Name:
I am Kinsakwi'tetsu. You may call me Master Tetsu.

Species:
Twi'lek.

Age:
I'm 39 years old.

Gender:
Female.

Faction:
Jedi Order
Rank:
I'm a Jedi Master, though I specialized as an Investigator. We're not fighting a war against just the Sith, we're fighting a war against growing Crime too.

Captive?
I'm not a captive, I am one of the Jedi who are going to rescue the prisoners.

Appearance:


Notable Race Traits:
I'm a Twi'lek, so I'm rather flexible. At least, I think that's one of our racial traits. Otherwise, I've got my lekku. They're more of a burden now though, since I always have to take great care to keep them protected while in a fight.

Flaws:
Even though I'm a Master Jedi, I still am an Investigator and I'm mainly sent to deal with criminal organizations. Compared to other Masters in the Order, I have little experience fighting against the Sith, and it cost me two fingers the first time I fought against one.

Blocking or redirecting force attacks unleashed upon me is difficult.

I'm not close to many, so the ones I'm actually close to, I often appreciate a lot more than I should.

Skills:
I specialize in the Ataru lightsaber form, though I also have a certain skill in Soresu, which I forced myself to learn after a fight with a Sith Lord in Tattooine.

My lifetime spent dealing with criminal organizations has sharpened my intuition, observation, persuasion and also expanded my contact list enormously.

I've had to learn many slicing and lock picking techniques over different cases, though I usually have a professional slicer to do the dirty work for me.

I've mastered meditation, going to the point of meditating at least for an hour every day. It keeps me calm and level-headed and allows me to resist the dark taint that shines from the cores of criminals as well as the Dark Side within the Sith.

Force capabilities:
I've mastered the basics and in fact I'm rather effective with them but as I've mentioned before, I struggle with the defense techniques. Among my best capabilities are Force Jump and Force Speed.

I have a lot of field experience in the area of force persuasion (mind tricks), too. It isn't a surprise that most criminals have vulnerable minds.

I also find Force Stun to be particularly useful when bounty hunters try to gang up on you.

Biography:
I was born to a slave in Ryloth, like many others before me. From the get-go, I was destined to be a slave as well. I would end up being an exotic dancer, prostitute and if I was good I would work with higher clients. At the age of 4 years old, though, my slaver's hideout was reached by a Jedi. A twi'lek, too, but he was old. It still didn't keep him from deflecting the blaster fire from the thugs and cutting through them like butter.

After that fiasco, and after the Jedi confirmed it was me amongst the bunch of other children that was the force sensitive one, I was taken to a Jedi Temple. It wasn't the one on Coruscant, because apparently it was rather full at the time. Instead, it was a Temple in a planet on the outer rim. I stayed there until I was twelve years old.

Eventually, I was sent away to meet the Jedi whose Padawan I'd become. This Jedi was in Coruscant at the time, so I packed up my few possessions and boarded a shuttle. Many other younglings around my age were there too. Mere minutes after we took off, though, just as we were about to jump into hyper space, we were attacked. I remember screaming, running and numerous tall forms clad in dark robes. Then nothing more.

When I woke up from unconsciousness, I was in a different ship and on my way to my original destination, Coruscant. Only me, five other younglings and a Knight had survived.

I was received on Coruscant. Our training continued as usual and I soon got over the traumatic experience. I became Master Tatsotan'tekwi's Padawan, an old and wise Twi'lek Investigator. By the time I was 18 years old, I presented my Knight trials and became a Knight.

Life from then on becomes somewhat repetitive in the big scheme of things. For ten years I'd move around the Galaxy, assigned to different cases and solving nearly all of them. I walked down the path of my Master, soon enough becoming an expert Investigator myself.

I was such a good investigator, that the Jedi Order deemed me more useful dealing with Crime than I would ever be dealing with the Sith. Whether it was because they knew something I didn't or because I was great, I don't know.

Then I got a Padawan. It was a big responsibility, and even while meditating hours at a time, I remember feeling nervous about it. It turned out fine in the end. Sure, I messes up a few times, but the Padawan became a Knight after six years with me. From ages 34 to 35 I did my own thing, which included setting up a small diner in the Twi'lek area of Coruscant's deeper levels. Then I got a new Padawan, Shiri'Inillim. She's... Quite the case, but she shows promise, and this time I'm not as nervous.

Things kept on as usual, me teaching Shiri my ways as an Investigator and taking her on numerous cases, even a few of the dangerous ones.

Then two weeks ago, we visited Coruscant. I stayed there for a few days on business, and just as I was about to leave with Shiri, a fellow Master, Master Sela, asked me to lend Shiri to her for a while. I agreed with no hesitation.

