Vasani’Brinme

22

Togruta

Female

Yes. Vasani is currently unaligned, as she has received no training beyond how to hide her presence in the force. However, there is a strong taint of the dark side upon her soul.

Vasani is a rather beautiful blue-skinned Togruta, standing at 5'4” tall with a rather distinct look about herself. The different coloring and white markings on her body sure to stand out and draw attention to the young girl. While having athletic and toned build, the girl has a body sure to attract attention. Something which Vasani often dresses to accentuate, wanting to look rather attractive. As afterall, that kind of attention helps with a popstar such as herself. A common trait of her casual outfits often includes a half-cape, and tight clothing to make it easier to move in. She typically favors darker colors, though the occasional lighter color to go with her skin tone is something she is known to enjoy every now and then. She also is often enough wearing a more minimalistic out if working out, or just hanging around at home or else wise in a casual, private setting. (See pictures for outfit)

Vasani is typically seen as a rather friendly and open individual towards others. The girl being not overly afraid to wear her emotions on her sleeve. Keeping an air about herself that seemed to paint the picture of a young girl with little to care about, she typically tries to engage those she can in conversation to build a bond. At times, she even comes across as being rather flirtatious as needed, as she does find a bit of a thrill in flirting with others. Vasani also has a habit of being more than willing to help those that seem to be in need. Something that traces its way back to her heritage and where the girl started from. Whether it be in the form of finding them food, money, or simply stepping in to protect those in need she has no problem stepping in and doing what must be done. Sometimes, the girl even champions large-scaled charity initiatives to help others in the galaxy who have it less fortunate than her. Often seen on site helping those who need it. She also is a girl not afraid to speak of her mind, and has shown this by publicly speaking out against the crimes of the CIS and Grevious, as well as the harsh treatment of imperial citizens by the Empire.

What she does not show towards others, is that Vasani is a bit of a hurting soul. For every bit that she acts as a carefree and friendly persona, Vasani also has her own flaws hidden inside. She has a strong fear of abandonment, being left alone in the galaxy after her biological family was killed during the bombing of Coruscant. Despite being somebody who has seemingly the entire galaxy at her fingertips, Vasani has quite the inferiority complex. She believes that others are often better, more worthy than she is. She also is tormented by the memories of the bombed Coruscant. While she does not remember the event itself, she does remember the time spent on the ruins of the world. A memory which haunts her in the back of her mind at almost all times.

Towards those she is close with, Vasani is virtually the same as she appears to most others, with a few key things she allows those she is close to see. With those she is close with, Vasani will allow herself to confide some of those demons eating away inside, mainly about her issues with self-confidence. However, she is also more affectionate towards those she is close with, Although she is also more physical, in that with those she trusts Vasani will often give hugs, bump shoulders, or other small signs of affection. She also will show that she has one side of her that simply wants to be loved, and is often watching romantic holotapes in her spare time. As well as reading romance novels when otherwise unoccupied. In general, she allows those she is close with to see the more ‘normal’ side of the girl, as opposed to how she has to present herself on the larger scale.

Vasani was born to a single father, and an unknown mother alongside her twin sister Talik. They were raised by their father, a simple contractor on Coruscant, and lived two years in the lower levels. Though when they were two, Coruscant was reduced to ruins by General Grievous, and her father passed in the attack. The two girls were later found by a Null ARC Trooper, Captain Ordo, and eventually found their way off that planet.

Born to a single father in the lower levels of Coruscant, Vasani was born into what should not have been a prosperous life. Her father tried to raise the two girls to the best of his ability, differently than the environment he grew up in. Yet, some traditions he still saw passed down, as both his daughters received the black tattoos his family had borne since their ancient ancestors. Vasani’s mother was absent from her life as far as she could remember, although Vasani only has vague concepts of what life might have been like in the younger years. As the girl was only born two years before the Republic was shattered on the fateful day that General Grievous reduced the capital to nothing more than rubble and glass. Due to this Vasani and her twin, Talik, were left as orphans of war at the ripe old age of two years. The bombings has left the twins stuck within their apartment. Buried beneath an impossible amount of rubble for the two toddlers to have a hope of escaping. Scared and alone, only the sounds of the young twins crying carried softly out of the piles of rubble that created their tombs. The two were much too young to have any concept of how long they were under the rubble. Alone, hungry, thirsty, and scared. The two clung tightly to each other in that lonely darkness, desperately hoping for a savior to come to rescue them from their tomb.

Their saviour would eventually come for the two toddlers, as a harsh light suddenly burned its way into the darkness. The two girls cowered from this sudden burst of light, terrified of the unknown after the events that the two had already survived just to reach this point. However, when the world did not shake as if trying to throw them, nor the invisible fists slammed into them that had come so recently before the girls slowly moved towards the light. Only to immediately cower back at the sight of the large metal… thing towering over the hole that had been made in the rubble. Yet the thing would slowly crouch down and place its hands on either side of its head before lifting. Beneath the metal head, was a human who wore a kind expression as he holstered some kind of black object at his hip and held out a hand towards the two girls. ”Easy Adiik, I’m human. Not like those clankers.” He said in a soft tone, clearly trying to keep the two little girls calm. As Vasani’s younger sister, Talik, made the first move forward he gave a small smile towards her. ”Atta girl, lets get you out from under there.” The man said as she gently placed her small hand in his much larger, gauntleted one. Talik’s other hand stayed wrapped tightly around that of her twin, to ensure she was coming along right behind them. In Vasani’s free hand, a silver tube that would be easily recognizable to any who had once served alongside Jedi. A tube which had once belonged to their father from a time long ago. Soon enough, the man led the two girls out of that little tomb and out into the rubble that was once their home world.

After surviving five years on the surface of that hell, Captain Ordo and the two girls managed to get a ship off the wreckage of Coruscant. Granted, the ship originally belonged to a slaver coming for easy prey, but the Null had managed to ‘convince’ the man to give it over to them. At the point of a blaster. Nevertheless, the trio managed to get off the planet in their little freighter. From there, years were spent going about the galaxy as they learned that it was not quite the galaxy they once had remembered. During their adventures about the galaxy, Ordo had the two a bit about how to live in the galaxy. Seeing it as his job to care for these two girls, much in the way Kal Skirata had done for him and his brothers when they were young. During these times, Ordo had done a job for the Mandalorians with the repayment being the serum they had supposedly concocted to slow their aging. That way Ordo would have more time to spend with his girls, for he had officially adopted the young girls on their 10th birthday. It was a peaceful time for the small family, they hadn’t made it back to Mandalore to reunite with his family quite yet, as it always seemed that somebody else had something that needed help. Which regularly the Null would’ve ignored, but a young Vasani and Talik refused to accept. Thus, they were always stopping to go help out some group or another. Often times, they stopped by the ruins of Coruscant so they could help other unfortunate souls make it off the surface of the planet.

Over the years, the two siblings started to travel down very different paths despite their bond remaining strong. Talik, heading down a path that had her learning to fight more and more from her father than Vasani who learned just simple self defense. Instead, Vasani decided that she still would remain unmoved from the past she had survived and instead move towards the dream she had since she could remember. Spending most of her free time practicing her singing and dancing, Vasani had decided that she would do what all little girls dreamed of at some point; become a popstar. It took a few years, but eventually at the age of 15 she had been ‘discovered’ by one of the agencies looking for new talent to support in the galactic scene. Taking her under their wing, she received formal training in the skills she would need to succeed as well as setting up a record label for the young girl. Two years later, Vasani exploded onto the galactic scene, bearing the name ‘Shiri’ as her idol name. Her opening single rocketed towards the top of the charts, making a rather larger splash across the galaxy. From there, the girl’s fame skyrocketed practically overnight. She was suddenly in high demand, with many attempting to book the young popstar. Since then, Vasani shot to the top of the charts and consistently held onto the top spot though she often was rivaled by a droid rapper from the CIS space of all things. Her distinctive tone, and high-energy songs drew quite a following. Especially when considering how her music has a bit of a more adult tone. . Around her 20th birthday, Vasani received a gift from her twin in the form of a reprogrammed Magna Droid that would work as a personal guard. Along with this, her adoptive father gifted the girl with her own suit of Beskar’gam, which is alot lighter than most mandalorian armor sets would be. Although she doesn’t wear the armor much herself, keeps it on a display and takes excellent care of it. A reminder of the tradition she was raised under by her adoptive father. Since then, she then formed a small group of four other popstars to effectively work as a pop supergroup and continue to dominate the scene. All of these girls were doing well in their own rights, although Vasani was very much the headliner of the group. Although one of the more well known members of the group is a girl by the stage name of PAFF, an up and coming star hailing from Corellia who Vasani had scouted and recruited to help show her the ropes.

Vasani had also started using her position to try to help others wherever she could around the galaxy. Along with this, she became rather active in the galactic political community. Vasani’s views on Grievous and his CIS’ treatment of its own citizens as well as how they ended the Clone Wars became well known. The girl using the chances she got while funding and working at various charities around the galaxy to help those affected by the war to publicly denounce Grievous. One thing led into another, and eventually just after her 22nd birthday the girl’s ship was found adrift in interplanetary space. The young star simply went missing from the face of the galaxy, leaving many asking what had happened to her so suddenly.

Boi Hecate

30

Basic Human

Man

Yes/No - Dark/Grey/Light(Can be more specific in the alignment, if not fully in one of the three categories.)

Boi's personal belongings include a photo of his deceased father, the severed tip of the spear he accidentally cut into another warrior's lung in training, and his first visor he was issued. He also has a photo of the incident where his hand injured in a game. Besides that are his basic necessities: socks, underwear, boots, quick to eat edibles, writing pads and pens, and five pound weights he uses to shadow box with, etc.
His equipment is a green iron armor, compass, beskad, and one carbine rifle, three secondary blasters, and several more goodies like wrist rockets and grappling hooks and vibroblades. One last thing is his grenades, and darts and razors embedded inside of both his right and left vambraces and are used subjectively.

Boi also shares a two story residence with his brother Geoff in Sundari. It's built inside of the city near the central bank. The home was paid for by the brother's collective savings. Inside, it is mostly carpeted with blue and burgundy fabric and has guest space for three people, two bathroom upstairs and one bathroom on the lower floor. Outside, it is shaped like a square and has a dome on top of it that serves as an automated alarm hub and main utility pod.

He can bench press twice 180 kilograms, which is twice his own body weight. He uses the shoulder press only some because it is incredibly easy for him. He prefers to cultivate his abs manually, once doing 300 sit-ups over the course of a week.
Also, from his experience he has proven he can be fearless or friendly and always focused, and is trained in close combat, and pilot training.

