Name:
Sky.

Rank:
N/A.

Species:
Tinnell.

Age:
Twenty Three.

Gender:
Male.

Height:
5'0ft.

Weight:
90 pounds.

Eyes:
Brown, feline.

Hair:
Sky has jet black fur stretching across his body.

Skin:
Beneath his fur, Sky's skin is of a light colour.

Force Sensitive:
Yes

Strengths and Weaknesses:
+ Quick Draw
Sky is quite fast with a blaster, having practiced in the art of always being armed in the dangerous, dark parts of space...like a cantina.
+ Marksman
Whether he is using a pistol or a rifle, Sky displays excellent aim and gunplay.
+ Agile
Due to both his feline heritage and life on the fringes of space, Sky has developed quite impressive agility.

- Fragile
There isn't much bulk to his feline being. He is in fact quite scrawny, perhaps an indication of a starved past.
- Weak
Possessing the scrawny frame he dons, Sky attempts to avoid melee combat by any means necessary. He can't hope to throw punch and even less so throwing an effective punch which would damage his opponent. In short, Sky is useless in a brawl.
- Small
While it has its advantages to be small, such as adding to one's stealth or fitting through smaller spaces, it also comes with drawbacks you'd expect. A lack of weight removes any possibility of standing against shockwaves or heavy winds and he is easily picked up and subdued if caught.
- Force Powers
While Sky is force sensitive, the force flows through him in a rather different manner. He isn't capapble of conjuring the force in any external manner, but rather has his body enchanced by its touch. Due to this, Sky is not and will never be able to summon the external power of the force in any offensive or defensive way.

Appearance:
Standing at the short height of five feet, Sky gives off anything but an intimidating presence. His coat of black fur covering every inch of his body does little in terms of hiding the scrawny nature of his frame. There doesn't appear to be any visible scars donning the feline's body hinting at either a lack of experience or a knack of getting out of trouble before shit hits the fan. There is little to show off in an impressive manner, save for maybe a set of large brown eyes that curiously peer at everything in their surrounding as if to take note of every detail. Small claws are at the end of each finger, though nothing Sky would use as weapons due to his lack of physical capabilities. Just like the rest of his colour scheme, his claws are of an obsidian black colour.

On the lower part of his back one can clearly see a long, slender tail slowly wagging from one end to the other, as if it has a life of its own. Though flexible, Sky cannot use this tail for anything of note.

When it comes to his choice of clothing, he'd prefer something simple and comfortable. A white leather jacket rests on top of a black tank top covering Sky's chest. A pair of white, fingerless leather gloves would don both hands for better grip around the trusty light pistol holstered under his left arm, beneath his jacket. As is common among travelers of the endless space, Sky wears long leather boots both durable and comfortable. Finally, Sky would wear a pair of simple black pants which are tucked into his black boots. Needless to say, he's not very creative when it comes to what colour he wears, though black tends to be efficient.

Force Powers:
Force Senses
Sky's hearing and sight in particular are increased by a passive touch of the force.

Force Reflexes
Sky's quick and deft hands aren't all skill, it would appear. Due to the force running through his veins, Sky is able to perform impressive reflexive feats in the face of danger, such as drawing his gun incredibly fast or shooting several targets accurately in a flowing motion.

Lightsaber Discipline:
None

Gear:
500 Credits
A light blaster pistol.
Datapad

Personality:
Quiet and mellow, Sky often prefers to listen rather than talk, something that would quickly jump to his force senses. Throughout his life he has learned that a big mouth can get you in trouble and thus only speaks when he finds it absolutely necessary to do so. He is well aware of his limitations and without a gun, he would be completely defenceless. Due to this, he tries his best not to aggravate the wrong people, which at times gets difficult due to his occupation of being a bounty hunter.

The constantly serious expression on his face could in fact be considered 'cute' due to his innocent appearance, though Sky is incredibly professional and tries to act like such as often as he can. One shouldn't be fooled, however. While cautious, maybe to a fault, the young man is very friendly towards those he does not consider enemies. A polite personality will get you very far and will avoid unnecessary conflict where there is need for none.

