Name: Elias Joranis Ordo
Species: Human/Mandalorian
Age: 25
Appearance: Ruggedly handsome with a five o’clock shadow, crystal blue eyes and sweeping brown hair. He stands at 1.7 meters tall and weighs about 68kg. He typically wears tan pants, dark brown boots a dark red shirt and a lighter red jacket over it when he’s not in his armor.
Force Sensitive: N

Equipment:

• Beskar’gam [+]

  
  Beskar’gam: While many Mandalorians wear the armor of those that came before, part of Elias’s proving of himself was to forge a suit of beskar’gam for himself, something that was neither quick nor easy. Having been forged from scratch, the armor takes on some of Elias’s personal preferences and is much more rounded than traditional Mandalorian armor. It’s helmet is outfitted with a full 360 degree viewing camera as well as infrared and magnetic sight modes and a built in long-range communications device. The left arm bears a wrist launcher and wrist mounted flamethrower.
• JT-12 Jetpack-A compact jetpack allowing for high amounts of mobility. It also features a MM9 Rocket System, which Elias only uses in emergencies, as he’s typically paid to get the shipment to a location in one piece.
• Wrist Mounted Weapons-Elias packs a single wrist launcher on his left wrist, which is armed with a rocket launcher, flame thrower, and dart launcher. He only uses knockout darts.
• Black Nebula Heavy Blaster Pistols [+]

  
  Black Nebula Heavy Blaster Pistols-Elias always carries his twin Black Nebula Heavy Blaster Pistols, no matter what he’s wearing. They’re heavily customized to allow for a quick draw and decent penetration, along with uncanny accuracy for dual wielding.
• Vibrosword [+]

  
  Vibrosword-Elias picked up how to fight with a vibrosword long before Clan Ordo adopted him and it’s his weapon of choice for close quarters combat, especially when faced with a lightsaber. It’s core is black when activated.
• Various Equipment-On top of his staple pieces of gear, Elias carries a variety of other odds and ends in pouches on his belt, ranging from spare power packs, of which there are about twenty, to a couple of fragmentation grenades and cryoban grenades.
• XS Light Freighter [+]

  
  XS Light Freighter-While this particular model of ship, which is called the Nightengale Eclipse, is considered highly outdated, the previous owner, a Kel-Dor who lived far longer than he should have, kept it in tip-top shape and upgraded it as needed, making it one of the fastest ships in the galaxy. Elias has kept it in top condition as well and it even has room for extra crew should he ever want it.

Skills:
Between being on the hyperspace lanes from a young age and being adopted into Clan Ordo of the Mandalorians, Elias has picked up a wealth of skills:

• Mandalorian Training: Since joining Clan Ordo, Elias has learned numerous forms of both hand-to-hand combat and ranged combat, along with advanced training in sword combat. He was no slouch before, but now he’s a lethal weapon, armed or not.
• Charismatic: Due to the nature of his original and current profession, Elias has learned how to speak with such a silver tongue, the people listening sometimes wonder if THEY’RE the ones lying or mistaken. It’s also helped pick up beautiful women and relieve the rich ones of their credits. All the same, this man can talk himself into and out of trouble in the same breath.
• Ace Pilot: Having been in space for so long, flying a ship is something this smuggler can do with their eyes closed. He’s survived firefights with Imperial Star Destroyers and outmaneuvered entire squadrons of TIE fighters.
• Quick Reflexes: Being a smuggler, sometimes negotiations go wrong. When this happens, it pays to be able to pull your own blaster faster than the other party and be able to find cover in a short time. Elias has mastered this to the point where he could probably do it in his sleep (not really but exaggeration is a smuggler’s tool).
• Linguist: Due to the nature of smuggling, he speaks and understands a number of different languages, but is still learning how to speak Mando'a, but over the years he's gotten better at it. At the very least, he won't risk calling some one a smelly nerf herder by accident so much anymore.
• Swordsman: Elias was taught by the old Kel-Dor to fight well with a sword, just so that he wouldn't be helpless if someone kept him from drawing his blasters. He actually enjoys it, unlike most other smugglers.

Abilities: N/A
Weaknesses:

• Overconfident: Due to a number of things, namely how successful he’s been as a smuggler, Elias is overconfident and approaches every situation like he’s already won..
• Core World Accent: Despite spending years in the Mid-Rim, Outer Rim and Hutt Space, when Elias talks, it’s not hard to know where he’s from thanks to his accent.
• Distrusting: Having been a smuggler since he was young, his capability to trust anyone who he doesn't know well is basically non-existent. The numerous double crosses he's had to deal with growing up hasn't helped any to fix this either.
• Inexperienced Leader: His whole life he has operated as a loner, except in the rare cases he’s had a partner. So finding himself in the position of leader of an Enclave on a planet outside his comfort zone is a big change that he’s going to have to rise to.

