Character List
Name: Aria Blair
Race: Human
Age: 17 (at the time we begin)
Sex: Female
Jedi Rank: Padawan/Knight/Master
Lightsaber Type: Single bladed lightsaber, purple crystal.
Theme Song:
Appearance: Aria does not stand at an imposing height, but there’s always a presence about her wherever she is. Her uniquely violet eyes always appear thoughtful and meditative; ‘piercing’ as Master Zhar Lestin frequently comments when raving about his student. Shoulder length raven colored hair, a thin yet toned frame as she has taken to routine exercise.
If you need an image, here are two. Just think a bit shorter hair.
I prefer the darker tone of colors myself, sets the ‘Revan’ mystique I’m going for lol.
Background: Parents: unknown. Home world: unknown. Aria was left with the council on Dantooine with little information. No explanations, no questions asked, someone passed off the child and disappeared on their ship back into space. With no home, she had found one. With no knowledge of her parents, she was raised by the Jedi Order. From the beginning, the council recognized that the force was strong with her. But, they didn’t know quite how strong. Only when she grew older did they begin to see the aura of the force whirling about her. She was meant for great things, a brilliant destiny as they all hoped and believed.
Aria found that there were others like her, simply left with the Jedi. Others were willfully given, parents proud to deliver their force sensitive children to the heroes of the galaxy; the paragons of virtue. She always felt somewhat left out from these stories, thinking of proud parents one day seeing the names of their children written in the annals of history. Would she simply be forgotten and left? Alone, like she started?
The Jedi Code helped Aria find a certain inner peace. Raised to see the many sides of all things, she approached situations in a unique way. She refused to study in the ways of a Jedi Guardian, rather choosing the path of a Consular. Aria wanted to focus on her powers with the force, especially healing as it seemed to be her gift. She also took a keen interest to medicine, mixing in ideologies of the Sentinels. Though, many masters would say her true natural gift was saber combat. Even then, she still chose against the Guardian path. She simply wanted to work within the hospitals and help the ailing, to use her gifts to cut down the number of casualties in the undercities of places like Taris. Aria has a sense of duty to the innocent and helpless.
“A remarkable student.” Zhar Lestin often remarked, always in awe of his padawan and her self-determined tendencies. Others wondered if her temperament could lead to an all too familiar path, the path of the Exar Kuns; the Ulic Qel Dromas…
But, at every turn they seemed to be proven wrong. When a child was wounded in a kath hound hunt, Aria successfully healed him and refused any reward from the family. Once, she discovered the corpse of a young boy who had died due to an accident in which he fell. Aria took it upon herself to bring the body back and inform the family.
Through her experiences with the Jedi, Aria was fast on her way to Knighthood, and was expected to be a great champion of the order. A healer, a true paragon of peace and prosperity. A symbol for the Jedi to live by.
Destiny, however, had different plans.
Personality:
Likes: Bodies of water, open fields, history, datapad journals/books, medicine, long discussions with other people, travel, music, exercise.
Dislikes: Lightsaber combat, violence, rude people, war, waking up late, laziness, antithetical teachings within the Jedi; particularly the Guardian path.
Her sense of humor can be sharp and cunning, but oftentimes falls under slapstick and pranking. She’s a prankster at heart, and even does this to her masters. Playful and fun in that way.
Her current emotional state is rather stable and at peace. She’s learned a lot at her young age, but is yearning to know more. Aria wants to find her path and walk it sooner rather than later, to live in her responsibilities and care for those that need it. It’d take extreme things to break her spirit, things she has not faced yet. Even then, her inner resolve may surprise.
Status wise, Aria is popular amongst her peers. Many like to be around her and hang out with her. She is mostly liked, but others deem her to be something of a ‘teacher’s pet’ when it comes to listening to the masters; even if that’s not what she’s like. Others, particularly the Guardians, don’t quite get along with her due to her strong opinions on fighting.
Virtues: Kind-heart, enthusiasm, honor, honesty, persistence, bravery, fortitude, effort, loyal, leadership.
Vices: Ambition, impatience, stubbornness, passion, pride, rashness.
Perception of the world: Aria perceives the world, the galaxy, in a somewhat naïve way. She views things like justice in a black and white matter and holds highly optimistic hopes of what her abilities can do for those who suffer. A personable extrovert who can exhibit high amounts of introspective behavior alone, but more often than not she’s seen chatting with other knights, masters, and padawans when she’s not studying.
Strong sense of morality, a black and white view of justice although that was somewhat shaken with her first master; Arren Kae. Aria did not spend enough time with Arren, as she feels. Her time with her lingers in the back of her mind, the voice of her first master echoing with an un-nameable purpose.
At her age, Aria knows three languages and that number will continue to grow as she is a voracious learner and lover of different cultures; particularly the Echani.
Attitude: Enthusiastic, daring, judgmental, passionate, kind.
Secrets: Her one big secret is that once, a friend of hers was killed in an accident with a kath hound out in the Dantooine meadows. She showed an immense amount of rage and ended up killing several in anger. Aria has never brought it up to anyone, ever. It’s the single most shameful thing she’s ever done, according to her own feelings. Sometimes, she has dreams of baby kath pups screaming.