Towards his friends Sky expresses a sense of loyalty akin to that of comrades. Throughout his life he has learned to look after himself only and that has left some scars so to speak. He genuinely cares for his friends, and maybe one day someone will swing by who will truly unlock his heart, but as it is right now, his friendship towards others is on a solely professional level. They are all there to back each other up, but everyone's actually looking after themselves. While this might be true or not, in Sky's head, everyone's always looking after themselves before anyone else. Due to this, Sky enjoys the company of droids quite a lot. They are almost always trustworthy, mostly because they were programmed to be.

To sum it up, Sky is a friendly but serious being who is curious to know if there is such a thing as a 'true friend' or if his reality is in fact the only one.

Biography:
It isn't very common for a mercenary, bounty hunter or freelancing scoundrel to have come from a stable background. Usually what you'd think of is a gutter somewhere on Naar Shaada where every scrap of food is something you would fight for and your very survival hinges on deft hands. If you threw Sky into this bunch, you'd be right. It's not a glamorous life or even an uncommon one, neither would it be considered a story worthy of telling in most forums. Having grown up nowhere else than in the filth ridden streets of Naar Shaada, Sky was just one of many urchins scrambling through empty warehouses in search of a warm corner to call home for the next five minutes.

Now, cutting it on your own is never smart. It might seem smart at first, never owing anyone anything, just following your own path and never having to share food with anyone else, but in all actuality, it's suicide. It also comes with the need of looking over your shoulder every other second, fighting everyone else for a place to stay during the cold nights and of course, trying to survive on your own. Counting every piece of luck on five fingers, Sky knew that if he intended to get anywhere, preferably -out- of the streets, he would need to claw his way through the filth and into the cold embrace of a gang.

It was a start, but a start he needed to get to all the same. Being a quiet kid ever since his first steps, Sky was never one to measure his pride with others. He's always known his limitations and while curious, he often keeps his mouth shut as to not get in more trouble than necessary. It is the quiet ones you need to look out for, however. Someone always uses war as an opportunity to better their own position and this was no different for Sky. He was small, weak, scrawny and worthless, but he was also crafty. With the local gang war raging on, he could either hide from it, or use it to get in with one of the gangs. Actually, it mattered little who it ended up being. Though, picking up a stray pistol once bought and sold on the black market, the now thirteen year old Sky would have to take his first life in an attempt to get his own. On the streets, one would expect everyone to walk around with a gun but that's not the case. They are expensive, even the backwater cheap ones, and grabbing hold of a pistol often makes you the center of attention. The previous owner of the blaster pistol laid dead with his blood leaking into a sewage drain from a wound in his head caused by a metal pipe. Of course, in the chaos the woman who had killed him would soon be put down as well.

Amidst the chaotic battle field spanning across the abandoned factory where the two gangs were going to meet up for a final showdown, Sky quickly made his way from cover to cover until that one blaster pistol was close enough to wrap his small fingers around. Ironic how this thing was going to be his ticket to a better life, or a death sentence. Either way, it was going to change everything. He pulled the trigger, once, twice and even five times, ending five gangsters in the process. The shots were accurate, especially for someone who had never used a pistol before. He never expected there to be a parade in appreciation, but getting knocked out soon after joining the fray was never quite part of the plan.

He'd wake up some time later, tied to a chair with a flickering lamp softly swinging above his head. "Those were some interesting moves." A female voice graced his ears as he looked up, seeing a zabrak staring back at him. Her muscular body spoke of many battles and even more weights lifted. "Why'd do you do it?"

Was there a point in lying? Was there a point in spinning a story? Every gang member had proven themselves before they were allowed to join, now he had as well. "I want to join you..." Five simple words, five accurate shots. It was all that was needed. Sky's quiet voice quickly vanished into the darkness surrounding him but he was met by a wicked smile and a hand on his shoulder.

"Looking out for your skin, that's good. Know where you stand, and follow orders...you'll live..." Funny how the initiation wasn't harder than that, though everyone knew that each member of that gang was there for their own safety. No one was there because they felt loyal or had a common goal. Everyone was striving for safety in numbers and thus nothing else than obedience was expected from the feline creature.