Now, I hear that Coruscant has been attacked - Sacked - and there's no sign of survivors. I'm on my way back to the planet. I have to find Shiri, she's my responsibility.

Personality and/or Motivation:
I owe my life to the Jedi Order, to the Light Side. I am determined to see Light prevail over Darkness, even if I have to kill every single Dark Force User who stands in my way. To me, nothing is more important than seeing the Dark Side and its users eradicated from the face of the galaxy. The Dark Side is merely a deviation from the original state of the Force, after all.

The life of my subordinates, though, are also really important. They're men and women with families to feed and children to tuck in at night, so nothing is more important to me than bringing them back alive after a mission.

I am a cautious Twi'lek, with a head for safety margins and back-up plans. If I feel something's not going to go according to plan, I devise an emergency measure, and if many things go awry in the middle of a mission or I smell the possibility of catastrophic failure, I'll immediately abort the mission.

Player’s long term goals:
If Kinsakwi is forced to kill more than two Sith during the rescue mission or if her Padawan is killed by them, she'll become steadfast in her belief of bringing balance to the Force by destroying the Dark Side. She'll distrust anyone who shows signs of a wavering stance in the Light Side.

If Kinsakwi's Padawan turns to the dark side, Kinsakwi herself will attempt to end her life while fighting her own inner conflict, whether bringing balance to the Force is more important than her Padawan's life or not.

Relations:
- Sith Lord Sish: He never formally introduced himself, nor did I introduce myself to him. As soon as I saw him, I knew he was one of the darkest beings I'd ever feel. We engaged in battle and he took two of my fingers, but I took one of his eyes. I hope I run into him again one day so I can rid the galaxy of such a dark presence.

- Jayda Myrthios: A girl under Sish's influence, or rather, under Sish's oppression. A part of me believes she is his hostage and another part of me felt a growing darkness within her. She's an interesting case.

- Jedi Padawan Xid: He's a nice kid, if only a bit too nice and mellow. I met him in a Corellian ship by coincidence. I heard he's recently turned into a Knight, but I also heard he was in Coruscant by the time of the Sacking--He's one of the reasons I took my latest assignment, his Master is a friend of mine and she was not able to accept the mission herself.

- Jedi Padawan Shir'Inillim: She's my current Padawan and a rather... Interesting... Case. She learns quickly and respects me enough to heed my advice sometimes, but she's hot headed, and I fear for her sometimes. I feel a vulnerability in her, as if there was a taint of the Dark Side in her, but it's been diminishing the longer I train her for. I have high hopes for her, I believe she can make a great Jedi Shadow one day.

Name: Helen Eskun
Species: Human
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Faction: Jedi Order
Rank: Jedi Knight - Captive

Appearance:


Notable Race Traits: None.

Flaws:
-Detachment- Much like many others in the Jedi Order, Helen is rather detached from the normal vestiges of society. Social interactions are cut rather short quite often, and her seemingly constant aloof state is something that could be considered quite normal for most Jedi.

-A Thin Line- From time to time, Helen has been known to walk the thin line that separates Dark from Light, though she is officially a Jedi (much due to her prowess in combat) and she only considers the Sith to be her adversary, the fact that she can sometimes stray elsewhere often causes a sense of unease around her fellow Jedi.

-Instinct above Logic- Much unlike her fellow Jedi who might rely more on logic and wits to stay ahead of a situation, Helen has a bit of a tendency to be more instinctive than her brethren. The result is her remarkable effectiveness in Lightsaber combat, the problem is that she can become almost unreachable by the words or wills of others as a result as she becomes almost absorbed into the moment.

Skills:
-III, IV, V- Above anything, she is a master of combat with a saber. As at even such a young age she possesses mastery of three differing forms of lightsaber combat, and as a result she is massively effective in duels as well as defensive maneuvers in similar fashion. Witnesses have seen her take on more than one opponent at once, as well as her effectiveness in dual-wielding combat if necessary.

-Stealth & Subterfuge- Having always been one that was light footed, Helen is one that is truly difficult to catch or detect in various situations hat require someone to be subtle. This goes to say that rather than cut open a door with lightsaber, she oft has the means to unlock it instead. It can come quite in handy when one does not wish to reveal the fact that they are a Jedi.

-Helen Be Nimble, Helen Be Quick- With the continued focus in the strive to master three different forms of Lightsaber combat at such a young age, she was similarly born with lighting fast reflexes of which she uses to great effect.

Force Capabilities:
-Force Leap- The ability to be rather acrobatic and also leap great distances via utilization of the Force.

-Telekinesis- The simple ability to move objects with one's mind swiftly and for detrimental effect against her adversaries.

-Telepathy- If there is ever a need for silent communication, Helen can do precisely that, as well as scan the minds of her adversaries for hints or tidbits of information. Though it is impossible to get a complete picture with this technique.