Quirks: Despite Jedi codes on concepts of love and abstinence, when she’s close enough to a friend; she makes dirty jokes. Tends to find nicknames for people a lot. Talks to herself, and if you’re lucky you might catch her talking to herself in the third person or even having an imaginary argument with the person she’s angry with. When she learns something new, Aria will talk a friend’s ear off as if it’s the most galaxy-shattering fact in the universe. Eats any type of burger or sandwich type meal in a circle, biting all sides until there’s simply meat and bread all chewed up to the very core. Terrified of spiders, no matter how little. Embarrassed by her true laugh, it’s loud and contagious, and it always feels like her collar bone hurts when it happens. Lastly, she has a rather large fascination with Echani hand-to-hand combat from what she has learned. Aria wants to engage in the combat with someone, for despite her distaste for lightsaber combat somehow she loves the concept of truly learning to know someone through action rather than words.
Hobbies: Running, reading, listening to music, playing the flute and singing (she’s rather talented), exploring different areas, climbing, learning languages, and pranking people.
Her primary goal at the moment is to become a Jedi Knight learned in the ways of being a consular. Secondary goals are to travel across the galaxy and learn different cultures to sate her hunger for knowledge. Also rather keen on finding someone to fight hand to hand Echani style with her.
She dreams of being a well-loved healer across the galaxy, to live a life of peace and happiness through the joy of what she can give. Though, she doesn’t have an inclination for master-hood unless it’s of the traveling sort.
Skills/Abilities:
Aria is a padawan who many expect to be among the special cases who achieve knighthood faster than expected. She’s on the Consular path but with some Sentinel leanings in terms of medical practices. A dedicated healer and practitioner of alternative negotiation and diplomacy without violence. She’s a skilled healer through her fierce practice and determination, yet Aria is most gifted in lightsaber combat through natural ability. She shuns that part of her for the most part, however, even if masters implore her that her lightsaber is an extension of her soul.
List of Light Side Force Powers and Corresponding Level of Mastery (You don’t have to copy me here, this is just how I chose to do it. Just make sure you have a good amount of strengths and weaknesses from which your character can develop from.)
Force Healing – Inept/Intermediate/Expert/Adept/Master
Force Empathy - Inept/Intermediate/Expert/Adept/Master
Force Push – Inept/Intermediate/Expert/Adept/Master
Force Pull – Inept/Intermediate/Expert/Adept/Master
Force Resistance – Inept/Intermediate/Expert/Adept/Master
Her powers reside in the areas for the purposes of her learning. Focused healer and a strong connection with the force and the bonds with others. She plays around with pull and push for pranking purposes, don’t tell her masters!
Lighstaber mastery level: A cross between intermediate and expert as her natural affinity for it suggests. Her style at the moment focuses more on defense than an offensive assault style.
Strengths: Naturally gifted, strong-minded, courageous, born-to-be leader, daring. Skillful healer due to her incredible work ethic. Her medicinal skills are impressive at her level as well.
Weaknesses: Overly ambitious, naïve in her idealism, rash, prone to angry outbursts, reckless. Terms of skillsets, a more saber-focused Jedi could take her on or even a Republic soldier and definitely a top level Mandalorian warrior.
Race: Human
Age: 17 (at the time we begin)
Sex: Female
Jedi Rank: Padawan/Knight/Master
Lightsaber Type: Single bladed lightsaber, purple crystal.
Theme Song:
Appearance: Aria does not stand at an imposing height, but there’s always a presence about her wherever she is. Her uniquely violet eyes always appear thoughtful and meditative; ‘piercing’ as Master Zhar Lestin frequently comments when raving about his student. Shoulder length raven colored hair, a thin yet toned frame as she has taken to routine exercise.
If you need an image, here are two. Just think a bit shorter hair.
I prefer the darker tone of colors myself, sets the ‘Revan’ mystique I’m going for lol.
Background: Parents: unknown. Home world: unknown. Aria was left with the council on Dantooine with little information. No explanations, no questions asked, someone passed off the child and disappeared on their ship back into space. With no home, she had found one. With no knowledge of her parents, she was raised by the Jedi Order. From the beginning, the council recognized that the force was strong with her. But, they didn’t know quite how strong. Only when she grew older did they begin to see the aura of the force whirling about her. She was meant for great things, a brilliant destiny as they all hoped and believed.
Aria found that there were others like her, simply left with the Jedi. Others were willfully given, parents proud to deliver their force sensitive children to the heroes of the galaxy; the paragons of virtue. She always felt somewhat left out from these stories, thinking of proud parents one day seeing the names of their children written in the annals of history. Would she simply be forgotten and left? Alone, like she started?
The Jedi Code helped Aria find a certain inner peace. Raised to see the many sides of all things, she approached situations in a unique way. She refused to study in the ways of a Jedi Guardian, rather choosing the path of a Consular. Aria wanted to focus on her powers with the force, especially healing as it seemed to be her gift. She also took a keen interest to medicine, mixing in ideologies of the Sentinels. Though, many masters would say her true natural gift was saber combat. Even then, she still chose against the Guardian path. She simply wanted to work within the hospitals and help the ailing, to use her gifts to cut down the number of casualties in the undercities of places like Taris. Aria has a sense of duty to the innocent and helpless.
“A remarkable student.” Zhar Lestin often remarked, always in awe of his padawan and her self-determined tendencies. Others wondered if her temperament could lead to an all too familiar path, the path of the Exar Kuns; the Ulic Qel Dromas…
But, at every turn they seemed to be proven wrong. When a child was wounded in a kath hound hunt, Aria successfully healed him and refused any reward from the family. Once, she discovered the corpse of a young boy who had died due to an accident in which he fell. Aria took it upon herself to bring the body back and inform the family.