Years passed, enough to grant the tinnell nineteen years under his belt. Through a combination of skill and hard work, he had indeed grown in rank. However the gang he called safety would eventually dissipate due to an endless amount of gang wars which eventually thinned it out to nothingness. Surviving this fate, Sky took to the survival skills he had learned throughout the years and made his way out of the gutter and into the fringes. He would don the cape of a bounty hunter, taking on small jobs for a pittance but would soon enough get the hang of it.

This is where the quiet street kid ended up, a bounty hunter for the highest bidder. Ironic what a stray blaster pistol on the ground could lead to, isn't it?

NAME: Epik
SPECIES: Droid
AGE: 14
GENDER: Male personality
HEIGHT: 3ft 8
WEIGHT: 30 Kilograms (not sure on this)
EYES: None (photoreceptors behind a tinted black faceplate)
HAIR: None
SKIN: Blue plating
FORCE SENSITIVE: No

STRENGTHS:

Mechanics - Epik has maintained his own body for several years and has become quite skilled in the field. He has also bartered his way across the star systems by offering his services as a mechanic to several different ships.

Acrobatics - Despite his small size and unassuming form, Epik is able to traverse his environment much like a simian would, using his arms to swing from one area to the next. He only uses this ability when absolutely necessary however as he has found that most lifeforms find a droid moving in this way disturbing.

Loyal - Epik is unshakably loyal to his master and anyone he considers a friend. He will go to great lengths to help his friends.

WEAKNESSES:

Subservient - Despite his reluctance, Epik finds it difficult to say no to anyone who gives him an order, even if he knows it will end badly for him. He will not follow any orders that will result in harming a living being however.

Outbursts - Epik, despite his normally meek personality, is prone to outbursts. He attributes this to a glitch in his programming.

Broken - Epik has seen better days. He has done a fairly good job of maintaining his body but it's clear to anyone that takes a close look at him that he needs fixed. Parts of his panelling are missing, exposing the circuitry underneath. His joints are prone to sticking occasionally but Epik has gotten pretty good at quickly fixing this. His memory files have also degraded somewhat and he has trouble remembering certain things about his own past.

APPEARANCE:



Epik is short, with long arms and no discernable face on his head. He has blue panelling covering his body...well, most of it. He is clearly damaged and dirty. He also has a set of smaller arms that are usually folded into his body. These arms are mostly used for delicate work.

GEAR: Epik carries all manner of gadgets with him in a backpack. This is mostly things he needs to repair himself but also includes things he just finds interesting. He also has numerous built in tools such as a buzz saw, fusion welder, scomp link, flashlight, holographic projector etc. He has also been known to carry a stun pistol. While he doesn't like to use weapons, he's not above defending himself should the need ever arise.

BIOGRAPHY:

Epik is one of a small number of "Wired Zero General Assistant Droids" created by Zero Point Enterprises. The Wired Zeros (given the nickname "weirdos") were an experimental build and only a handful were created for select clientele before Zero Point, for whatever reason, decided not to go ahead with mass production. The weirdos were built to serve all manner of purposes, from starship maintenance to bartending and everything in between. While they could only master a certain number of skills, the droids were able to swap out one skill for another in order to best suit their owners needs. Epik himself loyally served his owner for years until the day everything went wrong.

Epik isn't clear on the details of what happened to him as his memory files have degraded over the years but he remembers a long fall and hitting the ground. He was offline for a time until a kind stranger found and reactivated him. Epik was grateful for this and for the assistance the stranger gave the droid with rebuilding his broken body but he couldn't stay. He belonged to someone else and it was his duty to return to his master. So Epik set out on a long and perilous journey to find his owner with a promise to the stranger that he would one day repay their kindness. The droids quest has been hindered somewhat by an inability to remember his owners name but he knows that if he travels to all the places his owner has been known to visit, he's bound to find them...right?

Over the course of his adventures, Epik has developed numerous quirks that were not included in his initial programming and he now seems almost semi self aware at times. But even self aware, the little droid remains loyal to his owner.

His body may not be what it once was, parts falling off here and there. His mind may not be what it once was, prone to forgetfulness and random angry outburst. But Epik remains eternally loyal and will go to the ends of the universe to be reunited with his owner.

