confrontations. I managed to stay alive until I got back to the ship, barely. Each test after became harder and harder until he approached me about becoming his apprentice. My rage had only slightly faded; killing him was the only thing that was important to me at that moment.

I refused and that’s when he tried to break me. I was lucky he was only adapted in one area of the force or surviving the torture would’ve been almost impossible. I can still remember every bit of it. From screaming as his Lightening pulsed through my entire being, my flesh cooking and filling my nose, until my voice gave out to much worse. He seemed to realize that if he kept on his merciless treatment then I would die rather be forced to another’s will, this was when I noticed his tactic changed. He still tortured me daily yet he slowly eased away from it, reasoning I couldn’t kill him this way. Being caged and helpless, I had to listen. Inside I knew what he spoke was the truth. I needed more power and he was offering a chance to see why he was stronger, knowing I had limited options. Finally, I agreed.

Even after a few weeks my injuries were still healing but at least I was alive. I learned under him until the present day. It was hard at first to control the impulse to lash out at him, my resentment strong enough I was certain he could feel it, but after a while I learned to control it. I wouldn’t make another mistake as I have before. I needed to find his weaknesses first then exploit them when the time is right. Until then, I adapted. I had gotten use to how the Sith see me and learned to curb my words, swallowing their insults and views until I was able to have my actions prove I wasn’t weak.

We’re heading back to Korriban to continue my training and bring me closer to my goal. Yet, I’ve begin to wonder if this path is the one I should be treading on or should I hold true to my father’s ideals? I sensed a change about Lord Sith Sish but the reason why, I’m unsure about. Inside I suspect he senses my hesitation to completely submit to the darkness. If that is true then I’m treading on a thin lead or my choices might end up hanging me by the throat.

Everyone has flaw(s)... What is/are yours?

My overall skeleton structure is somewhat heavier than a human around my weight and size. The reason is because my bones are more dense and rigid. Though I appear no bigger, it requires more force to ‘damage’ my frame then humans as a trait to my Zabrak heritage. This strength is also found in my Orat, horns, and claws which I grow out for a secondary weapon if I’m ever disarmed. Though the horns on my head are able to slice upon contact, they have their weaknesses. Namely they are sensitive to heat, cold and touch near the horn base where the flesh gives away to the bone. Depending on the nature of the touch, it can be either intimate or painful yet they are hard to crack and break from impact force saving me from sustaining head damage. Due to our natural state being carnivores, my teeth are designed for aid in rendering and tearing of raw or nearly raw meats and fish. Though I can digest and consume vegetables, fruit, and other substance, meat is my main steeple.

My eyes are unique, almost feline or reptilian; the pupils are able to dilate to nearly engulfing my iris or thin strips enabling me to see in both extreme light and dark situations. However with this advantage, there is a price: I’m photosensitive. A sudden shift in brightness, a flash or pitch darkness for example, could end up temporarily blinding me. Forcing me to rely on other methods to ‘see’ my foe and surroundings like through smell and hearing.

Scent and pheromones, living creatures tend to give off those through their natural chemistry. Especially other Zabrak, myself include is always emitting such signals that other Zabrak can smell. Even under the scents of perfumes or such smells, an important factor in Tai’Shan bonding ritual and with bonded pairs. From what I’ve been told, if a mate that have bonded in the tradition have ever died then the result is the most painful experience any Zabrak can live though. Luckily, I’ve never experienced it. My sense of smell is also linked to memory and recall, each creature and sentient has a subtle scent all their own which imprints and stands out in my mind if I’ve grown accustomed to it. Especially useful in times of true blindness and vision loss, I can use it to know my surroundings and the people within while my sense of sight or hearing is loss. Like my eyesight there’s a weakness to it. I have to stay focused when in the presence of a strong odors that could over whelm me, usually in unexpected cases, in order to pick up a trace smell like a drop of blood or perfume.

A Zabrak’s hearing is heightened and sensitive, usually requiring some degree of focus to ensure its maximum potential. Something I do automatically now, able to locate and target the sound I can hone on key noises making it possible to piece together trajectory and correlation in aid finding what I seek. I am traditionally a hunter and combatant by nature, small sounds can easily be detected as it passes the ear and catching my attention but I admit in my youth, small and larger sounds sometimes went missing in the thrill of bolder ones. This is common with untrained and unfocused Zabrak.

I have an increased metabolism, heighten immune response, and increase physical tolerance to extremes in temperature and physical pain. (Though I have more trouble striving in cold climates then hot)This is mainly because of the set of hearts in my body, one smaller than the other; they are in front of the lungs on either side of my chest. The primary and largest is on the left side and responsible for majority of blood flow through the systems while the secondary aids in blood return and height blood flow to lungs, brain and digestive system. Naturally this means I have a higher caloric intake and need to eat more than other races because of my greater speed, strength and ease in low oxygenated environments. When they both are in working order then I’m in my physical peak but if one fails, for any reason, it will kill me in the end. Stopping my life in its prime when both of them die. With the increase in metabolism, starving a Zabrak is usually a death sentence reducing our muscle and flesh to danger levels within a short time so we usually have something on hand to eat.

Would you describe your Lightsaber, if you have made one?


I was taught to fight with a lightsaber, personalize for comfortable performance during extended use. I learned to build my own from my father and elder brother Mehinn, the only sibling with a talent for such pieces. It seemed the force was rather strong for him when it came to creating light sabers. My own light saber is both a weapon and a piece of him that has survived every time I put it into practice. I wouldn’t put it pass any of the human apprentices among the Sith to attempt to sabotage my weaponry so I maintain and calibrate my own light saber on a regular basis that I’m familiar with. Call it paranoia or distrust, I believe caution fits better. I’ll admit the power cell still gives me trouble from time to time, usually requiring longer time spent on manually checking it than any other part has. A rare trait about it is the crystal, it's a Hurrikaine passed down from my father when my elder brother decided to make his weapon from his hard earn components A more solid and believable reason was he refusing the hand-me-down crystal simply because he watched my eyes light when I first saw it. It gives my lightsaber blade a purple coloring that tails back to my origins as Grey Jedi's daughter.

If you wield a Lightsaber, which of the Seven combat forms has your order trained you in?

I’m proficient in Form III: Soresu, from my past and father’s early teachings, he was more concern I survive then eliminate the threat. I also learned Form V Djem So from my current Sith Lord. I’ve mastered neither of them but I’m efficient enough to switch back and forth, using the prior to either wear down my opponent’s stamina or study their combat style enough to seek out any weaknesses then I begin to shift to V Djem So when going on the offensive. I also learn it to discover the weaknesses of the Form that my Master uses.

Describe your preference in the use of the Force. Are you particularly talented in any one area? Do you have flaws in another? What are the limits on what you can or will do?

When it comes to physical combat in combination with the force, I’m rather adapt and strong in that area. Able to perform abilities like manipulating objects around me with Force Push and Pull, Jump Force, Weapon Force and Force Speed are among my first learning when it came to combat. They weren’t any different than what my father taught me so they were merely strengthened. Naturally they are among my stronger skills as an apprentice, not necessary in power against a strong foe but rather in endurance. However it’s only been several months since I became an apprentice, it means the more advance abilities such as Force Lightening, and other high level skills that aren’t basic are currently beyond my reach. I’m working my way there being the reason we’re heading to Korriban to advance my training.

For the most part, any Force power related to the mental manipulation is left undeveloped and rather weak. It’s not that I don’t have the ability but just the absence in training, Sith Lord Sish isn’t known for his strength in this area either. As a result, despite my Zabrak training for mental disciple before becoming an apprentice, I also am lacking. There is one that I’ve managed to slightly develop out of sheer will and determination. It’s the ability to manipulate another’s mind. Sadly I can only use this on weaker minds and for a short time. My master can’t teach me how to strength it beyond merely placing suggestions, an irritation to me, so for now I’m on my own to figure this out. Hopefully by mastering these skills it will give me an edge over him.

Is there anything else you would like to mention about yourself?

Anything else is best you find out on your own...

Who and what are you?

Xid Terrik, human

You might have many masters or causes, but when it is ground down properly, you serve one side alone. Which is it? The Sith Empire or the Galactic Republic?

Galactic Republic or Jedi.

What do you look like, and how are you dressed?

Before I was captured and stuffed in a cage, I was looked just like a healthy seventeen year old teenager. I was considered thin back then too, even when I was well fed, with a lanky and thin built. I’m even shorter than most, reaching up to 5' 7" and weighting at 140 lbs which means I have to look up to meet my Master’s eyes! I also have dark curly blonde hair with a single, a thin Padawan braid resting against my face and it’s something I tend to wrap about my finger when thinking out of habit. White skin and light colored freckles dance about my cheeks, nose and shoulders, that never seem to get tan so I’m not much to look at. I have bright blue eyes that said to hold curiosity and a good heart.

My clothing is the basic and traditional Padawan outfit, a white tunic, dark robes and breeches complete with boots. Though now, it’s likely got a single blacken hole at the back of the right shoulder thanks to a trigger happy blaster.

Why do you fight? What thoughts and ideas influence your actions? What are the reasons behind it all?

As a Jedi, I learned that we protect others and defend those that need aid. Even someone like me, who lack vicious combat skills and only has a few useful skills are useful, can learn to play to my strengths. It helps people in the end instead of hurting them. I want to show that there is much more to being strong then physical power or combat.

Do you have any skills that make you stand out from the crowd?

I’m rather talented with machines, from the serious and caring medical droids to the down to earth and humble labor droid. I can get almost any type of machine to work from droids to starships, any of them up and running, despite its age. However I’ll admit to having a fondness when working on droids. Unlike most people who look at them, seeing only the wiring, metal and software, I see something more, much more. Something human so I’m use to the odd looks I got when I treat Navi, my navigational droid, with the same respect I would to my peers. With more complex machinery, like starships or say a security system, it takes me more time to properly figure out how it works and I have to get into the wiring beneath or I can’t do much at all. Once in, I merely let my instincts guide me to the right path. Simple.

Sadly, explaining how I do what I do is very hard. It’s not that I don’t know what I’m doing but going into details are my weakness. It’s not like I can do a step by step process and expect it to work all the time, each machine no matter if it’s the same make, model or type isn’t affected by the same methods. Like a human, you have to adapt to how you fix it when what it’s not working.

I’m patient and rather positive, two traits you have to have to work on machines and under pressure. It takes time despite my skills and try after try to figure out the problem, I can’t tell you how many younglings thought the reason their lightsabers didn’t work was because the Diatium power cell shorted but really it was the fact the primary crystal cracked!

How do you relate to everyone else? Do you have any friends, family, foes or subordinates among them?

Tolun Fi: I met the Consular Jedi Tolun Fi when I was eight after repairing an imaging device in his lab. At first I don’t think he expected much from me which is understandable, the tech experts had failed and I was just a youngling after all. I wasn’t sure what to expect, not after hearing the Temple help grumble about the alien but I wanted to see for myself and feed my curiosity about him. He didn’t mind my chattering as I fixed his machine and actually I think he enjoyed it, answering them while I multitasked between asking and fixing. After that I spent some of my free time over the years in his lab. I learned about some of his work, fixing and improving his machines in my time in his lab. I admit I missed Tolun Fi after Sela Zythor took me on as Padawan and was fully planning on stopping to his lab, both to show him what I had learned and to catch up on his research progress before the Jedi Temple was attacked.

Taia Venthon: I met her after Navi wondered off. The droid, still needing his rustic shell put had wondered off on my and happened to run into Taia Venthon's room! It seemed he took a liking to her right away as I wondering where he had gotten to, the little bot decided to scurry back into the hallway with her in toll. Luckily, she was an understanding and nice woman that I quickly become friends. She often buy parts from time to time, watching me create Navi up until the time I disappeared for my Padawan training.

Kinsakwi'teksa: Another Padawan I know, she's a Twi'Lek, that I met before studying under Sela Zythor. We both were 13, she approached me about repairing a broken droid (unfamiliar with the type) and worried about anything it might've seen would be lost. I had to reassure her I was able to fix it no problem, despite Navi's impatience that I was messing with another droid. Afterwards, when she tolerated my chatter, she appreciated my help while going on her way. Off and on we still kept in contact until the day I left for four years.

What made you the person you are today? How did the past influence your present?

I like to think so because I still remember everything up until my capture. It’s my only connection beyond this cell so let me share with you. It might help pass the time until I’m free.

I was born on Coruscant, the planet comprised of cities built on top of them and left on my own. My mother had died during childbirth, even in a place so advanced, giving me my name before she passed to become one with the Force and I’ll never know where my father was. Likely he too is with the Force thanks to the War. After I tested positive, I was spared from the orphanage and taken to the Jedi Temple where my fate was determined and began my life as one of the many younglings. Living in the Temple, I was raised in Jedi ways and grew up around many different races, learning tolerance and acceptance for all. Each one like me, had been taken to the temple and learning to become a Jedi one day and serve the universe.

