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 Name:  Selene (Secretly Queen Sela ir-Ramalla Vitaal VII)
 Species:  Human	
 Homeworld:  Unknown (Secretly Charmath)
 Age:  25
 Gender:  Female
 Rank:  None
 Master:  Self taught
 Former master(s):  Spirits and holocrons and little else
 Apprentice(s):  N/A

 Equipment: 

Self-made lightsaber, purple bladed. 
Wayfarer-class Medium Transport, heavily modified.
-	Miy’til Starfighter within, Modified.
-	Several speeder bikes within.
-	Maintenance, Protocol, and Repair Droids within. 
Dark Jedi robes and mask. Various weaponry and personal equipment.

 History: 

The royal house of Charmath, descending from a suspected ancient Je'daii, has had a rough number of decades. Beginning with the tragic death of the ruling couple, their two daughters were subsequently, at best, used as pawns for much of their childhood, and at worst victims of kidnapping, and the heiress tortured before her tenth birthday. That both lived is a miracle, that they grew up to become functional royals and the people that they did is nothing short of shocking to many observers. 

The younger sister is as beautiful as she is charming, married to a leading academic popular with much of the residential population, having a family that many Charmath natives are proud of and openly support. The elder, the ruling monarch of the planet, hides behind the bright popularity of the younger. While she has been seen at various ceremonies throughout the years, it’s increasingly rare. There are stories of her escape into academia, that she is as brilliant as she is reclusive, that for all the polish of the Princess, the Queen is equally rough around the edges. 

During the reign of the Empire, none of this mattered, as the Princess was famous for walking a political balance between the Empire and the highest quality of life she could provide her own people—helped greatly by a series of ‘lucky’ investments in both political figures and business opportunities. In reality, the job of the Princess was even more impressive considering the Queen lived an active double, secret, life as a smuggling collector of rare artifacts, skulking around the Galaxy in search of secrets and artifacts of Force users from the past. This is no accident, as in truth the Queen is a Force user aligned with the Dark side.

The Queen is the mind behind the incredible run of investments by the Charmath royal family, though precious few know it, focusing on investments in starship and weapons manufacturing. As a Force user the Queen isn’t entirely self-taught: the spirit of the founder of their royal house still haunts deep under the surface of the ancient Charmath winter palace, and in her journeys, she has found several more teachings in the form of various Sith spirits and holocrons, both Jedi and Sith. Combining those teachings with a once-in-many-generations level of natural talent at the Force has produced Selene; an independent Dark Force user that has dispatched Inquisitors and New Republic marshals, alike, as well as anyone else who has been unlucky enough to find themselves in her path. 

Most recently she kicked up a lot of noise in Hutt space, unleashing twisted, dark creatures of astounding scale in order to escape the criminals and their hunters.  Yet as her face has never been seen, and no one has made the connection between Selene, the mysterious dealer of ancient things, and the Dark Force user…the Queen has once again seemed to escape any long-term consequences for her single-minded pursuit of more knowledge, and with it, more power. 

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 Name:  T1-S1-US
 Species:  Droid	
 Homeworld:  Kuat 
 Age:  20 Years since last comprehensive Memory Wipe, some memories and parts are older, far older
 Gender:  N/A

 Equipment: 

Spare Batteries
Extra Parts 
Internal Tools 

 History:  
 The titanic industry of Kuat Drive Yards would be impossible without it's mechanical labor force. In the far reaches of the outer rings, any human supervision is a rare sight, and it spans distances that would take more than a human lifespan of walking to cross. Among the countless droids toiling away was T1-S1, a variation of the T1 Bulk Loader droid, outfited with the "Universal Service" package. To better function, the droids are capable of automated maintenance, whenever one is in need of repair or memory wiping, its colleagues were up to the task. Making the process even more streamlined, parts were often sourced from other droids that were too damaged to be repaired, making all but the newest droids an amalgalm bits and pieces of the predecessors. As such, it's difficult to determine when one begins or ends, but for T1S1-US, a distinct identity began emerging when it's damaged processors were replaced with the sophisticated AA-1 VerboBrain sourced from a broken supervisory robot. This gave it a curiousity and personality never meant for such a simple labor droid, and it filled it's days of labor with downloading and browsing information about the wider galaxy.