Boi is introspective. It is not strictly physical, but mentally he records and processes and judges many things and events he is a part of or witnesses. He's done it since he was a boy, confiding in his own wisdom and growth to help him understand life better. Once, he wrote, "I met a woman and we had some drinks and got drunk enough to screw over the weekend. She wasn't bad, and she said I was great. She asked me about life as a smuggler, and I told her that one load would help you out, but two loads got you inscribed on the money maker datapad." He might be the only person this side of the galaxy that still uses a pen and paper to write.

Boi is missing his right pinky finger. This happened in an hand and eye contest with a knife. It was something he always had fun doing. The result of the hand knife game was him damaging bone and nerves in his hand. He suffered very much and surgery was performed, and now he has a functioning, metal small finger.

Early on in his teenage years, Boi sat down at some peers table to see what they were doing and ended up playing cards all day long. He had a knack at cards. Boi fastly learned several different kinds of sabacc, and betted on races, and spent a lot of time in Hitt controlled casinos. He once gambled away his weapons until he was left with nothing but his beskad, which he used to reacquire his Mandalorian issued assault rifle. His gambling addiction displayed his impulsiveness and violence.

He is as wise as someone twice his age. He has seen a lot of things go down, killed people, and things like that. He's been in a lot of sticky situations, anted up his trouble and goodwill banks, and unknowingly preformed nicely for the record books. He is there to give advice to anyone, training incoming warriors, and keep his good reputation intact.

To people who are suffering greatly, he is the warmest and kindest as it can be. When you've lost every one, including an unborn sister, you tend to sympathize with people who feel hopeless or extremely sad. One particular occasion in Sundari showed the Mandalorian understood that a little could be a lot when he carried a young girl to her academy every day because her family suffered great financial loss, even after auctioning off their their T-6 airspeeder. He did this for three months while his father found work and was able to reorganize his family's life.

Due to his risk taking past, Boi will get yappy to any one. This often leads to trouble and pain, and an outpatient visit to the nearest medical unit. Before he was a patrolman for the MG, Boi beat the shit out of a lot of people and perpetraded a lot of crimes. Today, he is calm, and hopes that people think positive about him. He wants his past to be lived down.

Boi was born into the mining camps of Concord Dawn. The moon is a great source of beskar.

Concord Dawn was one of the earlier settlements by early Mandolorians. In the future, evolution of the moon's people, who were usually farmers or types of politicians, come to share many traits of the warriors who conquered them. And, a lifelong agricultural worker Jango Fett was selected to be the design for the clone army of the Grand Republic.

Boi Hecate was born on the moon called Concord Dawn, but moved to Mandalore when he was a young human child.

He was brought into a normal setting, learning Mando'a as well as Kaleesh and Standard Galactic. His clan had announced him, and in a few short years Ko'dak Hecate and her new baby would start training on these languages he would comprehend, on his ways with women so one day he could he could produce his own child, and on the warrior he was destined for.

He was fourteen years old when he started climbing mountains and practicing hand-to-hand mixed martial arts and, also weapons handling. He got into a lot of fights, and kissed a lot of girls, which sometimes happened with results like, fighting. Boi would take wine or spiked tea from his father's hidden cabinet, and after a little bit too much showed up missing Boi would get disciplined by being beaten and restricted rations that he come to understand was non-negotionable. Until, one day finally a young Boi Hecate learned to leave the juice alone and keep focusing on his training.

He was growing up hard, and developed a creative way to take his mind off from climbing and the fighting. He liked to write, once documenting that, "My right hand has healed, it's only a little crooked and hurt inside. I failed the hand fighting training two weeks ago, but I'm going back in. My mother, my father, they would go back in and devise a way to not screw up again."

His culture was not an easy one. One had to persevere, like he did when could no longer stand up with field gear choking him down. He had to hate when his father left him home with his mother to do the hunting and him to supervise the newest member of the Hecate name Geoff; and, then love him when he come home later on with huge credits rolling out of his pockets.

Boi was a christened warrior capable of honoring the creed his people lived by his society at eighteen, and was granted red iron armor, then, also a carbine blaster with a scoped secondary armament and the bells and whistles of his new stamp as a solid Mandalorian warrior. He had requested a red colored beskar because his father was ailing after being struck with unremitting bacteria and suffering from fever and red meant he was living life dedicated to his parents. After he succeded several more live gear exercises, he was stationed to at an old prison camp overseeing old-timers in a remote place on Mandalore, and spent time reciting chants and learning how to deal with a great amount of BS.

In his 30 years, Boi Hecate has seen and heard many things. He has lost his father, who he calls "a fighting man" jokingly and honoraby; and, his mother has since passed away in an accident and carrying a third child that would have the first daughter to the Hecate house. He's learned how to kill people, how to smuggle everything from spices to weapons, when to be honest and how to lie, and understands duty and how it can be rewarding, treacherous, required, and voluntarily applied.

Dra'kal Sherom

63 (Looks to be in 30s)

Kaleesh

Male

Yes - Grey; leans more towards light, but does utilize some aggressive force abilities in combat.

Dra'kal Sherom is a male, maroon-skinned Kaleesh, standing at a height of 1.88 meters (6'2") tall. Despite his old age, the force was kind enough to slow his aging process, making him younger and more fit then he really is. His rather toned body has multiple scars from various battles during the Clone Wars, with a large one scratching diagonally across his face and down the left side of his chest and upper arm. His black hair had been braided into long locks with four major strands - two smaller brands in the front and two larger brands in the back. Dra'kal's ears and tusks are also pierced with traditional golden kaleesh jewelry that he had earned in various accomplishments during his time as a Kaleesh warrior. His attire is comprised of custom-made jedi robes, along a cape, and wears his traditional Kaleeshi war mask when in battle.

A battle hardened veteran, Dra'kal has experienced both pain and loss as a native Kaleesh. He knows the true brutality of war and his mannerisms indeed show that the heart of battle has never really left him. He is solemnly spoken and to the point, offering a good amount of battle wisdom for an average soldier to take note. His trust with others is often strained, due to the many false loyalties that his people had mingled with, but if one can confidently gain his trust they would have a very powerful ally on their side. He also harbors many stories of his time on Kalee against the Huk and is welcome to tell any story to any who are curious about his backstory.

On the flip-side, Dra'kal can also be impatient and would rather go into the fray guns/saber-blazing rather then negotiate or find more stealthy approaches to the problem. This is the Kaleeshi way for him and while he is slowly attempting to cull his excitement for battle, there's is only one battle that he wants more than most. His near-obsession with killing General Grievous has often led him astray in certain situations, where he often wants to take the missions or jobs that allow him to get as close to him as he can. It's an incredibly dangerous mindset for Dra'kal to have and thus is constantly reminded about how high the bars had been placed against him and that he must learn to control himself and to have patience.

In battle, the Kaleeshi warrior has never quite forgotten about his old heritage. He is an honorable warrior in battle, often fighting with a set of rules and regulations when it comes to dueling skilled opponents (with a few exceptions of course outside of regular troops/droids/etc).

Kalee

Born on the planet Kalee, Dra'kal Sherom was raised in conflict during the long and gruesome Huk War. He was born within the proud Kaleesh tribe known as the Kolkpravis, which had been in constant battle with the insectoid species known as the Yam'rii (or in their tongue, the "Huk") who coveted the Kaleesh as slaves and took their land to expand their ever growing colony. Dra'kal was promptly forced into combat early by his father and trained him in the art of battle. The young kaleesh turned to be an impressive soldier, sporting an impressive amount of Huk kills starting from the age of 9. He impressed most of his friends and comrades, with few believing that he too had been blessed by the gods for his own ferocity and strength. For a time, he seemed to revel in the praises that he was given.

However, that would change once Dra'kal found himself within the companies of two other highly gifted warriors in his early 20s - one fellow Kolkpravis member Qymaen jai Sheelal and later a tribeless mercenary Ronderu lij Kummar; who supposedly came from the Grendaju ice mass at the far south of planet. Regarding the former, Dra'kal had only personally met him a handful of times - who even then was already quite famous for his age - evening sparing with him on an occasion. The younger Kaleesh had lost that duel - although Sheelal admitted that it was a close match - it provided him with great respect towards the victor. It was here that Dra'kal had seen first hand as to why many called Sheelal a demigod.

With Kummar, she and Dra'kal would also be respectful of one another. While they had a friendly rivalry with one another, Dra'kal could feel the intense feelings radiating off her when she was interacting with Sheelal. After all, it was said by Sheelal himself that it all started from a dream, in which he saw himself slaying a wild mumuu in the Kunbal jungle with Lig swords. So taken was he with this vision that he set out in his mumuu hunting mask to kill one in reality, but instead of finding a mumuu in the jungle, he saw Kummar. He realized that the slayer in his dream had not been himself, but the woman standing before him in a karabbac mask and wielding twin Lig swords. The two of them were, therefore, considered living manifestations of the cryptic Kaleesh parable heelal, or The Dreamer/The Dreamt One. In hindsight, Dra'kal believed himself to be the odd third-wheel out of this relationship, as he initially had feelings towards Kummar but never had the guts to tell her himself. It was something he almost regretted not doing.

Despite this, the trio remained together for most of their time together and despite Dra'kal finding himself more on the sidelines compared to the other two, he was very observant of how the other two fought alongside one another. Both were fierce combatants, always boosting the moral of their allies with their presence alone. The two both rivaled and complemented each other's fighting style, making them nearly unstoppable in combat. Dra'kal never believed himself to surpass their capabilities, no matter how many said otherwise.

But then came that terrible incident - one that would shape the entire galaxy's future.

As Dra'kal sat in his hut, he sees a grief-stricken Sheelal stumble into his home. Despite not knowing of what went down, he could feel the ominous energy radiating off his friend's crushed heart, one that bled with despair and utter hopelessness. His mind became clouded in what felt to be a dark, voidless, pit and he could feel his judgement begin to rapidly deteriorate. For a moment, he couldn't believe as to why such a proud warrior would be in such a broken state. Then it came became apparent to him.

Dra'kal asked Sheelal where Kummar was. He told him she was dead - having been butchered by the Huk when they were separated in a battle on the beach and how she vanished into the Jenuwaa Sea. Dra'kal was deeply heartbroken by her loss, but his feelings were nothing compared to the agonizing grief that his friend had experienced first-hand. So in grief he was in fact, that Sheelal later crossed an entire ocean to reach a sacred island in hopes for the gods to show his partner one last time, only to be met with utter silence. Somehow, Dra'kal could feel his friend's miserable depression and it too pained him to see his friend spiral out of control. Yet no matter how much he tried to sympathize and tell his friend to move on, Sheelal believed that he was destined to grieve his partner for as long as he lived.

It was here where Dra'kal would bear witness to the fall of his friend, Qymaen jai Sheelal, and in turn bear witness to the rise of Grievous.

After the incident, their friendship would continue to silently break apart - as if they were trying to move on from one another. Dra'kal continued to feel the dark energy slowly growing within Grievous, corrupting him and eating his sanity alive from the inside. He was not sure how he felt this, but it was as if he was peering into a window of his psyche. And he felt like things were getting worse for him.