My talent with machines was discovered by pure accident, one of the older younglings’ lightsaber had ceased to work during practice so my natural instinct was to help him. I fixed it in a short time having never touched one before when one of the Masters, Sela Zythor, had walked in on the scene. It was there she realize my interest with machines. Talking to the Order they had decided to test me, in a few weeks I was brought technology after technology, ranging from broken droids to lightsabers, as I easily repaired them using only the Force to guide me. The last item, building a Jedi’s light saber from scratch, the whole thing completely busted that is was the only way to repair it. When I was done, I returned to it its owner. I was surprised that it belonged to none other than Master Jedi Sela Zythor. Needless to say I was little shocked at her faith in me and was glad I could help her.

Over the years, the Order had allowed me to advance this skill by repairing machines around the temple while keeping up with my studies. So it wasn’t a long before my room became filled with parts, droids and much more over the years. I was thirteen when I became a Padawan. My Master was Sela Zythor, her past Padawan having his braid cut already while mine was being created, and then presented me with a light saber. It turns out it was the one I fixed, she had saved it all those years. I won’t bore you with the number of missions or training I had to do. Most of it wasn’t as glamorous as others and more in tune with my skills then beyond them. My Master and I returned to the Temple, part of it was because I was home sick and the other was to await until the answer to negations from the planet Alderaan then likely head out afterwards.

When we arrived, hours before the attack took place, I ran into a small group of younglings accompanied by a Master along my way back to mine. They were interested in Navi, the navigation droid in my hand. With my droid’s saucer like body and six legs eagerly wiggling, his receptors on stalks swayed about to take in the younglings causing them to smile. That’s when the attack began. Something nasty washed over me, chilling me to the bone as the faint sounds of lightsabers striking each other echoed though the temple. Each one of the younglings knew something was wrong when I did. Instantly the Master left while I tended to the younglings.

That’s when they attacked. Just when I was starting to move, something much bigger crashed into the temple rocking its very foundation as I tried to protect the youths. I managed to give them time to run but where they are or if they got away, I'll never know. I was blasted in the back and now, I'm trapped.

Would you describe your Lightsaber, if you have made one?



If you wield a Lightsaber, which of the Seven combat forms has your order trained you in?

Form I: Shii-Cho

Describe your preference in the use of the Force. Are you particularly talented in any one area? Do you have flaws in another? What are the limits on what you can or will do?

When it comes to fighting, my combat and force abilities are mostly defensive or non-lethal. Not very impressive really in compared to my other strength, my fighting skills is in need of much improvement namely in endurance. I can easily use the basics of the Force and only advance abilities I can use are Force Heal and Droid Disabling. A massive negative to the advance abilities is repeated use of one or combination of the two leave me totally exhausted. I can barely stand afterwards, often crumbling to my knees and leaves me venerable.

As I said before, I can use the force to fix machines and manipulate them. It’s instinctive and requires very little thought allowing the Force to guide my fingers, but the larger jobs tend to take longer, requiring some focus and tend to leave me vulnerable. However, I don’t need the schematic or know the model to do this. Merely point me there and let me work, making sure my back is covered.

Is there anything else you would like to mention about yourself?

Whenever I see droid or machine take damage, I admit it makes me flinch for a moment. It’s like watching an innocent take a hit and as strange as it seems, I can’t help it. It’s like a reflex though most times I can stomach through it when it’s not of mine and move on to the next task. However, if it was Navi or something I’ve made then I don’t know… I have doubts.

Who and what are you?
Jedi Consular Tolun Fi, Kominoan.

You might have many masters or causes, but when it is ground down properly, you serve one side alone. Which is it? The Sith Empire or the Galactic Republic?
The Galactic Republic stands in line with Jedi ideals.

What do you look like, and how are you dressed?
I represent an ideal specimen of my species. I stand at a fairly standard 2.3 meters, a common height among my people. My eyes are yellow-on black, the same as the skilled research-class on Kamino. Like the rest of my species, my skin is a smooth luminescent shade of white with well-defined features, narrow nostril slits, and as with the males of my kind, a fin ridge follows from the top-rear of my skull down to the nape of my neck, protruding about 4 inches high. My body is unblemished by scars or markings, a by-product of superior genetic breeding and engineering with long, slender limbs and neck, which when compared to most humanoid species would be considered quite longer than what you would see in those races. You aren’t likely to find a range of emotions from me, as my people aren’t fond of them.

My manner of dress is practical, the form-fitting black-on white clothing common among Kaminoans with limited composite plating to help maintain its form and house electronic components. Only the neck and the head remain exposed, as the legs extend down to the custom-fitted digitigrade boots and the sleeves extend to my wrists. Atop of that, I wear the expected brown Jedi robes, as is befitting of members of the Order. Of course, the whites that other races see in my clothing is a plethora of colours only seen on the ultra-violet spectrum, but it would be tedious to describe them to someone who shares an altogether separate spectral perception than a Kaminoan? Think of describing a colour to a blind man and you understand the difficulty.

Why do you fight? What thoughts and ideas influence your actions? What are the reasons behind it all?
Fighting is a word for the unthinking man. I strive for knowledge, to discover. My people have a long and proud history of genetic research and cloning. It is, after all, how we survived the cataclysm that turned Kamino into a raging ocean world, and similar thoughts and practices can be applied to not only preserving peace, but enforcing it. Much of my research and experimentation is on finding the reason why some species are more prone to Force Sensitivity than others and what triggers it in some individuals but not others? Likewise, I am convinced there’s a genetic marker that makes an individual predisposed to turn to the Dark Side. Should I locate it and find a way to alter or erase it, than this numbing, endless battle between the Light and Dark Side can finally cease to be, leaving just the Force in the aftermath. Emotionless, pure, perfect. There will always be conflicts in the galaxy, wars to fight, peace to enforce. The Jedi Order can function better by focusing on these threats instead of always having to watch for the treachery of the Sith.

Do you have any skills that make you stand out from the crowd?
I take after my parents, who were both genetic engineers back on Timira, and much of my research and studies are based off of their philosophies. I have a keen analytical mind and the discipline to keep my thoughts in order, as well as thoroughly document everything. I have a reputation for being practical and impartial, and have made for a fair diplomat in both the Jedi Order and out in the galaxy. My oratory is considered impressive, my education amongst the Jedi order and genetic superiority both ensuring my words are not bumbling and wasted. I may not be a fantastic lightsaber practitioner, I can more than handle my own in a fight and one would be wasting their time and breath trying to provoke me to anger; emotional response is a weakness I do not have time for. As such, my actions are deliberate and thought out instead of acting by impulse. One area I do excel in, if I may, is in wielding the Force. I simply possess the right mentality and my sensitivity is so acute that using the Force is about as taxing as breathing.

Between us, I am also an individual for secrecy. My laboratory in the Jedi Temple had several plain and seemingly empty walls, at least, to those who cannot see the ultraviolet light spectrum. Much of my more controversial research is jotted down on those walls in ink only I can see, freeing me from the scrutiny of those whom may find my work… questionable, if not unethical. It is foolish sentimentality, if you ask me. Still, I am unable to convince some individuals that my work stands in line with the Jedi Creed. There is no argument if there is none to be had.

How do you relate to everyone else? Do you have any friends, family, foes or subordinates among them?
Xid Terrik: A brilliant young man, certainly one of the most gifted and humble of his age group. A few years back, one of the imaging devices in my lab was inoperable and our so-called technology experts failed to leave much of an impression, and you know how it is with hired help. Then along comes this young, 8-year-old human boy, offering to fix the imaging machine. I relented, deciding that it was not going to find itself even more broken, and perhaps the child would learn something in the process. Much to my surprise, not only did Xid not make matters worse, but he actually managed to repair the machine. From there, we had developed a rather friendly and mutually respecting repoire. Quite often, the young padawan would come to my laboratory, and I would show him what I was working on, as well as offering him the opportunity to work on fixing or improving any machines that required it. I would like to think I had left a good impression on his life, and I do somewhat regret not being more proactive as taking him under my wing as my own padawan before Master Sela Zythor took him under her wing. I wish them a long and productive partnership.

Strago Kelrune: An acquaintance of mine, a fellow Jedi Knight, although he does not follow the path of a Consular, so our duties often follow decidedly different paths. I see him in the archeives from time to time, and his disposition is rather agreeable. Much like myself, be believes in diplomacy before the blade, and admirable trait considering many of the rash and foolish youth the Order seems to have collected the past few years. We may be at war, but it doesn't mean we shouldn't have more rigid standards. Anyways, I am rambling. He has often lent a hand in my searches for information in the library, and most of our discussions have been rather pleasant. We do not often cross paths, but it is always enjoyable when they do.

Taia Venthon: Another acquaintance of mine, intelligent but of a decidedly typical set of ethics that does not always seem to agree with my work. She is rather inquisitive, asking questions about what I do, and taking more of an active interest since my accomplishments had becomes fairly well-known amongst the Jedi. She is an idealist, to say the least, thinking the galaxy can be saved, and that nothing should ever have a cost of life. Admirable, but mistaken. She does not seem to agree that my methods and overall goal could bring the peace and balance to the Force that she so desires, but so be it. She also is rather emotional, which does not bode well in my eyes. Someone who willingly submits to their emotions and allows it to make judgements for them are prone to terrible mistakes, and the history of our Order is filled with those who followed their emotions and ended up as enemies of the Order. Rather counter-productive, if you ask me. Still, she is a good Jedi and always an interesting individual to discuss matters with, I am fond of her despite our differences.

What made you the person you are today? How did the past influence your present?
As I had mentioned earlier, my parents were genetic engineers in the cloning facilities in Timira City. I do not recall much of my early life, but what I do remember what Kamino and Timira City were like. It was constantly storming outside of the city’s domed walls, and the ocean surface below might as well have been another world. It was very clean, very orderly, and it was quiet. Kaminoans are practical, controlled people. The actions and behaviours of several outsider species are peculiar or even considered crude and immature amongst my people, who have a cultural directive to seek perfection. It is not a widely advertised fact that newborns who are considered flawed are culled in the name of maintaining genetic stability and perfection. Even those born with a very rare green pigmentation in the eyes are euthanized almost immediately, even without other discernible flaws. It is very strict, and doubtless other cultures would find it barbaric, had they even known Kamino existed.

Kamino is an isolationist society, not trusting or particularly liking outside cultures or species, but we are unfailingly polite people. After all, our primary exports are military equipment and hardware, and of course clones. We care for our clones, after a fashion. Those who pass our standards are well raised, fed, and trained, perhaps better than most people live in some other worlds. Those who fail are culled, as they are considered a defective product. What clients do with their clones after purchase was never a concern for Kaminoans, as to them, it is no different than any other tool. Misuse is not the responsibility of the manufacture.

My Force sensitivity manifested itself not long after infancy, and while both my parents were thrilled with this unexpected development, there was some dispute with what to do with me. My father wanted to have me be raised to continue his life’s work, and mother thought I would better flourish amongst the Ascetics. It was a point of contention for a few years, where my father must have sensed my time in the family was drawing to a close, and when I was old enough, he had me accompany him to his work, exposing me to the cloning facilities and impressing upon me that there is nothing a keen mind is incapable of. I do not recall much of the experience, but having witnessed what scientific pursuit was capable of, it left an impression that stayed with me long after the Jedi had come to collect me at my mother’s request.

I will not begin to speculate if my life would have been better or more enjoyable on Kamino or on Courscant, but there is no doubt that the latter was a much better fit for someone to learn how to use their gift of Force sensitivity. Amongst the other initiates, I was perhaps the quickest study. There was no amount of information that could have been fed to me I wouldn’t absorb, and soon the combined wisdom of countless generations of dozens of species was at my disposal. It was fortunate I was taken into the Order when I was; the xenophobic disposition of my people never had much time to take root and as such did not prove to be a hindrance when interacting with my fellow initiates and future colleagues.

During my Padawan years, I had come under the wing of a Kel Dor Jedi Consular called Siloon Pakrun, who felt my disposition would lend itself well to mediating unrest across the galaxy. It as an arrangement I found agreeable, as I was always of the opinion that if resolution must come from violence if a diplomatic opinion existed is a failure. Peace born through bloodshed is not peace, it is removing the often difficult prospect of resolution by eliminating those who would disagree with you. I would like to say every one of my assignments ended without drawing my lightsaber, but one of the hard truths about the galaxy is that nothing is ever without cost, and many resolutions make you question if the price was worth the result. The line between what is just, right, and moral often blurs with what is necessary to preserve the peace and save more lives. I had often found myself somewhat troubled, as many of my Master and I's assignments had left more than a few people dead, or worse, at the mercy of the dark and cruel. It was never a simple decision, to act or not act. So often our choices boiled down to measuring the value of a handful of lives verses hundreds, if not thousands. Siloon Pakrun never seemed particularly bothered by those we could not save. When I inquired about this, he explained to me that even in death, we all become a part of the Force. Our essence, and who we are, are maintained. It is only a matter of finding one's self in the stream. It was a lesson I took to heart, and while I never said it to Siloon or any of the others, I felt it was an explanation that justified the Kaminoan cloning and culling practices. Perhaps, in a way, it was a mercy. Spare the infirm and weak the suffering of an abysmal life and send them back to become greater than any one of us. After much deliberation, I had made up my mind to apply aspects of my people's genetic research to serve the greater good of the galaxy through the Jedi Order.