-Mind Tricks- Those who are weak of mind and soul (regular everyday grunts) can have their opinions easily altered by the Force.

Biography: Helen was born into poverty on Coruscant, a planet full of commerce and bounty often forgets those who are most unfortunate. Though her mother and father alike were hard working, loving and doting parents, they simply could not supply the life they wished for their daughter.

On her third year of life as little more than a toddler, it was discovered by a visiting Jedi Knight that she was in fact deeply force sensitive. Taken up as a youngling then, she lived as an initiate for he Jedi Order for four more years before she finally became a Padawan at long last.

Her first Master was a Knight, a fellow Human that swept the girl beneath her wing and taught her the ways. Willingly and openly, Helen did her best to learn, despite the inherent conflicts that resided in her mind. It was difficult to overcome, but eventually she did in one way.

Lightsaber Combat.

She had been good with practice sabers as a youngling, but instead she found solace in the lethal but beautiful arts of Lightsaber combat. When she fought, when she practiced and sparred with other Younglings and Padawans, she found a sense of serenity. Serenity in that she could feel the very essence of the fight, she could sense her opponent unfold before her like an open book.

So she relentlessly practiced in such an art, alongside the strict rigors that her Master put her through. By the age of Nineteen, her master put forth the recommendations that she was ready to ascend to Knighthood, and she participated in the arduous trials with absolutely brilliant success.

As a Knight, she was immediately brought unto the front lines of the ongoing conflict against the Sith. Many then fell against her Blade, both Sith Apprentices, their Masters and those who fought for hem as with the sheer monstrosity of her speed and ability they had little choice other than to face her directly with her overwhelming lightsaber assault.

With the more lives she took, the more she could sense the fore being brought unto balance, until her twentieth year when with the life of another Sith Apprentice, she began to doubt the balance she had been helping bring. Though reassured by her former Master, the Knight still holds a touch of uncertainty.

For in order to have a balance, one must always have both Light and Darkness, correct? If one exists without the other, absolutes will always fail.

It is a question that has begun to cause her some doubt, and she seeks to find the absolution that will end it.

Personality: Decisive and quick to act, Helen can be seen as coming off brash or overly critical while in conflict. In all truth, she only wants to see as few lives lost as possible for her brethren and fellow Jedi. Outside of conflict, she possesses a deeply ironic and morbid sense of humor alongside a bit of kindness and warmth for those who are padawans or younglings alike.

Almost motherly, in a sense.

Player’s long term goals: I would honestly like to see a deliberate development in Helen's character that has her balance percariously between the Light and Dark side. That being said, I would like for her to ultimately fall into he Light Side and eventually become a Master Jedi. That is of course, in due time over the course of a few years. With that being said, I would similarly allow her to fall to the Dark Side IF you needed her to in the advent that Jedi characters fall in to the great majority above that of Sith.

Relations: (Anyone open for making a relationship with Helen?)

Final Point - Secrets:
-As much as she despises to admit it, there are times where the Dark Side is very alluring to Helen. Captivity and being held by the Sith alongside having the will to survive makes his even more difficult.

-Her mother is the reason her family was impoverished, she herself is a former Sith who found redemption in he light side and chose to start a family. However, her family still had relentless difficulty in finding work. So a life of living rather scarcely with little resources as a result.

Name: Doqu'asas'llothizo or as most know him Quasasll
Species: Chiss
Age: 39
Gender: Male
Faction: Sith Empire
Rank: Sith Inquisitor

Appearance:


Notable Race Traits: The Chiss species have little internally that is different from the standard Human affair with most organ systems being near identical in purpose to a human counterpart. The thing biologically that marks them different are their hastened metabolism, skin and eye pigmentation, and their heightened night vision.

Flaws:

A Study of Loyalty: Quasasll is man of many faces and each face holds an allegiance. Loyalty to the Sith, loyalty to the Ascendancy, and loyalty to himself. These three paths really align and so he must juggle, picking and choosing which he focus upon at the current time but the problem juggling is you are bond to drop a ball eventually.

Gentlemen not a fighter: While Quasasll can still reasonably hold his own in a fight he would much prefer if he didn't. He considers himself a man of refined taste preferring a well placed word or splicing into a computer rather than direct confrontation. Some look down upon him for this because they considered him weak.

Fear: Quasasll is a man that is driven by his fears rather than his dreams. Fear of doing the wrong thing, fear of death, fear of failure. They haunt him in hours awake and asleep and because of this he can never find a sense of serenity. To find strength in ones fears only leads to weakness in the end as they have a tendency to dominate you.

Ghosts of the Past: A constant reminder of his failures, the ghosts of the past haunt him in more ways than one. Their visages appear and taunt him. He is a man not only running away from the living but also the dead.