Through her experiences with the Jedi, Aria was fast on her way to Knighthood, and was expected to be a great champion of the order. A healer, a true paragon of peace and prosperity. A symbol for the Jedi to live by.
Destiny, however, had different plans.
Personality:
Likes: Bodies of water, open fields, history, datapad journals/books, medicine, long discussions with other people, travel, music, exercise.
Dislikes: Lightsaber combat, violence, rude people, war, waking up late, laziness, antithetical teachings within the Jedi; particularly the Guardian path.
Her sense of humor can be sharp and cunning, but oftentimes falls under slapstick and pranking. She’s a prankster at heart, and even does this to her masters. Playful and fun in that way.
Her current emotional state is rather stable and at peace. She’s learned a lot at her young age, but is yearning to know more. Aria wants to find her path and walk it sooner rather than later, to live in her responsibilities and care for those that need it. It’d take extreme things to break her spirit, things she has not faced yet. Even then, her inner resolve may surprise.
Status wise, Aria is popular amongst her peers. Many like to be around her and hang out with her. She is mostly liked, but others deem her to be something of a ‘teacher’s pet’ when it comes to listening to the masters; even if that’s not what she’s like. Others, particularly the Guardians, don’t quite get along with her due to her strong opinions on fighting.
Virtues: Kind-heart, enthusiasm, honor, honesty, persistence, bravery, fortitude, effort, loyal, leadership.
Vices: Ambition, impatience, stubbornness, passion, pride, rashness.
Perception of the world: Aria perceives the world, the galaxy, in a somewhat naïve way. She views things like justice in a black and white matter and holds highly optimistic hopes of what her abilities can do for those who suffer. A personable extrovert who can exhibit high amounts of introspective behavior alone, but more often than not she’s seen chatting with other knights, masters, and padawans when she’s not studying.
Strong sense of morality, a black and white view of justice although that was somewhat shaken with her first master; Arren Kae. Aria did not spend enough time with Arren, as she feels. Her time with her lingers in the back of her mind, the voice of her first master echoing with an un-nameable purpose.
At her age, Aria knows three languages and that number will continue to grow as she is a voracious learner and lover of different cultures; particularly the Echani.
Attitude: Enthusiastic, daring, judgmental, passionate, kind.
Secrets: Her one big secret is that once, a friend of hers was killed in an accident with a kath hound out in the Dantooine meadows. She showed an immense amount of rage and ended up killing several in anger. Aria has never brought it up to anyone, ever. It’s the single most shameful thing she’s ever done, according to her own feelings. Sometimes, she has dreams of baby kath pups screaming.
Quirks: Despite Jedi codes on concepts of love and abstinence, when she’s close enough to a friend; she makes dirty jokes. Tends to find nicknames for people a lot. Talks to herself, and if you’re lucky you might catch her talking to herself in the third person or even having an imaginary argument with the person she’s angry with. When she learns something new, Aria will talk a friend’s ear off as if it’s the most galaxy-shattering fact in the universe. Eats any type of burger or sandwich type meal in a circle, biting all sides until there’s simply meat and bread all chewed up to the very core. Terrified of spiders, no matter how little. Embarrassed by her true laugh, it’s loud and contagious, and it always feels like her collar bone hurts when it happens. Lastly, she has a rather large fascination with Echani hand-to-hand combat from what she has learned. Aria wants to engage in the combat with someone, for despite her distaste for lightsaber combat somehow she loves the concept of truly learning to know someone through action rather than words.
Hobbies: Running, reading, listening to music, playing the flute and singing (she’s rather talented), exploring different areas, climbing, learning languages, and pranking people.
Her primary goal at the moment is to become a Jedi Knight learned in the ways of being a consular. Secondary goals are to travel across the galaxy and learn different cultures to sate her hunger for knowledge. Also rather keen on finding someone to fight hand to hand Echani style with her.
She dreams of being a well-loved healer across the galaxy, to live a life of peace and happiness through the joy of what she can give. Though, she doesn’t have an inclination for master-hood unless it’s of the traveling sort.
Skills/Abilities:
Aria is a padawan who many expect to be among the special cases who achieve knighthood faster than expected. She’s on the Consular path but with some Sentinel leanings in terms of medical practices. A dedicated healer and practitioner of alternative negotiation and diplomacy without violence. She’s a skilled healer through her fierce practice and determination, yet Aria is most gifted in lightsaber combat through natural ability. She shuns that part of her for the most part, however, even if masters implore her that her lightsaber is an extension of her soul.
List of Light Side Force Powers and Corresponding Level of Mastery (You don’t have to copy me here, this is just how I chose to do it. Just make sure you have a good amount of strengths and weaknesses from which your character can develop from.)
Force Healing – Inept/Intermediate/Expert/Adept/Master
Force Empathy - Inept/Intermediate/Expert/Adept/Master
Force Push – Inept/Intermediate/Expert/Adept/Master
Force Pull – Inept/Intermediate/Expert/Adept/Master
Force Resistance – Inept/Intermediate/Expert/Adept/Master
Her powers reside in the areas for the purposes of her learning. Focused healer and a strong connection with the force and the bonds with others. She plays around with pull and push for pranking purposes, don’t tell her masters!
Lighstaber mastery level: A cross between intermediate and expert as her natural affinity for it suggests. Her style at the moment focuses more on defense than an offensive assault style.
