Name: Seris Vakaan
Age: 32
Species: Miraluka
Appearance:

If you saw Seris, you very likely wouldn’t immediately guess she worked for the Jedi Archives. She is tall, with a slender, whipcord build, and walks with the sort of easy confidence that suggests she should swagger - but can’t quite be bothered to. Her skin is a rich olive, as though her ancestors were from the desert and she herself spends quite a lot of time in the sun. When she wears something without sleeves, there are myriad small marks on her hands and arms - what can only be called the graffiti of violence. Straight, dark hair with streaks of hard, fine silver falls to just below her ears in a playful, almost-but-not-quite-boyish cut. Her features are likewise playful - pixieish and pleasant, though more striking than traditionally pretty. Like the rest of her kind, Seris’ eyes are milky-white and blind, though she breaks with the majority of her people and chooses not to keep them covered. Seris’ hands are quick and strong, with long fingers and neatly-trimmed nails. Both of her ears are pierced a number of times, usually filled with small decorations from a handful of worlds.

Seris is not a member of the Jedi Order, and does not wear the traditional brown Jedi robe. She prefers well-made and hard-wearing clothes, tailored well and usually in earth tones. She’s been told she looks very good in blue but…well, how would she know?

Force Abilities:

• Force Sight - As a Miraluka, Seris is deeply, profoundly connected to the Force. This manifests most obviously as perceiving the world around her through that medium - and that is not always to her advantage.
• Basic Jedi Force Skills - There’s a reason for this, hang on and keep reading.

Non-Force Abilities:

• Archaeologist - Seris started her career in archaeology, and genuinely finds chasing through books, stories, and even oral histories to be as exhilarating as following clues in a tractless desert, looking for an ancient and almost-forgotten crypt. She used to be a member of the Republic Archaeology Society, but missed too many meetings and functions to be welcome. Now, of course, that’s not much of a question.
• Pilot - The long-range shuttle that the Order traditionally loans her is by far what Seris is most comfortable with, though she certainly is familiar with the larger transport ship they most recently let her borrow for longer trips into the galaxy. She is an excellent pilot, and while the ship itself is almost completely stock, the hyperdrive works perfectly - which has made much more of a difference than maneuvering capability.
• Cosmopolitan - Some of the stories Seris follows are so old that even books mentioning them as doubtful rumor have crumbled to dust. And, of course, none of those are written in Galactic Common. She is conversant in a large number of languages, fluent in Huttese, and at home almost everywhere.
• Thief - There’s no point in kicking down the front door if a window’s been left unlocked - or can be unlocked. Seris has an…unorthodox perspective of personal property laws, and some treasures have returned to the Archives from an officially-anonymous donor, regardless of how incensed their former owners might be about the matter. She’s rather accomplished at disabling security systems, sneaking past guards, and, in general, doing things without getting caught.
• Educated - Seris is a University graduate, learns quickly, and still has the kind of adaptable mind that doomed her career in academia.

Personality/Motivation: Many Miraluka are calm, cool, and even reserved, but Seris has always been the black sheep of her family. While she is charming, articulate, friendly and witty, she is also ambitious and proud. Seris can be strong-willed and stubborn, though, as they say, her heart is always in the right place. Seris is immensely proud of her affiliation with the Order, cognizant that they don’t let many “outsiders” close, and she believes that the Jedi are a force for good. She is familiar with the Order’s philosophies - even to the point of having attended lectures - and has, on more than one occasion, called out a member of the Order for their behavior. She realizes that, on further reflection, those may have been some of the most dangerous things she’s ever done.

Biography:

Bullet point version:

- Family has been involved with the Order her entire life - maybe a sibling taken to be trained as youngling, or other familial connection.

- Never entertained thoughts of joining the Order for a variety of reasons - never having been asked, belief that they wouldn’t want her, desire to see the galaxy, whatever.

- Did extraordinarily well as a student at university, but troublesome enough that she got a lot of “field assignments,” so her teachers wouldn’t have to deal with her.