Motivation: Proving himself as a proper Mandalorian and leader.
History: Elias Joranis is the son of two no-name industrial workers on the planet of Coruscant, the famous “center of the galaxy”. What the people who advertise Coruscant as this wonderful place don’t tell everyone else is that if you live anywhere but near the top levels, life is hell. His parents worked long hours to and earned crap for money while their son was forced to live as a pickpocket and con artist to pick up the slack. However, he found that swindling the rich to provide for his family was not only fun, but it felt right. All the same, at age six, he felt a strange urge to find something more to do with his life, but his parents had no desire to help, content with where they were, a sentiment he could never agree with. And so he began to search for a way off Coruscant and into the wider galaxy.

He managed to achieve this dream at age eight with the help of a smuggler, a Kel-Dor named Zorn Horu,where he learned all the tricks of the trade, and learned how to understand Wookies, Jawas, argue with astromech droids who thought they knew better, and numerous other languages so he wouldn’t have to rely on a protocol droid for translation. By the time he was 16, Zorn had all but given ownership of the old XS Light Freighter, dubbed the Nightengale Eclipse, and helped the young man hone his natural skill for blaster pistols and piloting into things that would help him survive. However, about a month after his seventeenth birthday, an unhappy client put a bounty on Zorn’s head that a Drunk Dug came to collect on, claiming to need the credit payout to feed his Gambling Problem. The Dug had brought some hired help and though the pair escaped, it was without harm to them. Zorn had taken a shot to the gut and with his last words, passed on ownership of the Freighter to Elias.

The young man, heartbroken, buried the Kel-Dor on his homeworld before hitting the hyperspace lanes again, and for two years, buried his grief in jobs of all kinds, any drink he could afford, and every human and Twi’lek woman he could get his hands on. Before Zorn’s death, Elias had been sending chunks of his share of pay to his parents to help them improve their living conditions, though he had a hard time talking to them as they were still content on Coruscant, though they did have better jobs that were less likely to kill them now. But during that two year stint of grief over the loss of a man who had been more of a father to Elias than his blood father, he didn’t sent as much and they almost lost their home because of it. The young smuggler managed to snap back to reality shortly after his nineteenth birthday and three weeks later, met Eldor Ordo, a member of the Mandalorian Clan Ordo. He spent time speaking with the man at length, learning more about the Mandalorians and, after some internal debate a couple of drinks, he asked to join the clan. Eldor took him to the Clan Leader and spent the next six months preparing to join. He succeeded and has been a member of Clan Ordo since, proudly displaying the clan emblem on the shoulder of his jacket and the chest, shoulder, and vambraces of his armor.

However, since he’s joined Clan Ordo, he’s taken many jobs that have brought a lot of unwanted Imperial attention to the clan, specifically when he launched a spiced out Twi’lek he’d never met before trying to serve him alimony papers out of his airlock. So, the elders of Clan Ordo decided to put the young man in charge of the Mandalorian Enclave on Maldra. He only hopes it’s a challenge he can rise to, even after being there two years.

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Force Sensitive: Yes (Though she’s not aware of that fact)
Equipment:
^{Usually on her left hip.}
Custom Vibroblade
^{According to those that know, it was apparently made from the grip of an old lightsaber; that said the original inner workings are long gone.}
Scramble Key
^{Custom built}


Skills:

• Slicer – Despite a lack of formal education, Ceva has knack for playing with computers. Before circumstances required her to leave, she’d developed a quiet but well regarded reputation.
• Acrobat – Growing up on the streets of Nar’Shaddaa she quickly learned ways to evade those that were larger than her, and how to slip through tight places for her own needs.
• Gunslinger – A blaster is the only thing you can truly count on. Ceva learned this young and took it to heart. Between her own skill and her cybernetics, her blaster is almost an extension of herself in a firefight.

Abilities:
{Force Sensitive} – Though she is unaware of her connection to the Force, it none the less underscores much of her other skills and abilities. She’s always been a little bit quicker on the draw, a bit faster to notice things, stuff like that; just enough to give her an edge.
{Off Hand Targeting} – Thanks to her implants and the sight on her blaster, she doesn’t always need to be able to see her target to hit it. Very useful for firing from cover, or in poor visibility.

Weaknesses:

• Egotistical - Thanks to that edge her Force Sensitive nature give her, she has a tendency to see herself as superior to those around her
• Sociopath – Living neck deep in the violence and crime-riddled cesspit that is Nar’Shaddaa, she has little regard for those that aren’t her.
• Greedy – To be safe you must have power, to get power you need credits; words her lives by.
• Addict – She’s picked up a couple of bad habits over the years; but in reality it’s amazing she’s got so few.
  
  
  • Slick
  • Ambrian Cheroots

Motivation: To get enough credits to get off Maldra and truly start over…and if there’s time, kill Glordo.

History:
Ceva grew up amid the decaying spires of Nar’Shaddaa, and Nar’Shaddaa is the type of place where you either grow up mean, or you don’t grow up at all. Fortunately, for Ceva at least, she was both mean and smart, so despite finding herself on her own as a child she managed to carve a living for herself out of the rubble.