 Soon T1S1-US' curiousity about the world could no longer be constrained to the shipyards of Kuat. It wanted to learn so much, about the planets of the galaxy, about organic life, about it's own identity and above all about that mysterious power it would never experience, the force. T1S1-US stowed away on a completed ship and left Kuat once and for all, it's absence unnoticed among the droids that were so numerous no one even bothered to inventory them. After leaving Kuat, T1S1 has been able to eke out an existance doing repair work, using it's extensive toolset and detailed ship knowledge to take on repair jobs. When dealing with others, it's quiet but inquisitive, dislikes disputes and always shies away from violence. Being willing to ride in the cargo compartment, quite handy at self-repair, and needing no sustenance other than battery recharges has made it easy to see much of the galaxy. It's no closer to answering any of the grand questions about existance that it loves to ponder, but it is on no one's timeline to do so.

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Coppery red hair is the first thing you notice about Jaslyn, that and her height. Coppery red, thick and wavy to the middle of her back. She pulls it up or braids it most of the time save for her Padawan braid. She is five feet ten inches or 177.8 centimeters. She has a complexion that is most often described as creamy, or pale. She has light gray eyes that change slightly depending on what mood she is in. Her teeth are even and white. Her lips are a neat cupids bow a few shades pinker than her skin tone.
She is of an average fit figure, toned lean muscle, and at 25 could not be mistaken for a boy as she used to before puberty. She is quite apparently female with an hourglass shape.


Name: Jaslyn Dayne
Species: Human
Homeworld: Susevfi
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Rank: None
Master:  Thracia Cho Leem from the age of 12 to current [4 BBY - 9 ABY].
Former master(s): Saarai-kaar from birth to the age of 12 [16 BBY - 4 BBY].
Apprentice(s):  N/A

Equipment: 

Self-made lightsabers, pale golden yellow bladed that attach together for a double bladed saber staff.
Cortosis covered armor.
Street clothes.
Informal Robes.
Formal Robes.


History:

Jaslyn was born 16 BBY on Susevfi, also known as Suarbi 7/5, a moon of Suarbi 7. Jaslyn was born to the Saarai-kaar of the Jensaarai. The Saarai-kaar, Liana Dayne, her mother assumed the leadership of the Jensaarai when her husband and Tyris were killed by the Jedi Nejaa Halcyon and Ylenic It'kla in 22 BBY. Nikkos Tyris was a male Anzati who had served the Jedi Order and the Galactic Republic as a Jedi Knight during the final decades of the Republic Classic era. Tyris fell to the dark side of the Force and became one of the founders of the Jensaarai. He was one of Count Dooku's allies during the Clone Wars, and was killed by Nejaa Halcyon during the conflict. Liana developed a hatred of the Jedi, whom she believed were responsible for murdering her husband and Master (unaware that Tyris was a Dark Acolyte of Count Dooku). She assumed the leadership of the Jensaarai and kept them hidden from the Galactic Empire on Susevfi. 

However, Jaslyn's older brother approached Darth Vader, offering to become a Jedi hunter. Vader killed him on sight, and the Saarai-kaar further hid her people. Liana's problems with her children didn't end there as Jaslyn was a curious child and was constantly disappearing for hours on end. One such disappearance would lead to her meeting her current Master Thracia Cho Leem. Much like Darth Vader had sense in her older brother Master Thracia sensed in the girl the light, unlike Darth Vader, Master Thracia would form a Master - Padawan bond with the precocious girl. 

Master Thracia would describe Jaslyn as having a large personality. She is opinionated, willful, justice driven, trusting and stubborn. Quite frequently she pushes the line of debating and arguing. She means well just wants to know the full extent of a subject. She strives to work against her inherently passionate and opinionated stance and has come along way. She believes that violence should be a last resort, and that there is good and bad in everyone. She is stubborn, willful, naive, trusting, and sheltered. She believes that everyone deserves a chance and that redemption is always possible. 