After several years under Siloon Pakrun, I had come into my own as a Consular, free to make my own decisions and undergo my own assignments. I had begun to set myself to my research and studies in the Library Archives and with information I obtained from Kamino regarding cloning and genetic engineering. It did not take me long to identify the markers in each Force Sensitive's genetic code that allows us to manipulate the Force in a tangible way. I can say with no small amount of humility that my work eventually lead to the Order being able to identify Force sensitive individuals through little more than a simple blood test. I should not have to explain how in a time where the war against the Sith often came down to numbers that being able to more swiftly identify more recruits is. Having proved that my concepts were sound, I became something of an overnight sensation and the Jedi Council gave me permission to pursue other avenues into discerning the true nature of the Light and Dark sides of the Force. If I am correct, and I am seldom not, I may soon discover a breakthrough that will neutralize the Sith, all without spilling a drop of blood.

Everyone has flaw(s)... What is/are yours?
A bit presumptuous, are we? What some would consider flaws, I merely consider facets of my personality. I am a rather detached individual, and as such, personal relationships matter less to me than professional ones. Likewise, while the Jedi Creed dictates that one should detach themselves from their emotions, I perhaps embody this far too well for many people's likings. I have been called cold by more than one person, as I do not put a personal investment into tragedy or hardships others face, and I do not actively invest myself in the politics or causes of the war. My mission is on a much more regional scale, where I focus my efforts on groups that can be dissuaded from conflict rather than fret over groups that have been warring for thousands of years.

I am proud of my accomplishments and research, and I may be a bit disdainful of those who would rather think with their lightsabers than their brains, as that way has been tried countless times since this war began. It will not take brute force to defeat the Sith, it will take a stroke of intellect and no small amount of testing. We live in an age of effortless interstellar travel and unchecked technological development and still the best solution people seem to have come up with to resolve their differences is bloodshed. Perhaps I am arrogant for thinking I know a better way, but it has to be better than what has been repeatedly tried and failed.

As a closing remark, what I believe to be just and that the ends justify the means, many of my colleagues question the morality and ethics behind it. I am much more willing to spend lives if it works towards the greater good of peace and civilization, and if there are those who cannot be made to abide by order, they must be neutralized. To progress, my research into Force Sensitive genetics may need to evolve past simple blood tests and brain scans. I suspect many will not enjoy what that entails.

Would you describe your Lightsaber, if you have made one?
It is small, practical, and aesthetically pleasing. It is designed exclusively for one-handed operation, as one of my hands easily encloses the entirety of the hilt. This matters little to me, as I am fully ambidextrous and have trained extensively with either hand. The activation switch can be easily accessed by running my thumb along the wheel, freeing my other hand to use Force abilities more intuitively, or for more mundane things like manipulating doors or control panels. It is simple, elegant, and much less garish than some of the other designs my colleagues seem fond of. I had originally set out to find a green crystal when constructing my lightsaber, but had decided on a blue one because I found the aesthetics much more pleasing to the eye. I was never one to subscribe to traditional symbolism. As well, I have adjusted the blade's length to be more proportional to my frame by altering the lightsaber's Power Core output. As such, it is much longer than what many Jedi would wield. The wonders of being quite a bit taller than my peers.
the lightsaber
-Art by Ariergarda

If you wield a Lightsaber, which of the Seven combat forms has your order trained you in?
I am trained in Form VI, Niman, or the Moderation Form.

Describe your preference in the use of the Force. Are you particularly talented in any one area? Do you have flaws in another? What are the limits on what you can or will do?
Much of my training has been focused on physical well-being and protection, with detoxifying poison being something that has come in handy more often than I would prefer to admit. I pride myself in being most adept at using Force persuasion and mind trick to excellent extent, even being able to trick the minds of some force users. Out of necessity, I have had to become proficient in Force listening as many other species are incapable of speaking the common tongue and knowing what is being spoken is often the difference between a peaceful resolution to a conflict and a terrible mess. Like most Force-Sensitive individuals, telekinesis is something that comes fairly naturally to me, as well. Other abilities I am well versed in are Force leap, and tutaminis, or Force absorption. It is not my place to fight unless absolutely necessary and one must know the tools to protect themselves in the fine art of entering a conflict with words instead of weapons for victory.

As a consequence, my studies into more offensive-minded Force talents is lacking, and as such, you will not find me spearheading many attacks against the Sith in the near future. I am capable of maintaining a deep connection to the Force for quite a respectable length of time without fatigue, unlike much of the younger padawans whom you can almost swear are in a fast-track to getting themselves killed. I am not as proficient as the Masters, but I am well-respected for my atonement to the Force. I am certainly I would be more skilled in a wider-variety of talents had I dedicated my time to them, but alas, I have more pressing concerns. There are many techniques that completely elude me to how they are accomplished. Perhaps I will study them at a later time.

Is there anything else you would like to mention about yourself?
One could imagine that having been born on a very sterile and clean world and having been relocated to a cesspool such as Coruscant, I am slightly germophobic and take sanitation quite seriously.

If you are a Jedi, have you given thought above as to how your character got captured, and why he/she/it is still alive? (answer to this can be reflected above)
The Sith may be ruthless and powerful, but many of their apprentices are not of what you would consider a sound or particularly strong mind. When the Temple came under attack, I had made a back-up of all essential information that I could fit into a small, concealable data stick that I could slot seamlessly into the rigid parts of my clothing, a common practice of transporting your work from station to station on Kamino. When the Sith found me, I had simply used a logical statement that what I know would be valuable to the Sith, and of course, the ever-so-reliable Jedi persuasion. I was subdued, rendered unconscious, and I awoke pleased that my efforts had paid off. After all, I was still alive. One can never be of use to anyone if they are dead, after all. I suspect the Darth that commands this ship is quite well informed, I suspect my survival has something to do with that. Curious.

Who and what are you?
Jaicen Varien is my name, newly ranked Sith Lord of the Empire.

You might have many masters or causes, but when it is ground down properly, you serve one side alone. Which is it? The Sith Empire or the Galactic Republic?

I serve the Sith Empire to truly unite the Galaxy under one banner. To put an end to the conflict once and for all though a diplomatic and peaceful negotiation with the Republic won't be such a bad idea in my opinion. Don't tell anyone I said that or you'll regret it.

What do you look like, and how are you dressed?




Why do you fight? What thoughts and ideas influence your actions? What are the reasons behind it all?
I fight for a few reasons. If any other Sith of the Empire would ask me this question I'd answer "For the glory for the Sith Empire" or "To eradicate the Jedi and the Republic" but the real reason why I fight is because I feel that the Empire doesn't muck about. The Empire is less afraid to make drastic actions to do what needs to be done though I feel like I can change how drastic they are as they may lead to unnecessary deaths. My main reason though is that I fight for survival. There was little room to protest when you need to execute someone your master or, especially, Darth demands you to. I hope to end that though, maybe a sub order of the Sith that shows a bit more...compassion.

Do you have any skills that make you stand out from the crowd?
Before training on Koribban, I was born on Nar Shaddaa where I lived through hardship common on the Hutt controlled world. To survive I joined a gang where I acted as a runner and through that I learned how to fly a swoop like a professional racer and going through common electronic locks. With that I know what to look for when searching for less than legal merchandise and/or services when on populated worlds such as Drammond Karr, Nar Shaddaa and the such. Learned various dirty tricks from my peers such as the use of wrist weapons that bounty hunters use as well as a traditional blaster though I am no master marksman without the use of the Force.

While on Koribban, I used what chance I could get to learn how to pilot a star fighter properly. Although not really a professional with traditional controls, if a fighter would emulate the controls of a swoop bike, I'd be one hell of a challenge to the most experienced dog fighter. I think the only reason I am eligible to even become a squadron leader is because of my connection to the force or I'd crash right away without it.

How do you relate to everyone else? Do you have any friends, family, foes or subordinates among them?
-WIP at the moment. Other Siths can be friends with him or apprentice-

What made you the person you are today? How did the past influence your present?
As I have said before, I was born on Nar Shaddaa where I grew up until my early teens. My mother left after I was born either to lead a better life than the dung heap that is Nar Shaddaa or she was sold to a Hutt. I don't know and don't rightly care as she is probably dead by now or worse. My father raised me, or at least my step dad since he is a Twi'lek. Highly doubt that he is my biological dad for obvious reasons but he kept a roof over my head during my childhood though I am not sure about my real dad. For all I know I am human or at least very near human. He was a whoremonger though and a drinker so he spent his income on twi'lek schuttas and fire water so I had to make it on my own when it came to food. So I joined a gang obviously. I was still a kid, 8 at the time, but some blokes don't really think twice about kids when they are searching for spice smugglers. I didn't get caught though so I made money on smuggling the stuff and sending various packages to this dealer and that seller. I never took it though since what friends I had used it and basically became little more than husks and I needed to stay fit to make my credits.

As I got older the stakes got higher. I got my mark as you can see on my neck here and did more high risk jobs. It was around when I was little less than a teen, 12 in standard years, when I was taught how to ride a swoop and I caught on very quickly. Must be because I'm force sensitive or just that good. I did fast deliveries and knew the routes better than I knew the back of my hand. I was given a blaster too since some people don't really appreciate the packages I took on deliveries so I needed some protection. I even added to it by getting some wrist mounted flame throwers like some bounty hunters use which was quite a surprise to those who got really close. You should have seen their faces before the napalm burned it off. When doing more covert deliveries I was rather good. That was definitely because I am force sensitive though I didn't know it at the time. I have that ability to make myself less conspicuous which really helped. Don't look so surprised at me, you gotta grow up fast on Nar Shaddaa or die by the fumes or a vibroblade cutting your throat.

Then came the day I caught the attention of a Sith Lord when I was 14 or 15, i forget. I was to deliver a package to some location and it would earn me quite the bit of credits. However some others had heard about the credit amount and wanted it for themselves. I ran faster than I ever did in my life on Nar Shaddaa and I think I directly killed maybe a dozen men before I reached the place, half a dozen through non-direct means. The place was a large wear house in a more run down section of Nar Shaddaa docks and there were even more scum there already fighting. Before I knew it I was neck deep in a fire fight. I killed even more then, I don't know how many, but what seemed like hours only a few bounty hunters and I were left. A black robed figure walked in and emanated this presence so we all stopped to look at this newcomer. As you must know, this was a Sith and my former master and he declared that only one would be allowed to leave the warehouse alive. So the fight was on full swing again though I survived. I'll spare you the gruesome details but I survived.

The Sith's name is unimportant as he is dead now but to make a long story short he brought me in to train in the ways of the Sith. I didn't really have much of a choice in the matter either. He brought me to Koribban via his ship which was really cool but on the way he started training immediately. As you can see by my scars that the training sessions were less that cuddly. I will tell you that the fire fight in that ware house was probably a lot safer than the "training" I went through with my old master. In one of the missions he sent me on I met up with some Jedi for the first time. I was still an apprentice at the time but I was strong and me and my master slew the Jedi master and I the knight. I took my opponent's lightsaber as a trophy much to my master's pleasure. What time I had to myself I used to learn how to pilot a star ship, a fighters and such small ships. Not Cruisers or anything like that. I am a natural pilot says the imperial who showed me this and that. She's dead now too.

The history of my scar that sullies my beautiful face was a few months after we had killed the Jedi. A Mando was making some trouble to some imperials that were under my master's orders on Hutta and to hopefully kill 2 womprats with one bolt, I was sent to test myself against the mando. I was 23 at the time, young and full of energy in the midst of expanding my Ataru training with the use of two lightsabers. I was surprised though when I went against he mandalorian. As I sometimes use wrist weapons though had stopped under orders from my master, the mando had quite the arsenal on his sleeves. If he had been force sensitive I don't think I'd have made it. He had used scattergun which was nearly impossible to deflect and earned myself a small bolt in the arm, scarring my tattoo, and some into my legs. I managed to kill the mando though with a lucky throw of my Jedi saber but not after getting my clothing ruined by his flame thrower. I took his armor, blaster pistol and wrist weapons as a trophy though disappointed that it wasn't made of the famous Beskar iron but reinforced Durasteel. When I went back to my master he was displeased by the wounds I had gotten and added another to the face. I am somewhat blind in that eye and should probably get a cybernetic replacement. I use the armor when I need to be a bit more covert. You'd be surprised how people will tell you if they think you are a bounty hunter and not a Sith Lord. No one knows I do this among the Sith and probably would get flogged for it.

I survived his rigorous training and no longer needed him. So, as normal of the Sith, I killed him. I cut off his head and presented it to his lord, a Darth. He ranked me Lord that day. That was...2 standard weeks ago. Yeah. And now here we are. 29 years old and a Sith Lord.