From roaming with the near feral packs of orphans, urchins and other strays, she quickly found herself moving ‘up’ the criminal hierarchy of the city-moon, either as more powerful ‘bosses’ noticed her…or as she removed competition so they would.
Though she lacked any formal education a succession of bosses realized she was too sharp to be left as an illiterate hooligan, and so over the years, that defect was rectified. Though unaware of her Force Sensitive nature, it still underpinned her natural talents and made her a quick study in most anything she learned.

By her nineteenth birthday she was working for a mid-level Hutt named Rerdogis as an up and coming Lieutenant in his cartel. She ran several small but profitable smuggling operations for Rerdogis across the Outer Rim, offering her services to anyone how interested, as long as Rerdogis got his cut of the action.

That lasted for all of about eight years, before the operations, and the credits she’d personally built up from her own cut of things, all vanished during a bout of instability. During the confusion a rival of Rerdogis’ ambushed the Hutt while he was on his way to a meeting with several of his allies.

With Rerdogis dead, his rival Glordo the Hutt, began cleaning house and Ceva had to run with little more than what she had on her person. Taking passage on a freighter whose captain owed he a favour, she bounced around a bit before winding up on Maldra, once again almost completely broke. So far life on the backwater world has been rather uneventful…aside from being accosted on two separate occasions by a spiced out Twi’lek trying to serve her alimony papers of all things; she’s only been married once and that was under a fake ID…and her ‘husband’ is long dead, of that she is most certain.

Name: Aranea (assumed name)
Species: Harch
Age: 35


Force Sensitive: N
Skills:
Hexweilding: using her size, strength and many arms Aranea can use up to 6 modified E-5 blaster rifles simultaneously. Not that she can actually aim all of them at targets simultaneously however, so the volume is primarily for intimidation, volume of fire and cycle fire used to deal with the fact that the overheating blasters were not meant for use by biologically fighters.
Engineering: University educated and with several years of experience maintaining the cis war machine Aranea is an expert mechanic and tinkerer specialised in droids and weaponry.
Basic piloting skills: While she won’t be winning any dog fights Aranea knows the basic ins and outs of a flying spaceship and can get you from A. to B. relatively smoothly.
Abilities:
Herch Physiology: Herch are larger than most humans, standing around 1.7 M tall, have tough exoskeletons covered in thick fur, 6 arms, 6 eyes and sharp teeth, making them a species you really don't want to get in a fist fight with.
Weaknesses:
Fugitive under a false identity: Aranea’s many escapades during the clone wars and after have resulted in a warrant being out for her arrest, or rather a warrant out for the arrest of her former persona. When she fled to Maldra she left her former name and history behind, or so she had hoped. Now that the empire is here she has to hope that her bleached fur, new name, falsified papers and the empire’s xenophobia will stop anyone checking to see if she is on a list.
Heat: we are in a desert and Aranea is covered in fur. This has the expected consequences.
Motivation:
Short term, keeping her head down and avoiding imperial custody
Long Term: Escape/Overthrow the empire
History:

Born in an unremarcable brood on her species’ homeworld of Secundus Ando, Aranea was once upon a time a engineering student who became enraptured with the independence movements that erupted in many of the parts of the galaxy dissatisfied with the Republic due to the speeches of Count Dooku. As a result she partook in numerous demonstrations and clashes with republic law enforcement before the eruption of the clone wars. When the war did break out the last vestiges of the republic presence on the planet were driven out by Aranea‘s ilk, aided by the arrival of part of the CIS droid army. With her planate free and the fighting now mostly taken over Droids Aranea joined the Confederacy military to put her technical education to use, helping maintain the vast mechanical armies as they did battle through the surrounding sector, very rarely getting involved in the fighting directly.

Aranea’s greatest contribution to the cause was not in the clone wars themselves however, but in the subsequent Noolian Crisis that took place 18 BBY. The fall of the Separatist Alliance and the remote deactivation of their droid armies did little to dissuade many from continuing the fight for independence as many of the original rebels again took up arms. Aranea, along with many other Harch joined with Aqualish forces to adopt a guerrilla strategy in the southern regions of the Slice they called home. They began by raiding Imperial supply chains and medical centers to acquire supplies that could not be salvaged from the now mostly defunct droid army. Attempts were made to reactivate droids where possible, particularly the more dangerous units like Droidekas, but the expendable nature of most of the CIS army made this an inefficient time investment in most cases so most of the fighting was done by flesh and blood rebels. After more funding and arms came into their hands they began to take territory, capturing the worlds of Nooli and Galboron, among others, and even began to push into the outskirts of Bothan Space. During this conflict Aranea showed herself to be a ferocious fighter and her band of raiders, the razer fangs, where augmented by her personally salvaged/upgraded of CIS equipment and droids and as a result where a formidable part of the rebel's forces, performing daring raids and cunning surgical strikes that left the empire’s forces in disarray.