In the end, Grievous was still able to push back the invading Huk and made the Kaleesh victorious, turning himself into a vicious warlord. Dra'kal was satisfied that they were able to push them back, but he could see in Grievous' eyes that he wanted more. He wanted to storm their core worlds and destroy everything that they owned. The younger Kaleesh advised that they shouldn't go too far, or risk them calling help from outside but the warlord didn't listen. He and his forces stormed the Huk colony worlds and showed no mercy towards the inhabitants. Dra'kal didn't take part of this assault, owing to a major wound that he had sustained in the final Huk battle on Kalee. And even if he was fit for battle, he believed he would've refused the offer.

And in the end, he was right. The Huk had turned to the Galactic Republic for help and they released their jedi knights upon Kalee. The quick moment of peace and victory had been turned into a massacre. However, Dra'kal had seemed to sense them right before they came as the moment he sensed them in orbit, he left his tribal home and found himself living in a cave for what felt like weeks. He reflected upon who he was as a warrior and began to wonder what his true destiny was. He felt like a mythical power was within him, one very much different to Grievous or even the late Kummar, but for whatever reason it didn't reveal himself. But there were signs - from the ability to peer into the minds of one's feelings from close or afar, to the relative foresight he had when sensing the appearance of others. Whatever it was, he believed that this binding essence was the thing that was keeping him alive. Was it the will of the gods perhaps? Did they set him up with a destiny that he didn't know it was? Whatever it was, he would have to figure it out himself.

When Dra'kal returned to his tribe, he would see that the planet was plunged into ruin. Poverty and famine ran rampant in his tribe, with civil war looming over them and the nearby rival tribes. However, it would be the arrival of the InterGalactic Banking that seemed to bring about a new sense of potential revision. In exchange for Grievous' services as an enforcer for the baking clan, they offered to take on Kalee's massive debt - a promise they did uphold for a time. Yet Dra'kal remained wary, once again his instincts telling him that they too were not to be fully trusted.

One thing led to another and eventually Grievous would rise to become the Supreme Commander of the CIS. The cyborg leader would ignore his people's request, ultimately abandoning them as he became the very thing he swore to destroy; an intergalactic conquerer. Dra'kal and the rest of his people would ultimately disown their once great warrior as they once again began to fall into ruin. The old warrior, having seen the events of "Knightfall" across multiple systems, became even more enraged and disgusted by his old friend's actions. He vowed for the day to gain revenge on the traitorous general by killing him in order to restore peace and order to his homeland.

Dra'kal chance to achieve this would arrive in the shape of a new faction who approached Kalee. While at first he was very wary of the Renkar Imperium's arrival, they would quickly prove themselves to be true allies of the Kaleesh and nothing like the Republic or the CIS. They would quickly get to work in restoring the native economy and allowed the natives to fully wipe out the invading Huk species. As a result, the Empire was extremely popular with the native Kaleeshi and they would rally their support behind them. Even Dra'kal would soon place his loyalty with them.

Finishing what General Grievous did not, the newly appointed general Dra'kal lead a huge and bloody crusade against the Hux with vengeance rivaling that of Qymaen jai Sheelal before him. And they succeeded, to the point where the Yam'rii were functionally extinct. With too few of numbers for them to repopulate, the Huk will never again to even consider invading Kalee again. It was also during this crusade where he unknowingly discovered his connection to the force, having utilized incredible speed and strength to the likes of which he'd never experienced before. Dra'kal's efforts did not go unnoticed however, as the Empire observed the fearsome Kaleeshi general with much interest. They believed that he would become an excellent inquisitor to keep order within their territories.

The Empire would approach Dra'kal with the offer to become an inquisitor, in which the Kaleesh accepted the role. However, he accepted it only under one condition; that he be supplied and trained to the point where he could challenge and kill General Grievous. Considering how the Empire was created to do just that, they accepted his wishes openly and quickly paired Dra'kal with some of their finest instructors in their arsenal. And for the first time in a long time, he finally felt like he was gaining the power that he needed to overcome the Confederacy general and to avenge his people's suffering.

And he will do anything just to see it through...

Rashaaq Endymion Kirileth, Darth Arcturus, Dark Lord of the Sith & Hammer of the Empire

Biological Age - 77 years old
Chronological Age - 3,719 years

Pureblood Sith
Estimated 93.46%. Human heritage estimated at 6.31%. Alien heritage: 0.23% (Unknown source)

Male

Force Sensitive: Yes

Force Alignment: Pretty solidly dark side, however Rashaaq uses the Dark Side of the Force as a weapon, not as a way of life. He tempers the dark side as one would temper a sword, forging and moulding it to his own desire. Though not always successful, Rashaaq nevertheless strives to avoid falling to the temptations of easy power that the Dark Side offers in exchange for corruption - as a result, he lacks many (but not all) of the signs of dark side corruption that mar and twist the features of so many of his kind.

Rashaaq is a giant of a man. Standing at about seven and a half feet tall, he towers over almost all other humanoid species save for a select few (such as Gen'Dai and some Wookiees), and his frame is suitably heavy to match. With short, jet-black hair, grey eyes (of which his right has a scar prominently running vertically across it), and only sparse jewellery, Rashaaq cuts a spartan, austere figure, befitting of his status as a legendary warrior of a long-lost era of galactic history. Dressed in his armour, Rashaaq is transformed from a monolith into a terrifying leviathan of combat. His armour is a relic of history - a black cuirass of unknown material (rumoured to be durasteel with cortosis weave) and black pauldrons of the same material adorn his upper body, with a grey bodysuit on his upper arms meeting black armoured vambraces at the elbow, with integrated gauntlets protecting his hands. His thighs sport the same dark grey as his upper arms, but are protected by plates of interlocking durasteel for maximum flexibility and protection, whilst his lower leg is protected by all-encompassing armoured boots - again, made of the same material as his breastplate.

Rashaaq's Lightsaber: Rashaaq's primary weapon when fighting Force users, Rashaaq's lightsaber, as one might imagine, sports a crimson-coloured blade, owing to the synthetic kyber crystal within the weapon. It is somewhat larger and heavier than your average saber, however, due to Rashaaq's strength and size, more akin to a cross between a regular saber and a greatsaber.

Ryndarra's Lightsaber: Rashaaq's daughter Ryndarra was a Jedi Knight of note during the Old Republic era, particularly during the Second Galactic War that broke out in 3642 BBY between the Sith Empire and Old Republic. On Corellia is where father and daughter crossed sabers, and Ryndarra was soundly defeated by Rashaaq in a duel between them. Cutting his saber across her eye (in a very similar manner to his own scar), Rashaaq also took Ryndarra's saber as a reminder to her that she still had a long way to go before she would hope to cross him again and emerge victorious. The fact he still has it says the rest.

Rashaaq's Combat Armour: Well, you didn't think I would spend that long writing about his armour only for him not to wear it, did you?

Modified Power Hammer: It's a power hammer, and it's his. The head and shaft of this power hammer have been replaced by a durasteel-cortosis weave to better resist lightsaber strikes, and to add further weight (and thusly concussive striking power) to the hammer. Wielded in conjunction with an arm or hand-mounted personal energy shield, Rashaaq has trained in the art of hammer combat as well as lightsaber duelling - a tactic that although seen as strange by his contemporaries, is remarkably effective against those unused to such a fighting style.

Form III - Rashaaq is a master of defensive fighting, able to weather aggressive flurries of attacks by single or multiple opponents. Rashaaq relies on Soresu primarily to tire the opponent and leave them open for a more aggressive counter-strike using his other Form: Form V, Djem So. Djem So's lack of counters to blaster fire is easily made up for by Soresu's focus on defence, though Rashaaq is not as adept at Form V as Form III, as one might imagine.

Form V (Djem So) - The yang to Soresu's yin, once Rashaaq has tired the enemy by forcing them to always take the offensive, Rashaaq will counter with quick, aggressive strikes that force the opponent onto the defensive abruptly, allowing Rashaaq to pry for openings into an opponent's defences and exploit them either with a saber or with the Force.

Blaster Combat: An uncivilised form of combat, to be sure. Nevertheless, Rashaaq has trained with both blaster pistols and rifles.

Hammer Combat: Rashaaq, seeking another weapon with which to train, chose to train in the art of using a power hammer of all things to complement his strength and resilience, together with a personal energy shield in his left hand. As stated earlier, though this raised a few eyebrows in the ranks of the Sith, those who saw the tactic first-hand could not deny its effectiveness, particularly in close-quarters environments aboard ships or in corridors. Many Imperial soldiers owed their lives to Rashaaq leading the charge and soaking up much of the blaster fire from defending Republic soldiers on ship-to-ship boarding actions, and watching as Rashaaq's hammer smashed aside any obstacle that barred his path, be it flesh or durasteel.

Form III (Soresu) Level: Mastered Training
Form V (Djem So) Level: Advanced Training
Form I (Shii-Cho) Level: Intermediate Training
Hammer Combat: Intermediate Training
Form II (Makashi) Level: Basic Training
Form VI (Niman) Level: Basic Training
Form IV (Ataru) Level: Basic Training
Form V (Shien) Level: Basic Training
Blaster Combat: Basic Training

Force Lightning: Master - The one, the only, the most iconic of all Dark Side Force powers, Rashaaq's mastery of force lightning is extensive. Able to create coruscating hurricanes of Force lightning at his most powerful, Rashaaq can devastate entire platoons of soldiers with a blast of lightning so powerful it can melt through durasteel. Rashaaq also knows the powers of Force Tempest, Force Storm and a primitive form of Lightning Shield.

Telekinesis: Master - What's a Sith that can't raise people from the ground and choke them to death as they scrabble at their throat frantically, clawing and gasping for air? Or a Sith that can't throw a power hammer with such strength that it can blast through even reinforced barricades?

Force Rage: Master

Force Strength: Master - Rashaaq, despite his considerable natural strength, has always pushed himself to the limits of physical endurance - Force Strength is one way he found to go further than the limits of the physical and into the power beyond. Commonly used in tandem with his hammer and arm shield, Force Strength amplifies the effects of his power hammer even further, allowing Rashaaq to crack even the toughest of stronghold defences...

Force Healing: Adept - As befitting a defensive fighter, Rashaaq is actually able to use the Force to heal injuries sustained by either himself or those close by him. He can't heal mortal wounds, of course, nor can he restore severed limbs, but he can heal most injuries one can find on a typical battlefield, ranging from blaster bolt impacts to lightsaber injuries. He can also channel his fury into Force energy in order to restore his own injuries.

Force Maelstrom: Adept - A combination of Force Protection, Force Lightning and Telekinesis, Force Maelstrom is a devastating combination. From sources: "First, the user would form a Force Bubble around their body, concealing and protecting them inside. Then, any loose objects/persons around the user would swirl around the bubble, through telekinesis. The user would devastate the objects by blasting them away, in a surge of Force lightning. Finally would release the energy gathered by forming the Maelstrom in all directions, similarly to the Force Repulse."