Everyone has flaw(s)... What is/are yours?
Well, I've told you about my half blind eye though I am certain you mean something more personal. Alright.

I'm obviously more of a full frontal kind of person when it comes to straight up conversation. I like to get the nonsense out of the way and really not much of a political person. That may seem like that would make me ripe for the picking of some more conniving Sith Lord or Darth but that's where my master was of great use to me. He was that sort of Sith and trained me to be his body guard essentially. He was the plotter and I believe some of it rubbed off on me so I know when someone is trying to play me. Playing someone isn't my strong suit either, similar to Darth Malgus though I may a bit more subtle than rebreather face. I try to hide my "weakness" when I spare other people by adding some cruelty though I fear that some may notice. If they do however, I'll be ready to face them.

What I lack in political views however I make up in knowledge of the criminal underground. As I've said before, I know just where to look when searching for less than legal services. I know how to play appeal to a Hutt instead of a diplomat. Must be the smell. I've probably gotten more used to the foul smells of Hutts and people of similar ilk instead of the political officials. Probably the reason why I tend to avoid them and focus on getting support of criminal scum. They are my kind of people.

Would you describe your Lightsaber, if you have made one?
I own two lightsabers. My first lightsaber was constructed by yours truly. The metal is dark the hilt is long enough to hold it properly with both hands yet not so it were awkward to swing it with one hand. The Crystal is artificial where I poured all of my being into it, all of my strength and will to construct the crystal and it burns with a brilliant red blaze. I used fine leather to wrap around the hilt so to cushion my hand and get a firmer grip on it and at the end it has a sharp spike.

My second lightsaber I got when I slew my first Jedi opponent. The Jedi knight was a Zabrak and was a tough opponent though focused more in his connection with the force instead of the use of his own lightsaber. I took his lightsaber by force and pierce both his hearts. I've now taken the blade for my self. It's small enough to be held with only one hand and it glows a brilliant green color. The hilt is made of stainless metal though I have somewhat modified it to better suit my grip. I occasionally use it though prefer only using one with both hands.

If you wield a Lightsaber, which of the Seven combat forms has your order trained you in?
I dabbled in some though there are two that stand out. Shiem/Djem So is my go to style though I also excel at Ataru which I expanded upon as I gained a second lightsaber. I dabbled in Niman in my early days as an acolyte to properly learn how to use force during combat though I don't use it as I feel it's too balanced to suit me. I however implement various other weapons into my fighting such as wrist weapons like flame throwers, dart launchers and the such to keep my enemy on their feet though not for long. I'm not beyond using a blaster either as I use my M-500 Elite Stealth Enforcer. Always have a trick up your sleeve as I usually say, or at least a poison dart.

Describe your preference in the use of the Force. Are you particularly talented in any one area? Do you have flaws in another? What are the limits on what you can or will do?

I am not as good with force powers as Inquisitors, I can hold my own. I can use telekinesis like most to either move objects, choke pesky enemies or silently launch a poison covered dart to be a bit more covert. I can use Force Lightning at enough intensity to kill someone and hide my presence so people may not notice me if not actively looking for me. I can also suppress pain away for later though there is a limit to it. I highly doubt I'll be able to withstand the pain of Force lightning for long. As well I can use the force to enhance my senses out of combat and reflexes in combat though I have encountered republic veterans that were capable of the same through seer training it seems. I have still have a lot to learn from the force, maybe I shall listen in on some Inquisitors or look at more holocrons.

Is there anything else you would like to mention about yourself?

You want more? Fine. One of my favorite drinks is Alderaan Ruge and I love blue buttermilk bisquits. Aurbesh Soup is my favorite as well served with hot gizka sandwich. Now that I've told you all this *starts to force choke interviewer* I must kill you. It's only natural, I'd rather not have you report to another Sith of what I've said. Terribly sorry. *Crack followed by the sound of a body hitting the floor and blast doors closing*----------[Recording Terminated]

Name: Arlas'eon
Alias: Arla Sion (Galactic Standard Name)
Gender: Female
Species: Twi'lek


Notable Skills: Arla is an excellent physical combatant, agile and swift. She is adept with thrown daggers, a weapon made more dangerous with her ability to use the force to guide them. (Though, this largely doesn't work on other force users except through sheer surprise that one would try such an unorthodox attack!)

Notable Shortcomings: Arla is uncomfortable with technology. While she has since mastered small things that flummoxed her initially like opening doors, she still can't hotwire speeders, slice systems or anything of a technical nature. While another would open an airlock almost instinctively she's more likely to study it for ten seconds before grasping the means.

Biography: As Ryloth is tidally locked to its star and only a thin band of the planet's surface is capable of supporting life. One half is perpetually too cold, the other a burning wasteland. As a result most Twi'lek are forced to live underground. Having evolved from simple underground dwelling mammals they have hairless bodies and keen senses. Their lekku and ear cones, at one point, compensated for their blindness, both of which have become less sensitive as their eyesight developed.

Arla was born there, her clan poor and starving in the deep caves. Only the rarest and most powerful clans able to live on the thin band of surface that isn't a hot blasted or frozen wasteland. On rare occasions she would go out and watch the "under worlders" raid the surface clans for food and valuables while the "upper dwellers" would raid the under ground portions of the planets for slaves with which to trade to the "off worlders". So it has been for thousands of years and so it is likely to continue.

Arla was taken in one such raid, just one of thousands that were used as bartering material with off worlders who have absolutely no interest in helping the Twi'lekki people get off world and establish themselves on a less gods forsaken planet. They love the pathetic needs of the Twi'lekki peoples for they are incredibly easy to take advantage of, fighting amongst themselves for the crumbs the greater galaxy chooses to fling their way. The tribe that kidnapped her sold her for a blaster, which would be of great use killing her own people and was packed aboard a slaver starship and whisked away from her home. Later, she would be sold for thousands of credits against the two hundred credits the cheap blaster would cost. Later, they would make even more credits off of the power packs which were cheaper still. Quite the lucrative deal.

Arla, like most subterranean twi'leks is an accomplished fighter with the primitive stone weapons and slings. Wood, of course, being so incredibly rare that it could not be wasted in the crafting of weapons. The women of a tribe were expected to protect it while men were away hunting for food or raiding other tribes for their supplies. She is, as one might imagine from living underground, also quite adept at skulking about in the dark.

Aboard the starship that had taken them she, along with several of the slaves, had to deal with an unknown creature in the ship's hold that was hunting down the slaves one by one. She served as bait but managed to lure it into an airlock and decompress it. It was the scariest thing she had ever done.

After that she arrived at the slave auction and was promptly tattooed. Apparently normal humans were discomfited by the Twi'leki lack of eyebrows. They also informed her that, had they time, they'd have performed a genetic augmentation upon her that they did to many Twi'Leki, replacing her cones with... human ears! The very idea disgusted her. Those strange wrinkly misshapen things on the side of human heads were so ugly!

Fortunately, before she could be sold a Jedi and his Padawan came across her. They sensed her force sensitivity and she theirs though she knew not what she sensed. In truth, with the war against the Sith stretching on without end in sight many Padawans were accepted despite being older than they should and thrown into battle before they were truly ready. As a result they chose to free her and return her to the temple for training despite her already passing the age limit.

Arla, thankfully, was already a skilled knife fighter and the Jedi took advantage of that. She soon found herself practicing with twin light saber sized daggers and doing things with them that most of the Jedi had never seen before, getting inside the guard of those she went up against using elbows and knees. Her ability to use the force, however, was something they discouraged for she had quite a bit of anger inside her. While she can certainly do the typical Jedi tricks like moving objects and can let the force flow through her she isn't capable of mind tricks, nor any other advanced techniques. This led the Jedi to grow concerned. However, since much of that anger was directed towards slavers and those that would oppress those that could not protect themselves they found themselves calculating that she would be killed in battle with the Sith long before she were to fall to the dark side and join them.

When the attack upon the temple came Arla stood in its defense, following her master into battle. She was holding her own, thanks to her innate battle prowess when something hit her in the back of the head, right at the base of the lekku, the Twi'lek head tentacles. It could have been her immediate opponent. It could have been someone on the other side of the grand melee but she went down hard.

Who and what are you?
I am Taia Venthon, a member of the most populated race in the Galaxy, Humans.

You serve many masters and causes, but when it is ground down properly you serve one side. Which is it, the Empire or the Galactic Republic?
I believe in a Galaxy free from oppression, and peace for all. I follow the Republic.

What do you look like? How are you dressed?
I am five feet four inches with a athletic build from years of training. I do retain natural female curves that of course became more pronounced as I aged. My hair is microbraids in style and black of color. My eyes are of a deep dark brown with golden flecks in the iris. My skin is a dark brown similar to that of chocolate


Why do you fight? What influences your actions? What are the reasons behind it all?
I fight for my belief in good, and the idea of evil being removed from the Galaxy. I act for a future without pain, a future that brings prosperity to all who strive for it and justice to those who deserve it.

Do you have any skills that make you stand out from the crowd?
I seem to have a knack for persuasion, when I speak people listen wholeheartedly, when I ask a favor they usually fulfill it. I do use this skill sparingly however. This is not a power I gained from the force, but rather the fact not many can say no to a smile and a pretty face.

How do you relate to everyone else? Do you have any friends or subordinates? Family or foes?
I left my family behind long ago. Though friends I have many, all who are jedi are my friends, even those who have turned to the darkside are not above redemption. I can save them.

What made you the person you are today? What in your past influenced your present?
I was born on Coruscant down in the slums. I saw the despot people lived in. I was amazed when a Jedi by the name of Veasas found me and told me I could have a life with meaning, a life in the light. I went with him and found a life that I couldn't believe. I learned amazing things and no longer had to steal, or dig through trash to eat. I was respected by others and loved by close friends. I excelled in my trained because I wanted nothing more to be what my masters were. I accepted what was expected of me and reveled in my accomplishments.

When I came to my sixteenth birthday my master found I was trained enough to come with him on my first mission. It was meant to be routine, but it was far from it. While searching for a missing jedi we came across a site cult, we had a long hard fought battle, but in the end we won defeating this cult only to find that our missing Jedi was there leader and had fled. So it became our mission to find this dark jedi. We tracked her for years only to find that she had gathered a new band. Caught in a deadly battle we were highly outmatched we had to flee and were then the ones being tracked. We moved across the heavily forested planet eluding our captors. They were always right on our tail.

We finally made a stand at a landing port where we managed to make contact with a shuttle. As it was landing to pick us up our enemies were swarming us. My master made me board the shuttle while he held off the sith. He was no match for their numbers though I saw him cut down while I fled. When I got back to the temple on Coruscant I spent weeks grieving for the man who had given me a new life and a new path, but I knew I could not dwell on it. He was one with the force now. I began giving my time to helping those in need on Coruscant and this slowly healed the pain of my lost master.

Once I had taken enough time to myself I began teaching a class of younglings. This was a new light in the darkness to help the masters teach these young children. I would take them out into the city having them help me with the poor and down trodden giving food and clothes to those less privileged. They became everything to me.

It was during this time that the Sith attacked Coruscant I had to hide once more in the slums I was born in. Run once more from the sith. I was afraid and fear leads to the darkside, but I continued on regardless. I had to for the younglings. They couldn't see me waiver. We would go from place to.place and slowly we picked up more padawans like myself, but the larger our group became the harder to hide it became. One evening we were hiding in a rundown warehouse when the sith found us. Two of my fellow padawans took the younglings and ran. Myself and one other padawan distracted the sithspawn and made them follow us. My fellow padawan was cut down. I was found and captured. They numbered to great for me to fight, so I surrendered. Now I sit in this cell waiting, and afraid. They believe I know where more Jedi are hiding. I do, but I want give them up.

Everyone has flaws, what are yours?
I am emotional my emotions guide me slot although I suppress how much they show. I am also quite gullible as I believe that most people are telling the truth.

Would you describe your lightsaber if you have made one?


If you wield a lightsaber, which of the seven forms did your order train you in?
Form III Soresu, and Form V Shien/Djem So

What powers in the force do you excel in, and what do you waiver at?
I am particularly strong in manipulation of my physical attributes such as increasing my speed strength, agility, and endurance. While I falter in areas such as lifting heavier objects, healing, or really manipulating anything other than myself. Not to say I can use the force to throw a enemy through the air, but I can't throw a landspeeder.

Is there anything else you'd like use to know?
At this time no. I can't think of anything else.

Who and what are you?
Burin Pentag, Barabel, padawan

You might have many masters or causes, but when it is ground down properly, you serve one side alone. Which is it? The Sith Empire or the Galactic Republic?
The Galactic Republic

What do you look like, and how are you dressed?

I have green skin, with yellow eyes and green pupils. I am 6'0 and 150 pounds.

Why do you fight? What thoughts and ideas influence your actions? What are the reasons behind it all?
I don't fight, I defend, I loathe the idea of violence, of war, so much sacrifice over petty things that can be solved by simply talking. I defend because I was never defended, never protected from the harshness of war. My family and I suffered at the hand of Barabel clan war and Galactic war isn't any better.