Skills:
Lightsaber forms: Form V: Djem So
Slicing, with most of his specialization being in information retrieval
Coercion: Quasasll is fond of using charm and subtly over the more barbaric forms of blackmail.
Well educated: his people hold high value in education and he is well versed in history and the sciences.

Force capabilities:
Basic Sith Force Powers
Force Lighting
Force Drain
Force Fear
Force Slow
Force Illusion

Biography:
Doqu'asas'llothizo was born thirty nine years ago in the Unknown Regions. Csilla, the frozen jewel of the Chiss Ascendancy forever stuck in a state of ever permanence. Csilla like most the Unknown Regions was harsh and unforgiving, embracing the frigid grasp of an unending winter. He was born to a single mother who died in childbirth in the capital city of the Ascendancy Csaplar. No apparent relatives claimed the baby and soon he was sent to an orphanage where he spent most of his developing years. It was here that Quasasll began to learn the tactful skills of manipulation and coercion. He learned very quickly that the harsh Orphanage Mistress could be appeased if he just tattled on the other children for her. The lessons of the value of information had been imparted upon him then. His services to the Mistress allowing him to get his own room, books and other luxuries that other students could never dream of acquiring.

Eventually though he was released from the custody of the state. Quasasll had little in terms of on the job experince and as the last of his house he had little influence to gain a paying job almost anywhere on Csilla. When he finally tired of begging on the streets and nearly freezing to death, he finally fell over to a life of crime. He found his place among a small gang of undesirables working out of the more economically deflated areas of Cysplar. It was there under the tutelage of an elderly Chiss who Quasasll only ever knew as Old Man taught him the way of a splicer. Splicing of course seemed like an easy fit for him because naturally it was just another way to gain information and as his time in the orphanage had taught him information was power. With this knew found fellowship he and the rest of the gang work mostly as petty thieves stealing what they could to survive. This worked for some time until they got greedy and decided to try and rob one of the ruling families. While the attempt failed it instantly brought attention to the gang and with it the authorities

It was soon after that Quasasll was contacted by an agent of the Home Defense Phalanxe of Csilla. The man made his terms very clear to him either Quasasll helped set his friends up to be captured, or Quasasll would be killed in an extraordinarily painful fashion. Quasasll not being one that wanted to be killed agreed to deal and set his allies up to die. Things did not go as planned though as it turned out the agent had no plans on letting Quasasll go free and instead as a mercy only wounded him. Soon Quasasll found himself alone, his friends blood on his hands and awaiting execution. An execution that would of been completed if not for the untimely intervention of the Sith. It was around this time that a Sith representative was sent to Csilla to assure a stability of allegiances between the Ascendancy and the Sith Empire. On a customary tour of the capitol which included the prison the Sith representative met Quasasll. Sensing the young man's latent force abilities, and strong feelings of regret and anger a combination which could make a good initiate for the Empire. On that day Quasasll was freed from his bonds and was brought to the academy on Korriban to learn the ways of the dark side of the Force.

At the time of his first tasting of the dark was on Korriban he was thirteen years old. A number which seemed outrageous to some through what he had seen but compared to a human by that age Quasasll had the developed mind of a man in his early twenties. Sith training was designed to break you, to destroy so you can be rebuilt with the ashes. Needless to say that the training was harsh several other Acolytes having died in the process. But Quasasll was not one to complain maybe it was his Chiss blood there naturally attraction towards following a command until it was done. But somehow he made it through each day learning what he could of the Force and history. He excelled in the ussage of Force abilities but to his own great shame he was only passable at light saber combat not having as much finesses as he desired.

More importantly it was during his time on Korriban that he really began to study people as a whole. His observant eyes watched the others training with him, they also watched the overseers looking over them. He made notes upon how the complex social hierarchy of the academy worked and how if one just pulled a few of those strings the vibrations could cause chaos. Watching how he himself and others dealt with the pain brought on by the overseers he learned how the mind was manipulated and changed by our basers instincts: fear, regret, pain. The horrors he experienced should him how a few simple words could break a mind. In short he learned how to make people talk, to give him that coveted information that he so desired in his life. It would be these skills that really helped him later as an Inquisitor.

During this time he was marked with the potential to become an Inquisitor. The trials that followed were some of the harshest he would ever face in his life. He learned to control his fear rather than be the fool who died by it. He learned how to channel his body through his force energy to achieve a mastery through the fuel of his rage. Many died, Quasasll was almost one of them. But he preserved through it, he channeled his anger and fear into the primal force needed for survival. So he was one the few that came out the other side mentally scarred but still breathing.