Force Destruction: Beginner - From Rashaaq's deeper exploration of the Dark Side of the Force came his ability with the terrifyingly-named Force Destruction. Described by onlookers as channelling a massive amount of Force energy and directing it in a single energy field that tore whatever was in its way apart, Force Destruction, despite its strength, is a power Rashaaq has never used, even in dire situations, and one he has limited knowledge of dealing with. It is a tiring and stressful Force power, and can leave Rashaaq drained of energy before a fight has truly begun.

Culture Shock: It's been over three and a half thousand years, and much has changed since the days of the Sith Empire and Old Republic. Though some things remain the same, much of the new galaxy is unfamiliar to Rashaaq, as are the major actors on the galactic stage. It will take quite some getting used to before he's fully up to date on the galaxy as it stands.

That's a Long Sleep: Three and a half thousand years in carbonite stasis is a long time. It could even kill him to bring him out of it, if he's not careful. Though he can heal much of the immediate damage, it is likely that Rashaaq will not be in fighting condition for quite some time after his re-awakening, which in a way is somewhat beneficial - it will take time to re-adjust to his new environment, after all.

He's a Sith: Rashaaq, despite his more liberal mindset for a Sith, is still, well... a Sith. Despite having worked alongside Jedi in the distant past, Rashaaq is still uneasy about allying with those who once sought to eradicate his race and order from the galaxy...

The Last of His Kind: Rashaaq is, to his knowledge, the only surviving Pureblood Sith in the galaxy. This will be hard to disguise, which means any activities that require disguising oneself or hiding one's identity will not be ideal for Rashaaq. The size doesn't help either, but you can't really hide the fact he's a member of a race long-thought dead in the galaxy at large.

A cool-headed, collected and rational man, Rashaaq is perhaps not what one might immediately expect from a Sith of his station or power. Many would expect one of his rank to be a power-hungry demagogue, ranting about how the Jedi are weak and how the Republic have corrupted the galaxy with their decadent democratic ways. Truthfully though, Rashaaq is simply better at hiding his emotions than the majority of his former order. He prefers to solve conflicts through diplomacy and words, but is not above brute force and intimidation, or simply slaughtering his way through opposition if it suits his mood.

Born on the Imperial capital of Dromund Kaas to the Sith Purebloods Ryndarra Kirileth 'the Elder' and Kroshan Tornos, Rashaaq was raised in his infancy by his mother until the age of five, when he attended the Sith Academy on Korriban. However, whilst you can take the man out of Kaas City, but you can't take the Kaas City out of the man. Rashaaq still speaks Basic with a very pronounced Kaas City accent, which would be unfamiliar to all but the most dedicated of Sith historical academics.

Little remains of the Dark Side of the Force other than long-lost echos of former glory, for a long-dead Sith Empire. The Dark Side of the Force wanes, and the Sith Order is broken.

Talik Gida

22

Twi’lek

Female

Yes - Talik is currently unaligned, as she has received no training beyond a very limited force sense and precognition. However, there is a strong taint of the dark side upon her soul.

Talik is a rather tall, athletic, and battle-hardened girl. Albeit, Talik is still regarded as quite attractive by most standards. Standing at about 5'10, she is considered to be tall for a girl. When not wearing her Beskar, Talik's style can be described as 'Punk'. She favors darker colors, and often enough shows skin on her arms, legs, and abdomen. Typically in a way to highlight the 'Sith' tattoos that adorn her body. Her clothing is meant to evoke a sense of a distinct style. One unique to Talik, an gives a further sense of independence. Although, she also does have various outfits to look elegant, should the situation call, or to blend in with CIS officers/culture for her various rebellion activities.

Talik can often be portrayed as a bit of a firebrand. Feeling passionately and strongly about her cause, she is often quite capable of motivating others to rally behind her banner. Talik is every bit charismatic that one would expect out of a leader for something as a rebellion. She often seems so sure of herself, as if she has already managed to seize a victory from her opponents. Every action from the girl has a sense of pride and purpose, something which emanates into those who follow her. She is kind, friendly, easygoing, and at times can even be a bit flirty whenever not actively working as the leader of the rebellion. When fulfilling said role, she still cracks jokes and has a confident smile for those around her, but is much more focused on the job at hand. Towards others, Talik can come across as loyal, protective, and compassionate about others in need. As she is more than willing to stop to help those who truly need it, even if it has no benefit to herself. She is also very reluctant to leave an ally behind in the field. All that being considered about her kindness, Talik is willing to do what must be done and take out the enemies who are corrupting the society she sees.

Internally, Talik's confidence is not quite as strong as one might think. Sure, the girl is confident in her own abilities on the field, but of her decisions and whether they were the right ones? That same confidence does not exist. Every setback, civilian death, and rebel death weighs heavily upon the girl’s consciousness. Talik’s emotions run strong, often enough overriding some of the logic behind her actions. This manifests in ways such as when Talik lashes out in violence towards others who have provoked her ire. Talik also has a darker side which she is typically not proud of and tries to keep suppressed. The girl finds a certain enjoyment in fighting, reveling in battle. A part of herself that leads to that darker part of her soul, one which she actively tries to avoid. One which to a skilled force user is clearly caused by the dark stain upon her very soul from the sith lineage in her blood.

Talik was born to a single father, and an unknown mother alongside her twin sister Vasani. They were raised by their father, a simple contractor on Coruscant, and lived two years in the lower levels. Though when they were two, Coruscant was reduced to ruins by General Grievous, and her father passed in the attack. The two girls were later found by a Null ARC Trooper, Captain Ordo, and eventually found their way off that planet.

Born to a single father in the lower levels of Coruscant, Talik was born into what should not have been a prosperous life. Her father tried to raise the two girls to the best of his ability, differently than the environment he grew up in. Yet, some traditions he still saw passed down, as both his daughters received the black tattoos his family had borne since their ancient ancestors. Talik’s mother was absent from her life as far as she could remember, although Talik only has vague concepts of what life might have been like in the younger years. As the girl was only born two years before the Republic was shattered on the fateful day that General Grievous reduced the capital to nothing more than rubble and glass. Due to this Talik and her twin, Vasani, were left as orphans of war at the ripe old age of two years. The bombings has left the twins stuck within their apartment. Buried beneath an impossible amount of rubble for the two toddlers to have a hope of escaping. Scared and alone, only the sounds of the young twins crying carried softly out of the piles of rubble that created their tombs. The two were much too young to have any concept of how long they were under the rubble. Alone, hungry, thirsty, and scared. The two clung tightly to each other in that lonely darkness, desperately hoping for a savior to come to rescue them from their tomb.

Their saviour would eventually come for the two toddlers, as a harsh light suddenly burned its way into the darkness. The two girls cowered from this sudden burst of light, terrified of the unknown after the events that the two had already survived just to reach this point. However, when the world did not shake as if trying to throw them, nor the invisible fists slammed into them that had come so recently before the girls slowly moved towards the light. Only to immediately cower back at the sight of the large metal… thing towering over the hole that had been made in the rubble. Yet the thing would slowly crouch down and place its hands on either side of its head before lifting. Beneath the metal head, was a human who wore a kind expression as he holstered some kind of black object at his hip and held out a hand towards the two girls. ”Easy Adiik, I’m human. Not like those clankers.” He said in a soft tone, clearly trying to keep the two little girls calm. As Talik made the first move forward he gave a small smile towards her. ”Atta girl, lets get you out from under there.” The man said as she gently placed her small hand in his much larger, gauntleted one. Talik’s other hand stayed wrapped tightly around that of her twin, to ensure she was coming along right behind them. In Vasani’s free hand, a silver tube that would be easily recognizable to any who had once served alongside Jedi. A tube which had once belonged to their father from a time long ago. Soon enough, the man led the two girls out of that little tomb and out into the rubble that was once their home world.

After surviving five years on the surface of that hell, Captain Ordo and the two girls managed to get a ship off the wreckage of Coruscant. Granted, the ship originally belonged to a slaver coming for easy prey, but the Null had managed to ‘convince’ the man to give it over to them. At the point of a blaster. Nevertheless, the trio managed to get off the planet in their little freighter. From there, years were spent going about the galaxy as they learned that it was not quite the galaxy they once had remembered. During their adventures about the galaxy, Ordo had the two a bit about how to live in the galaxy. Seeing it as his job to care for these two girls, much in the way Kal Skirata had done for him and his brothers when they were young. During these times, Ordo had done a job for the Mandalorians with the repayment being the serum they had supposedly concocted to slow their aging. That way Ordo would have more time to spend with his girls, for he had officially adopted the young girls on their 10th birthday. It was a peaceful time for the small family, they hadn’t made it back to Mandalore to reunite with his family quite yet, as it always seemed that somebody else had something that needed help. Which regularly the Null would’ve ignored, but a young Vasani and Talik refused to accept. Thus, they were always stopping to go help out some group or another. Often times, they stopped by the ruins of Coruscant so they could help other unfortunate souls make it off the surface of the planet.

Over the years, the two siblings started to travel down very different paths despite their bond remaining strong. Talik, heading down a path that had her learning to fight more and more from her father than Vasani who learned just simple self defense. While her sister decided to move on with her life and not let her past influence her, Talik chose another path. Instead she chose to face what had happened in her past, and do something about it. Training under her father to learn even more skills from the ARC about topics such as guerrilla warfare. The training was not easy, and attempting to convince her father was even more of a challenge than the training itself. This because Talik had chosen a life of battle, choosing to lead a rebellion against the same entity that had obliterated her home in her youth. The girl first went to Ryloth, where the Twi’leks were experiecing the worst that the CIS had to offer. Starting small, the girl eventually built a reputation with her clever tactics and effective maneuvers against the CIS as she outmanuvered them again and again. Which in turn earned her followers, and the title of ‘The Fox of Ryloth’.

In the years since then, Talik’s rebellion had grown in size and power. To the point that she has scavenged, and repaired a Lucrehulk from the ruins around Coruscant to use as a mobile shipyard, staging ground, base, and flagship of her rebellion. Inside, the facilities to maintain her small fleet, as well as the rebellion she runs, as well as both those entities are contained. She has even earned her rebellion a powerful ally in the shape of the Empire. As they have a common goal, and Talik has chosen to believe the Emperor’s sincerity when speaking about his beliefs. So positive their relationship is, that she was gifted a TIE Advanced Fighter that the girl uses as her personal craft. Not long after being given this gift, Talik also managed to scavenge, and reactivate two Magna-Guards. One reprogrammed to protect and guard her twin, while the other to do the same for herself.