Do you have any skills that make you stand out from the crowd?
Unlike my kin, I don't have a natural knack for aggression, I stay calm in times of battle. Though I did inherit my species ability of combat, and as I said before I like to defend, I will attack if necessary, but I prefer the former.

How do you relate to everyone else? Do you have any friends, family, foes or subordinates among them?
I know there are few Barabels among the Jedi, given their nature, but I don't know any. No family, I had many friends in the Bergruutfa Clan, but when I left it, I had only one friend which is my master, Karton La'shevit, who is dead.

What made you the person you are today? How did the past influence your present?
I was born on Barab I, to the Bagon clan, a clan of war mongers deep within the Barab I marshes. Also within these marshes were a number of other Barab clans, who waged war on each other, including my clan. My family were the weirdos of the clan, because we didn't find necessity in war like the rest of the clan. I had my parents and a brother and sister named J'varr and Liuatun. War was waged most of my life, until the Jedi picked me up that is, clan wars took my father's and brother's life, who were forced to fight in them, I was too young and women don't fight in the Bagon clan. One day two Jedi visited our clan, a knight and padawan, they were rejected by the majority of the clan, but we accepted them into our home, they tested my blood and said I was positive for force sensitivity , my sister was too old. My mother wanted what was best for me and she let them take me, the clan however, wasn't so keen to let a potential warrior go. So we fought our way out (And by we I mean the knight and padawan fought while I followed closely behind) and hopped into the ship, soaring away from Barbab I.

I was four when I left my homeworld, for Coruscant. There I was put in the Bergruutfa Clan and trained for nine years, I made many friends in the clan, but I doubted I would ever see them again when I completed trials and got taken on by Karton La'shevit, a Gungan Jedi master. We traveled the galaxy together, going on diplomatic meetings, special missions, protection jobs, almost anything you can think of. Why one of our most memorable missions was when I was 14,at a diplomatic meeting and one Gran diplomat pulled out a blaster and shot a Twi'lek diplomat in the chest, it turned into an all out firefight, I was deflecting blasts left and right, then the local law enforcement showed up which just made matters worse, and in the end only Master La'shevit, me, and a law enforcement officer survived. I only traveled with my master for 4 years, before the attack on Coruscant. We had flew to the planet so Master La'Shevit could have a word with the council, we landed and walked to the entrance of the temple, I decided to stay outside and observe the city, as my master was talking to the council. I was 17 now it had been awhile since I've been there, but not five seconds after my master walked in that a ship crashed into the building.

I sensed it a second too late, I was knocked off my feet by the explosion and over the edge of the platform, I fell about 15 feet before finding a ledge to grab onto, I pulled myself up and found myself at a cafe full of panicking people, A squad of Imperial soldiers were marching in, I barely had time to get into the cafe before they spotted me they opened fire, I was able to dodge this time and I forced my way up to them, cutting them down and running out of the cafe and into the street, I needed to find a way up to the temple, I rushed up a set of stairs in the back alley of the cafe, I was greeted by seven Imperial soldiers, all of them were listening to a human with red lightsaber I was able to register one word, Sith who was ordering the troopers that all Jedi were to be shot on sight. Then they saw me I deflected them the best I could, but the force was overwhelming. The Sith thrust-ed his hand at me and everything went black, now I'm in a cell and I'm pretty sure that the Imperial troops took over Coruscant, I've also worked out that my master is probably dead, by the time that ship hit, he wouldn't even been halfway across the hall.

Everyone has flaw(s)... What is/are yours?
I'm a saving people person, or so my master has told me, I try to save or protect people when it is virtually impossible.

Would you describe your Lightsaber, if you have made one?

It has a green light.

If you wield a Lightsaber, which of the Seven combat forms has your order trained you in?
III, Soresu

Describe your preference in the use of the Force. Are you particularly talented in any one area? Do you have flaws in another? What are the limits on what you can or will do?
I can do force push and pull, and use the force to affect my movements such as jumping or dodging.

Is there anything else you would like to mention about yourself?
Oh, as a symbol of my padawan rank I have a white tattoo that curls around my right arm, it is hidden by my robes.

VANDA SAKTI - SITH APPRENTICE

Who and what are you?
My name is Vanda Sakti. I don't remember much of my early life. The occasional glimmer of grass on Shili, and then the bursts of fire on that fateful day, floating above the Noctralis system as the Hutts raided the transport ship I was on. My mother and father probably died that day. I don't remember their faces anyway.

Togrutans are known for their exotic beauty - and what better place to be displayed than on the pleasure boat of a bloated space-slug like Bazilla the Hutt? Yes, I was enslaved. Paraded. Stripped and sold, and bargained for and leered at and attacked a hundred times over. It was the only life I'd ever known, since I was very young. Those rusted, decaying walls were my world. Yes, people came and went, the scum and the deplorable creatures that infested the foulest corners of the known galaxy - bounty hunters, assassins, hired thugs... they all poured back and forth into the hallowed halls of this minor Hutt. I started as a cup-girl, filling the drinks of those who had found themselves empty. That was when I was young. As I grew older, I felt the cruel eyes of a thousand terrible men staring me down every time I moved. I was provided with less and less clothing, until one day I found myself chained to the hideous behemoth himself, to dance for his pleasure and for that of his guests, to the shrill tweeting of a Bith band.

Bazilla was no kind master. He was wont to fire creatures and guests that he got bored of into the vacuum, as a means of entertaining those guests that he was not as bored of. I had seen it a thousand times. The way their eyes popped and they strangled themselves with paling hands in an attempt to breathe was... hilarious. I admit it. I suppose it was on that ship that I really got a love for the macabre. The deaths were entertaining, and I suppose that death itself became almost entirely ingrained upon me from the start. Cruelty had been my mother's milk.

I fought every day to survive, but every day I felt my will to live leave me. Why not just give in to the inevitable? All slaves die. No slave girl lives to a ripe old age.

Then, one day, just as a young and hopeful Togruta had begun to resign herself to an inevitable fate of being amongst trilling Twi'Lek and a hundred other types of slave until the day that my master found something more exotic, more exciting, and sent me barreling off into the great abyss, he arrived. He was young man, in honesty, but his scarred face him seem so much older. He dressed in tight fitting black robes, with a shock of brown hair streaked with white covering his head. Corellian, by the looks of him, but who knew, with humans? I felt him, too. In my soul. In my mind. There was something about him that spoke to me on a level I had never felt amongst the people here.

The other scum gave him a wide berth. Kept a good distance from him, and I noticed that even some of the slave girls were quick to refill his cup whenever it emptied, before even that of our master. But this mysterious stranger had eyes only for me. Of course, I was used to being stared at. I relished in it - it meant I was doing a good job. And as a Togruta, the eyes were usually on me. It wasn't as like there was a Lethan Twi'Lek to hand, after all. And, I admit, my eyes were on him a lot more than they were on Bazilla the Great Space Slug. My master noticed. That night, he announced that there would be a jettison to entertain the guests. Also, in a first for his pleasure barge, it would be a double jettison. Oh, how they all cheered and clapped at that. It made me feel a damn sight better about what happened next. They were going to see the slug's whore and the dark stranger cling desperately onto each other as they died horribly. How exciting. If it were not me who was about to me fired from into a vacuum, I imagine I would have been equally excited.

Then, just as the Hutt gave his vile guards the order to move forward, there was a flash of red and orange, and then the whole world fell away in terrified excitement and commotion. My master was cleaved clean in two before he could grunt, his guards cut down like so many stalks of plant matter. The man in black terrorised the floor until every single person there lay dead. Every single person, that is, except for me. The dancing floor was slick, and as I nervously watched over at my saviour... or murderer... I noticed that the head of a particularly ugly Bith was resting between my feet. I didn't feel disgusted, or scared. I felt at peace. If he killed me here, then so be it. My master's body writhed grotesquely, minus his head and shoulders. The chain that bound me to his arm felt ever so much lighter, and as I looked I realised that it was because the arm that I was attached to was being dragged behind me.

He didn't kill me. He introduced himself, red lightsaber flashing, and he struck off my chains. I was free. I knew what a lightsaber was. I had seen them before, illicitly obtained more often than not. A Sith. That word bounced around in my head for a while. I'd heard of the Sith. They were meant to be worse than the Hutts, yet here was a Sith Lord, telling me I had great potential. Telling me he would take me, and I could be so much more than this.

I went with him. No-one can blame me for that. I am Sith, now. No Jedi had ever saved me, nor would they. But the Sith gave me a reason to be. And so, I went, a newly made sithspawn, eyeing the power cell in my saviour's power-cell and lightsaber eagerly. He had a beautiful lightsaber, with a beautiful, ruby blade and an ebon pommel. I couldn't resist taking it from him, at the first opportunity, when he was sleeping. I expected him to wake up and for me to have to kill him with it, but instead he just laughed and laughed, and we whirled away into space in that tiny space pod as the rusted, ghostly pleasure barge that was once my entire world became an insignificant speck against an orange sun.

I must admit, I did not expect to find the Sith so... xenophobic. But a Togruta is not so different looking from a human, nor from a pureblood Sith, if you strip away at it. My dedication was enough to save me from immediate execution. My perception has kept me alive since then.

You might have many masters or causes, but when it is ground down properly, you serve one side alone. Which is it? The Sith Empire or the Galactic Republic?
My allegiance lays only with the Sith. Politics, emperors, Kings and Queens and everything in between are tools for the advancement of our glorious order. Self-preservation is key. My duty is to myself - myself's duty is to the Sith. The force shall free me.

What do you look like? How are you dressed?
I dress modestly, now. Long, runed robes of green and red and darkened colours of power. I wear my lekku and montrals with pride. They are my identifiers. I am grandiose, and I am beautiful. My shape is perfected by years of torture and torment. I know this, now. I know that I am beautiful. I will use that to my advantage whenever possible, mark my words.

Why do you fight? What thoughts and ideas influence your actions? What are the reasons behind it all?
I fight because, before that moment when the blood of a Hutt covered me head to toe, I had never fought before. I fight because I can. Because I have the potential - and because I want to. I am no ideologist. I am here to survive, to fight my way up in this cesspit of a chaotic galaxy. I will climb the ladder until I know that I am safe from whatever is beneath me, and then I shall climb it some more, and some more, until all that is beneath me is not safe from me. I am ruthless, and determined, but not out of some misplaced sadism. I am not addled - but I know that I must do what is necessary to survive. The Sith enabled my continued survival, and I therefore have much to give them too. What I have to do I will do. I have seen enough in this galaxy already. Nothing can shock me now.

Do you have any skills that make you stand out from the crowd?
A thirst for knowledge. Holocrons - they must be found. So much knowledge, so much power. When a Sith has a holocron, they never really die. My skills with a lightsaber are adequate. I took mine, with its bright red power cell. It's a beautiful thing, a single-bladed master piece, inscribed with runes and easily adaptable to my favoured techniques.

I must humbly confess that I have charms that work well on most men - and many women - in regards to extracting information. My years on the pleasure barge taught me that much. Besides, if that does not work, I am equally handy with more... heavy-handed methods of investigation. It is all necessary, especially with our new... guests.

Everyone has flaws. What are yours?
Only a fool would tell their fellow Sith about their flaws. My flaws are none - I find them, and I eliminate them. That is how it works with the Sith.

How would you describe your Lightsaber, if you have made one?
My lightsaber is the most beautiful thing I have ever owned. It has a curved, ebon hilt and is embedded with a ruby crystal that emits the most richly coloured blade. I keep it upon my person at all times, to make sure that it never falls into the wrong hands. I did not make it - but I have adapted its hilt to be curved since I claimed it as mine, and replaced its crystal with a much deeper, richer one.

If you wield a Lightsaber, which of the Seven combat forms has your order trained you in?
I excel at Form II: Makashi. It is elegant, refined, and as deadly as I myself.

Describe your preference in the use of the Force. Are you particularly talented in any one area? Do you have flaws in another? What are the limits on what you can or will do?
I use the force within itself far more than my lightsaber. I used it to torture, to seduce, to addle the minds of those weaker than me. My skills lay in interrogation and in pain and pleasure, as well as telekinesis and the power to push and pull objects at my whim. When I became a Sith Lord, I believe it would suit me well to become an inquisitor. Knowledge is power.

Who and what are you?

I am Calista Praxon, Knight of the Jedi Order. I am a human.

You might have many masters or causes, but when it is ground down properly, you serve one side alone. Which is it? The Sith Empire or the Galactic Republic?

I serve the Jedi Order, and though it, I serve the Republic.

What do you look like, and how are you dressed?

When I was younger, my blonde hair always kept getting in my face, so I keep it short and behind my ears. I use two pins to keep it in place. I have grey eyes, and my skin is pretty fair since I've spent most of my days indoors. Last I checked, which was a few months ago, I'm five feet four inches. I prefer to wear the traditional Jedi brown robe over a cream colored tunic with a brown undershirt. My boots are also brown and I have a matching belt. I'm rather plain, aren't I? I've never really liked to stand out though, so plain looking clothes seemed appealing.