NAME: Errickos

RANK: Padawan

SPECIES: Kushiban

AGE: 20

Gender: Male

HEIGHT: 0.7 meters tall

WEIGHT: slightly below average for the standard kushiban

EYES: Sky blue (though can change at will)

HAIR: Kushibans possess mood fur, changing depending on their mood or whenever they wish to camo themselves, as such, this can vary

SKIN: Above ^

FORCE SENSITIVE: As a child, Errickos has always possessed a strong connection to the force, being very force sensitive like many Kushiban.

STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :

STRENGTHS:

Dexterous: With a smaller frame than many others, Errickos while he doesn't possess the most durable of bodies, his ability to maneuver is a talent that has greatly aided him, and that will continue to aid him the more he trains with the force. An agile form allows Errickos to balance out his low defense for great maneuverability and speed, granting him enough time to make the first hit count before his opponents can react. Being agile allows him to use hit and run tactics, to slash, and hop away back to safely, only to return and dish out more damage, before retreating once more into the shadows.

Force pool: While being force sensitive is what's needed for many to become Jedi, one of Errickos main talents is his ability to use his spiritual force energy to its maximum potential without wasting, allowing him to use a considerable amount of force based techniques much longer and in succession than those who are less capable of using their energy wisely, whether this would be improving the speed or longevity of his force speed or the power of his force pushes.

Persuasive: Being a tiny, adorable big eyed lagomorph has many downsides, but it also possesses many benefits as well. Being able to use his charming, cute, and innocent ways, Errickos can weasel his way even into the most frozen of hearts.. Well, almost. A polite nature, and kind manners goes a long way, even being able to kiss-ass up to others to absorb as much information from an informant as possible without the need for violence.

WEAKNESSES:

Vigor: Due to being such a small creature, it's not exactly a big surprise that his form isn't the most durable in the galaxy, and is rather quite frail, as such, he isn't able to take a lot of hits, and while his speed can help maneuver him around many obstacles, taking damage can become a big issue for the rabbit.

Bleeding heart: Sadly, one of Errickos main weaknesses is that he finds himself easily falling for sob stories, naive in his desire to help others, even putting his own life in danger for the smallest causes in the hopes he can bring some good out of it, hardly able to see the bigger picture, a crushing emotion fills him when he isn't able to help others, and is easily sways to help the "good" in the most childish sense.

Clouded with doubt: Another negative weakness of Errickos is that a thick cloud of doubt hangs over his head, from having to help people, the lagomorph constantly doubts his capabilities as a savior, and whether the things he's doing are the right thing. Stuck in a loop of worry, he thinks too far into the future only after he's done his good deeds, never before, thinking of short time on the spot, and then the disturbing long term effects of his actions, which always hangs his heart heavy with regret and fear.

APPEARANCE:

Standing at a height of 2.5 feet tall, Errickos is a average weighted, yet rather thin looking kushiban possessing a set of large sky blue eyes, and a youthful look to his facial structure, though possessing a slightly larger than average snout and thicker, waist length fluffy ears which are both tied behind eachother into a loose like knot, used to conceal his training saber between the knotted ears, finally Errickos possesses set of black goggles atop his head and a black belt around his waist, containing various pouches, along with a leather satchel attached to his hip.

FORCE POWERS: Push and Speed

Lightsaber Discipline: Shii cho

GEAR:

Standard 500 credits
Training saber [white crystal]
Journal
Spare clothes
Emergency food supply - 1 weeks rations
Data pad

BIOGRAPHY:

Like many of his kind, Errickos was born on the native home planet of the Kushiban, Planet Kushibah, a planet rather famous for its weaving craft, thanks to their mood fur. Errickos however was both too physically weak, and mentally held back, that aspiring to become a weaver like his parents or a farmer like many others was lost to him, a lonesome, rather depressed child, constantly refereed to as worm food, as nothing of value his days living at home were of the worst, which became so bad, that in order to "preserve" their supplies, they "honorably" selected Errickos at age 10 to be shipped off, simply to save themselves from his pessimistic views and remove one less mouth to feed.