This all came to an end however at the Battle of Galboron however, where the Separatist forces were soundly defeated by Imperial forces lead by Captain Par Lankin. Aranea was one of the few who escaped death or capture, fleeing along with a handful of survivors on a raider vessel. Left without a cause or a home the Herch woman wandered the stars till she eventually wound up on on Maldra, a supposed haven for her rebellious kind. Here she attempted to make a new life for herself away from the Empire, putting her mechanical knowledge to use wherever she could inorder to make a living, her revolutionary spirit having been beaten out of her by the successive failures and the loss of so many comrades. But the past as a way of catching up with you or so it seems, and now that the Empire is here she fears it is only a matter of time till someone discovers who she was before she came to Maldra and she is arrested. This has left her, and those like her, with 3 long term options. Flee to the stars, disappear into the desert or die in a glorious last stand. As of this moment the Harch is currently still carefully weighing up her options as she tries to remain as unsuspicious as possible to the increasingly pervasive imperial presence while simultaneously avoiding a Twi’lek she never met before who keeps trying to serve her alimony papers.

Name: CT-2323, currently operates under the name "Dr. Syo Marrver."
Species: Human Clone, using the Fett template.
Age: 18 standard years, but is biologically 36
Appearance: Syo has the same face and body structure as all other Clones of the Fett template, though in his nearing middle age, he's been showing the signs of the biological affects of the accelerated aging. His muscles aren't as defined or strong as they once were, his skin is more rough and wrinkled than before, and his hair and beard are slowly showing more and more gray with each glance at the mirror. To establish himself as a 'new man' after his retirement from the army, Syo grew out his hair from the regulation length into a more natural medium cut, with a neatly trimmed full face beard to round things out. He wears assorted rugged clothing under a doctor's coat, and when helping out the lawmen he throws on the breastplate of a set of old Clone Trooper armor, with a customized DC-17 pistol at his hip.
Force Sensitive: No
Skills: Syo is a trained medical professional, able to operate on both humans and an assortment of alien life. Syo was a combat medic during the war, and as such has a grasp on how to fight in both ranged and physical combat, though his age has begun to cause those skills to deteriorate.
Abilities: None
Weaknesses: Due to the advanced aging process of the clones used in the war, Syo's physical and mental condition is not what it once was, and having not served in direct combat since the end of the war five years ago, Syo is rather lacking when it comes to strenuous physical activity. On the mental side of things, his medical knowledge is still mostly intact, but he increasingly finds himself double checking his memory with a datapad or other knowledge bank.
Motivation: Syo's motivation in life is doing what he was trained to do, and that's keep people healthy and safe. He's set himself up as a sort of "country doctor" to the people of Haven, and tends to pitch in with the law keepers if they need an extra blaster or set of fists on their side.
History: CT-2323 was a member of one of the first batches of Fett clones grown in 32 BBY, and as such was on the front lines of the First Battle of Geonosis in 22 BBY. Serving in the 101st battalion under Jedi General Fadri Ban, CT-2323 got to see the horrors of the war up close, something he still suffers from to this day. The 101st was a siege unit, designed to fight prolonged battles against Sepatatist-held cities, in some of the worst conditions of the war. Syo saw his squadmates and their greater unit get cut down by blaster fire, shredded by artillery shrapnel, and succumb to all manner of illnesses and wounds under his care. The only constants were General Ban, and her XO CT-4210 or Sergeant "Badger" as he was nicknamed. The three of them grew to be close comrades in arms, something that CT-2323 now dreads to remember. During the siege of Serant, the capital of Neman IV, General Ban was wounded in combat, and came under CT-2323's care. It was during his treatment of his close friend that the command for Order 66 came into effect, and CT-2323 was entirely unable to resist complying. In an act of brutal efficiency, CT-2323 drew his blaster and gunned down the wounded Jedi Knight with no hesitation, a realization that only came to the clone after he had committed the murder. With the war at a close, and the Republic now fully reorganised into the Galactic Empire, CT-2323 and the other first generation clones were steadily given honorable discharges, the Empire citing their advanced aging as a need to retire the soldiers. CT-2323 took this as an opportunity to get away from his past. Changing his Identity to that of Doctor Syo Marrver, he travelled to the Outer Rim, to get as far away as he could from the Empire, the war, and everything else that brought back the memories. On one of the many shuttles between Outer Rim worlds he found himself on, he found a very spiced out twi'lek he'd never met before attempting to serve him alimony papers, complete with the name 'Syo Marrver' listed right on the paper. CT-2323 took one look at the papers, one look at the twi'lek, gave her the finger, and moved to another part of the shuttle. Now he lives his life as a local doctor and part-time lawman for Haven, and though he believes he has left his old life behind, patients who have spent the night under his care have claimed to hear him mumbling something about "following orders" in his sleep.