Why do you fight? What thoughts and ideas influence your actions? What are the reasons behind it all?

I prefer thinking of it as defending. Combat is a mindset: if you call it fighting, then it makes you a fighter, right? I don't want to fight. I want to defend and protect. I want to show that might is not right. Hopefully someday combat won't have to be used in wars and battles and fights, but instead, a grim reminder of the costs of war, and perhaps a hobby, like fencing. At least it would then be a game instead of something worse.

Do you have any skills that make you stand out from the crowd?

What? Me? No, I don't think so! I think I'm rather average--well, I guess what I think isn't what could be in reality though, is it? I'm not the best Jedi, but I'm... Okay? I've made it this far, haven't I? I can speak and understand some Ul'Zabrak, and I have the power of psychometry, if that counts?

How do you relate to everyone else? Do you have any friends, family, foes or subordinates among them?

I've had friends sure, a couple friends. They got scattered to different worlds though, so I don't know what they're doing now. My fellow Jedi are my brothers and sisters, the citizens are a flock to be shepherded, and the Sith... I pity them. But I can't hate them. They're misguided and power hungry, but they're trying to do what's best, I suppose. Trying.

Particular friends are Strago Kelrune and Kinsakwi'teksa.

What made you the person you are today? How did the past influence your present?

The force first manifested in me when I was five. I was bullied often, as a young child on my home world, so I preferred to be left alone near the cliffs overlooking the sea. Unfortunately the bullies found me and began accosting me. I remember I just got so...so... Angry. So tired and frustrated that they were pushing me around all they wanted and I could do nothing. And so I accidentally pushed one of them with the force, and he nearly ended up falling off the cliffs.

I was ignorant them about the full significance of my actions until I was taken and trained at the Jedi Temple. It frightened me that my loss of control nearly resulted in the death of a boy who only teased me. Such was the result of anger, my Masters told me, and I believed them. So I diligently trained to suppress and overcome my emotions to prevent another uncontrolled outrage. As a Padawan, I trained under my Master, Durak Kolar, a Zabrak. My Master was stern, but kind. We'd spar together, his double bladed lightsaber and Style IV: Ataru versus my curved lightsaber and Style II: Makashi. He emphasized trying to overcome the weaknesses of Makashi, and gave me plenty of practice to do so. He also taught me some Ul'Zabrak, which was necessary for a mission to Iridonia years ago. Even though I'm no longer his Padawan, I still keep in touch with him. We're fairly good friends now, and I'll be forever grateful for all that he's taught me.

As I grew older, I questioned my teachings. I think it's natural to do so: you shouldn't swallow everything you're given. Was it anger that was to be feared? Should we fear fear itself? The path of the Jedi Consular called to me to answer these questions, or find deeper understanding. To truly understand the Dark Side, one had to get near it, to experience it. But I also wanted to be a more well-rounded Jedi (and I enjoyed sparring), so I decided to become a Jedi Sentinel upon my ascension to Knighthood. Perhaps study in both mind and body will not only make me more well-rounded, but provide insight between light and dark. I was to be sent to the front lines after my promotion to Knighthood, but unfortunately, the Temple was besieged, and I was captured.

Everyone has flaw(s)... What is/are yours?

Oh, I have plenty, I think. I'm not as good as the other Jedi when it comes to combat, knowledge... Everything. I'm not as smart as I should be, or strong. I wish I could do more than I can. But I can't, and this limitation frustrates me.

Would you describe your Lightsaber, if you have made one?
It's a curved one with a purple blade. I'm very fortunate to have one and am proud to have found it in the crystal caves on Ilum. I was claustrophobic of the space, and felt like I was getting low on oxygen as I kept venturing further into the cave. It didn't help that I was starting to become convinced that I had passed the same formation of crystals growing on the wall five times. Worse, the walking space was growing smaller and smaller. It seed as if the walls were collapsing on me. I could feel a panic attack about to come on, as my breathing rate increased. Luckily there was some practical part of my brain that made me sit down, take deep breaths, and recite the Jedi code. It certainly helped; I felt far more calm once I had meditated for a few minutes. With the code being repeated over and over in my head, I remained calm for the rest of my search, even as the space around me grew so small that I had to crawl on my stomach. And there, in that tiny section of the cave, was a single glowing, purple crystal in the darkness. My Lightsaber may not be overly ornate like most curved hilt sabers, but still maintains the grace and elegance as any of them. The switch is located near the hilt, so I don't accidentally press it in combat.

If you wield a Lightsaber, which of the Seven combat forms has your order trained you in?
I have trained in Style II: Makashi, and I'm excellent in it, if I do say so myself! Still, I have much to learn if I want to be considered one of the greater Makashi duelists.

Describe your preference in the use of the Force. Are you particularly talented in any one area? Do you have flaws in another? What are the limits on what you can or will do?

I can do a little healing. But I am proficient at pulling and pushing objects with the force. I can't lift let's say, a starship, but what I lack in strength I make up for in precision. I'm better at using a lightsaber though. I also have the power of psychometry, which allows me to see impressions and traces of people from the objects they've used. It's hard for me to pin down one person when multiple people have used the object in question, however, and it is also difficult to use psychometry when the object is rarely (once) by the person in question

If you are a Jedi, have you given thought above as to how your character got captured, and why he/she/it is still alive? (answer to this can be reflected above)

No. No I don't. And honestly? I don't want to think about it. Not until I have to.

Who and what are you?

My name is Kres'haw'nuruodo, a Chiss female. Non-Chiss may call me by my core name, Shawn.

You might have many masters or causes, but when it is ground down properly, you serve one side alone. Which is it? The Sith Empire or the Galactic Republic?

My loyalty is to the Empire, as they are our allies, and there are things we can learn from them. Our societies benefit mutually, and share a few similarities.

What do you look like, and how are you dressed?

I stand at a height of 1.6 meters. Physical demands of being a Sith has made my body in peak physical form and mostly muscle. Like most Chiss, my skin is a cobalt blue and my eyes are red, my hair is black and falls to my shoulders with bangs across my left forehead. My battle armor is pure black, with a silver helmet covered with a black hood, the gauntlets are clawed, and the boots have spikes in the back and have cleats. When I’m not wearing battle armor, I prefer robes of the same color, pants, and leather boots with a metal toe. The robes have grey piping, and there is a long grey line on the outer legs of my pants, signifying my affiliation with the Nuruodo family, and a red undershirt to symbolize the Red Flame’s teachings.

Why do you fight? What thoughts and ideas influence your actions? What are the reasons behind it all?

I fight for pleasure and for advancing my own goals. The forefront of which is to strengthen my own power and gather knowledge to eventually part on to the Chiss. The Republic is a corrupted system that hides behind its Jedi, who outright ignores their passions. At least the Chiss recognize these passions: the Jedi are far worse in this regard, and need to snap out of their ignorance.

Do you have any skills that make you stand out from the crowd?

The Chiss have excellent night vision, and I am proficient in Chenuh, Minnisiat, and Galactic Basic. I’d like to consider myself balanced in terms of combat and the Force, but if I had to be honest, I am more proficient in using the Force than I am a lightsaber. My time in Imperial Intelligence has also given me knowledge of the identification and usage of poisons, even curing them. And of course, techniques in assassination and interrogation.

How do you relate to everyone else? Do you have any friends, family, foes or subordinates among them?

I left my families behind on Csilla when I decided to go to the Sith. Some call me a rebel for my actions, and that I’m squandering my talent with moactan teel*, the majority believe that what I am doing is for the best. The non-believers will see reason over time, of this I am certain.

What made you the person you are today? How did the past influence your present?

If I must tell you, so be it. I was born into the Kres family on Csilla, the third oldest of four other boys. My parents were relieved to finally have a girl, and were less hesitant about having a family of five. My childhood itself was uneventful, but in a few ways, I felt different from my peers. Chiss are taught that all energy should be spent toward work, towards serving out the duties of one’s position. Emotional outbursts are unprofessional and wastes of energy, and so too were indulgences of luxuries. One could be doing something useful instead of loafing about. But couldn’t emotions be channeled into something useful? It seemed to be wasteful not to. And leisurely activities should not be so scorned: one must work, but there must be some relaxation. Otherwise, the worker can be burned out.
At age ten, I entered the military and began working my way to become an officer. I was given exceptionally high marks, and bestowed with the honor of being adopted into the Nuruodo family and allowed to use their name in mine. Around this time was when the Ascendency allied itself to the Empire in exchange for preserving our own autonomy. For the sake of good relations between our groups, I volunteered to put my skills to work not as a Chiss officer, but as an Imperial Agent. This caused a minor schism in my family, with some saying it was a waste of my abilities, and others approving of my plan. Those who approved outnumbered those who didn’t, and so I travelled to Dromund Kaas and was selected into the Imperial Agent program.

It was satisfying work, but I will not go into detail, as I literally cannot disclose my work during that time period. What I can tell you is that I was a Cipher agent, and that my career was ended when a Sith Lord discovered that I was Force sensitive. He was Lord Saarai: a Pureblood. He took an interest in my sensitivity, and while he was not overly fond of those not of the Red Sith, he was even less fond of talent squandered. With my consent, he would arrange for me to be discharged from Imperial Intelligence, and ship me off to the Sith Academy to be trained as a Sith Apprentice. If I survived, he would become my Master and would continue my instruction. This was more than a mere opening: this was opportunity. An opportunity for the Chiss to further ingrain themselves in the higher echelons of the Empire: the very class who ruled it. I didn’t dream of this before, because I never thought that I had a sensitivity for the Force that the Sith spoke of. But now that this opportunity was staring at me in the face, how could I refuse it? I agreed to his terms, and thus ended my career in Intelligence.

Being a Sith Acolyte is difficult. Being a non-human Sith Acolyte is even more difficult, though I was treated fractionally better due to my near-human appearance. But great challenges are normal for Chiss: we do not expect handouts. I had to be particularly cautious, as there were some who were none too happy that a Chiss--an alien--had a spot, and not another human or a pureblood. I fought this undeterred during my time there, killing a few of my rivals in the process, without being caught, which silenced most of my objectors. Per our agreement, I was taken under the instruction of Lord Saraai upon graduation. Like me, he too had the ability of Force Stealth, and taught me how to utilize it. His work focused around Cipher agents and overseeing the interrogations of those they were instructed to capture. He was chosen with these talents in mind to come aboard the Hâsk and put them to use. While part of the temple strike team, he was specifically tasked with capturing Jedi to be turned to the dark side. I insisted that I be brought along, and after having to duel my contenders for the honor, I came out on top. But before we could set about our tasks, we had to find our subjects: during the Sacking of Coruscant.

My Master did not do well. In the temple grounds, we encountered a Knight and presumably, his Apprentice. I engaged the Apprentice, and he, the Knight. The Apprentice was resilient, but he ended up falling anyway. My Master, however, took a blow to his shoulder, and a whole chunk of his hamstring had been cleaved off. It was at that moment that he decided that he was too weak to continue, so I struck him down. Lord Saarai is no more. I am now in need of a new Master, and Darth Nyiss gave me the opportunity to put my Agent skills to use. For now, I have to focus on interrogation and converting the Jedi on board, while undoubtedly dealing with suspicions that will be hovering over me concerning the circumstances of my Master’s death.

I look forward to both tasks, but particularly the second: the greatest weapon the Sith can use is their former enemies. What could be better than to break the Jedi’s will by using its former students? It will be different, and a change of pace. Though I spend these last two days reading through prisoner files and watching the other Sith at work. Some Jedi are promising. Others are not. But I’ve also been preparing my entrance for a few days now… I think it’ll be particularly clever.

Good characters are always flawed in some ways. Often heroes are even more flawed than bystanders. There is typically a balance between greater skill in one area and significant flaws in others… What are your flaws?

My people think I’m too emotional. The Sith think I’m too restrained. Some think I’m too indifferent about how others perceive me outside of business. Imperfection is hammered out of Chiss during our preparation to join the military or our future career. Perhaps some could think of me as a perfectionist, though I wouldn’t think that to be a flaw.

Would you describe your Lightsaber, if you have made one?

It is black with some silver gilding, and has a blood red crystal to color it. The hilt of my lightsaber curls out as a blade with rings through it, and is kept sharpened so that I may stab someone with it and cause significant internal damage with the rings.

If you wield a Lightsaber, which of the Seven combat forms has your order trained you in?

After careful deliberation, I decided that Style V: Djem So was the best choice for me, as it allowed me to use both the Force and my emotions in combat to their maximum potentials.

Describe your preference in the use of the Force. Are you particularly talented in any one area? Do you have flaws in another? What are the limits on what you can or will do?
Don’t forget that this is in the middle of a war. Anyone of truly great skill would have been at or near the front lines.

My true skill lies in my abilities with Force Lightning, Telepathy, and perhaps the most potent one, Force Stealth. With it, I mask my true allegiance and can speak to others from far distances. A very useful combination, given the right situation and the right wielder.