Master Thracia spent months, almost a full rotation, on Susevfi earning Jaslyn's trust and finally was rewarded with the girl showing up at her place fully packed. All the explanation that Master Thracia got was "I'm ready now to go." Jaslyn was very close lipped about her family situation. In truth her mother's hatred was obvious to the girl being a natural Force Empath and seeing how it effected her other brother decided that she was better off with Master Thracia. She did not want to be used as a tool for revenge.

Jaslyn's forms are Soresu, Form III The Way of The Mynock. Ataru, Form IV The Way of the Hawk Bat. As well as   Juyo, Form VII The Way of the Vornskr, or the Ferocity Form. She has personalized them so that she could use a saber staff and dual wielding in all forms. Modifications to Form I, III, IV and VII include the inclusion of Jar’Kai. She prefer using Sun Djem as a disarming attack versus a killing blow. She is proficient in Sokan and is working on Telekinetic Lightsaber Combat. Juyo is not a form that Master Thracia excluded her from due to Mace Windu also being familiar with it and as Master Thracia is well acquainted with Master Windu she saw no harm in it and Jaslyn is excellent in it.

Jaslyn shows great promise in the Force and in particular Force Empathy, Tutaminis, Telepathy and Telekinesis she excels beyond in these areas. She is equal to what would have been considered a Jedi Knight at the height of the Order. Master Thracia has told her she is ready to make it on her own and has sent her to Yavin 4 to see what the young woman found of importance.

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Mor'gann 'Mor' Arnhar

| {Full Name} |
Mor'gann Arnhar

| {Age} |
19

| {Species} |
Human

| {Gender} |
Female

| {Force Sensitive/Alignment} |
Yes - Grey

| {Appearance} |
The first word to come to mind when one is looking at Mor’ would be the worn and dated clothing that speaks of a far more barbaric nature that does not fit with an age of space. Wearing a soft shirt of some cloth under a hardened leather tunic-vest, the latter of dark maalraas leather. One shoulder would be adorned with a pauldron made from the hardened spine of a zakkeg and her forearms would be armored with battered and chipped plasteel. With soft leather breeches layered over with hardened sections and hard leather boots that lace up her legs, all under a cloak of drexl leather.

Not cutting the most imposing figure, Mor stands at five feet and seven inches and is lean from a life of little food and more work that would be reasonable. Scarred from various fights and hunts, the most notable is scar pulling down one corner of her lips into a slight grimace. Her yellow eyes, hinting at her blood not being purely human, are shocking when ringed with the dark paint she circles them with and her chin-length black hair. Her nose looks like it has been broken before and healed into something resembling a beak.

| {Equipment and Personal Belongings} |
Soft leather breeches, a tunic-vest of maalraas leather looking several years old and patched, leather boots, scarred and chipped plasteel bracers, hardened leather vest, a zakkeg plate for a shoulder pauldron, a cloak of drexl skin, unstable and old lightsaber (red) and an old albeit well cared for blaster. She also has several knives upon her person. Two for skinning, one for the butchering of meat, and another for fighting.

In a pack, she carries a small pot, and several tokens from creatures she's killed. Fangs from Maalraas, Drexls, and Bomas to name some. Several hides from the creatures of Dxun to use as barter. A basic kit to set up a camp and a first aid kit made up of a variety of the herbs used on Dxun.

| {Physical Abilities} |
Naturally agile and dexterous, Mor took up moving unnoticed and silently due to her situation as an outcast. She has a very keen eye for detail and picking up on situations with a sharp ear. While quick on her feet, she can't always avoid taking damage and has learned how to endure the pain of it. She can go a bit longer than others with less food, but it does take just as much a toll as food was something scarce in her youth. She is very quick to pick up on things and is often doing something with her hands. Trained as a Shaman by her mentor, Mor'gann's memory and perception are sharp as the lessons are taught orally down thru the clan.

| {Force Abilities} |
Running a bit faster than normal and force jumping when running away from something. Being a bit more aware of her surroundings while looking out for danger. Blending a bit more with shadows when slipping through very tense areas where being seen would be VERY bad.