- Graduated, found work with the antiquities trade, started collecting stories about what sounded like Force-related artifacts

- Actually started finding these trinkets, not sure what to do with them, kept them on a shelf

- Eventually found something interesting, brought it to the Archives (probably something interesting enough that she didn’t take “proper channels” and more or less barged in saying “you guys really want to see this.”)

- Worked with the Jedi Archives since as a field agent, recovering some of the things lost over the Jedi’s long history, or even finding the truth behind stories of Dark Side artifacts, etc. etc.

- Learned a smattering of things from Jedi over the decade or so she’s been working with them - how to harness the Force to do basic Jedi force-things (As I’m assuming Miraluka aren’t born knowing how to do that because why would they), sitting in on lectures about Jedi philosophy, that sort of thing. Maybe she knows how to build a lightsaber, but has been expressly forbidden to do so? I have a short story I wrote ages ago that goes well with this character and that idea, but maybe not. Thinking out loud! :3

- More later, got to run!

Secrets:

Relations:

Parents alive, sister alive on homeworld, sibling(?) maybe alive after Jedi Purge. Maybe not.

Worror was born in one of the flying cities above Ithor, to this day he still hasn’t personally stepped foot on the planet's surface due to the strict regulations his race impose upon journeying to the surface of Ithor. He was transported to the Jedi temple at the young age of three, his parents discovering about his Force Sensitivity (like many other parents) purely by chance. Then it was a simple task of them contacting the Jedi, who then came to collect him to take him to the Jedi Temple to begin what would become his entire life.

Though he wasn’t old enough to understand it when he first moved to the temple he was placed in the Mynock clan, there was no real reasoning for the formation of clans other than beings of a similar age group. His own clan held two Mon Calas, three Humans, a Wookiee and himself. It wasn’t the easiest clan to be in, from a young age he tried to understand the other members of his clan. While he could easily understand everyone, other than the Wookiee they couldn’t understand him. A protocol droid always tailed the small Wookiee and Ithorian, the two of them quickly became friends.

At the age of five his official training began. He had always known that one day he would get to work become a Jedi Knight, everyone in the Temple knew what it meant to be a Jedi. A real life superhero! Someone who got to go throughout the Galaxy beating bad guys and making the world a better place. He took to his studies easily, though he hadn’t been raised on his home planet or by his own people he still retained their respect for life. The Force was just a natural extension of that.

Meditation he found solace, the Force connected all of life and when he was connected to it. When he used it. He was so much more than his physical body, he was a part of everything. While others preferred the more active segments of their training, practice of a lightsaber or learning to move things with their minds he found peace and meaning in meditation and solace in the cultures and histories of other races. While others grew stronger and faster in their physical abilities, his mind grew more powerful and his connection to the Force grew stronger. As a natural step, while it wasn’t in his studies, he managed to convince one of their training masters to train him on how to use the Force to understand the language of another being. Feeling it was courteous to his Jedi friend that he did not have to rely on the Droid to relay his words.

This small act of kindness had him put under the watchful gaze of Jedi Knight Tyrell Omi-Ren, a diplomat who travelled all over the galaxy solving problems while trying to avoid violence and sometimes a small act of kindness was all it took.

After completing the trial Worror found himself taken under the wing of Tyrell Omi-Ren, a Jedi he had heard about during his long hours within the Jedi Temple. It took him mental will in order to prevent himself from losing his focus when being introduced to his master, ensuring that he did all the required greeting in the kindest way possible. Feeling an instant connection when after bowing and introduce himself he saw a warm smile on the old Jedis face. He knew that the adventure was only just beginning.

Their first mission had them taken out to Yinchorr, a relatively newly discovered world in the Expansion Region they had interest in joining the Republic despite their low technology level it was felt that an older Knight with a young Padawan would be a combination that could appeal to the Yinchorri and show trust. However the endeavour proved more taxing than they had previously hoped. The Yinchorri had no understanding of Galactic Basic, obviously, and while the Force allowed for him and his master to understand the Yinchorri it was a one way system.