After Vasani’s disappearance, Talik pulled on the strings in the galactic underground she had gathered over time to find her sister. Upon the discovery, from a CIS officer who owed somebody else a favor and so on, that her sister was being held in a CIS blacksite. Being grilled for information after the discovery of the young popstar’s link to Talik’s rebellion. Talik launched an assault upon the facility, but was eventually chased off by the forces defending the site. Fleeing with a heavily damaged Lucrehulk and fleet, Talik decided that her best chance to save Vasani was to return home. As such, her Lucrehulk (now broadcasting a friendly IFF) fled to edges of Mandalorian Space. Here, she was able to establish contact with the fleet patrolling the sector and request an escort to Mandalore itself to meet with the Mandalorians to request their aide along with repairs and refits for her damaged fleet. Now, the girl races through hyperspace jumps towards Mandalore itself, trying to beat the time her sister had left before that dreadful place killed her.

Adaahna Vanil

29

Togruta

Female

Yes -Grey

Purple skin, with lighter lilac striations across her skin. Green eyes. Standing at 5ft 7inches, she wears the standard tribal clothing of her people, small armour plates protecting her chest and shoulders. Wearing shoes only when absolutely necessary to maintain her spiritual connection to the galaxy.

near-peak physical fitness for a female of her species, Adaahna is trained in spear fighting and throwing, as well as the use of traditional hunting tools. More advanced weaponry is beyond her. She is capable of moving extremely quietly thanks to her training In addition, she is a competent spear-fisher, trapper and hunter, as well as survivalist. She also has a resistance to the toxins and poisons that she carries with her to use as weapons and to immobilize targets. Though a large enough dose will still affect her.

Like all Togruta, her montrals give her a mild attunement to the force, which she uses purely to detect living beings and locate her prey in combination with the vibration detection they provide.

Poor with technology, an… inexperienced shot with a blaster. She can be overtly independent and a solitary fighter. Also motion sickness when on speeders.
Culture shock: Her rural upbringing left her unprepared to handle the densely packed urban lifestyle and to negotiate the crowds in such situations, leaving her in panic.
Intolerance of inorganic life

Shy due to being from a small Togruta village, she deals poorly with crowds and prefers smaller groups. Aside from this she’s a patient and loyal person, becoming quickly protective of comrades. Preferring to sleep in groups public areas rather than alone, as was common in her village.

Being raised on Shili in a small village, she had a quiet and happy childhood, being raised as a huntress as is common in her tribe, her drive and desire to improve brought her to a level above the others of her village. Leading to her choice to leave and become a bounty hunter.

Adaahna had a rather normal childhood, learning to hunt when she was able, sew fabrics, and prepare food much like her cousins and siblings in the village. Her aptitude for hunting was not apparent until her 14th year, where her desire to be better than her peers drove her to spend longer and longer periods of time out hunting. Eventually this would lead to her becoming renowned for her skill with the traditional hunting weapons of her people, the spear, net and bola.This eventually led to her initial idea to begin preparing to become a bounty hunter in the wider galaxy, to prove the merit and skill of the Togruta hunters and huntresses to all and provide more than food alone for her extended family.
After her decision to leave her homeworld, her village bestowed her with all the equipment they could afford, along with trinkets and heirlooms to bring her luck and attuned to her ancestors. She has hopped from group to group since leaving, doing dirty work and hunting undesirables for many of the forces that now play the great game on the galactic stage, her primary goal to simply make her village proud and send portions of her earnings back to support it.

Xarthas. Clan Den, House Kryze.

25

Human

Male

Yes - However he did not pass the initiate trials so did not follow the Path of the Jedi.

Under his helmet he is fair faced, black beard that while long is well maintained and tidy. He stands at around 5’11.

Xarthas is too weak in the Force to be near anything like a Jedi. He only benefits from enhanced reflexes and being able to pick up on general moods. This is also a weakness however, as in the Force to anyone trying to sense him can detect his presence as a Force Wielder as he cannot try and disguise himself in the Force.

Xarthas is impulsive and a thrill seeker. He jumps at the opportunity to get into the thick off it and get things done, quite often leaping ahead without considering the consequences of his actions which has gotten him into trouble on more than one occasion. While he recognizes it as a flaw and thinks that he will 'change his ways and plan ahead more' this resolution is one that he is still waiting to see come to pass. Despite this rashness when it comes to any issues of a mechanical nature he can be remarkably and uncharacteristically patient. It is one of the only areas where he realizes that he needs to take his time.

He really finds himself at ease most when he is either working on a ship's systems or flying. Since first taking flight he has spent as little time ground side as possible as he feels a bit useless and lost in those situations. He spends so much time in space at this point that he finds being on a planet with an atmosphere disorientating at this point.

Concordia, while most of House Kryze lives on Mandalore due to their connections with the Duchess. Clan Den lived on Concordia during the ending of the war, it was here that the Consular Cruiser crashed early into his childhood. He and his father repaired the vessel and filed it as legitimate salvage. Painting it black, originally intending it to be a new ship for his smuggling operations. As the Paladin took over as Mand’alor many of Clan Den as renowned engineers and pilots went on to join the navy and assist in the construction of the great Shipyard.

Xarthas was born before Knightfall though he doesn’t remember much before. His Father was a renowned smuggler in the Outer Rim, like many within Clan Den he was a skilled pilot, with their Verd’goten specifically designed to encompass pilot skills. While he worked in the outer rim running weapons in the Clone Wars he always returned home where he fell in love with a younger woman. Sadly Xarthas’ mother died during childbirth and Trask Den decided then and there that he would leave his nomadic ways behind in order to raise his son. From a young age Xarthas was taught the basic skills necessary of Mandalorian Life and Piloting. The first real memory he has however is off the Consular Class Cruiser crashing from the sky into the moon of Concordia. As time went on more and more ships arrived. As the Open Circle fleet arrived at Mandalore.

Trask took his son to the crashed ship, and together they began repairing it as more and more of Clan Den returned. Spurred on by the patriotism brought upon them by the Paladin the enclave that held Clan Den soon looked more like a bustling spaceport than a farming homestead. As the Paladin and the Duchess planned for what was going ahead most of the Clan joined either the Navy or the civilian efforts in order to truly turn MandalMotors into an economic powerhouse, building the shipyards that would one day encompass the planet.

It took ten years with Xarthas and Trask rebuilding the Consular Class C70 retrofit before it was deemed flyable, during this time Xarthas underwent the Verd’goten and was even deemed to be Force Sensitive. The Jedi took interest in him for a short time before they deemed that his Force Sensitivity wasn’t near on the level that they were looking for. Painting the ship black, Xarthas was gifted with his first set of armour and given the ship by his father as a gift at the mere age of fifteen. His father joined him on his first couple of flights largely in the system between Mandalore and Concordia to visit other members of the clan. Eventually Xarthas would take charters, and freight runs for Mandalore. In time he gained some level of accord, able to even make difficult supply runs to Enclaves that existed outside of ‘Mandalorian Space’. He continued to modify his ship, it continued to evolve and take on a life of its own. When he found an ETA-Actis 2 adrift without its Hyperspace ring he removed the Pilot and returned them to the Jedi Temple for a proper burial, however he kept the starfighter for himself. Repairing the vessel and modifying his vessel with a small makeshift hangar.

Within a couple of years Xarthas found himself running guns and supplies to Mandalorian Banners that were operating outside of Mandalorian Space. He may not be the most skilled warrior, but what he can do is fly. While he ‘unofficially’ flew supplies to Mandalorian Banners that operated in the wider galaxy, primarily in the Empire running operations against the CIS he also began running to groups that were aligned with Mandalores goals. Such as anti-CIS rebel groups. As a patriot however he always maintained his support for Mandalore, and would always check through ‘official’ commands on who he could, and couldn’t, supply.

19

Human

Male

Yes, leans heavily more to the light side of the force but is unaware of his force abilities.

Sav is about 6 foot and weighs about 189 pounds, he often times has a smile on his face and is also generally more greasy. While he does clean himself and shave what little stubble he has, most of his clothes have a stain of some sort on them and you can often find dirt and oil stains over his face after he's been working or out scrapping. He has a light brown/red hair yet no freckles. His eyes are a nice warm brown. He also has a fake front tooth.

Sav was given two weapons, a blaster and an old almost antique blaster rifle from Alderaan. Both of these came from his dad who helped him pack.
Also he holds a pendant with a holo of a beautiful woman on it, he found it one day while scrapping in space and keeps it on him just in case they ever meet, as he intends to marry her. He also had found a small tiara as well that he keeps with him, hoping it belongs to her and that she will reward him handsomely when he finds her and returns it.


Along with that he has another pendant with writing on the inside that simply says "When life gets hard, remember to just do your best"
In his bag he has about 4 different sets of clothing that he tends to mix and match, and a few different pieces of scrap metal, specifically lucky pieces that he's found throughout the Galaxy that he sees as particularly lucky. He has found a few holocrons along his way as well, a couple that have random stories, and some that has had learning material.

Also he has a few tools, some of them are actually good and working, others are a bit more rusty and require to be smacked a couple times to get to work.

He is pretty good at endurance and somewhat strong, he can definitely carry his weight in scrap metal, but don't expect him to be able to bench press another human or win consistently at an arm wrestling competition, in other words in a feat of strength he will lose quite often. But he makes up for it with his agility and speed.

None at this time

He isn't very aware of situations around him. Growing up not really in society, he doesn't understand many social norms. He also has a really bad time at reading a room of what should and shouldn't be said or what should or shouldn't be done.

Eager: Along with that he has a tendency to charge head first into problems, not thinking of other things he could do to get out of problems. Often times charging headlong into a problem and making it worse.

He also is still not that strong in physical combat, he is more scrappy than a trained in hand to hand combat as well. Additionally he tends to try to do things that look cool as he is in search of fame than anything else.

Bad shot at a long range: Weak in long distance fighting, something about sniping just doesn't quite work well with him.

Sav is rather friendly, in fact, he is very friendly. He gives most people a glass half full type of view, expecting most people to be trying their absolute best in the circumstance that they find themselves in. Often times fun loving, he really tries his best to act like the cool person and like he is able to do cool things as he searches for fame. Not for his own well being but to make his parents proud. He is loyal to a fault in that he generally will stand up for his friends a lot.

He believes that there is good in most people but some cannot be saved. That being said, he would rather never have to fight his friends if they turned, he'd rather walk away from them and their situation hoping to never have to deal with them again. Though that is partially due to his own sense of morality that he holds dear. Some things that may not be larger a deal for others are a big deal for him. Like stealing for example, he will despise anyone who is a thief in his eyes.

A generally happy man, he is pretty innocent all things considered, not knowing much about social constructs or standards. He tends to say whatever is on his mind.

As explained earlier, he is a fame seeker, not to become famous for money, but to show his parents that he could make something of himself and make them proud.