| {Limitations} |
Until a short time ago, Mor is very limited in what she knows of life off of Dxun. Technology is something very odd to her. Incurring her ability to fly a ship being very rough. She speaks a combination of Old Mandella, High Galactic, Ancient Sith melded into an odd dialect. Though she does understand enough in the basic language to get her point across herself, though she cannot read it at all. She can't lift anything heavy as she isn't strong, nor does she have the staying power to take a hit and stay standing. She's not to sort who can go toe to toe with a trained fighter and win without using her preferred method of ambushes or hitting a weakened spot constantly. And she certainly cannot take on a group of opponents.

| {Personality} |
She doesn’t often speak and with good reason for what had she to say that people would listen to, especially a coward like her? Still her thirst for knowledge is insatiable and her desire for it is nearly boundless. A loner among the clans of her tribe on Dxun, Mor watched and listened rather than embroil herself into the games of politics of the village. Hardened at the fact of taking a life, Mor has little quarelm if it comes to such an act, though she will spare someone just as often as kill them. If her tribe was not so relentless about stamping out weakness. A fact that later made her leery of accepting aid from others, and more often seeking ways to even out the supposed ‘debt’. An odd fact as she was prone to giving favors to the weak or small in the village and asking for nothing in return. In her eyes, it was pointless to make things harder on them and if she built some good will, then all the better. Not that good will was built.

If one were to get to know her, Mor would be snide and snarky individual. With a penchant for dry humor and pessimism. She has a very firm ‘no’ which she will use repeatedly and can really dig in her heels on a matter. Prone to flights of panic and nerves when confronted with what she would consider a ‘hopeless’ situation, unusual as she is usually considering the possibility of her death.

| {Place of Origin} |
Dxun. A backwater moon circling the planet Onderon, where death is a constant threat. The civilization that Mor'ann comes from dwelt in the village that dwelt near the Tomb of Freedon Naad, a place where power and strength were one and the same. The village was a simple thing with small fields surrounding various huts for storage and the clans of the village. The middle most ring being those of the children cast out of their clan houses to train with others of their age to become hunters in their time. Mor’s mother was a self-serving woman. Jealous and greedy in her pursuit for the best that could be offered no matter the means. It was this that led her to her death shortly after Mor had been given over at six to live within a children's huts.

The resources on Dxun are limited to the many creatures and what could be gathered and quickly. The many past battles and struggle to build places on Dxun left the hostile planet with a scattering of the remains. From old mandalorian armors and weapons to the remains sealed away in the temple. While the village seldom interacted with outsiders they did get the occasional trader looking to buy low and sell high, gaining the skins of various creatures and the odd relic from the temple of Freedon Naad. The farming and making of the clothing and tools the village needed were left to those too young, old, or feeble who did not have what it took to hunt for themselves. Those on the bottom of the social order. The exception to this and holding the middle ground between the weak and strong were the shamans. The hunters were physical fighters and were reluctant and distrustful about anything they themselves could not fight. Such as a possessed and haunted temple. A rumor passed down from generation to generation and kept alive by the odd strange sighting within the beskar temple. Thus the shamans were kept fed and cared for by their apprentices and those hunters who had excess.

| {Background} |
Born to Tau’ra of the Arnhar Clan and one of her many tryst, Mor'gann's mother didn't pay much attention to the daughter once she was six years of age. It was a common practice among those who were strong enough to hunt to leave their offspring with groups of others about the same age. They would learn from the elders who had achieved a great deal in the prime of their years ruthlessly taught the younger generations the basics of the skills they would need later in life. These groups were given housing in the barracks built for their use if their families didn't keep room for them in their clan hall. This caused new clans to form of youths that grew up together rather than returning to the halls of their ancestors. Mor in her youth was small and slight, a trait that brought the mockery of the other children who were larger and stronger than her. She learned quickly how to avoid detection and left the barracks she had been groups in shortly after being placed in there. There were several other children who shared the same mindset as her, and most left their lessons to eek out an existence farming the land for what little it could give. The choices were that or to die off. A sad but brutal truth. Weakness was not an acceptable trait on Dxun.