Worror was the one that found the way to communicate, though it could have easily have been a first test from his master. While they did not have a translator droid he did have a translator harness on his neck to translate what he said into galactic basic. With some minor tweaks his master managed to find a language similar in a holotablet to the one the Yinchorri were using, downloading it to the translator so that they could communicate to one another. Once again Worror proved that a small gesture of kindness could change a galaxy, as Yinchorr agreed to join the Galactic Republic. Little did he know then, that next time he would meet a member of the Yinchorri species it would be under less pleasant circumstances.

They spent the next eight years doing little, but at the same time doing a lot. There was an abundance of Jedi but this was an Era of relative peace, though they kept on the move. His master taking him to new worlds where they worked to bring peace wherever they could. His master teaching him the art of Force Stun to incapacitate foes without causing them serious harm, a skill he would later perfect as a Knight. The greatest journey they had was when they went to Ithor on the eve of his fifteenth birthday (Not that he knew it was his birthday).

Here he looked upon the vast Mother Jungle with awe. His master even went as far as to ask if Worror would be interested to venture down to the planet his race came from however he merely shook his head. He had not heard the call, as others of his species had, to venture to the planet's surface and he would respect that. They had no time anyway, for he and his master were called to take part in the Telosian crisis.

While they did not take part in the negotiations Master and Apprentice were visible on the streets of both Telos IV and Toprawa making assurances and finding out the opinion of the people. When Crion betrayed the negotiations resulting in Telos IV rising up in protest Tyrell and Worror returned to the planet with as much haste as possible. However by the time they arrived the conflict was over, as Crion was dead and Xanatos had fled. They took part in the efforts to try and stabilize the planet while Qui-Gon Jinn returned to the Jedi Temple to submit his report.
The situation took several years to fully stabilize on the planet, and between Telos IV and it’s neighbour. Sometimes his master would remain behind as he returned to the temple, and sometimes he would remain. For several years this back and forth was the norm. Until one day they were both called to the temple. Once there Worror was congratulated, a beaming Tyrell gave him a hearty pat on the back as he was to take the trials of Knighthood.

At the age of twenty-one he would finally become a Jedi Knight.

By his own leave he spent the next three years of his life in silent meditation. He felt that it was the right time to return home to Ithor, and felt as if the Mother Jungle truly was beckoning him home. While he was still forbidden from living down on the planet he could venture down on daily trips, taking residence in one of the orbital cities. By night he would walk the halls of his people, helping anyone that needed his assistance before sleeping and during the day he would return to the planet.

The flow of life was amazing on such a green world, he felt himself probing the plant life with his mind. Then he discovered something, he could influence it with the Force. He could help it grow, help to shape it. The feeling of connectivity with the planet, was truly oneness with the Force especially a planet so alive. It was at this point that he truly sealed his resolve to help all life within the galaxy, and never end a life. For just as there were planets in the jungle that could maim or even harm him, there were beings that would do the same. Though like the plants he could help shape them, help them grow and enter harmony with the Force.

It was in 44BBY that he was called back to fulfill his role, and duty as a Jedi Knight. As the Stark Hyperspace-War engulfed the Thyferra and Qotile systems. While he was a member of the peace summit, the negotiations soon failed and he was thrust into the middle of a war. He refused to just acknowledge that this was the way things were going to go. Just as he could shape the very plants in the soil despite how firmly they were planted he would find a way into the Stark Commercial Combine and try to bring reason to them.

He allowed himself to be captured, they obviously tried to ransom him off however the Republic obviously refused to pay the ransom. What was more interesting was at one point the Jedi sent a member of their order to rescue him, and he refused. Stating that he would not leave until he could find a way to forge peace. It was a trying time, however he managed to become friends with one of Iaco Starks aides. A bumbling Twi’lek by the name of Heran. They differed in their philosophical views of course, but over time Wirror wore him down, what could they hope to gain from this? What would it lead to? Could they best the Republic? The Trade Federation?