By the time he was twenty he had become an apprentice on his way to joining the ranks of the Sith Inquisitors. It was during this time that he was taught the art of torture and more advance force techniques upon which the Inquisitors draw most of their power from. He began intensive study of Sith lore and history training to learn what he could of the spiderweb of history. Throwing himself with all his purpose into his studies, he wanted to prove himself, he wanted to appease the ghosts of his friends, he wanted to be strong. At the age of twenty six he was brought up the ranks again as an Inquisitor Apprentice.

He moved locations at this point to Dromund Kaas where he spent most of his days perfecting his information gathering techniques on Jedi and Republic operatives. While not all of his interrogations were successful he did learn something from each and everyone, learning how to break the mind more effectively. While torture still fascinated him it was at this time that he found his second love in experimentation. The exploration of unorthodox methods was upon which his entire life depended on. He experimented not only on his prisoners but his allies and himself. After a couple more years of this he must of appeased somebody higher up on the food chain and he was appointed a full Inquisitor.

Here he fully began to explore and improve his craft. Now that he was given his own crop of spies, political dissents and prisoners of war to play with he experimented with abandon. He was still fascinated with the mind and how it was so easily broken and half of his experiments were finding new ways to break it more efficiently. Some summarize that the only reason he enjoys listening to others scream is that it defaens the screaming in his mind. This may be true as the Chiss does seem most at ease whenever he is at work. When he was not gathering information he was jumping headfirst into old texts trying to figure out new powers and to improve his abilities. Knowledge did not just come from the living as it were it also came from the dead. Always trying to find a way to erase the past, to stop whatever was haunting his brain. Though it seemed as if he never could find the answer he was looking for.

Never the less, the years past and the Chiss made a name for himself. He was one of those selected to go on the venture to Coruscant. He was a man with a set of skills that would find great use on the ecumenopolis. All the while he was doing what he did best playing the game of the mind, advancing his position slowly and gathering knowledge. Knowledge meant power and power meant knowledge.

Personality:
Cold as the ice plains of Csilla, Quasasll did not break many Chiss stereotypes as the aloof mastermind. Intelligent and well versed most would see him as a cultured individual who could converse with you on topics as varied as literature, history and advanced mathematics. He is calculating always measuring up each situation and placing each word with the utmost precision in the application. His tone of voice suggested an air of dominance over those he speaks too as if he already had them played around his finger. Like most he was willing to lie, cheat and stab his way to a higher standing. But underneath it all his choices in life still haunt him and he has spent many a troubled night looking up and just wondering.

Player’s long term goals:
Quasasll as a character is an intended study of mistakes, a study of the past. Quasasll unlike most of his Sith counterparts is haunted by his past. He is plagued by the decision he made long ago and these ghost haunt him into the present. Because of this he fell to the dark side giving into the power that he thought would help suppress these thoughts and yet he is still haunted. His intended plot line is about coming to terms with his past be it through redemption or damnation. This depends on his actions with the others and how these interactions shape his life. To finally be able to stop running from the dead, to lose his last hanging fears, to be at peace. With Quasasll's plot line I intend to bring up the crux of this analysis question, "How our regrets shape us as sapient creatures and how do we find our better selves after that?"

Relations:
Darth Nyiss: Quasasll knows Nyiss through reputation which among the Inquisitors she is respected for her tactically ability and prowess with the Force. Though he had never had the privilege of directly working with her.

Jewel Namore: Quasasll once again knows little of the Sith Lord personally but is aware of her uncharacteristically quick rise to power among the ranks and brutal effectiveness in combat. It is something the Quasasll while not preferring direct combat can still admire.

Zanna: Quasasll is keeping tabs on the apprentice at least. Future inquisitors are always an interesting subject for those already in their ranks. What would she be? A future ally or another enemy that most be killed?

Secrets:
One ghost of the past in particular haunts Quasasll vision more than any other. One of the former members of his gang back on Csilla. A pretty girl that on the night before his betrayal told him that she loved him. Many ghosts of the past still haunt Quasasll but this one effects him the most. Betraying her was in his mind his real greatest failure. Knowledge of this could lead to some very dastardly mind games against him.

Name: Avix Veir
Species: Balmoran Human
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Faction: 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 erratic 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 than 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.

Rank: Jedi Knight
Light Saber:



Captive? I happen to one of the rescuers of those poor souls locked aboard that prison ship. I hope they haven’t turned as that would be most unfortunate for them…

Appearance: 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 than my simple description:

Notable Race Traits: He looks like a typical human
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.

Skills: 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.