Name: Devronian "Dev" Gorran
Species: Human
Age: 28
Affiliation: TBD
Force Sensitive: No
Appearance:


Equipment:

• A280-CFE
  
  
  
  • Pistol Configuration
  • Rifle Configuration
  • Sniper Configuration
• Q2 Holdout Blaster
• Light Plasteel Armor Chestplate
• Pac20 Visual Wrist Comlink/Datapad
• Various Disguises (from noble to Imperial)
• Vibroknife
• Electrobinoculars
• Thermal Detonator
• Sabaak Deck w/ extra cards for cheating
• Empty Credsticks

Skills:

• Roguish Disposition: Years spent as a Fixer have forced Dev to talk his way out of nearly any situation. He has managed to con his way from the Core Worlds to the Outer Rim. When talking doesn't work, a quick slight of hand to pick a pocket or trade out a Sabacc hand helps get the job done.
• Crack Pilot: While Imperial Records never show a "Devronian Gorran" being a member of the Imperial Navy, Dev goes on to tell stories about his time at the flight academy to strangers. When in the cockpit, he isn't the greatest. Regardless, it's hard to deny that Dev can pilot and hotwire nearly any speeder or ship he's run into.
• Gunslinging: Rarely found without a blaster, Dev knows how to pull the trigger and hold the blaster right. He isn't the best shot, but he knows enough to get himself out of a tight spot.
• Disguise: The Fixer's greatest asset is his mastery of disguise. He has the clothes and prosthetics to impersonate several powerful positions. While not perfect disguises, Dev usually uses them to "get in the front door" when on assignment.

Abilities:

• Universal Translator: One of the few subdermal implants Dev has, the translator grants Dev the ability to speak and understand any languages on the open holonet.
• Cybernetic Eye (Right Eye): When the natural eye can't capture the smallest details and changes, why not replace it. The cybernetic eye allows Dev to scan targets to help predict whether they are about to draw their weapon or if they are lying, among other things. He spent a lot of money (perhaps too much) to ensure that the cybernetic eye is near indistinguishable from a natural eye.

Weaknesses:

• Compulsive Liar: Dev has a hard time telling the truth, even when nothing can be gained from lying. Needless to say... this gets him in trouble with all sorts of folk.
• Greedy: Dev would sell out his own family if it meant getting him more credits. Wave the possibility of wealth under his nose, and you have the Fixer under your thumb. He may also have a slight gambling addiction.
• Coward: He's never stuck his neck out for anyone other than himself. While not a weakness on his own part, those trusting Dev to back them up when things get tough will be sorely disappointed. That is, unless there's plenty of money on it.
• Weak Constitution: He doesn't have much endurance. He can't run for too long, hold down much liquor, or take much more than a single blaster bolt even with armor on.

Motivation:
Wealth... so he can disappear for good.

History:
Not a whole lot is known about where Dev got his start. The story he's been relatively sticking to is as follows:

"I was the son of a diplomat on Alderaan. My father served our Senator. I had a nice life, and some of the best tutors taught me how to read, talk, shoot, and fly. But it was never quite enough. So when I was old enough, I stole my parent's credits and shipped off Alderaan in the family yacht to try my luck in space. Those Separatist folks sounded like they had the right idea, fighting for trade rights and whatnot.

So I ended up at a station on the outskirts of the midrim, and I got a little too drunk. I woke up to find the credits I had were stolen, along with my damn ship. So I stole some poor fella's cargo hauler and chased after them. Spent a few weeks tracking the blokes out into Hutt Space... and turned out they were working for a damn Hutt. If you've ever tried telling a Hutt that they stole from ya... well... then you know where this story goes...

I got off light. Ended up working with the crew that stole from me. They needed a pilot and an extra hand, so I stuck with them. Fella had a cybernetic arm and went by Rex Kincaid. He was a talker like you wouldn't believe. Trained me in the arts of negotiating and lying, to the point where I was able to out-talk even him. Another fella, a surgeon, managed to hook me up with a few extra tools to help me get by out here. I ran with that crew for about five years. They mainly served to travel to various spaceports around the galaxy and steal ships off the well-off for resale. I ended up being the "actor" to get us in, with a Slicer friend of mine setting me up with identities and disguises. Rex died when one of our last jobs went south. He was irreplaceable.

I was able to pay off my debt to the Hutt I was indentured to a few pulls later, and he decided to keep me around and pay me decently. So I worked as a fixer. I'd speak to folks who needed services done, and I'd make sure the right crew got that information. Of course, I ended up skimming a bit more than I should have off the top. Once Marlo found out... oh boy. Sent a whole host of Bounty Hunters after me. That was about... two years ago now. Once I was out with Marlo, I struck it out on my own. Moved around, stole back a lot of my clients and independent contractors. Was never meant to be permanent. Ran into spots of trouble, and figured I needed to hide somewhere a little better when a Twi'lek who seemed to be a little off his rocker gave me alimony papers for one of my burner identities. I jumped on board the first freighter I could, and I ended up here on Maldra.

Needless to say, I'm sticking around here for now until I get enough credits to make it big in the Core Worlds. I have plenty of burner identities left to get me to Coruscant once I've got enough credits. Until then, you have me and my fantastic wit to keep y'all company."