Strengths: Naturally gifted, strong-minded, courageous, born-to-be leader, daring. Skillful healer due to her incredible work ethic. Her medicinal skills are impressive at her level as well.
Weaknesses: Overly ambitious, naïve in her idealism, rash, prone to angry outbursts, reckless. Terms of skillsets, a more saber-focused Jedi could take her on or even a Republic soldier and definitely a top level Mandalorian warrior.
Character Application:
Name: Ken Grant
Race: Human
Age: 25
Sex: Male
Appearance: A human of average size and slim build Ken is very much a standard humanoid jedi knight. He has short cut flat light brown hair and dark green mossy eyes. He typically wears his jedi robes and outside of that is very modest and simple in what he wears. He has a dark black leather belt he usually wears to keep a hold of objects he needs such as his lightsaber and other useful tools. He is light skinned Caucasian. He has no scars on his body.
Background/History:
Born on Corellia too two smugglers working for the rich of Alderanian nobles and Corellia's underground crime syndicates both his parents intended for him to join in on the family business. His parents were noted for their ability to do a variety of odd jobs both legal and illegal for their clients. Their skills for fabricating official papers and bypassing blockades often led them to cross paths with republic officials and jedi alike but never were they themselves caught. Growing up on a space ship and on Corellia wasn't something large in his life as he would never truly know his parents. His father Richard Grant was an old friend of a Duro jedi master named Nim Zhos who would take young Ken in as a jedi once his force affinity was found out and Richard thought it would be better to have his son grow up as a jedi and realize his potential rather than waste his life as an average smuggler.
He grew up on Coruscant initially training under the various trainers there and was under the guidance of Nim for private lessons and advice at the Duros's own request. He was found to have a talent for telekinesis during his basic training when he could lift more objects than his fellow students. He was talented and his masters knew it he just needed to apply himself more when he was older. He often found himself staying up at night looking at the sky and wondering what life would be like when he was older. He very much felt at peace in the jedi temple and felt happy when he used the force it was something he felt comfortable doing and he wouldn't want to do anything else.
In training on Coruscant Ken struggled with fighting and being on the offensive because he simply felt like it wasn't something a jedi should do and as such he was directed towards the path of Niman once he finished his basic Shii-Cho style of fighting. He was more comfortable in this area and decided too focus on that style of fighting when he became a padawan. His fellow students often came to him for advice for which Ken could not give much due him being more a savant in the force than anything. The applications of the force he was able to impress his masters with were things that simply came naturally to Ken and anything else came only after long practices and strenuous efforts to learn them.
Nim Zhos would eventually decide not to take Ken on as a padawan which disappointed him but he found solace in the fact that a friend of Zhos would do so a Weequay master named Org Glee would take him under his wind. Org decided the city would be too much of a distraction for Ken and him so they moved to Dantooine where Ken quickly adjusted too after a few months. Ken was more at peace in the farmlands of Dantooine than he was on Coruscant's loud cities. He felt more attune to the force in the quiet lands and often spent times leaving the temple with his master to meditate in the wild lands. He learned more about lightsaber combat from Org especially about Makashi which he found to be a great augmentation to his chosen style Niman which he practiced often on Dantooine. He developed a more controlled and centralized fighting style that focused around minimal movement and controlled fighting style that could be used to simply outmaneuver more wild melee styles and dominate less talented opponents but left him open too blaster fire.
By the time he went on missions to help sick and wounded people around the galaxy he felt proud of his progress as a jedi and Org would often praise him for his calmness under pressure and his dedication to the light and helping people. Ken found a place among the stars he loved to gaze at and started to pick up holovids about older jedi and events that happened before his life. He was happy and he was content. He had many admirers among his fellow padawans and students alike and would often volunteer to help younger students in training. He didn't want more power, he didn't want to become a big name in the galaxy he was simply content in his life as a simple jedi.
Org and him rarely went on too many dangerous journeys together but they did spend time training in harsh environments on places like Kashyyyk to improve fitness and endurance that was needed for strenuous activities. He often found himself training with his old friend Nim Zhos and his padawan, a zabrak named Leo Habel, even going on missions with them to more crowded planets where more jedi were needed. He and Nim cemented their friendship with Nim praising him calling him a true jedi in the making and that his dad would be proud of him. Leo would prove a worthy, though unwanted, rival to Ken who would outpace him in almost all fields. Org felt that Leo was becoming more frustrated in losing to Ken so often and warned Nim Zhos who took the words to heart.
Though he was getting older and he had many accolades under his belt such as taking out a group of criminals on Coruscant, and weeding out a small group of Mandalorian mercenaries on Neimoidia by himself after being separated from his master he was still not a jedi knight. Org thought he was ready but Ken thought he still had something too prove and much to learn. Ken learned one day from Nim that Leo had left the jedi temple and he felt worried. He had not resigned from the order but his frustrations proved too be too much for him to handle. Ken tried to find him but found it way to difficult to do so and thus went back to his usual jedi missions and hobbies of reading and learning more about history. It wasn't too long to find out what had happened to Leo as he was found to have fallen to the dark side and resorted to joining a crime syndicate on Coruscant. Ken asked his master if he could go and try to find him but Org denied him the request saying it would be too hard a challenge for anyone to face down a friend. However Nim approached him the day after and asked him for help and deciding if anyone had a chance to help a fellow jedi back to the light it would be him.