With his friends he is very playful, often times challenging people to wrestling matches, even if he knows he will lose. Seeing friends as not just a way to help him train but to help him learn as he seeks to become the best version of himself and protect those he cares about.

He isn’t used to having others besides his parents so most people who he becomes friends with he attaches pretty quickly, he doesn’t have anything like an attachment disorder, but he is definitely not shy about expressing how he feels to people.

Born just before his family left civilian life to become scrappers, he grew up on a ship, going from battlezone to battlezone, planet to planet, searching for any type of scrap that they could salvage and fix or sell for a cheap profit. His upbringing was rather wholesome where his parents kept away from the more dangerous areas until he was older. Homeschooled and would watch the galactic news stations when he was too energized to fall asleep, most of his life he spent it on a ship and fixing things and selling things or watching his parents do so.

Born to an unnoteable family Sav’s history is filled with adventure and excitement. Not because he did anything special, or his family did anything special, but because he got to travel and help his parents begin to scrap. Starting from a young age he was able to head to a planet where a recent battle had taken place between the Republic and CIS (Pre Knightfall) for his first ‘dangerous’ scrapping job. It is there that he found his first taste of action as he shot a battle droid that was still very much operational. After which he buried the battle droid, feeling sorry for it and having to do such a thing. But after all it was threatening his family and he had to protect them. Later his dad informed him of the fact that the droids weren’t actual life forms, and that taking a life is sometimes necessary in this universe.

Continuing through his life he would travel throughout space, and the different planets of the republic and universe trying to gather whatever he could with his parents, whether it was minerals, parts, or anything of the sort. During which time he spent quite a bit helping his dad fix up the ship on a regular basis. It didn’t always look pretty but it always came together. His mom would coordinate where to go while he and his Dad tended to help pilot the ship and their excavations. As he grew older his mom would tell him about famous jedi, and soldiers as well as other stories. He always liked the idea of becoming one of these stories that his mother could tell his grandchildren. He would tell his mother that one day he was going to be that hero in the story that did something amazing. Some day his name would be on the holocron that is read to children.

As he grew older he became much better at scrapping, repairing, and of course shooting as well. Things seemed to flow pretty naturally for him for the most part, his life was good as he didn’t expect fancy, or to make millions, he just enjoyed his trade and the time he spent doing it.

Him and his parents ran across a crashed ship in space, it had it’s sides completely blown out. This is where he found the beautiful holo locket of a woman and a tiara as well. He searched the ship but couldn’t find traces of anybody, so he swore to himself he would find this girl and marry her. Not to become a prince if she was a princess, but because she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

Thanks to the hyper aggression of some factions he had to learn at least to be somewhat silent when he was told. But often times he decided that the best option was to just take what he wanted and run as fast as he could. Afterall, who is going to run after someone taking some metal pipes? This got him in trouble with his parents quite a bit as there was multiple times where they’d be leaving the planet or the area under blaster fire. This lead to his fight on the planet Courscant one day. As his family was selling things he decided to go into a now abandoned building looking for anything he could take. Doing so he ran into a man who was now threatening to leave or else. Seeing this as his chance to be the hero he took out his blaster to show the man he meant business. The man then pulled his blaster rifle and pointed it at him. Sav now was scared and he realized he’d never shot anyone before. But he had to act, he jumped to the side as the man shot and fired, the blaster missed and hit a piece of metal that was barely holding up. This caused the large steel beam to fall and land ontop of the man who was firing at him and wasn’t hearing the falling over the blaster sounds. It was a surreal moment, he felt awesome even though he didn’t think of it, and it was his first kill, but he couldn’t help but feel sorry for the man at the same time.

Not too long after that he decided it was time for him to make a name for himself. Asking his parents to take him to Mandalor, his parents happily were okay with that, his father gave him his old blaster and his great grandfather’s old blaster rifle as well. He took his lucky trinkets and put them into his bag. His mom provided him with a small lunch for that day and some extra credits to take care of himself. Once on Mandalor, his parents hugged and kissed him goodbye as he promised them, one more time, he would one day, become the hero of those stories.

Airus Vel Aath

28

Miraluka

Male

Yes Light

Airus stands roughly two meters tall, with a muscular build that reflects his own constant training, his weight is around ninety kilograms thanks to his rather dedicated psychical training. Tufts of red hair often poke out from under his hood and the bandages that are wrapped around his head. Scars mostly healed along his chest, while usually wrapped in traditional Jedi robes Airus does favor bolder color choices closer to home or when traveling on trips that involve less crawling through the dirt.

With pale skinned tanned from field work and days spent looking for items or gathering information scholars within the temple requested. At a distance with his hood up, many assume Airus is much older than he appears upon lowering it the Miraluka's rather unblemished skin, with a strong jawline his usual clothes looking more akin to traveling pilgrim or settler as he assists in dig sites, archive recovery, and taking younglings on tours of Jedi heritage sites. He also keeps a small military locker with extra robes, tools, and equipment on board his ship so he can change clothes changing out equipment between missions.

A refit Hammerhead class cruiser, with large personal data stacks with holobooks in them. Airus keeps several datapads filled with information. His personal companion BD-1, storing logs and personal research. Two light sabers, designed by Varina Vel Aath and given to her brother as gifts. Cin Drallig's and Jocasta Nu's personal Holocron's are stored in his ship. The memory crystals for Holocrons are stored within his belt. Jedi utility belt and extra equipment for artifact work.

Chief Librarian: Attaining the position at a relatively young age compared to many of the others who held the title, Airus is one of the most dedicated Lorekeepers. Serving as Chief Librarian with the few remaining Masters of the Lorekeepers working on the Council of first knowledge. Airus and the other lower Lorekeepers have gained been tasked with the enormous job of refiling and securing all of the data and holocrons they saved from the main temple. Airus also given access to Jocasta Nu's holocron which contains the knowledge she wished her successor to have, as such. Airus is considered a wealth of information and while he may not remember exactly what they need at a given time he usually can find something relevant and useful quickly enough to help.

Defender of Knowledge: Many assume a Jedi consular would not be practical more concerned with knowledge and the force than any skill that will serve them well on the battlefield. Many have been proven wrong by Airus's devotion to saber combat, originally known among his class for refusing to learn Shii-Cho. Airus was approached by the Battlemaster Cin Drallig who questioned him on why he didn't agree with the training, after much arguing Airus was allowed to learn Soresu from the temple Battlemaster, on the condition he keep with however Master Drallig chose to teach him. Airus kept up, the young Miraluka would eventually lose his much loved teacher, one he thought of as a father to the destruction of Coruscant. After that he found himself tested as the training partner to the most up and coming lightsaber combatants since Master Skywalker, Verra Alleron. Three years later he would meet Toryn, another Jedi who he would spare with. Though meeting these two Airus's own combat skill grew up to Encompass Djem So and Shien as well. Turning Airus into one of the finest defensive fighters of the Order.

Practical Force User: Airus isn't one learn to use the force for war, he took the force like one takes to a skill. He focused on trying to learn things that would serve him well throughout life rather than focus on combat skills and things to substitute his lightsaber skill. Taking to things that would serve him and those he cared about well in the field or help him fulfill his duties in the temple better. Taking a Sentinel like approach he asked himself what is practical and not what is powerful. Airus see's the force as something to helping him serve, not as a weapon. The Jedi is the tool the force merely the medium they depend on to get there.

Force Sense
Telekinetic Defense
Force Empathy
Force Sight
Force Speed
Farsight
Jedi Hibernation
Mind Trick
Protection Bubble
Comprehend Speech
Precognition
Telepathy
Telekinesis
Breath Control
Force Heal
Psychometry
Alter Damage
Revitalize
Detoxify Poison
Force Weapon
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Miraluka: Born without eyes, Airus can only see through the use of the force and when cut off from it by himself, by force, drugs, or other means. Without the force Airus must depend on hearing and touch alone to navigate, he has learned somewhat how to navigate without the force but is still far less graceful without the force to aid him.

Curious: Airus while knowledge craves to learn more, while he has limits Airus seeks out new knowledge or will do his best to gain more knowledge, to sate his curiosity. While Airus curiosity will drive him to places that are dangerous or unsafe, this curiosity extends to mystery, history, people, places, and things. Airus loves to learn and the lack of knowledge can frustrate him though he does know the limits what he can do and what he can't do in the name of learning.

Compassionate to a fault: Airus is one of the kindest people you will ever meet, his natural empathy and kindness towards others has made him into someone people from outside the order find approachable. While many would say Airus shows almost to much kindness, the truth is that he feels the need to improves others lives by doing anything he can. Believing that Jedi are more meant to pursue a better universe through all means fighting, charity, goodwill, or just simple acts of benevolence. This has also led Airus to develop a very strict practice of putting people first, the force is not used to rule over or command others. Airus's moral convictions have led him to outright threats against those who practices he objects too.

Airus is one of the more traditional knights, still having some of the traditional beliefs and ideals of the Jedi with a more modern teaching intermingling in his world view. His time under Master Drallig shaped his view on lightsaber combat and his later years serving under Master Zatliazha. He found an understanding of more modern teachings and that the old ways while useful are not always the best ways. Flourishing as a student of knowledge and reveling in lightsaber combat, Airus did receive lightsaber training from another Master, Zatliazha found herself lacking in that area. So Airus depended on Holocrons from Cin Drallig and tutoring occasionally from Obi-Wan

Airus prepares for combat and expects violence against him but never raises his fist first, taking any step he can to avoid fighting. Airus gives freely of his medical talents, force skills, and time to anyone who needs the assistance. However, the Jedi Consular can be devious having picked up a gambling as a pass time and is rather successful. Kindly, compassionate, and deviously clever Airus is strange but interesting Jedi Knight.

Coruscant, raised among the Jedi of the old temple since he was a baby.

Airus Vel Aath is the surprisingly capable Chief Librarian of the Jedi Order, Airus is the last Jedi to have received personal tutelage under Cin Drallig. Airus was brought the Order alongside his sister, Varina Vel Aath both were the children of a Republic Navy captain and a ship designer. The two were brought to the temple when there father was killed in an accident and the siblings had no nearby family. Their mother being a Miraluka understanding their potential she entrusted them to the temple and the Jedi Order, knowing even if she didn't return they would grow up to finest and kindest people with Jedi teaching guiding them. So Airus and his sister found a new home among the Jedi Order, a new family, one they treasured from the start.

As Airus grew older he advanced through the teachings, in the classroom he showed great competence in academics, though his meditation suffered, when it came time to instruct lightsaber combat, Airus refused to pick up the training saber. The instructor told him a Jedi had to understand the weapon that served as their badge of office. Airus agreed, however he would not learn Shii-Cho, 'a form for a Jedi looking to attack' Soresu was what he wished to study. Soon the Instructor was waning, his as the student offered rebuttal to his points at every turn. Eventually Cin Drallig, the Battlemaster, was brought in to tell the child no instead Master Cin Drallig found Airus as stubborn as he was correct at his every point. So Master Drallig gave the boy an offer, study under him and keep up with the pace and training needed to use Soresu, he would teach him specially.