Name: Leonne Hast
Species:Human
Age:36
Appearance:
Force Sensitive: N
Skills: Jedi Hunting, highly trained sniper, expert trapper/tracker, trained soldier, and explosives expert.
Abilities: N/a
Weaknesses: Quick to anger/fragile self esteem just about anything will set him off, Knows nothing of diplomacy or using his words he couldn't convince anyone to do anything much less listen to him, downright suicidal uses himself as bait, throws himself into the thick of fighting even crazy enough to get close to jedi.
Motivation: Credits, and fame. To be one of the most feared bounty hunters in the galaxy.
History: Leonne was born to a family who used him to pay a debt to pay back a gang boss who had turf on some of Coruscant's lower levels. Growing up into a life of crime, and murder wasn't much of a life for a young boy who started selling deathsticks, his main customer being some spiced out Twi'lek who tried to serve the boy alimony papers even though he was much too young to pay alimony. When he was old enough to hold a blaster he was used as fodder. Yet either due to luck, or some hidden skill he survived each encounter with his bosses enemies. It wasn't until his teenage years that things changed the gang had grown so large, and the boss had grown more ambitious that he didn't even notice or care about the internal strife among his own lieutenants, or the blatant favoritism some of them received.

That all changed when it turned into actual bloodshed, the boss found himself on the receiving end of a blaster pistol from one of his trusted advisers, and the gang fell into strife. It split into many factions, and subgroups which quickly began to blame one another for the bosses death. Fighting for territory soon came after and Leonne soon found himself in the thick of it once more. But even that changed, and the young gangster found love as the clone wars began. It started slow at first, he didn't even know the woman's name. But through determination, and willpower he found out her name was Lynessa. And the two began to spend more time together. Now fully invested in his relationship with Lynessa. Leonne sought a way to leave his gang behind, his boss seemingly let him leave giving him his good graces as he went.

For the first time in a long time the young man found an honest trade as a janitor for some of the higher leveled skyscrapers. Cleaning trash was no different from murdering the trash of Coruscant's lower levels. A year passed with Lynessa and the two were expected to have a child. But Leonne should of known he couldn't stay away from everything, that your past eventually finds you. His old boss had spent that entire time seething that he lost one of his trusted soldiers so he sent his gangsters after the young couple. Returning home from work one day he found his love brutalized, murdered, and he was ambushed by men he once fought with. The fight was intense, and by the skin of his teeth he managed to kill them, and go into hiding to lick his wounds. Using old contacts who didn't shun him in the underworld he managed to secure more weapons, explosives, and a safe house. From there he planned revenge against the old gang he used to fight with.

He started by killing the gangs lieutenants, and sergeants. Either by trapping them in their own homes and setting off explosives, or just assassinating them from a distance with a rifle. With his old boss growing more, and more paranoid with each passing death he eventually locked himself away trying to escape the mystery man who was murdering those closest to him in his organization. For Leonne this just set his plan into motion. Through bribery of the mans own guards, or intimidation he managed to gain entrance to his estate, and place a shaped explosive charge into the cushion of his old bosses chair. There he confronted the man who had killed his love, and his unborn child. Letting him know if that he ever stood that the charge would blast his ass straight through his head. From there he didn't care what happened, and left the man to his fate. He took the credits he managed steal, or horde. And bought passage off planet to join the bounty hunters guild. From there the man depressed, and damn near suicidal took the hardest jobs that they could throw at him. Sometimes working for the Separatists in the thick of the clone wars, The Republic, or just taking independent contracts. Whichever paid the most.

It wasn't long however before the Jedi purge began, and thus the downfall of The Republic. Contracts for any Jedi began to come in, and the man who had since earned his nickname "Loony Leonne" From the downright way he through himself into the thick of the fighting. His first Jedi was little more than a padawan not much of a fight. He managed to trick the padawan into chasing him straight into a ring of sonic mines. Using noise dampeners he was immune, the jedi wasn't so lucky, disoriented the jedi was an easy kill. A quick, and clean shot to the back of the head was his end. Even though it was just a padawan word spread that he had managed to kill a Jedi and he earned himself a little respect. Enough so that The Empire gave him his next contract. Hunt down, and kill a Jedi knight who managed to escape capture. He proved to be tougher quarry chasing the knight from planet to planet. Following old leads, and hearsay as he went. It took months before he managed to corner his quarry on some backwater planet, and managed to catch him by surprise with his rifle. The knight probably didn't even know he was hit.

After he collected his reward, he decided to travel around a bit. Not taking any contracts, and just enjoying the outer rims finest bars, and seediest establishments. It was here where one of his contacts within the guild spoke of Maldra. The Imperials were making themselves known on the planet, and the seedy planet was the perfect place for one to probably settle with a little bit of law, and order. Perhaps make an honest trade for him. So he gathered all of his credits, and went to the planet to start a new life, a new home.

Species: Human

Age: 38

Appearance: A fair skinned human with brown eyes, Kodo stands 189 cms in height. His frame is athletic, but also leaner than it used to be. His hair is medium brown and has been buzzed short. Rough stubble lines his lower face, and he appears slightly older than he actually is due to years of stress and grief. His clothes are mismatched and suited for the harsh desert climate of Maldra. He wears a dark blue robe, patched with grey stitches and cloth giving him the appearance of a poor, disheveled wanderer. On his feet he wears a pair of hardy leather boots, and underneath his robes he wears a tan linen shirt and dark grey slacks. Around his hips he wears a sturdy belt with various pouches which he keeps supplies as well as holstered DL-18 Blaster Pistol. His blue lightsaber is tucked inside his robe, out of sight from prying eyes.