Is there anything else you would like to mention about yourself?

I’d rather not, thank you, I would have thought that my answering of previous questions was satisfactory. You don’t need to know anything more about me.

*"Fair haired": a derogatory term for non-Chiss.

(Take away about eight years, so it looks like she's 17 instead of 25 :p)

Who and what are you?

Rin Eris, a human Jedi Knight of at least 3 years.

You might have many masters or causes, but when it is ground down properly, you serve one side alone. Which is it? The Sith Empire or the Galactic Republic?

The Galactic Republic or to be more specific, the Jedi Order and Code.

What do you look like, and how are you dressed?

I’m a sixteen years old, white male and rather athletic in my appearance with height at 5’10”. My hair is jet black and cut into a neat, short trim that is mostly spiky on top while I sport two slightly different colored eyes. One is bright green but the other is slightly lighter, dull almost, thanks to an injury sustained during my time on the front lines. There is a few light scars, faded, trailed down the side of my face that have long since healed but however it left its mark, I can’t see depth perception out of my right eye very well. Currently I’m dressed in the robes of a simple Jedi Knight.

Why do you fight? What thoughts and ideas influence your actions? What are the reasons behind it all?

The only reason I bring up my lightsaber is in the defense of others and ideas of peace in the Galaxy. I will not be provoked into a mindless rage or baited into other reasons because my faith is strong and firm. What I do is very much in union with my beliefs, any that tell me otherwise discover my expression will not waver from this.

Do you have any skills that make you stand out from the crowd?

My ability to connect puzzles and see details most overlook, not a useful trait for a Knight but one that had served me well over the years. And likely will continue to do so in the far future.

What made you the person you are today? How did the past influence your present?

I have three siblings and all younger than me.

My brother is five, and twin sisters about six years, all gifted with the force and currently at the Coruscanti temple upon time of the sacking. I’m saddened to say, I likely will never see their bright young faces again. My cousin is Lea Rahn, a Jedi Padawan from the Temple, and my dark fore brood is very terrible when it comes to thoughts about her over the days past. I can’t tell for certain if this means she’s gone or worse. In all truth, there’s little I find hopeful in the situation which draws a unsettle sorrow within me.

My mother was force sensitive and a Jedi knight, killed in the Temple struggle while she defended her home. I found her body and counted it among the dead, though after what Master Fallon has told me then it’s unlikely she is with the force. My father, not force sensitive, hadn’t been present or he too would’ve died among the ruins. He was on Coruscant during the Empire’s assault, but not at the Jedi Temple, so he managed to avoid being killed and instead very much alive unlike some Coruscant civilians. Something I was grateful for as he currently attends to the funeral rites for my departed mother.

Father believes I am too prideful when it comes to my duties and responsibilities, unable to accept failure within myself or my limitations in things beyond my control. I disagree completely with him because I never believe I’m working alone as I’ve seen many great things done when many individuals work together, their blood, sweat and tears made the Galaxy better. Those force sensitivities, fallen Jedi or Sith, that can’t work alongside the Jedi are a risk to what we aim to achieve and possibly could undo what the Jedi have managed so far.
Would you describe your Lightsaber, if you have made one?
Basic one with a yellow blade.

If you wield a Lightsaber, which of the Seven combat forms has your order trained you in?
Not sure for this one.

Describe your preference in the use of the Force. Are you particularly talented in any one area? Do you have flaws in another? What are the limits on what you can or will do?

I’m only average in my combat skills which explains why my face is scarred and suffered such an extensive injury as my first front line experience hadn’t went well. Since then, my talent lies more in in diplomatic means and aiding escape if needed. I’m ideally adapted in abilities like Comprehend Speech, Force Empathy, and related skills as Force Speed and Stealth make me very difficult to track or notice when it comes to seeking out information.

Is there anything else you would like to mention about yourself?

Nothing more to say that would be useful.

Venren Cosnell, Knight of the Republic

Appearance:

Venren is young man, human, not much over 17 and of a small frame. While not having an impressive physique in any way, he has become reasonably fit from his occupation. Straight black hair that is always cut before reaching his shoulders and sharp, green eyes. His clothes consist of the standard knight’s outfit, rather worn out at this point and with the robe, utility belt and the lightly armoured bits now removed.

Few men truly serve more than one cause. Sure, you might pay lip service to many and support others, but which cause do you serve most? The Galactic Republic and the Jedi order, or the glorious Sith Empire? If you have other causes you pay some service to, you may mention them as well.

I am a Jedi, and the Jedi serve the Republic.

Now you have described somewhat about yourself, but you have not covered why you fight. Is it out of idealistic belief, or is it something else?

This is probably a more interesting question to me than it is to you. I think you should be at least a bit of an idealist as a Jedi, or you’ll lose sight of your long term goal and purpose. When your goal is sustainable peace, as is the case with the Jedi, you must always ask yourself why and when it is necessary to take to violence. But it always is necessary on some level. You fight while there are things worth protecting, and diplomacy does not always succeed.

Surely you are not like everyone else. What sort of skills make you stand out from the rest? Do they stand out because you excel at them, or because you fail miserably?

I have always had a great talent in lightsaber combat and using the force to fight has always come easy to me. I don’t know about standing out, though. Many knights are proficient with their weapon. It was certainly noted while I trained at the temple, but I doubt I am especially outstanding compared to my peers now. I also have the mental strength to make a knight, though I doubt that is anything outstanding either.

I have also learned a few things about tending injuries without the force, though my skills are not of much use if there are forcehealers or larger quantities of kolto available.

You have not been in touch with the rest so far. How do you relate to them? Are there any friends of yours among them? any enemies? Or perhaps you even have family therein? Do not hesitate here because you do not see yourself mentioned in other players' character sheets. They may simply have forgotten to write you up. Correct that mistake, would you?

Xid is my friend since a long time. We grew up in the temple and trained and studied together a great deal. I’ve only had sporadic contact since we both left Coruscant, though.
I know Allanar Damarcus in the passing, he’s always seemed like a good Jedi and role model.

I’ve met Strago and Kinsa during my training, but I haven’t gotten to know them all that well.

The past makes you who you are. What sort of events made you the one you are? Do some events mean more to you than others? Did you have a good or a bad life?

Not much of my past stands out that much. I was picked up by the Jedi when I was about five and grew up at the temple since then. I quickly came to consider the temple my home and the Jedi and other younglings there to be my new family.

It was clear rather soon that I was best suited as a combatant, and while I did have interest in learning other things it was only with the lightsaber I shown any real talent. I never did have the mind of a scholar, as interesting as their work is on one level, I never had the patience to read for long if I could be outside. I also would have liked to learn other less violent arts, like force-healing, but I never could.

While a combat trained padawan I would travel with my master and join him on his missions. The ones were I was present were not supposed to high risk, but in wartime, well, things go wrong. In short, we had to fight a number of times when we did not expect to, and at some point it was decided that I had seen enough real combat and could stay level-headed under pressure well enough to be a knight. Quite early, yes, but I think it just didn’t make sense to keep me tied to a master if I could handle myself, especially in times like these.

This was only just a few months ago, though. It was my second assignment as a Jedi knight that ended with me helping the evacuation of all troops and some citizen from an area now far into Imperial territory. That’s also when I was captured by the Sith and ended up here.

No good character is without his or her flaws. Nobody’s perfect. The heroes, be they good or evil, tend to have more blatant flaws than the tagalongs. What be thine flaws?

Aside from the different uses of the force that I am unskilled at, I am a young and new knight with little real experience. While I’ve dealt well with the situations I’ve been in, nothing I’ve been through compares to this. And while I’ve usually have had the mental strength to stay calm, I am far from immune to fear, pain or anger. I can control my feeling with a Jedi’s willpower, but never really escape them. There are also a few unjedilike traits that I’ve had to work on. I’ve had to specifically train patience, for example, and I also have what my Master likes to call “tendencies of thrill-seeking”.

No matter if you are a Jedi or a Sith, you probably made a lightsaber once upon a time. What does it look like?

I have made my own lightsaber, and it’s a shame that I had to lose it so soon. It’s pretty standard issue, really. Simple, with a wrapped grip and blue blade. Designed to be used both one and two-handed.

If you wield a Lightsaber, which of the Seven combat forms has your order trained you in?

Aside from the basics of Form I that all Jedi start with, I am trained in Form III Soresu and Form II Makashi.

What sort of person are you? Do you use the Force for combat, or do you prefer to wield its more mystical branches? Is there something you excel at above all other things? Is there something you are hopelessly bad at? What limitations do you have?
Don’t forget that this is in the middle of a war. Anyone of truly great skill would have been at or near the front lines.

I was always quite capable with using the force for combat. Aside from just using the lightsaber, I’m good with force uses centered around my own body, such as having it aid my movements and the like. Most other things, and indeed the more mystical branches of the force, I am far worse at. For example, while I have an easy time pushing tings away, moving heavy things in any other direction requires a great deal of concentration. I am terrible at manipulating other’s emotions through the force and therefore have no talent in things like persuasion. Sensing is not that bad, but I have not great skill in that either. Some Jedi can use the force for things like healing or telling when people lie, but such things I cannot do at all.

You are Jedi. Yet you have not been held with the other prisoners. Why not? Were you captured elsewhere? Did you just get captured? Or have you simply been isolated till now?

I was recently captured.

Who and what are you? From where do you come, to where are you going? Tell us about yourself.

I always hated these awkward get to know you questions but I digress... My name is Avix Veir, I am 23 years of age and hail from Balmora. My parents were farmers and I grew up in the country. Things were often lovely when the Republic and Sith Empires pissing contest wasn't ravaging the damn planet. Where am I going? Well I'm stuffed in this ship on a rescue mission to liberate the captured Jedi from their horrible “Sith” oppressors. I see you picked on the cynicism in my tone... Well it's kind of hard not to be cynical when our order tends to wipe out any traces of the Sith. While the Sith are seeking to turn our padawans, knights and younglings into one of their own. Such a thought would have me shunned by the rest of this party but my master always taught me think outside the box. To question the Jedi orders rigid standards and err... I'll spare you the rest of this rant... Maybe you'll hear it another time if you make it off that godforsaken ship.

Few men truly serve more than one cause. Sure, you might pay lip service to many and support others, but which cause do you serve most? The Galactic Republic and the Jedi order, or the glorious Sith Empire?

My allegiance is to the Jedi order, even if their rigid standards tend to put me off at times. I see the merit in the other things they teach such as not letting your emotions cloud your judgments and emphasis on self discipline. I've seen first hand the other side of the spectrum and erractic pride filled Sith put me off way more. Pride is a crutch of the insecure and their "Passion" doesn't set them free... It eventually enslaves them, nothing more fun then using their "Passion" against them and robbing them of their pride. It is way more entertaining to me than giving them a quick death. As for the Republic? I see it as a tiresome old bureaucracy but it is a better alternative to the Sith Empires xenophobic form of rule. It is the lesser of the two evils that at least attempts at some sort of fairness as opposed to the oligarchy of Sith Empire.

Eyes grow weak with age. They cannot see you clearly. Would you kindly describe what you look like and the sort of clothes you wear?

Well I stand at 6’4 and have a muscular build. My eye color is hazel and I normally wear my straight black hair in an unkempt fashion. But here is a picture that will say a lot more then my simple description:

Now you have described somewhat about yourself, but you have not covered why you fight. Is it out of idealistic belief, or is it something else?

Why I fight? Well being a Jedi Shadow it kind of is unavoidable as my duty in the Order is to destroy all things Sith. My former Master always had a different view on those creatures and often would give them one more chance to convert to the light before finishing them off. She always thought they were lost and could be saved if given the chance. I always thought it was foolish as most were too far gone or to prideful to ever do something like this. I personally hold a deep disdain for the Sith but will still do this practice as a way of paying homage to my fallen master. Who knows…? One day I might meet a Sith who takes me up on the offer and I’ll make them my apprentice. Don’t laugh… I’m being serious… But I probably have a better chance of breathing in space then that ever happening.

Sorry I started to ramble but I fight to stop the spread of the tyranny of the Sith as I’ve experienced it firsthand and it’s instilled a disdain in me I just can’t seem to shake. Its one thing that scares me quite a bit as I know it could lead to my downfall and must be kept in check through meditation.

Surely you are not like everyone else. What sort of skills make you stand out from the rest? Do they stand out because you excel at them, or because you fail miserably?

I am an exceptional duelist, have exceptional agility and self discipline to my benefit. As for dueling it is an absolute necessity and something I take great pleasure in. There is nothing more enjoyable then a good duel against a worthy opponent. I even have the tendency to using Dun Moch against my opponents to keep throw them off guard. My agility is just something I honed over years of training with my former master.

My odd ability improvisations is something that has kept me alive this long. You wouldn't believe how often spitting in your opponents face when sabers are locked has often given me the opportunity I need. Is it under handed? Yes… Do I care? No… I also am adequate with tech and can hack into basic things like maintenance terminals.

You have not been in touch with the rest so far. How do you relate to them? Are there any friends of yours among them? any enemies? Or perhaps you even have family therein?