I’m also very adept at guerilla warfare and often teach am dispatched to teach the locals of Sith controlled worlds how to mount an effective insurgency. I’m also adept with using and creating explosives. Comes with helping guerillas on Sith controlled worlds

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.
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
I also am very good at cooking; just because I spend most of my time in hell holes doesn’t mean I should eat like an animal.
Force capabilities:
All The basic Jedi force abilities
Force Cloak
Force Stealth
Mind Tricks

Biography: 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 10 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 there are quite a few weapons producing facilities made it an instant target for the Sith. The peaceful world I had briefly known for a decade 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 within an inch of his life. They then threatened to kill my mother and I if the beating wasn't sufficient motivation to aide "The Glorious 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 senselessly like a broken animal that had just reached its breaking point. 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 the barrel of a blaster thrust into 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 could open 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 that had greeted me back at my family’s farm. 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…

Personality and/or Motivation:
Player’s long term goals: 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.

Relations: I do not have any relationships really with other Jedi as the order tends to keep us from mingling with the others as it can cause quite a bit controversy amongst the normal Jedi population based on our interpretation of the code and objectives. I however have run across my fair share of sith but most I end terminating with the exception of one. I was around 20 and engaged a rather vitriolic Sith as an apprentice. She was quite good but I of course was a quite cocky and instead of going for the kill dragged it out for quite the time as it was fun to infuriate her. However I was sloppy and a fool allowing such a creature to get away. I dear say if I run into her again things will be different and will take pleasure in watching the pride fade from her eyes like all the others in there last moments.

Name: Daro Grandes
Species: Human
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Faction: Jedi Order
Rank: Jedi Knight
Captive? Yes, taken during the sack.

Appearance: Tall and well built, Daro is a lean faced young man. With a broad nose and beady brown eyes his face is also decorated with a trimmed mustache and closely cropped red hair (Who is otherwise curly if left to grow unchecked). A scar runs across his forehead, result of an run-in with the Sith weeks before his capture. His body also bears several scars from his days at the front, and it's only at the insistence of his former master that he hasn't removed them yet.

At the time of his capture Daro was dressed with his knight robes. Though the clothing was damaged during his apprehension and transport to the holding facilities. He also lost a shoe.

Notable Race Traits:

Flaws:

Before being taken to the Temple, Daro was raised to value his family and friends above the good of the community and to not hide his emotions (as its custom of his home planet). The new reality at the Temple left the then young boy confused and somewhat resentful of the Order. And though the years have worked to make him mostly accept his lot in life, the feelings that he had as a kid are still buried somewhere in his mind. And he's still prone to get attached to his companions despite his efforts.

During the course of the war he was already somewhat worried about the sheer power of the Sith. And the sudden assault against the Republic's capital and his own capture have eroded most of his trust on the Order and the Republic. And Though he still holds out a glimmer of hope of being rescued, the Jedi Knight is finding out, with growing shame, that the idea of cooperating with his captors to ensure his own survival is not as disgusting and shameful as he believed.

Skills: -Daro is a strong man, this physical prowess coupled with the agility gained from the Jedi training have made Daro an excellent fighter both in lightsaber and unarmed combat.

-Daro also has a good head for numbers, this ability being further heightened by his studies in the Order.

-During his training as Padawan, Daro learned a lot about the logistical aspects of a campaign. The necessary supplies for an effective operation, the importance of infrastructure in the movement of armies, how to run a camp and etc.

Force capabilities: Very Basic mind Trick. Precognition. Force Sense. Tutaminis. Force Speed.

Biography:

Born on a small out of the way moon of an Outer-Rim planet to a family of miners. Daro would have lived his days working in the mines had the War not led the Jedi Order to desperately look for more potential recruits. Taken to the Jedi Enclave of Haashimut when he was 7 years old. The young initiate had trouble adapting to his new life at the Order, far from his family and home. Initially distrustful of those around him whom he blamed for taking his old life away. Eventually however, the young Daro found new friends within the Enclave, and realized that his life would be with the Jedi whether he liked it or not. With that in mind, Daro simply decided that he had to adapt and accept his new life.

The years passed and Daro learned to suppress his feelings and accept what he learned with the Order, though he still harbored some doubts deep in his mind. When he was 12, Daro passed the Trials (despite opposition from some other more experienced Jedis who thought that Daro still hadn't really accepted the Order's values)., finally receiving authorization to venture into Haashimut's crystal caves retrieve his own lightsaber crystal. He then became Padawan to a certain master Gido Aler.

Daro soon took a liking of his master. As the older Jedi was the closest thing he had of a parental figure since his arrival at the Enclave, and the chance to travel around the Galaxy looked like a gift from the Force when compared to the routine of the Haashimut Enclave. Though he took care to control himself and keep his emotions in check, mindful of the Order teachings and not wanting to displease Aler and risk being sent away.