Ken and Nim left for Coruscant Nim telling Org that he was going to take Ken for a trip to the temple to learn more about the great hyperspace war. Nim and Ken spent weeks tracking down and finding out more information about Leo before they finally confronted Leo who refused to come back with them. After a engagement Leo trapped Zim in a gas chamber forcing Ken to fight Leo by himself. Ken was taunted and mocked for his adherence to the light and his commitment towards a code that weakened him but Ken didn't falter despite his inner turmoil at fighting a friend. The fight went on for sometime before Leo was disarmed and injured by Ken who was more talented in singular dueling engagements. Ken refused to kill Leo and freed Nim who thanked him for his courage. Leo tried to escape but failed and was taken back to the council. Leo was officially exiled and imprisoned for illegal activities and Ken was both praised and condemned for leaving his master on Dantooine and lying but any blame was shifted to Nim Zhos who insisted he was to blame both for his student and for taking Ken.
Ken went back to his master and was scolded for his actions but the two embraced in a hug once that was afterward the Weequay telling his student he was proud of him for not falling to the dark side or killing his friend. The experience however did jade Ken slightly but he took his master's offer and went to the council to take the jedi knight trials. He passed and was given over to the jedi councilors where he found solace in the fact that he had many like minded individuals and was very happy with his new found friends and position. His friend Nim Zhos even gifted him a spare lightsaber and a white lightsaber crystal for his successes.
Personality:
A proud jedi and a strong believer in the light side of the force Ken is a true jedi through and through. He refuses to break his jedi code and doesn't enjoy taking the life of another and if at all possible he will try to avoid doing so. He strongly believes that a calm mind and a strong spirit is needed for a jedi to succeed in things and as such it takes a lot of stress for him to stray from his peaceful mind. Friendship and companionship come easy to Ken though romance is something he completely abstains from and he refuses to grow too attached to members of either gender. In the midst of combat he retains his level headed nature and his dislike of combat preferring to disarm or disable opponents but is not afraid to take a life if need be though he find the act to be abhorrent. He likes serenity and loves to be in the middle of the nature as his deep connection to the force allows him to feel much of what is around him in the midst of meditation. He has no interest in becoming stronger for the sake of power but is practical enough to know when it is time to improve his abilities. He is soft spoken the majority of the time but he has been knowing to raise his voice when he feels it is needed or when frustration sets into him.
He aspires to find his way onto the jedi council and too become a competent jedi that others could look up too though he does not wish for fame. He enjoys meditation and reading books during his time not done training. He also enjoys watching holovids and watching others play puzzle games though he himself doesn't enjoy puzzles. If he had to have one vice it would be that he is too much a proud jedi to see other people's points of view. He is also brave in combat though he lacks the natural charisma and talent to be a leader in war.
Skills/Abilities:
General:
Lightsaber Niman Specialization
Lightsaber Makashi Training (Worked into Niman)
Lightsaber Jark'Kai Knowledge (His master Org specialized in this)
Strengths:
Deep Connection to the force allowing him to perform powerful or potent force abilities.
Excellent Telekensis Abilities
Strong Force Healing
Ability to keep calm under extreme stress and not falter in the face of danger
Patience and willingness to wait to see if a better opportunity is given to him.
Talented Lightsaber fighter - His specialized fighting style allowing him control over a battle in close range with minimal movements and a general control over a variety of situations.
Languages known: Duros, Galactic Basic, Wookie
Weaknesses:The strength of his connection to the force - While his abilities are strong they need to be harnesses by concentration. His stronger applications of the force are limited by how much time he has to perform them.
Multiple opponents - Ken lacks the ability to handle more than two enemies at a time and has issues handling blaster fire especially from multiple angles.
Pride/Close Minded - He isn't able to see from others point of view and refuses to break the jedi code to the extent where it hampers his ability to be practical in some situations.
Strength: While in his prime and still very much a young human male he is not very strong physically though he can call upon the force to hold his own in combat. Likewise he has issues dealing with opponents who can get past his center of control and overwhelm him with sheer force.
Lacks Ambition - He doesn't see himself as a legend nor does he aspire to be so. As such he does not aspire to be stronger or more talented than he needs to be to fit his situation.
Lacks dedicated lightsaber style: He has no real affiliation with any one style of combat. His versatility with a lightsaber has prevented him from becoming truly a master of one style though Niman is the closest he has come to a dedicated style it is still augmented with Makashi which brings over it's own set of weaknesses. And his training with Jar'Kai is very limited and is only a trick he pulls out when he is backed against a wall.
Name: Ken Grant
Race: Human
Age: 25
Sex: Male
Appearance: A human of average size and slim build Ken is very much a standard humanoid jedi knight. He has short cut flat light brown hair and dark green mossy eyes. He typically wears his jedi robes and outside of that is very modest and simple in what he wears. He has a dark black leather belt he usually wears to keep a hold of objects he needs such as his lightsaber and other useful tools. He is light skinned Caucasian. He has no scars on his body.
Background/History:
Born on Corellia too two smugglers working for the rich of Alderanian nobles and Corellia's underground crime syndicates both his parents intended for him to join in on the family business. His parents were noted for their ability to do a variety of odd jobs both legal and illegal for their clients. Their skills for fabricating official papers and bypassing blockades often led them to cross paths with republic officials and jedi alike but never were they themselves caught. Growing up on a space ship and on Corellia wasn't something large in his life as he would never truly know his parents. His father Richard Grant was an old friend of a Duro jedi master named Nim Zhos who would take young Ken in as a jedi once his force affinity was found out and Richard thought it would be better to have his son grow up as a jedi and realize his potential rather than waste his life as an average smuggler.