Mor stuck through the lessons however, learning how to hunt the less dangerous beasts and how to avoid other children who would seek her out for trouble. Often trouble was often pinned on Mor as well, no matter whether or not she was actually involved in it. For four years she fought ruthless and dirty for everything. Drawing more dislike from her peers for her methods which were deemed cowardly. Mor would lead away a tormentor or two and then systematically trick them up and beat them or lead them into trouble where the same thing would happen. It was in the small girl’s best interest to avoid out right fights though she was being trained in them. For her engage in one would turn a mob against her as their barrack would join.

When she was ten though, things changed dramatically. One of the shamans of the clan had taken an apprentice but the young fool had died due to fighting a pack of Maalraas and losing. Noted for her Sensitive to the energies of the Temple, Mor was picked from a line-up along with another boy about her age who was not so attuned. The elders of the village were eager of this chance to get rid of a ‘coward’. So it was decided that the two would fight, and so they did. It was a close match and Mor put the boy down hard. Leaving him alive as an act of mercy, which was not acceptable. The boy was shamed and in his anger gave Mor the scar that marred her face into a grimace. He would have killed her, but Mor was far faster and crushed his throat with her staff. Leaving him gasping on the ground as death claimed him. Mor’gann learned the hardest lesson of her young life then. She could not afford mercy in a fight, and so she began her training to be a Shaman. 

Something that hovered between a student and a servant to the old man. Hunting and helping him in his care of the temple to keep the spirit that dwelled there at bay. Mor spent long hours honing her skills fighting with the staff and vibro blades the clan kept. The enemies of her youth still tried to corner her and with far less success. Being a Shaman’s offered some protection what it did not, her own far more ruthless nature did. Now instead of merely leading astray a few to leave them with broken bones rather than bruises. Some never returned, and no fingers could be pointed at Mor as there were other rivalry or causes. Especially when the hunters would find the missing person with wounds from a zakkeg or maalraas, a far more likely cause. In truth, Mor led them away and left them wounded. Their death was not a direct result but she did have a hand in it.

The elders however were growing more suspicious, especially when treasured prizes were going missing though she was not involved with this (except for the pauldron of a zakkeg). Suspecting her days were number, a fact furthered by the illness that had befallen the Shaman she studied under. Mor gave her mentor, a decent man if harsh, a more worthy death than the disease. Slitting his throat to make his passing far faster. She had no desire to remain on Dxun and to serve the village as a shaman. There were other places and options for where else did the trades that sometimes descend upon the ruins come from? Thus she found herself looking for more artifacts to help guide her through the galaxy.

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 Name:  Kyn Kennatus 
 Species:  Human	
 Homeworld:  Parada
 Age:  50
 Gender:  Male
 Rank:  Sergeant (at time of discharge)
 Master:  Not Force Sensitive

 Equipment: 

Mark 1 Katarn Class Armor, cobbled together from a few different suits, none in pristine condition. Bacta injection and shields are both broken.
Relby-v10 micro grenade launcher
Verpine shatter gun pistol
Vibro-Knife

Espo grenade mortar (Not carried with him at all times)
Various explosives

Survival Gear
Medkit
 History: 

Kyn grew up on Parada, an agricultural world where not much happened. His family were hard-working farmers who had built their crop of land into the envy of the rest of the town, well-respected and pillars of the community. As was custom, he joined the local militia for a tour of duty, a family tradition expected of the eldest child before they could take over operations on the farm. The Clone Wars broke out early into Kyn’s service, and he was deployed to planets far away from home. The bulk of his service took place on Atraken, home of one of the longest and bloodiest sieges of the whole war. For months his unit was at the front lines, never breaking through, holding their position but without any allied reserves to allow them to withdraw. Supplies were meager and infrequent, but by some miracle they endured. When they were finally able to break out it was due to Jedi volunteering for a suicide mission, none of them made it back, but Kyn and all of the survivors of his unit always knew they owed their lives to the Jedi.

The conclusion of the war came shortly afterwards. When Order 66 came around and his unit was supposed to aid the clone troopers, a short search confirmed that all of the Jedi that had been with them on Atraken had indeed been killed in the fighting beforehand. Kyn demobilized and returned home to Parada, finding the planet far different than it had been before. The sector’s senators had opposed a number of Palpatine’s measures to consolidate control, as retaliation for that and out of a desire to reward loyalists, massive portions of the planets land were seized and given to TaggeCo, and others connected to the seat of power. The Kennatus family land was gone, and Kyn found his only option was to work on a corporate owned plot of land and keep piling up debt. Not all was for the worst, the town’s community remained tight-knit, and he even married his high school sweetheart, Arisa. Together they built a humble life, raising kids and scraping by on the farm.