In his early years as a Padawan, Daro and his master traveled around Republic space. Mostly dealing with issues and crisis far from the frontline of the War. As Gido Aler was unwilling to bring an untested Padawan to fight the Sith right away. That changed when Daro was but a few weeks of turning 15. During a routine visit to investigate possible Sith infiltration in a major Republic supply node, the Empire launched a major surprise attack against the facility. Forcing Aler and his Padawan to take the field in support of the Republic's forces

It was during that battle that Daro had the first taste of the Empire's military might. And though the Republic eventually managed to triumph, the Sith forces had managed to raze the facility and deal major casualties to the defenders. This incident left a lasting mark in Daro's psyche, it left him with a mix of fear and respect for the military prowess of the Sith. And since his master had deemed Daro ready to take the field after this battle, that idea would only be reinforced by his following experiences at the front.

For the next three years Jedi Master Gido Aler would take his Padawan across the Galaxy, always into the thick of the fighting where the battles were the hardest. Daro's confidence in the Republic and the Order started to erode in the face of the Imperial onslaught. However the then-Padawan still maintained a measure of hope for the future, thanks in no small part to the presence of his master. Who became almost a living god in Daro's eyes due to his bravery and success in holding back the Sith tide.

In 3652 BBY Gido Aler was reassigned to support the Republic's war effort in the Minos Cluster. Despite the balance already having been shifted against the Empire at the time there were still strong pockets of Imperial forces slowing the Republic's advance. As usual, Daro followed his master into the thick of the fight. Struggling against fanatical Imperial resistance to ensure the Republic's final triumph in the Cluster. And it was right after a particularly bloody engagement that Master Aler decided that his Padawan was ready and unceremoniously promoted him to the rank of Knight. Though not without a warning that both of them would need to present a good case for the Jedi Council once they were done with the Sith on the Cluster. Three days later Master Aler was assassinated.

Devasted by the death of his master, Daro threw himself against the Imperial forces with wild abandon. For once his usual care and survival instincts forgotten as he fought to avenge his master. Eventually however Daro was separated from the bulk of the Republic's forces and forced to make his way back to friendly lines, all too aware and ashamed of how he had left himself slip and risk himself needlessly. But the return to Republican lines didn't meant the end of his problems as he soon found out that he had been summoned to Coruscant by the High Council himself. No doubt they had heard about his impromptu field promotion and wished to assert if he was worthy of truly being called a Knight.

Daro arrived in Coruscant a couple months before the Sith assault, and spent most of his time under investigation by the Council. Who revised every detail of his life mercilessly, judging his worth and eventually deciding to give him a chance to prove his worth as a Knight. Though not without a warning. And then, when danger had apparently passed, the Sith attacked Coruscant and Daro was captured.


Personality and/or Motivation: Despite his best efforts, Daro still can't completely avoid forming attachments. Though he takes care to suppress them to the best of his abilities. Likewise, he still harbors some hidden doubts about the Order's ideals. And can be somewhat selfish at times. But despite that he still tries to be a good Jedi to honor the memory of his master. Even if his confidence in the Order and the Republic has been shaken.

Overall Daro is also a careful person that values his sense of self-preservation, unlike his masters who threw himself headlong into the enemy. Daro prefers to think and plan ahead, not risking himself unless he has a clear plan of action (Even if many times he was forced to throw himself into danger to follow his master). His experiences on the front have left him with a mix of fear and respect of the Imperial war machine and the Sith. The assassination of his master while under the supposed safety of the Republic lines only reinforced this notion.

Player’s long term goals: Before being captured by the Sith, Daro's only goal was to remain in the Order and honor the memory of his master. Doing his part to ensure peace in the Galaxy. Though since his capture, Daro's only goal has been to survive until rescue.

Relations: Still working on that.

Final Point - Secrets: (this point can be PM’d to one, two, or all three of the GMs if you want. If you want it kept secret from someone in particular, specify that, please.)

Name: Jakali Harcor
Species: Human
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Faction: Sith Empire
Rank: Sith. Not yet a Lord.

Appearance:

Jakali stands six feet even, his frame strong and muscular from many hours spent training. He has dark brown shoulder length hair, brown eyes and a noticeable scar running down from his hairline to his eye. He wears the typical Sith clothing, a long black robe over a tunic and trousers.

His most noticeable feature other than the scar on his face is his robotic arm which serves as his left arm after the previous one was 'removed'. The arm itself is not as advanced as it should be, while it works as a replacement arm, it doesn't help him that much in combat or with using the Force. It provides no bonuses in strength or speed and is very noticeable.

His lightsaber.

Notable Race Traits: N/A.