He grew up on Coruscant initially training under the various trainers there and was under the guidance of Nim for private lessons and advice at the Duros's own request. He was found to have a talent for telekinesis during his basic training when he could lift more objects than his fellow students. He was talented and his masters knew it he just needed to apply himself more when he was older. He often found himself staying up at night looking at the sky and wondering what life would be like when he was older. He very much felt at peace in the jedi temple and felt happy when he used the force it was something he felt comfortable doing and he wouldn't want to do anything else.
In training on Coruscant Ken struggled with fighting and being on the offensive because he simply felt like it wasn't something a jedi should do and as such he was directed towards the path of Niman once he finished his basic Shii-Cho style of fighting. He was more comfortable in this area and decided too focus on that style of fighting when he became a padawan. His fellow students often came to him for advice for which Ken could not give much due him being more a savant in the force than anything. The applications of the force he was able to impress his masters with were things that simply came naturally to Ken and anything else came only after long practices and strenuous efforts to learn them.
Nim Zhos would eventually decide not to take Ken on as a padawan which disappointed him but he found solace in the fact that a friend of Zhos would do so a Weequay master named Org Glee would take him under his wind. Org decided the city would be too much of a distraction for Ken and him so they moved to Dantooine where Ken quickly adjusted too after a few months. Ken was more at peace in the farmlands of Dantooine than he was on Coruscant's loud cities. He felt more attune to the force in the quiet lands and often spent times leaving the temple with his master to meditate in the wild lands. He learned more about lightsaber combat from Org especially about Makashi which he found to be a great augmentation to his chosen style Niman which he practiced often on Dantooine. He developed a more controlled and centralized fighting style that focused around minimal movement and controlled fighting style that could be used to simply outmaneuver more wild melee styles and dominate less talented opponents but left him open too blaster fire.
By the time he went on missions to help sick and wounded people around the galaxy he felt proud of his progress as a jedi and Org would often praise him for his calmness under pressure and his dedication to the light and helping people. Ken found a place among the stars he loved to gaze at and started to pick up holovids about older jedi and events that happened before his life. He was happy and he was content. He had many admirers among his fellow padawans and students alike and would often volunteer to help younger students in training. He didn't want more power, he didn't want to become a big name in the galaxy he was simply content in his life as a simple jedi.
Org and him rarely went on too many dangerous journeys together but they did spend time training in harsh environments on places like Kashyyyk to improve fitness and endurance that was needed for strenuous activities. He often found himself training with his old friend Nim Zhos and his padawan, a zabrak named Leo Habel, even going on missions with them to more crowded planets where more jedi were needed. He and Nim cemented their friendship with Nim praising him calling him a true jedi in the making and that his dad would be proud of him. Leo would prove a worthy, though unwanted, rival to Ken who would outpace him in almost all fields. Org felt that Leo was becoming more frustrated in losing to Ken so often and warned Nim Zhos who took the words to heart.
Though he was getting older and he had many accolades under his belt such as taking out a group of criminals on Coruscant, and weeding out a small group of Mandalorian mercenaries on Neimoidia by himself after being separated from his master he was still not a jedi knight. Org thought he was ready but Ken thought he still had something too prove and much to learn. Ken learned one day from Nim that Leo had left the jedi temple and he felt worried. He had not resigned from the order but his frustrations proved too be too much for him to handle. Ken tried to find him but found it way to difficult to do so and thus went back to his usual jedi missions and hobbies of reading and learning more about history. It wasn't too long to find out what had happened to Leo as he was found to have fallen to the dark side and resorted to joining a crime syndicate on Coruscant. Ken asked his master if he could go and try to find him but Org denied him the request saying it would be too hard a challenge for anyone to face down a friend. However Nim approached him the day after and asked him for help and deciding if anyone had a chance to help a fellow jedi back to the light it would be him.
Ken and Nim left for Coruscant Nim telling Org that he was going to take Ken for a trip to the temple to learn more about the great hyperspace war. Nim and Ken spent weeks tracking down and finding out more information about Leo before they finally confronted Leo who refused to come back with them. After a engagement Leo trapped Zim in a gas chamber forcing Ken to fight Leo by himself. Ken was taunted and mocked for his adherence to the light and his commitment towards a code that weakened him but Ken didn't falter despite his inner turmoil at fighting a friend. The fight went on for sometime before Leo was disarmed and injured by Ken who was more talented in singular dueling engagements. Ken refused to kill Leo and freed Nim who thanked him for his courage. Leo tried to escape but failed and was taken back to the council. Leo was officially exiled and imprisoned for illegal activities and Ken was both praised and condemned for leaving his master on Dantooine and lying but any blame was shifted to Nim Zhos who insisted he was to blame both for his student and for taking Ken.
Ken went back to his master and was scolded for his actions but the two embraced in a hug once that was afterward the Weequay telling his student he was proud of him for not falling to the dark side or killing his friend. The experience however did jade Ken slightly but he took his master's offer and went to the council to take the jedi knight trials. He passed and was given over to the jedi councilors where he found solace in the fact that he had many like minded individuals and was very happy with his new found friends and position. His friend Nim Zhos even gifted him a spare lightsaber and a white lightsaber crystal for his successes.