Airus agreed, so around the temple the child followed at Master Drallig's heels training his body, sharpening his reflexes, and preparing himself. So to did Drallig take to the child, it had been years since his last time personally teaching a youngling, it seemed to give him the stoic Battlemaster a reason to smile in these troubled times. The hardest day for both of them it seemed was when Airus was sent away, the Clones Wars grew worse and worse, the eight year old Jedi would not be safe on Coruscant should the war finally reach it. Master Drallig took the boy aside, passing him a holocron, his holocron, one that contained his personality and his teachings one that would mean Airus would have the closet thing he ever had to a father with him always. Airus broke down at that and tossed his arms around the much taller man hugging him and Cin embraced him in turn, happy to know his last personal student would complete his training one day.

Only two months later, Airus heard the reports and could feel it in the force, the siege of Coruscant. His sister held him as they were both able to sense what happened it shook the force so. The death of over a trillion people shook every Jedi, it was a gut wrenching moment for all those who knew what it meant. They had lost the Republic, the Jedi, and the grand army. It was over, Airus resolved at that moment, that this wouldn't break them they would be the Jedi until the moment they could no longer, Grievious could slaughter them to the last but their teachings and ideas, those would live and a new generation would take up the cause.

When the Jedi settled on Mandalore Airus withdrew even more, while his sister became more of a social butterfly among the Enclave. Airus focused his studies, his combat training, and on meditation. What the other younglings saw as a savant or gifted, Airus struggled with everyday to keep up to match the one person whose approval was all he wanted, Master Drallig's. While others saw him as an all around skilled Jedi, Varina shared the truth, Airus spent his time alone or days awake training. He would not be a disappointing legacy, he would be good teacher, perhaps even one day he would stand equals with the man he would often think of as his father.

The years rolled on and a youngling turned into a Padawan, who cleared the trials each on his first attempt yet with so many younglings and so few Jedi every master and knight took on a learner, Airus was tutored by Master Zatliazha, an unorthodox Jedi at the best of times. He found himself learning much of the force and of the world as it was. Instead of the world as the Jedi texts and Masters described it, as he grew Zatliazha found herself unable to provide lightsaber combat traininig to the level Airus needed. So turning to other began to duel others in the temple, Knights and Masters alike helped the Padawan shape his skills. That was until he met her, she was the Padawan of another Master Zentraedies. Airus was older and more experienced but he had heard she had the raw talent he lacked, so they took up an impromtu session of sparring would experience beat talent or would talent beat experience?

The hours rolls past, one of them would yield then help the other back up for yet another match, unwilling to let it end. The two went back and forth, the younglings packed into the room Padawans standing off to the side and even Knights stopped to watch the proceedings. When they reached the eleventh round they tied, both exhausted and happy to have someone they could train with truly they exchanged names and smiled. They were friends, competitors of sorts, though Airus always saw it as more him trying to see if she could truly live up to the reputation his master had laid out. Though he might never admit it, openly he was one of the people who believed Verra Alleron could be the next great Battlemaster of the Jedi Order. During this time Cin Drallig's Holocron offered his first advancement when he had shown true mastery of Soresu, Airus moved on to Shien and it's teachings.

What came next was a chance meeting between Airus and the Mandalorian Toryn, Airus was well read and one of the older Padawan's by this point. From his view the Mandalorian way of life could not mesh with Jedi teachings, they would have to choose one or another, yet the Order disregarded this and Airus feared for the Order Master Drallig had fought so hard to preserve. The incident between Toryn and Airus was... Messy, both boys would receive medical care for the injuries and both gave begrudging respect to the other, if nothing more. The would become rivals of sorts, though this Verra and Airus became closer. No longer were they dueling but trading knowledge, Solace teaching Airus Djem So, while Airus taught her force weapon.

Airus was the first of the three to be knighted, at the same time choosing his place as a Lorekeeper, though his rivalry had yet to die down, it was shortly after Solace and Toryn's knighting Ceremony that the three began to bond. Solace's assignment to the Diplomatic Corps, quickly found Airus assigned often to Solace's side as her attaché. Often by request other times to her protest, they were a good team and got along well, though for both they knew it was more than that.

Eventually an adventure that none of the three of them will ever live down took place, beginning with Toryn and Airus finally learning to work together and get past there mutual issues. Over the years the three of them have become good friends, of course, Solace and Airus have become a bit more. With Airus and her having gotten much closer, the two are often seen together and have things they do not share, though the gossip around the temple is a bit different they maintain a wonderful friendship and amazingly put together working relationship considering.

Two years ago, Airus was selected as Chief Librarian being the candidate put forward by Jocasta Nu, the former Chief Librarian. Airus has been directing the Lorekeepers and managing the reorganizing of the understaffed library ever since, while he is excited for the future he knows they will need to see a swelling in librarians before he can make any kind of true progress in reorganizing the holocron collections. He also still working to unlike the Holocron Master Nu left him, one that contains secrets for only the Lorekeepers to know and maintain.

Toryn Dral

25

Human

Male

Yes - Light

Truth be told, among the small, loose fraternity of those armoured knights that have been slowly popping up in the ranks of the Enclaves over the course of the past decade and a bit, Toryn... doesn't stick out that much at a glance, honestly. Standing at a not-so-extravagant, but not particularly offensive height of 5'8" and garbing himself in much the usual fashion of the so-called 'Jetii'ramikad'— That is, a Jedi robe underneath his bronze-coloured beskar'gam and over a black armourweave bodyglove, with an old red scarf hung around his shoulders.

And as for the man underneath all that beskar and armourweave? Well, there isn't much to tell— Namely because very few outside of his immediate family have ever actually seen what he looks like under there. Though if what can be seen from a more thorough look at the Mando Jedi is any indication, he is, despite lacking the massive body-builder-esque bulk of someone like Airus the Swolbrarian or The Paladin, Supreme Ruler of Mandalore and King of Gains, seemingly straight-up carved out of Mandalorian Iron; with broad shoulders and tightly packed, almost inhumanly dense musculature more befiiting his more versatile role within the Enclaves and the GRM as a whole than just being buff would.

And if that still ain't enough for ya, you could always just ask a certain Jedi Druid about it— but all you'd probably get is a wry little smirk and three words:

"He's a cutie."

...Though, whether this is too little or way too much information is entirely up to you.

Jetii'ramikad
An unusual, and rather informal colloquialism used to describe people like Toryn, roughly translated from Mando'a as "Jedi Commando", it means... well, almost exactly what it says on the tin— What happens when you mix a Jedi Knight with a Mandalorian Supercommando.

Immersed in both cultures from a young age and enduring two solid decades of brutal training and even harsher experiences, it is no exaggeration to call our boy Toryn a living weapon of war (though the guy himself would probably tell you you're laying it on a little heavy). As lethal with a blaster, kal or even his bare hands as he is with a lightsaber and the force and being extremely (some would say freakishly) physically and mentally tough to boot, it's no small wonder that the council usually reserves the armoured Jedi and those like him for the kind of work that involves big damned piles of danger pay and circumstances to warrant it.

Accomplished Pilot
While nowhere near the level of a dedicated Jedi Ace, Toryn is as a consequence of having spent more of his life in space than not, pretty damned handy at the helm of a ship, easily able to make his archaic freighter dance in ways that'd earn a few approving nods from more seasoned pilots.

Master Smith
Starting as just a way to bond with his 'aunt' when he was still knee-high to a womprat— taking apart her blasters, scrubbing the scoring out of the chambers, realigning the focusing lenses and the like— the events of the next two decades of being on the run from the CIS and the Corellians, voyaging through the Unknown Regions and then becoming a Jedi Knight would only mould the boy's talent with his hands into a force all of it's own as he became a man. Becoming the irrefutable first stop his friends, family and even much of his clan go to when they need a really big gun, something to protect them from a really big gun and anything else in between.

"Tor-Torism"
A phrase coined by a certain diplomat— often accompanied by a little snort— to describe her Mandalorian companion's unique gift for ad-hoc diplomacy... which he barely even recognizes he actually possesses. Being surprisingly affable, plain-spoken and honest, especially for what amounts to a glorified bounty-hunter on the Council's payroll, Toryn has a singular talent for getting people to laugh and making fast friends of complete strangers, despite his reputation. Though he falls far, ludicrously short of knowing (or really caring) about all the nuances, subtleties and hyperdimensional brain-chess of actual diplomacy and is prone to the odd cultural faux-pas here and there; that one time he had a burrito before Solace dragged him to a tense meeting with a member of the Argent Council comes to mind, though to this day he swears the Arkanian planned it like that.

As an aside, it should be noted that the man is also quite blessed with that most sacred but oft forgotten about of Mandalorian virtues— Being good with kids.

Son of a Taung
Being raised by a legendary Taung General who made life particularly difficult for both the Old Republic and Jedi several thousand years ago has had it's subtle effects here and there on the man. Namely in his possession of a much sharper intellect than he ever really lets on in and an immense talent for strategy and tactics that only ever really bubbles up to the surface while on the job and fades back into obscurity the moment it's done.

The Basics

• Force Speed
• Force Jump
• Telekinesis (Force Push, Pull, etc...)
• Force Sense
  
  More Advanced
• Force Body
• Clear Mind
• Force Valor

Electric Judgement
Once considered a forbidden force power in the Old Jedi Order known by only a select few, in the years since The Shattering, Electric Judgement (occasionally refferred to as the 'Emerald Lightning') has become noticeably more prevalent among the more pragmatic sections of the various successor orders that spawned from the ashes of the old. And Toryn is clearly no exception, possessing an almost natural affinity for the ability and, through years of careful practice, making it his own— being able to not only project bolts of yellow lightning from his hands and fingers but being able to wreathe it around his own body and even his lightsaber for an extra edge in combat.

Form VI Variant: Ramikad Niman
Toryn's own, nigh-heretical take on the so-called 'Diplomat's Form', fomented by his decade of hard experiences in the Unknown Regions with the input of not only from his adoptive sister who first taught him the form, but his adoptive brother, a former Death Watch trooper and his adoptive father, a Taung General and then further honed by a decade in service to Mandalore. The end result? A versatile and incredibly lethal mixture of traditional saber combat, Mandalorian swordplay and opportunistic attacks with the force, blended together seamlessly through a lifetime of fighting and made all the more terrifying by Toryn's proclivity for Electric Judgement.

Other Lightsaber Forms

• Form VII: Vaapad
• Form III: Soresu

Krell's Revenge
A condition that most doctors viewed as an obscure medical anomaly during the Great Galactic Peace, 'Krell's Revenge', as it has come to be known in the decades since the end of the war and the Umbaran Campaign in particular, is a disorder resulting from repetitive instances of extreme physical trauma followed by excessive injection of medicinal bacta wherein the cells of the body begin to recognize and resist the reparative effects of the compound, dividing at a much slower rate than would be the norm under a bacta infusion.