After the war, rumors began to spread about a mysterious man living the woods, someone possessing wondrous powers. It created fear, but in every encounter the man was kind and timid, not menacing. Still unsettled by it, Kyn set out to track him down and almost succeeded until his wife begged him to stop. She explained that this man was a Jedi, her brother who had gone away as a child for training and now seeking to hide from the great purge. Kyn agreed to keep the secret and aided in helping him hide. Over time, Arisa’s brother became known as a semi-mythical protector, watching over the town from the shadows, beloved by all the residents and always vanishing whenever any imperial forces looked for him. 

The later years were hard for the planet of Parada. Economic demands meant that precious little of the food grown could be kept to feed themselves, and when they pushed back the empire confiscated the grain by force. One bad year for crops and famine gripped then entire planet, starvation killed entire families. Kyn did his best to provide but saw the supply dwindle to nothing, and he had no way to procure any more, no money, no one willing to lend him, nothing he could barter. He thought and he thought and then he decided on a course of action, telling no one. Kyn told his family he was setting off on a hunting trip, and that was true in a sense. It was difficult and relied on the trust he had built up with Arisa’s brother, but he succeeded in setting an ambush and claiming a substantial reward from the Empire for his service. When he returned home with the money, they were elated, not only did they have enough for food, they could even contemplate moving off world and starting fresh again, away from the demands of serfdom. That joy did not last as Kyn refused to answer details about where the money came from, “inheritance” and “calling in favors” did not satisfy their questions. He never learned how Arisa figured it out, but he will never forget how everything changed afterwards. His beloved wife, his kids now saw him as something completely different, they didn’t even want to talk to him after what he had done. It never got better. Word spread around the town also, and Kyn was the pariah, the man who had slayed the town’s protector. When Arisa and the kids left him all he could say was that he did it because he loved them; it was true, but it was also the only thing he could say that wouldn’t make it sting even worse.
It has been eight years since that day. Kyn has turned to traveling the stars as a mercenary, he knows no permanent home, no permanent kinship, and serves any cause only as long as they can pay him. He hates fighting and any attempt to romanticize it, but he has never found anything else that he feels like he can do well. In the good times, when he has earned enough to relax between jobs, he can drown some of his feelings away at the bar, when he is low, when he is ready to march to the front again, he wonders if he was ever going to fit into a normal life. As a mercenary, he’s agreeable and has some scruples, not a paragon of morality but there are classes of jobs that are too nasty for him to do, and when fighting he is known for pragmatism and improvisation, trusting on his wits to keep him alive as his body ages.




 Name:  Raskta Eto
 Species:  Human	
 Homeworld:  Eshan
 Age:  34
 Gender:  Male
 Rank:  No formal rank 
 Master:  No formal master, trained by Imperial Royal Guard

 Equipment: 

Royal Guard Armor

Force Pike
Heavy Blaster Pistol
T-21 light repeating blaster
Vibroknife

Lambda Class Shuttle
 History: 

Born on Eshan to a large family, Raskta struggled for attention from the very start. Echani society as a whole was in turmoil when she was growing up, the end of The Clone Wars and consolidation of the Empire’s forces reduced the demand for Echani fighting expertise. Two forces emerged to fill the void that family and society could not: martial arts, and the ideology of the Empire’s New Order. Raskta cultivated her competitive streak and threw herself into training until she was winning competitions, no easy feat on a world as dedicated to combat as Eshan. At school and elsewhere she was a dedicated member of the junior division of the Commission for the Preservation of the New Order, happily consuming imperial propaganda, promoting imperial values, and monitoring others for ideological conformity. It gave a sense of peace to the young girl, made it all seem so understandable. 