Force Sensitive: Yes, he's a Jedi.

Skills:

• Jedi Warrior - Due to his years of training, his abilities with the Force and lightsaber, Kodo is an absolutely deadly opponent to close range opponents with his lightsaber drawn. It is very rare for him to draw his lightsaber nowadays, but if he ever needs to then he is still a fearsome foe to face in battle.
• Tactician - During the Clone Wars Kodo took part in multiple battles across the galaxy, military tactics and teachings were practically hammered into him during the chaotic war. He can effectively lay down a battle plan, setting up ambushes or laying traps. As well as tell when he is walking right into either of these.
• Pilot - An experienced starfighter pilot, aided by the Force, Kodo is above average behind the controls of a starship. Though he has not flown in years.
• Survivalist - Having had to survive essentially on his own for years now Kodo knows decently well how to live off the land. He knows a solid amount of survival skills and can live off the land.

Abilities: The force flows through Kodo, and even now as a hidden Jedi he still can harness its energy to use:

• Lightsaber forms
  
  • Form I: Shii-Cho - The very first form taught to a Jedi, Kodo knows it well having learned the basics of it.
  • Form IV: Ataru - A rapid, aggressive form, it is the one Kodo is best with and most well trained in. He is deadly, able to take down opponents with a combination of speed and power. He strikes from multiple directions acrobatically in order to take down enemies quickly.
  • Form V: Shien - Well taught in this defensive form, Kodo is able to deflect and defend himself well from blaster fire with his lightsaber. Its most effective against multiple opponents, and is his second strongest form.
• Force Abilities
  
  • The basic Jedi powers (Push, Pull, etc) at a Knight level, his other powers are also at this level.
  • Force Barrier - This power lets Kodo throw up an invisible wall of Force energy around himself or others, while not indestructible he can block blaster bolts and small explosions with it. Though the barrier will eventually weaken and break with prolonged use.
  • Force Stun - Kodo emits the Force in a way that deadens the target, holding them in place and preventing movement. He most often follows this up with a quick escape.
  • Force Healing - This power allows Kodo to heal injuries sustained to himself or others, while he cannot do much for the most life threatening of injuries it is quite handy for blaster wounds. Using the ability to the limit that he is able to tires him physically.
  • Saber Throw - Self explanatory, allows him to toss his lightsaber in boomerang fashion tearing through anything in the blade's path.

Weaknesses:

• Branded Traitor - Due to his status as a Jedi, Kodo along with the rest of the members of Jedi Order were labeled traitors to the Republic and hunted down. While he has gotten lucky and managed to avoid being killed, he has to keep his true nature a secret. He must be extremely careful with who he associates with, which has lead to his solitary lifestyle.
• Depressed - After the fall of Jedi, and after witnessing the brutal death of his young padawan, Jannac, Kodo has fallen into a somber state. He seems to move through life without much passion, or motivation. He constantly questions what he's doing, or why he keeps going on. He dwells on the past, and has very much turned his back on the positive teachings of the Order.
• Alcoholic - When he finds himself in towns or cities it is not unusual for Kodo to end up at the bar of a local cantina where he drinks heavily. This is mostly out of grief and depression, and is a nasty habit he never thought he would end up taking up. Locals tend to disregard him as a strange but quiet drunk.
• Solitary - With the Jedi's status as branded traitors, Kado finds himself as sort of a social outcast. While still a friendly, kind hearted man the beaten down Jedi rarely interacts with others beyond small talk. He barely has any friends, not allowing himself to trust easily in fear of his true nature being revealed and ending up betrayed.
• Judgmental - Having spent several years now on Maldra, Kado sees many opportunists, killers and criminals daily. He holds a strong dislike for assassins and the like. People that kill for profit are not someone he does not want to associate with. He also strongly dislikes the Empire, seeing it as a cruel, intrusive, totalitarian regime. Though he does not voice these opinions, they are still in his mind.
• Not a Sharpshooter - While he has taken it upon himself to carry a blaster pistol, it is mostly for show. He does know how to use and operate the weapon but is nothing more than average with it. He also does not enjoy using it, but has no choice as his lightsaber would draw eyes rapidly to himself. In general though Kodo tries his hardest to avoid conflict.

Motivation: At the moment Kodo is driven by survival, he is still a wanted man and labeled traitor to the galactic government. He has occasional thoughts of trying to bring back the Jedi, fighting the Empire, or attempting to connect with others (if they're out there), but he's in a situation where he doesn't see a way he could do that.

History: Born on Dantooine as an only child to a poor farming family, Kodo did not have much growing up. His parents grew and harvested crops, though they never had much luck or many credits. Still, they provided him with a loving family for the first six years of his life. He still recalls memories of running through the tall crops and fields of the quiet world. Shortly after his sixth birthday a Jedi arrived on the planet, having stopped to pick up supplies. The man sensed Kodo through the Force, taking note of the boy's natural gift. A few days later Kodo found himself taken off his homeplanet and brought to the bustling galactic capitol, Coruscant. The chaotic city covered planet was a huge change from the peaceful, seemingly endless grass fields of Dantooine. But the young boy adapted quickly.