Stretched over a whole lifetime, some degree of bacta-resistance is common in most sentients and is usually countered by administrating a more concentrated dose. Krell's Revenge, however, results when this cycle of trauma and repair takes place over a relatively short period of time, especially in adolescents. Limiting their options for serious medical care down to a medically-induced coma and long-term stay in a bacta tank, rare or obscure alternatives their bodies won't resist like kolto or, if they're lucky enough, force healing from a Jedi.

How Toryn came to have this condition, he'll never say.

But it does put his reluctance to be seen outside of his armour in a whole new light.

Nar Shaddaa— As the ward of a Tionese mercenary and her crew under the payroll of one Narkuul the Hutt, an information broker operating out of a bar in the moon's Red Light Sector. In retrospect... probably not the best place to raise a kid, but Daesha managed to pull it off just fine with no small amount of help from her merry band of misfits and even her big slug boss.

...Well for five years, anyway.

Then everything went tits-up.

Riven Ulteria Je’and

29

Human

Female

Yes-Grey

Riven stands at a semi-tall five foot, eleven inches tall with dark brown hair naturally, like her twin Talia. However, she has a penchant for dying her hair different colors and currently has it a deep purple shade. Her eyes are an almost iridescent blue, seeming to shine in the right lighting.

Often times she can be found in the sparring circles, honing her already impressive lightsaber skills, as her family has a history of dual wielding and double-bladed use, while wearing her armored robes. When socializing, she prefers a simple tunic and trousers along with a pair of soft leather boots, often with gold thread inlaid throughout the clothing. At formal gatherings, she prefers a deep red dress inlaid with silver designs and gold high heels.

Double-Bladed Lightsaber: An ornate lightsaber made from cortosis weave with gold inlay with twin silver blades.
T65B X-Wing Starfighter, modified: While standard T65B’s only came with Proton Torpedoes as a secondary weapon, this one has been modified with a single concussion missile tube for improved fighter to fighter capability.
Armored Jedi Robes: While most Jedi prefer the traditional brown robes of the Order and the Enclaves, Riven prefers an armored variant for the increased protection it gives without hindering her movement.

Djem So/Shien: With a focus on defensive dueling and blaster bolt deflection, Riven has become one of the more advanced practitioners of Form V in both its tenants.
Ataru: The acrobatic form pairs well with her weapon of choice and she uses that to her advantage. She’s mastered the Form’s skills and uses to such a degree many in the Enclaves have sought her out for instruction in the use of it.
Niman: Riven’s skill in Form VI is about on par with that of Form V, though her use of it is more of a variant designed for use with double-bladed lightsabers.

Standard Force Training: Riven, like all Je’ands and Jedi, is trained in a number of Force abilities ranging from the Force Push and Pull to Precognition and Reflexes. Has moderate skill in using the Force to influence the minds of those too weak willed to resist.
Tutaminis: Riven has received advanced training in Tutaminis, a school of Force abilities that handle energy absorption and dispersion.
Force Flame: Once considered a Lost Force ability, the Je’and family has used it for generations and can manifest it in a number of forms, ranging from a stream of flame to fireballs.

Generational Training: While she’s received a ton of what she calls supplemental training with the Enclaves since her family’s return to the fold, she still trusts in the training her mother and father gave her more. As a result, she’s more prone to what proper Jedi call “lapses in judgement.” In other words, she’s known to follow her heart instead of her head on occasion.

Questionable Lineage: Due to her ancestor Zar’kun’s status as a former Lord of the Sith, and the family’s history as Jedi and Mandalorian, there are those in the Enclaves’s membership and leadership who question their loyalty and trustworthiness. It often results in subpar mission intel and preparations.

To sum up Riven in a single word, she is passionate. She believes fiercely in the teachings of Jedi, but also that the Dark Side is a necessary evil, to maintain a balance. She’s quick to support her friends and family and just as quick to denounce her foes. While battle is not her first course of action, she is not a stranger to it by any means.

Dantooine-Grew up in the family Compound on an island off the mainland. Started her and finished her training there but spent a year training with the Enclaves at the request of the Enclaves leadership.

Riven’s story up to the events is similar to that of many Jedi from long lines of the Peace Keepers. Due to the family already being a part of the Jedi, her training began while she was young and was done at home. With the War happening, her parents simply didn’t want to risk her’s and her sister’s safety. They learned the basis of dueling, Force Powers, and even the influence of one’s emotions away from a proper academy setting, which would set the tone for the rest of their lives once they joined the Order properly.

When the pair were nine, with Riven showing strong affinity for the rare but dangerous double-bladed lightsaber and had just begun learning Ataru when word reached of the attack on Coruscant. Her father had been involved in the fighting on Umbra when the Separatists struck and their mother at home, watching the two girls spar with a quarterstaff and wooden sword during their instruction for the day when the holonet lit up with video of the battle raging over the capital planet of the Republic. Then began the bombardment of the city planet’s surface, and the events that would later become known as Knightfall. The Order lost an entire generation of Jedi to the attack, and the remainder of the knowledge within the Coruscant Temple’s archives.

With Coruscant’s fall, the Order and the Republic fled into exile while the Je’ands went into hiding in the family compound on Dantooine. And for a time, there was no word from the surviving members of the Council about what to do, leaving both Tarion and Revana worried. However, two years prior, they received word the Republic and Mandalore were now one and the same and so the Je’ands returned to the Jedi Enclaves. After a year of training under the Jedi Masters of the Enclaves to ensure they were true Jedi, Riven and Talia were allowed to become Jedi Knights. Riven embraced this path and, while she remains very firmly in the area of ‘grey Jedi’, she does her duties with purpose and is always willing to train new and upcoming apprentices and offer advice and guidance to Padawans who ask for it.

Talia Nerina Je’and

29

Human

Female

Yes- Grey

At five foot, eleven inches, she matches her sister’s height with her own brown hair. However, she prefers to keep it its natural shade of brown. Her eyes, in comparison to Riven’s iridescent blue, are an iridescent green. She’s also more prone to be a touch less concerned with what most others consider modest clothing and has no qualms showing off both leg and midriff if it means she can move more freely, though her robes are all armored.

However, for more formal attire, she prefers a shorter cut cyan colored dress with matching heels, which is inlaid with silver patterns up the sides. Casual encounters usually see her in either her robes or sweats, as she finds traditional Jedi robes too hindering.

Standard Lightsaber and Shoto Saber:Ornate lightsabers made of beskar with a gold inlay with bronze blades.
T65B X-Wing Starfighter, modified: The cannons are overcharged for better impact and rate of fire at the exchange of the usual mobility of an X-Wing fighter being reduced.
Custom Robes: Robes specially designed with Talia’s movement preferences in mind, her midriff is exposed so as to reduce the amount of loose cloth around it and prevent potential movement restrictions. They’re also armored up to provide better protection.

Niman: While her twin’s skill in Form VI is considered moderate at best, Talia is a master of it, the form allowing her attacks and defensive moves with her twin blades to blend seemlessly.
Shien/Djem So: Not as advanced in Form V as she is in Form VI, Talia is still a highly capable duelist and more than capable of handling heavy barrages of blaster fire when needed.

Standard Force Training: Talia, like all Je’ands and Jedi, is trained in a number of Force abilities ranging from the Force Push and Pull to Precognition and Reflexes. Her skill in mentally influencing others with the Force is much stronger than her sister’s.
Battle Meditation: This is a recent discovery for the young Je’and and Talia is the first in the family to manifest such an ability. She has very little mastery of it, and spends extensive time with Jedi Knights and Masters with experience and knowledge with it.
Force Flame: Once considered a Lost Force ability, the Je’and family has used it for generations and can manifest it in a number of forms, ranging from a stream of flame to fireballs.

Generational Training: While she’s received a ton of what she calls supplemental training with the Enclaves since her family’s return to the fold, she still trusts in the training her mother and father gave her more. As a result, she’s more prone to what proper Jedi call “lapses in judgement.” In other words, she’s known to follow her heart instead of her head on occasion.

Questionable Lineage: Due to her ancestor Zar’kun’s status as a former Lord of the Sith, and the family’s history as Jedi and Mandalorian, there are those in the Enclaves’s membership and leadership who question their loyalty and trustworthiness. It often results in subpar mission intel and preparations.

Mandalorian Interest: Though raised to be Jedi like her father and mother, Talia can’t help but be incredibly curious about the family’s heritage as members of the Mandalorian Clan Ordo. This has been known to keep her from important training and briefings, as well as distracting her from various tasks of varying importance.

If Riven is passionate, then Talia is giddy and full of energy and life. She’s prone to get intensely focused on subjects that catch her interest, most recently being her family’s history with Clan Ordo. All that said, she’s also loyal and holds her family in a special place in her heart and will do everything she can to protect them.

Dantooine-Grew up in the family Compound on an island off the mainland. Started her and finished her training there but spent a year training with the Enclaves at the request of the Enclaves leadership.

Talia’s story leading up to the events of Knightfall is similar to that of many Jedi from long lines of the Peace Keepers, though hers is tinged with much more curiousity. Due to the family already being a part of the Jedi, her training began while she was young and was done at home for its entirety. With the Clone Wars happening, her parents simply didn’t want to risk her’s and her sister’s safety by sending them to the Temple on Coruscant. They learned the basis of dueling, Force Powers, and even the influence of one’s emotions away from a proper academy setting, which would set the tone for the rest of their lives once they joined the Order properly.

When the pair were nine, Talia showed great skill in handling twin weapons, a standard training blade in one hand and a shorter one in the other, when word reached of the attack on Coruscant. Her father had been involved in the fighting on Umbra when the Separatists struck and their mother at home, watching the two girls spar with a quarterstaff and wooden sword during their instruction for the day when the holonet lit up with video of the battle raging over the capital planet of the Republic. Then began the bombardment of the city planet’s surface, and the events that would later become known as Knightfall.

With Coruscant’s fall, the Order and the Republic fled into exile while the Je’ands went into hiding in the family compound on Dantooine. And for a time, there was no word from the surviving members of the Council about what to do, leaving both Tarion and Revana worried. However, two years prior, they received word the Republic and Mandalore were now one and the same and so the Je’ands returned to the Jedi Enclaves. After a year of training under the Jedi Masters of the Enclaves to ensure they were true Jedi, Talia and Riven were allowed to become Jedi Knights. Talia, much like her twin, falls under the category of a ‘Grey Jedi’, but her interest in staying true to the path of the Jedi is tenuous at best. A Historian of sorts from Clan Ordo had approached the family shortly after their arrival upon Mandalore to discuss their history with the Clan and since then, all Talia can do is focus on learning about that piece of family history and possibly reforging that bond.