In truth, obviously, they had sent him out to die, firing off without a proper destination in a ship that could break at any moment, the Kushiban wept silently, mourning at his pathetic self, fearful of death, when his life was... "saved". His ship was locked by a beam, and the young Kushiban was captured, taken in by slavers, who brutally beat and forced the child into manual labor, though he was not alone, he as in the company of another, one who looked more... capable than the rest, a human, with strong eyebrows, and a set of dark brown hair... His face veteran like, experienced... Zelraff. In truth, the man was no ordinary individual, Zelraff sensed the force within Errickos, just as the Kushiban sensed much more in the man... No ordinary individual. A Jedi.

He gave no second name, but explained that his capturing was no simple slip of the wrist, no, he had planned his venture here, eagerly buying his time, sating it for the right moment upon landing to put the slavers down for good, though Zelraff explained he wouldn't kill the slavers, but remove all abilities for them to ever be a threat to innocent civilians. Upon explaining his goal, he begged the young Kushiban to not give up, and to persevere, his voice was strong, mentor like, Errickos found himself unable to do much but obey, trusting his words, like a child obeying a parent... He felt safe around him.

Eventually, the slavers made their landing, while Zelraff made his move, brandishing his saber, embedded with a standard synthetic stable crystal, made the plasma blade ignite with a great red glow, before the Jedi quickly sprung into action, his blade, not killing his opponents, but cleaving off their hands, using the force to his advantage to dive, twirl and spin, Zelraff danced among blaster fire, like a deadly king of crimson, he danced, and in no more than 20 seconds, all fire had ended, Zelraff took the slaver ship... free'd the slaves, and in joy, the ship flew, to a more... protected, safer planet.

On the way back, The lagomorph told Zelraff of the tales he had heard, having never met a Jedi, and ontop of that, one that used a synthetic red crystal... Zelraff smiled lightly, explaining that simply because he used a synthetic crystal, doesn't mean he's a sith. Though he admitted to the boy, that he has experimented with the power of the darkside, and while he admited its power was immense, it was not a power one could use without one hundred percent concentration. Zelraff knew how easily it could be to fall drunk with power, how easy one could become corrupt with nefarious intentions. Zelraff wasn't like those. He used the force to extract his own justice, though the Jedi would no doubt call him a traitor, a heretic, or even evil, Zelraff tried his best to explain that he deserves anything but that, that he was not blinded by the worlds prejudice of evil and good, the arbitrary political statements of the world. He offered to train him.

What could Errickos do? He couldn't refuse, he had to stay with his savior! Even if he was a criminal, even if he was a "heretic" for using the darkside plus the light. Of course, Zelraff made sure never to teach him in the way of the dark, as even for a Jedi of his talents, the amount of mental strength it requires to use it, and not be used BY it, was extraordinary, the young Kushiban was raised from age 10, by his new master in the ways of the force and the saber, given a training saber to start with, possessing a white crystal, Zelraff was a tough but fair man, and made sure to put the child to his limits every time, even taking part in their own small effort to take down as many Sith as they could during the three year Sith war, however...

When it came to the Jedi purge, things grew much more ominous, individuals eager to snuff out force users were much more thurough in their searches, and the two wouldn't be able to simply sit down and avoid others sensing their prowess. Zelraff did the only thing he could, and sent Errickos off himself to join the Avallian empire, which it would soon be known by. Asylum for force users, Zelraff had to protect Errickos as much as he could, and made sure to safely get him to asylum as... smoothly as possible, while Zelraff himself went by himself to pursue his next goal. To find a way to stop the purging madness.

Alone once again, though with others who shared his gift, Errickos had much training, though was still at Padawan level, as graded by those in the Avallian. Keeping the identity of Zelraff a secret he trained with those of his skill, of his mindset, though he hoped to see his only friend again one day, it wouldn't be long before 800 ABY would come about. Now at 20 years old, Errickos like many others found himself at the galactic republic, incognito along with many others, surveying and learning of the current situation, anything to give the Avallian empire as much information as possible on their enemies. It was this day that would set off a chain of events, putting him in peril... once again.