Ever since after my master passed I have pretty much been alone and rarely interact with the others in the order. Most of my tasks are stealth related and involve me doing things alone.

The past makes you who you are. What sort of events made you the one you are? Do some events mean more to you than others? Did you have a good or a bad life?

The first couple of years were quite enjoyable from what I remember… My parents ran a quaint farm in the country and we were never bothered with the troubles of the galaxy. This was my life for the first 5-6 years before all hell broke loose. My home world apparently held a significant value because of its location near the core worlds and the fact that we quite a few weapons producing facilities made it an instant target for the Sith. The peaceful world I had briefly known was dragged into this pointless conflict.

This greatly impacted my family and the area we lived in happened to have a major weapons producing facility nearby. It wasn't long before the Sith landed and dispersed various soldiers to acquire supplies for this campaign in the surrounding area. They took everything and tried to force my parents to produce more food to feed the soldiers in the area as they advanced against some of the Balmoran forces held up in the weapons facility. My father being a staunched supporter of the Republic initially refused to do anything for the Sith. The soldiers however had other ways of getting him to comply and beat him with in an inch of his life. They then threatened to kill my mother and me if the beating wasn't sufficient motivation to aide "The Glorius Sith Empire".

We now had a small contingent of Sith soldiers that stayed on the farm to make sure everything went according to plan and we met their quotas. If we didn't they would "motivate" us so that it would never happen again. This was the nightmare I lived in and had to witness things a young boy should never be subjected to. It was a living hell that was finally broken when Lucia Thaxton appeared a year later.

She was on a mission to destroy the newly captured weapons facility in the area. Our farm just so happened to be a few miles away and allowed for her ship to land undetected. Under the cover of darkness she quickly made her way to the house and immediately saw one of the many episodes of cruelty that befell my family. One of the newer soldiers tried to sexually assault my mother and my father finally lost it. He tackled the Sith to the ground and began to punch the soldier senseless. It didn't take long before he took a blaster to the back. My mother soon met the same fate as my father. I was then faced with a blaster to my face and could feel my impending death before a bright orange saber pierced through the chest of the soldier. I quickly closed my eyes out of fear and before I opened them it was over. When I finally opened my sheepish eyes I was met with the warm smile of brown haired women who appeared to be dressed in odd fashion. I was still traumatized about the whole situation but she introduced herself as Lucia Thaxton assuring me that everything was going to be okay. She took pity on me and took me back to her ship. She said that she would find me a new home after her mission was done and that I’d be safe there. So I waited…

Several hours passed and before the oddly dressed young women trotted back in. It appeared her mission had gone quite well as I had felt a large tremor an hour earlier and she wore that same carefree warm smile upon her face. I was relatively quiet and didn’t answer her questions initially. After her repeated attempts to gather information out of me she finally settled on the simple question as to if I was hungry. I sheepishly nodded my head and could see a smile dance across her face as she took to the kitchen. What she made was delicious and after our dinner she began to inquire about me again. I was comfortable now and divulged everything I could remember. I was a mere boy so there really wasn’t much to tell aside from my name, a bit about my family, and the cruelty the Sith had inflicted upon us over this past year. She went on to introduce herself a bit more and told me she was Jedi. I had never heard such a term and asked what exactly a Jedi was. She answered it as simplistically as she could as basically saying the Jedi represented the light while the Sith represented the dark. I eagerly asked if I could join the Jedi as I wanted to pay those Sith back for all that they had done. Her warm smile quickly faded and she went on to scold me. She stated that the Sith were merely lost and needed a guiding hand back to light. She went on to state such thoughts of vengeance would make me no better than them. I of course had no idea what she was talking but solemnly shook my head. I asked her if I could be a Jedi. Her response was swift and stated I had to be force sensitive to be a Jedi. She could see the look of disappoint in my eyes and immediately backtracked stating that she could test me to see if I was force sensitive. My eyes immediately lit up and asked what this test was. She said it was quite simple and took my midi-chlorian count. She looked at the results and a sly smile crept across her face. “Well well looks like you do have what it takes to be Jedi… I can’t just take to a foster family now can I? It’d appear that I should take you back to the Jedi Temple on Coruscant for you to begin your trai…” she said before I abruptly cut her off and hugged her leg. “I want to go with you…” I sheepishly stated as I stared up at her with my hazel eyes. She immediately started stating numerous reasons why she shouldn’t take me as an apprentice but I would not budge. After she had exhausted all of her excuses she finally looked down at me and sighed. “Well looks like I can’t turn you down now can I? It would appear I am stuck with you and you with me... Just know I won’t be an easy master deal wi…” she replied before I quickly cut her off with my own words of excitement and continued to hug her leg. She then went onto ruffle my hair and finally was able to get me out of my iron grasp. We then left my home world and I was off to begin my training.

During my early years with my master I often meditated, practiced the art of defending one’s mind from Sith mental manipulation and the art of light saber dueling with my master. It was a very graceful art form what I could see and I was pretty clumsy with it at first as I wasn’t the most coordinated child… However I eventually came into my own and began to pick it up pretty quickly as the years went by. During these early padwan years I however often never went on missions with my master. My skills as a shadow weren’t quite up to par and would make such missions a liability. I would see any action till about 8 years later and by them I had learned how to conceal myself through the force.

With these abilities I was finally able to go on missions with my master and not waste away in that damn ship constantly practicing while she was out. Our first mission however was to take place on Alderaan. The planet was engrossed in violent battle with the Sith Empire and our mission was to infiltrate a Sith base to find crucial information about the Sith fleet that orbited above. This was to hopefully give the Republican fleet an edge in the battle.

The initial part of the missions was very easy as we easily snuck by the Sith soldiers in the base using our force abilities to conceal ourselves. I remember I remarked that this was almost too easy before being scolded by my master saying that it could jinx us. I just shrugged my shoulders and continued on avoiding the Sith until we came upon the room where the information was held. After the initial upload was done we heard the doors open behind us and I caught my first glimpse of actual Sith warriors. Their red sabers were already brandished and it appeared they knew we would be coming. This couldn't be as we were hidden but the Sith who appeared to be the master stated that it was I who alerted them. This baffled me as I could have sworn I did nothing to allow for such detection but I guess I must have gotten careless. There however was no going back and a duel ensued as I took on a female Zabrak who appeared to be the apprentice. We clashed in a violent struggle neither able to gain any ground on the other. I was just trying to wear her down as she was a practitioner of Juyo. I figured her violent strokes would eventually begin to diminish as I parried them gracefully while striking back in a controlled fashion waiting for my opening. Little did I realize that my master had just finished off her opponent and as the apprentice had reached exhaustion. I saw my opening and I took it as I parried her diminished strike while flourishing in a vertical fashion severing her right arm. I immediately kicked her in the chest knocking her to the floor as I was about to deliver the finishing move my green saber was stopped by what appeared to be an orange saber reminiscent of my master. A sense of dread quickly filled me as I assumed the worst and turned my head to see it was my master. I was relieved and asked why she hadn’t let me finish her off. My master went onto explain that it wasn’t what she had taught me and that I hadn’t even given the Sith a chance to repent to the light. I protested but it was to no avail as I reluctantly asked the Sith to abandon the dark and come back to the light. The Zabrak just sneered before uttering a plethora of insults. “Well it appears she refuses our offer… You know what to do Avix…” my master said with a sigh as she sheathed her saber and turned her back to let me finish the deed. I proceeded to slice the Siths neck effectively ending her miserable existence.

I had known my master had long preached redemption of the Sith and how I am to give them one last chance to repent to the light before I finished the deed. This however was a lot harder in practice as I saw them as abominations… Abominations that caused pain and suffering... Caring nothing for anybody but themselves as they wrought destruction through the galaxy… I brought these thoughts to the forefront when I engaged my master and she preached with conviction how she felt about them. She said she pitied them and saw them as lost souls that could be potentially be redeemed. She went on to state that Sith didn't kill Jedi if a capture was possible. Stating that they would try turn us but the Jedi didn’t seem to give them no such opportunity. She felt it was a great travesty and something that needed to be corrected. If I was to remain under her tutelage I’d have to abide by this practice or I’d be her student no more. I of course immediately back tracked and begrudgingly agreed as my love for my master over shadowed my disdain for the Sith.

Over the next couple of years I steadily improved going on numerous missions with my master. Most would go swimmingly and I would hardly ever have to brandish my saber. The times we did we normally made quick work of the Sith we fought. Still none of them took me up on the offer to come back to light preferring death or attempting to catch me off guard. This made me even more cynical about the Sith ever wanting to be redeemed… Yet I still pressed on one failed conversion after another. During this time I completed my Jedi trials and was Padawan no longer. Yet I and my master still worked together.

Things finally came to head about 2 years ago when I and my master were on a mission to destroy a Sith talisman on a deserted world which name escapes me at the moment. It had appeared on the scene first quickly making our way to the main chamber When we came to the main chamber of the room it had almost been eerily deserted. We both quickly came to the realization that it was a trap but it was too late as two Sith assassins were upon us as they emerged from the shadows. We were barely able to draw our sabers to block their initial onslaught. I engaged what appeared to be a human male but I couldn't tell as he was in some sort of armor that concealed his face. The other was a male Twi’lek with a light blue skin tone adorned in the traditional robes of the Sith. I completely lost track of how my master was doing as I keyed on the Sith that lay before. He was a practitioner of makashi as well and it made for a relatively intriguing duel as we both traded blows. I however got the upper hand and immediately flourished up sending my saber through his skull. I quickly saw that my master was struggling with the male Twi’lek. I was just about to enter the fray but it was too late as he punched my master in the face before thrusting his saber into her abdomen. The life immediately went from her eyes as she stumbled lifelessly to the floor. At this point a trickle of tears began to stream down my eyes before I immediately charged wrathfully at the Sith. I lost my composure and I swung violently at the Sith who seemed to take delight in my anguish parrying my aggressively sloppy swings. I immediately used force pull to grab my fallen masters sabers and assailed the Sith even more furiously. I slowly began to give into my hate for the Sith and started to overpower the Twi’lek before I ducked under one of his vertical slashes falling to my knee as I crossed my arms. I immediately swung my arms across my body severing both his legs. I stood up and was immediately about to strike him down in a violent fashion before I saw that it was my masters saber I was about to strike him down with. Everything she had taught me was about to be thrown away in this rage filled passion and immediately I stopped myself. This isn't what she wanted… I was about to become one of those rage filled monsters I long despised… No I won’t give in… I then lowered my blades and crossed them around his neck. I stated the ultimatum my master had said to numerous Sith. The Sith couldn't help but laugh feverishly at my proposal and began to gloat about killing my master. He refused my offer so I ended him…

I would continue to do this even though I know that it may never happen but somehow I want to believe my master’s ideal would someday come to fruition. Oddly her ideal became mine but I would never openly admit it. I may be cynical about it but I long for that day I will redeem at least one. Hell I will even make the redeemed my apprentice. As for now I operate doing similar missions I use to do with my master except I do them alone. I rarely have any interactions with the others in my order other then the Jedi who give me my missions. The loneliness can be unbearable at times but I continue on hoping one day that I may be able to redeem one at least one. That would be enough for me…

No good character is without his or her flaws. Nobody’s perfect. The heroes, be they good or evil, tend to have more blatant flaws than the tagalongs. What be thine flaws?

Well one of my flaws is my deep disdain for the Sith as stated above. I fear that one day it will lead to my downfall and is a reason why I often meditate in my free time. Another thing that one could say is a flaw is my loose adherence to the Jedi code. It often gets me in trouble with my more rigid superiors but I still uphold the values my master instilled in me. I’m not the best with people as my interactions were mostly with my master and she didn't do much to help my social skills. Hence why I appear to come off as distant and standoffish to most.

No matter if you are a Jedi or a Sith, you probably made a lightsaber once upon a time. What does it look like?




If you wield a Lightsaber, which of the Seven combat forms has your order trained you in?

I mostly studied in Form II: Makashi as most action I tend to see is against force users and is normally my preferred style of combat. I am well versed in Jar'Kai but often use this as a way of keeping my opponent off guard

What sort of person are you? Do you use the Force for combat, or do you prefer to wield its more mystical branches?

The things I excel with in regards’ to the force is stealth. I am able to mask my prescience from other force users and even able to vanish from sight. This makes skulking about enemy territory a lot simpler. The only other force ability not related to stealth that I excel in is defense against mental manipulation. It was taught to me very early on by my Master and I’ve honed it throughout the years. It is one reason why one of my favorite past times is meditating.

My other force abilities are adequate but nothing special.

You are Jedi. Yet you have not been held with the other prisoners. Why not? Were you captured elsewhere?

Honestly I was on a mission on my home world aiding the Balmoran resistance and Republic forces. This mostly involved acts of sabotage, information gathering and the occasional duel.

Is there anything else you would like to mention about yourself? You know there is something.

Nothing I can think of as I divulged quite a bit to you… If you want to know more you’ll have to survive this mission.