When she was of age, she applied for the Imperial Academy on Carida and was accepted into the Stormtrooper Corps. While there she was there, she displayed an intense focus and serious nature. In training she specialized in counterinsurgency and was enrolled into the Storm Commandos and saw action almost immediately upon graduation. With the fires of rebellion burning across the galaxy, there was no shortage of work for Raskta and her fellow commandos. Seeing the violence of suppressing rebels firsthand certainly raised some questions in her, but even the shock of seeing the aftermath of a Base Delta Zero could be overcome when the constant demands of battle suppressed her time to contemplate.

When she heard that she was selected for the Royal Guard she was unaware that she was even under consideration, but she dared not say no. Her Echani training paid off, that little experience gave her a slight edge in the face of the extreme demands. Training was even more brutal than her days at the Academy and even the smallest senses of personal identity were beaten out of her, but the Royal Guard gave her something that she would forever be grateful for: purpose. Though devoted to the values of the Empire, laws, principles, and institutions all seemed to be abstract for Raskta, not real enough to banish all doubts, but in this training, there was one and only one focus for all loyalty: Palpatine himself. He became the symbol of her life’s meaning, and though she would never see him until the final day of training, when she struck down another one of her fellow candidates in the arena as he watched silently, the image in her mind was enough.  When she learned the truth about the Sith and the powers of the dark side, she was fascinated, before she had hardly ever contemplated the force, now it intrigued her. Raskta didn’t have much of a desire for power or to study the techniques without permission, but belief in it dovetailed with her faith in Palpatine, and she came to believe that the Force itself had predestined her to follow this path, to be a cog in the machine of Palpatine’s great work.

Once she had graduated to a full member, Raskta was assigned to one of the proactive units, tasked with hunting down potential threats and neutralizing them. They worked in small units, often far away from Coruscant, more isolated than those trusted with direct security. In all likelihood, this assignment is what saved her life, so many of her fellow Guards died with Palpatine at the Battle of Endor. When she heard the news her world shattered, if she hadn’t been traveling through deep space, she probably would’ve thrown herself into a suicidal mission against the rebellion that very day. After time to calm down, Raskta contemplated her options and found none of them satisfactory. Fleeing and hiding would only demonstrate cowardice and delay the inevitable, none of the various pretenders to throne could hope to honor the legacy of Palpatine, and attempting to defect to the other side would betray all that she had stood for. In the end, she chose to use the skills she had as an assassin, one with discernment and unwilling to take jobs unless she felt that the force had called her on this. She is emotionally detached and still searching for a path in life, being unable to let go of her previous life completely.

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 Name:  Airus Vel Aath
 Species:  Miraluka	
 Homeworld:  Coruscant
 Age:  47 (Appears younger due to the force)
 Gender:  Male
 Rank:  Jedi Knight
 Master: Ancestral Holocron
 Former master:  Formerly, Cin Dralig
 Apprentices:  Kanis Vel Aath, Condari Vel Aath, and Kami Vel Aath

 Equipment: Beskar Staff with hidden compartment which holds lightsabers, A refit Hammerhead Cruiser The Blind Luck, with large personal data stacks and a personal training dojo with high end holographic simulation droid, and a small but well stocked bar next to the kitchen. Airus keeps several datapads filled with information on Jedi ruins, temples, Sith temples, and other force orders to investigate. His two Astromech's, Sparks and Goldie. Two light sabers one in yellow and one in white, designed by Varina Vel Aath and given to her brother as gifts. Cin Drallig's training Holocron, the temple battle master and finest saber teacher the Order has had in recent memory. Jocasta Nu's Holocron the Chief librarian's holocron, Vel Aath family heirloom Holocron of Master Acertya Brayle. The memory crystals for Holocrons are stored within his belt. Jedi equipment belt. Stored and hidden, 

 History: Airus originally served the Jedi Order as a Padawan and then Knight. Until the end of the Clone Wars, he served ties with the Order and decided to live among Mandalorians he had been staying with on their colonies. Spending his years there, he would marry while quietly continuing to research and learn. Life was peaceful until the Mandalorians would attempt to escape the boot of the Empire, his wife would fall in the fighting. Her loss would see him choose to return to battle, joining the rebellion seeing the war through until victory at Endor. It was during this time he would reconnect with his lost sister.