Personality:
A proud jedi and a strong believer in the light side of the force Ken is a true jedi through and through. He refuses to break his jedi code and doesn't enjoy taking the life of another and if at all possible he will try to avoid doing so. He strongly believes that a calm mind and a strong spirit is needed for a jedi to succeed in things and as such it takes a lot of stress for him to stray from his peaceful mind. Friendship and companionship come easy to Ken though romance is something he completely abstains from and he refuses to grow too attached to members of either gender. In the midst of combat he retains his level headed nature and his dislike of combat preferring to disarm or disable opponents but is not afraid to take a life if need be though he find the act to be abhorrent. He likes serenity and loves to be in the middle of the nature as his deep connection to the force allows him to feel much of what is around him in the midst of meditation. He has no interest in becoming stronger for the sake of power but is practical enough to know when it is time to improve his abilities. He is soft spoken the majority of the time but he has been knowing to raise his voice when he feels it is needed or when frustration sets into him.
He aspires to find his way onto the jedi council and too become a competent jedi that others could look up too though he does not wish for fame. He enjoys meditation and reading books during his time not done training. He also enjoys watching holovids and watching others play puzzle games though he himself doesn't enjoy puzzles. If he had to have one vice it would be that he is too much a proud jedi to see other people's points of view. He is also brave in combat though he lacks the natural charisma and talent to be a leader in war.
Skills/Abilities:
General:
Lightsaber Niman Specialization
Lightsaber Makashi Training (Worked into Niman)
Lightsaber Jark'Kai Knowledge (His master Org specialized in this)
Strengths:
Deep Connection to the force allowing him to perform powerful or potent force abilities.
Excellent Telekensis Abilities
Strong Force Healing
Ability to keep calm under extreme stress and not falter in the face of danger
Patience and willingness to wait to see if a better opportunity is given to him.
Talented Lightsaber fighter - His specialized fighting style allowing him control over a battle in close range with minimal movements and a general control over a variety of situations.
Languages known: Duros, Galactic Basic, Wookie
Weaknesses:The strength of his connection to the force - While his abilities are strong they need to be harnesses by concentration. His stronger applications of the force are limited by how much time he has to perform them.
Multiple opponents - Ken lacks the ability to handle more than two enemies at a time and has issues handling blaster fire especially from multiple angles.
Pride/Close Minded - He isn't able to see from others point of view and refuses to break the jedi code to the extent where it hampers his ability to be practical in some situations.
Strength: While in his prime and still very much a young human male he is not very strong physically though he can call upon the force to hold his own in combat. Likewise he has issues dealing with opponents who can get past his center of control and overwhelm him with sheer force.
Lacks Ambition - He doesn't see himself as a legend nor does he aspire to be so. As such he does not aspire to be stronger or more talented than he needs to be to fit his situation.
Lacks dedicated lightsaber style: He has no real affiliation with any one style of combat. His versatility with a lightsaber has prevented him from becoming truly a master of one style though Niman is the closest he has come to a dedicated style it is still augmented with Makashi which brings over it's own set of weaknesses. And his training with Jar'Kai is very limited and is only a trick he pulls out when he is backed against a wall.
Name: Xeviiy Sinclair
Race: Miraluka/Human
Age: 16
Sex: Female
Appearance: Xeviiy stands at about 5' 6” (1.7 meters). Long, brunette hair that's usually tied up at a medium length so it does not get in the way. Her figure is thin though not overly so and her skin being slightly pale, from most of her time spent inside.
Background/History: Xeviiy didn't grow up knowing her parents, when she was born, she had been left with some family friends during the middle of the night on Coruscant, not given too much information, only that they were in trouble and didn't want their daughter being harmed. Saying their farewells to her, they continued to flee from their pursuer hoping to escape him and the hopefully return to their daughter; her father was a senator and her mother was a diplomat, he was trying to get a bill passed that would improve the lives of the citizens and make it much easier for them to live.
Some senators however didn't like this, they were the ones in the pockets of greedy corporations, though it wouldn't affect them drastically, it would affect them enough to where they'd be earning less than they currently were; seeing how this bill would most likely pass if it was entered, they hired an assassin to kill them. At first it seemed like they had evaded their pursuer, however they were eventually cornered into an alley where they were struck down, leaving the newly born baby orphaned.
Xeviiy had no additional family other than her parents and there was no one that could take her, save for a slightly over-crowded orphanage at the time, but the friends of her parents offered to take care of her until proper arrangements could be made which officials agreed too.
Eventually a few months had passed, finally a foster family had been found for her, but by then, the ones taking care of her had developed a bond with her and wished to adopt her themselves, seeing as they couldn't have children of their own. They soon got their wish after filing all the necessary documents, they were officially her parents.
Her time with her adoptive parents, Corcole and Savmari, was a slightly lavished one, though they did love her a great deal, they still wished to give her everything they could. Corcole was vice president of a food corporation and Savmari was fashion designer, which allowed them to provide all they could and more for Xeviiy.
She soon started to show her force sensitivity, making her toys float in the air and it wasn't long before she was discovered by the Jedi and one came by to take her into the order to receive Jedi training. It went well to begin with, though she did have a bit of an attitude, thanks to her upbringing, not that she really knew better, almost everything was handed to her when she was younger, but it didn't get in the way so much that she was arrogant and didn't listen to her instructors. As her training progressed, her slightly spoiled attitude faded, thanks in particular to when she had been on an assignment with her master, just to get her skills developed more as a Jedi.