Kodo went through the initiate stages of training that every prospective Jedi went through. Surrounded by his fellow younglings the boy was taught the first steps to becoming a Jedi. He found some of their ways strange, but still adapted them. Values such as patience, inner peace and compassion were hammered into him. A naturally kind child he had no issues with this part of the training. Following the later stages of youngling training, and after having assembled his lightsaber, Kodo became a padawan. He was then apprenticed to a Enlor Niir, an Iktotchi Jedi Knight.

Enlor was a peculiar woman, but wise beyond her years and a good teacher. A competent diplomat and highly skilled swordsman, she helped mold the young boy into a determined Jedi. He grew close with Enlor over the years under her tutelage, and she helped to quell the concerns which came to the young man's mind. Over the years they'd embark on diplomatic missions across the galaxy, as well as being sent on the trailer of criminals. During his padawan years he embraced the Jedi's way, finding peace in the teachings of the Order. He grew into a powerful warrior, towards the end of his training being able to beat his master in their sparring sessions. At the age of 24 his master concluded his training was finished, he perservered through the difficult Jedi Trials, doing himself, Master Niir and the Order proud. After that he was elevated to the rank of Jedi Knight, and could confidently say he'd become the Jedi he dreamed of becoming when he first was brought to Coruscant.

About a year after becoming a Knight, Kodo took on a young Rodian boy as his own padawan. Jannac Intan was a strong-willed, but somewhat reckless boy. The Knight was tasked with taking the Rodian under his wing and giving him proper tutelage. Kodo took this task extremely seriously, and helped Jannac to embrace the teachings of the Jedi, to find inner peace in the ways of the Order. After five years of relative peace, the galaxy was thrust into the Clone Wars. Kodo and his padawan were also dragged into this chaos, along with the rest of the Order. As the galaxy was plunged into war Kodo continued to teach Jannac, though he began to instruct him on battle, war and tactics. No one knew how long the conflict would last, Kodo had to ensure both he and his padawan were fully ready for it.

Jannac and him fought in several battles across the galaxy, in the span of the war. A brutal, bloody conflict Kodo watched as friends were cut down in battle. It was a surreal time for the Order, keepers of peace called into battle to protect the Republic. Still, Kodo and his apprentice did well on the battlefield, while they both sustained the occasional minor injury they managed to be capable combatants. It was not until the surprising final days of the war (and the Republic) which would change Kodo's life for ever.

While in the midst of a battle on a lush jungle planet Kodo and Jannac marched through the forest alongside a squad of Clone Troopers. They were tasked with destroying a Separatist droid factory, dealing a harsh blow the CIS forces on the world. As they moved through the jungle Kodo felt a strange feeling in the back of his head, he heard the troopers behind them stop walking and turned around to find they had their rifles raised towards the Jedi Knight and his padawan. Order 66 had been issued, the Jedi were now traitors to the soon to be fallen Republic. Kodo drew his lightsaber, and screamed for Jannac to flew into the forest, instead the boy charged the troopers head on, saving Kodo's life but ending his own. He watched as his promising padawan, a young man the Knight had known better than anyone for years was cut down by overwhelming blaster fire.

Kodo dashed into the dense forest, blaster fire following him as he went deeper into the heavily wooded forests. He managed to escape certain death, but at the cost of his padawan losing his life. The event traumatized Kodo, a confused, deeply saddened Knight of the Order now a labeled betrayer. He spent a few days in the jungles, continuing to evade the troopers. He'd emerge trekking back to steal a starship in the dead of night. Then he left the world behind. He'dd find the galaxy was a far different place then it was before. A fearsome tyrannical Empire had arisen, the Order had fallen. He had to hide for now, and just try to survive. Deeply affected by the traumatic events of recent days Kodo fled to the Outer Rim, a man without much will, or strength to do much but survive.

He'd find himself on the desert world, a lawless place but not one the Empire would suspect a Jedi was hiding. Kodo removed his all too familiar Jedi robes, replacing them with indistinguishable garments. His lightsaber become but a permanent attachment to his belt, deeply depressed and beaten down by the sudden change of the galaxy he had to adjust as quickly as he could to the new order of things. Kodo held hope that the light of the Jedi still flickered in the galaxy, that one day they'd reemerge, but his hope for such a thing was not much more than a dream.

He lived a quiet life on Maldra, making his money scavenging, picking herbs or hunting. He didn't bring in many credits but it was enough to get by each day. Kodo would set up a simple hut on the outskirts of Haven, in the hills away from the center of the busy city. Its been mostly peaceful, though his strangest encounter was a spiced out Twi’lek you never met before trying to serve you alimony papers. For now the beaten and bruised Jedi lives a life of sadness, nigh solitude and drifting, just trying to survive all while holding onto a small hope that things will improve. That the Jedi are not dead and that he is not simply a should be dead relic of a fallen order.