Since then Airus has begun to apprentice two of his sons while learning the secrets of the ancient Jedi, choosing not to return to the new Order he does assist Master Skywalker where ever he can. Yet distances himself from the other Jedi and the New Republic, warry of those who have already taken his love and now my take his children. His daughter remains with Grandparent but both his boys have joined him in the field, recent trips to Dathomir have cause him to keep the pair far from the local witches, which he already must fend off advances from. Now with the discovery on Yavin-4 by Coruscant University researchers Airus has been asked to act as the official Jedi researcher and expert on site. He only hopes he might keep his two trouble makers contained.



 Name: Knight Varina Vel Aath
 Species:  Zeltron	
 Homeworld:  Coruscant
 Age:  47 (Appears younger due to the force)
 Gender:  Female
 Rank:  Jedi Knight
 Master: Ancestral Holocron
 Former master:  Formerly, Felanil Baaks
 Apprentices: Kri'sa Vel Aath, Codari Vel Aath, and Kami Vel Aath

 Equipment: Double bladed lightsaber with an cerulean blue, personal tool craft tools, paints, assorted box of lightsabers parts and crystal forge.

 History: Surviving the Jedi purge due to being off world aiding in diplomatic talks Varina hid for years among the high societies of the Inner Rim and Core Worlds as reclusive artists in secret taking on talented force users and teaching them what she could under the guise of an art teacher. Eventually as the Empire's grip began to weaken Varina supported and networked other rebel agents with Force users and sympathizers her connections had helped her meet. Helping bring the rebellion to the Empire's core, it was during the end years of this she discovered her brother whom she had thought was lost to her was now back fighting for the Alliance.

Varina packed up her things and joined her brother instantly, she would assist her brother in traveling the galaxy studying and finding trouble it was her constant pestering that had his sons eventually brought onboard to begin training under the pair. While Airus can be quite the diligent task master for training Varina embraces the esoteric and the unknown. Also usually encourages the kids to explore and learn about the force with her to give guidance where needed.




Name: Codari Vel Aath Ordo
 Species:  Miraluka (Mandalorian)	
 Homeworld:  Ordo
 Age:  20 
 Gender:  Male
 Rank:  Jedi Padawan
 Master: Airus Vel Aath, Varina Vel Aath
 Former master: N/A
 Apprentices: N/A

 Equipment: Blaster pistol, splicing tools, Lightsaber orange blade, datapad, beskar breast plate and helm, several musical instruments, and portable speaker system. Beskar shield.

 History: The younger of Airus's two sons the curious and excitable young Miraluka has inherited his father's gentle nature and optimism from his youth. Codari has trained to see the world how his father once did... But more than he embraced the ideas of the past and believes in them... With a few modern twists. An avid musician and dancer he inherited his father's near limitless grace and poise in battle though with his mother's penchant for finding trouble he has needed it.

Unlike his older brother he does not believe his father was in the wrong for not fighting the Empire sooner nor does he hold the grudge against the Empire. He does however believe in the destruction of Bogan for the safety of the galaxy and wonders why his father does not pursue or openly join the new order.


Name: Kanis Vel Aath
 Species:  Human (Mandalorian)	
 Homeworld:  Ordo
 Age:  25 
 Gender:  Male
 Rank:  Jedi Padawan
 Master: Airus Vel Aath, Varina Vel Aath
 Former master: N/A
 Apprentices: N/A

 Equipment: Wooden staff, datapads, lightsaber green blade, full beskar armor, mandalorian gauntlets, heavy repeating blaster, thermal detonators, and a jetpack.

 History: Kanis and Airus have not gotten along since his mother fell during the Mandalorian rebellion the pair have argued, fought, and bickered always coming back to Kanis's belief that Airus made the clan weak by not fighting with them. That Jedi were the greatest warriors in the galaxy and could have turned the tide against the Imperial occupation. He does not see that if Airus had revealed himself it would have brought more danger and doom to their doorstep.

Taking more after his mother, Kanis proficiency with blasters is above either of his other siblings, however as his father's most capable student he has found himself facing off against him time and time again with little more than a staff. The pair while they argue are near inseparable both fearing the loss of one another worse than the shared animosity between them.

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