All it took, was the small spark for a chain of events to end up reaching Iaco, who having a friend within the Jedi Order ended up defecting. While he had a hand in it, Wirror refused to accept credit. Stating that he had only done what was necessary in order to try and bring back peace to the Galaxy. With nothing more said he returned to the Jedi Temple where he would return to meditation, and help train the next age of Jedi. This was when the Force guided him to take a padawan, and in a swing of fate he ended up being guided to a young Besalisk by the name of Trya. She seemed to be his opposite, headstrong and aggressive. However the Force had guided him to her for a reason and he would not deny it.

Then, five years later the past came back to him. The Yinchorri always a headstrong and more violent race, accepting the influx of technology upon entering the Galaxy they had appeared to amass an army and an attack on Mayvitch 7 Wirrors former master and new Padawan were sent to try and broker peace. While he and his own padawan tried to reroute in order to meet them at Yinchorr. However by the time they got there, it was too late. Both the Jedi who had been sent had been killed and he, his padawan and the team with them quickly came under attack.

It was a hard escape, them just barely escaping. Then feeling a semblance of responsibility Wirror pledged to help end this crisis. However the Jedi council, fearing that his judgement may be clouded instead moved him to help keep systems near the edge of Yinchorri space calm and prevent any unrest. This was harder for his Padawan, forever headstrong to accept and while she had mellowed slightly under his tutelage she seemed to feel that the connection between her and his former master merited a response. However he soon taught her, that while he would mourn his former master he was still with them in the Force and as such he would continue his teachings as he was taught, in order to pay homage.

Whether it be from the tone he committed to the conversation or the message she seemed to accept it willingly. Nodding her head, he could only hope that one day she too would honour his legacy should he fall in the line of duty. Though of course she would, while they differed in that she chose to take action where he chose words their base instinct was the same as all Jedi. To help those that cannot help themselves, and in that moment despite the Death of his master he had never felt prouder.

When the conflict was finally resolved, the Galaxy threw another one at them. While he and Trya weren’t part of the Invasion of Naboo he certainly heard about it, more so in the aftermath than anything. The Separatist Crisis dominated the galaxy. He was sent from one world to the next, trying to convince worlds of the Republics Sincerity and willingness to help them, to solve their problems. Trya, he knew, sometimes felt that these talks were not the way they should be doing things. However he continued to impress upon her how a small act of kindness here and there, helping a planet out or even an entire system could change the fate of the galaxy.

Five years on, and his Padawan passed the trials to become a Jedi. However sadly he was unable to be there during her trials, he was constantly being called away from one planet to another. There was no war, but a constant struggle between the Galactic Republic and the growing Confederacy of Independent systems as more and more planets found reason to leave the Republic. Accusations of corruption and mistreatment passing from one mouth another, no matter who said what. Even when he managed to convince someone allegations rose that he had used Jedi Mind powers to coerce them. It was a never ending battle. That was when he was placed into what truly seemed like a never ending battle.

Nobody in the Republic truly knew how long the Sepan Civil War had been going, however it was clear that no side was going to win anytime soon and the bloodshed was just going to continue. Wirror was the second Jedi to be placed into the conflict. He tried to examine both sides, the records inconclusive due to virtually none on the civil war existing. So heading to the system he tried to discover the causes.

That in itself was a problem. While both were willing to admit him, in the hopes that he would obviously take their side and bring in the Republic to help end the war neither could give a defining reason for why the war had started. Yes each had their reasons but they were as twisted as the oldest tree on Ithor. It was sad to say that neither side truly knew, the only solace was that the Separatists could not decide which side in the war they wanted to support either. Though that didn’t stop a bounty hunter from coming after the only Jedi on the planet.

He isn’t entirely sure what happened to this day, all he knows is that there was an explosion and three weeks later he woke up back at the Jedi Temple.

He still wasn’t sure what happened, other than the Sepan Civil War was still raging on. The Jedi chose, at this time, not to use anymore resources on it. Deciding to try and learn more about the conflict before getting involved again. Obviously with more caution than before, though for now Wirror had one objective: Rest and teach. So he spent the next couple of years in meditation as he felt the dark side grow, something was going to break. He was just worried that when it did the Galaxy would never be the same again.

W.I.P