Flaws:
- Obviously the robotic arm, its usable but still hampers his ability to use the Force with the arm, he is completely unable to and must use his other hand.
- Jakali is extremly arrogant in his own abilities. He considers himself as the greatest Sith to ever walk the galaxy, though in his speech he tends to avoid saying this out loud, it's just something he has convinced himself and another thing he will gloat over a beaten opponent about.
- He only truly cares about himself, while he acts like he cares about others, he does not. If he had to choose between one person or himself, he'd choose himself every time. If he had to save fifty children from a fire in expense of his own life then he wouldn't do save them.
- He is completely driven by his own goals and has no qualms with killing or hurting others in order to achieve them.
- Jakali is also down right terrible with a blaster. He's better off throwing it at his target rather than trying to use it.

Skills:
- He knows the Lightsaber forms: Form I: Shii-Cho, Form IV: Ataru and Form V: Shien. He is by far most skilled in Form IV, having put most of his focus in that form. He is very skilled in the form, above the others he knows.
- Jakali is very talented at twisting people and convincing them to listen to him. He has a way with words and isn't afraid to use other methods along this line, whether that be threats or even seduction.
- He's capable of piloting a ship, nothing spectacular but he can fly one.

Force capabilities:
- The basic Sith force abilities
- Force Lightning
- Force Scream
- Crucitorn

Biography:
Jakali was born on the Sith planet of Dromund Kaas, in the capital city, Kaas City. His parents were both very wealthy and he was their only child. He was pampered in his youth right up until the age of seven when he was discovered to be Force sensitive and then was sent off to the Sith academy.

He excelled in training and showed great aptitude in lightsaber combat and the Force. His talent drew the attention of two jealous Sith in the academy and one night they tried to gang up on him, with the intention of either seriously hurting or even killing him. Fortunately for Jakali he was quick enough to counter the ambush and strike back at both the fools, badly injuring both and sending them out of the academy as a result.

He was then selected as an apprentice by his new Sith master, Val Harand. He again showed potential under his master, but occasionally made mistakes which would lead to the day he lost his arm at seventeen years old. After failing a task his master challenged him to a duel, with no other choice Jakali agreed, a tingle of fear in him as his master ignited his blade and motioned for his apprentice to attack.

Jakali gave it his all yet held back as he did not want to hurt his master, the man he was attacking and had no qualms. Slicing Jakali's weapon in half, then kicking his apprentice to the ground and removing the boy's left arm at the shoulder. Jakali screaming in shock the entire time.

A mechanical arm was grafted onto him but it was not the same as an actual arm. It had five fingers and the full range of motions yet felt completely unnatural, as well as extremely noticeable. The roboticness of it prevented him from casting Force lightning from the hand, and in general hampered his ability with the Force. So he focused on combat from that point.

His apprenticeship under Val Harand came to a premature end several months after that. Master Harand had been planning to kill another Sith, having harbored the grudge again the man for a previous incident. However, the man's own apprentice found out and promptly poisoned Val Harand. Jakali found out a short time later and was incredibly angry, he wanted to be the one to kill his cruel master, strike the man down for all the pain he caused upon him. He found out who poisoned Master Harand and has held a grudge against them ever since.

After his apprenticeship unexpectedly ended, Jakali served the Empire loyally, he carved out a niche as a fierce warrior but also as an intelligent, charismatic man that put the mission ahead of everything else. He of course has managed to hide his true intentions, and was selected as one of the Sith for the mission to Coruscant.

Personality and/or Motivation: Jakali puts on the face of a charming, funny, sometimes flirty man, someone that will try to be your friend and get you to trust him. Behind this lies his true motives which are putting himself on top. He is a fierce fighter that enjoys combat, only when he is winning of course. He enjoys being on top and hates failure more than anything else.

He also despises the Jedi for fearing the Force, blinding themselves to the true power of something they are lucky enough to be able to access. Jakali also hates their unnatural hiding of emotions, something that is central to life.

Player’s long term goals:
While he hasn't fully planned out anything for the far future, he does want to fully scale the Sith ranks and then he wants to change things, run the galaxy his way, bring forth his own idea of peace that no one before has ever come close to. As of right now he is focused on pleasing Darth Nyiss and becoming a Lord, that would be a huge step forward for him.

Relations:
Sish - He has worked alongside the Trandoshan before and admires the reptilian's prowess in combat. Jakali thinks that he could possibly manipulate Sish in the future, get the reptile on his side as he could be a very powerful ally in that instance.

Jewel Namore - He has not had much interaction with her, but has heard things about her that interest him. She is a fierce lightsaber combatant, like himself and she is a Sith Lord. Maybe someone that he could try to gain the favor of.

Darth Nyiss - He has not really spoken to her, but is very interested in her, how mysterious she is and how powerful she is. He wants to gain her favor, make himself stand out to her more than any of the other Sith. She may be the key to his long term goals.

Zanna - He hates the her, they have a bad history which he still despises her for, having come in conflict before. Jakali does not trust her one bit, if he had the opportunity to confront and strike her down hen he would take it.

Final Point - Secrets: PM'd the GMs.