A few members of a slightly wealthy gang had been harassing a homeless man who had been just trying to get a few spare credits to eat, which at first she thought nothing of, it was the slums, most things like that were going on, however as they continued to taunt and eventually attack him, she couldn't sit idly by let that happen and stepped in to try and disperse them, not so diplomatically at first. An effect that caused the men to attack her instead with blasters, they were quickly dealt with though with her master assisting her. Soon after helping the man and giving him enough credits to get some food as well as rent a room somewhere for a few weeks.
Whilst this event wasn't huge to most, it was to her, at least in giving her some perspective that she could have turned into that type of person, someone who was arrogant and selfish, someone that treated others beneath them just because they had wealth and she didn't want to become someone like that. From that day on, she was a kindhearted person who always tries to help whoever needs it, though sometimes it isn't easy, but she does her best.
Personality: Xeviiy is slightly quiet at times, though she make conversation with others, she's just not always the best at beginning it. She likes to spend time with others as well as equally time alone, usually reading anything and everything she can about both Jedi as well as Sith.
Xeviiy generally doesn't like to fight if she has too, preferring a pacifist ideology and feels that all life is sacred, regardless of what they've done, though she doesn't discourage with justified punishments that don't involve the person being executed.
As mentioned a little previously, she loves to study both Jedi and Sith history, but she doesn't mind letting lose a bit and spending time with some friends, usually enjoying the lighthearted mood going on and can poke fun at her pacifistic ways that some see as hopelessly optimistic.
Her emotional state is happy and care free to an extent, enjoying the time of peace there currently is. Though that can quickly change and put her severe emotional distress if she's already stressed and either feels a significantly large amounts of deaths through the force or if it's a few people that she has strong ties too such as her family and friends.
She still wonders sometimes what her parents were like sometimes and in regards to that, can be a bit naive and manipulated by others should someone know or discover that.
Xeviiy is most known by her peers as well as her teachers as a social bookwork, some teasing her at times of being the latter, but she doesn't let it get to her and at times joins in on the jabs at her, figuring the whole 'if you can't beat 'em, join them' mentality which seems to have most people liking her.
She can at times be passionately willful and outspoken, though she does balance it out with patience, to an extent, she has a difficult time being still should people or a planet be in distress and require assistance.
Since Xeviiy is a Miraluka and her stronger ties to the force as a result of her species, she's able to pick up on somethings quicker than others, such as if there is danger or potential danger nearby.
Xeviiy tends to always favor the right decision, even if it's not always the preferred method or if it's not beneficial to her or the order, such as stated before, the killing of others, no matter who they are or what they did.
She knows basic as well as Miralukaese, and a bit of Wookie (Shyriiwook), though she's still working on that one and can't fully interpret it yet.
Xeviiy currently aspires to become a Jedi Knight like others before her and then eventually a position on the Jedi Council, though she knows the latter is much further away and could take some time for her to achieve that ambition.
Skills/Abilities: Xeviiy is proficient in the Soresu form and still training in the Shien form, preferring this form at times for it's reverse grip style which she finds easier to wield than the conventional style. Her abilities include force push and pull, as well as force heal, though which she is proficient in as well, though larger wounds tend to take longer for her than others.
She tends to favor the consular path, where it focuses on healing and protection more than actively seeking combat like the other paths, though she knows this isn't really true, but feels her current path is more for defense than offense.
Considering she is more into defensive combat, it shows with how non-aggressive she is with her attacks, choosing not to make a final strike at an opponent if she has the opportunity as well as able to be overpowered with unrelenting brute force.
Race: Miraluka/Human
Age: 16
Sex: Female
Appearance: Xeviiy stands at about 5' 6” (1.7 meters). Long, brunette hair that's usually tied up at a medium length so it does not get in the way. Her figure is thin though not overly so and her skin being slightly pale, from most of her time spent inside.
Background/History: Xeviiy didn't grow up knowing her parents, when she was born, she had been left with some family friends during the middle of the night on Coruscant, not given too much information, only that they were in trouble and didn't want their daughter being harmed. Saying their farewells to her, they continued to flee from their pursuer hoping to escape him and the hopefully return to their daughter; her father was a senator and her mother was a diplomat, he was trying to get a bill passed that would improve the lives of the citizens and make it much easier for them to live.
Some senators however didn't like this, they were the ones in the pockets of greedy corporations, though it wouldn't affect them drastically, it would affect them enough to where they'd be earning less than they currently were; seeing how this bill would most likely pass if it was entered, they hired an assassin to kill them. At first it seemed like they had evaded their pursuer, however they were eventually cornered into an alley where they were struck down, leaving the newly born baby orphaned.
Xeviiy had no additional family other than her parents and there was no one that could take her, save for a slightly over-crowded orphanage at the time, but the friends of her parents offered to take care of her until proper arrangements could be made which officials agreed too.
Eventually a few months had passed, finally a foster family had been found for her, but by then, the ones taking care of her had developed a bond with her and wished to adopt her themselves, seeing as they couldn't have children of their own. They soon got their wish after filing all the necessary documents, they were officially her parents.
Her time with her adoptive parents, Corcole and Savmari, was a slightly lavished one, though they did love her a great deal, they still wished to give her everything they could. Corcole was vice president of a food corporation and Savmari was fashion designer, which allowed them to provide all they could and more for Xeviiy.
She soon started to show her force sensitivity, making her toys float in the air and it wasn't long before she was discovered by the Jedi and one came by to take her into the order to receive Jedi training. It went well to begin with, though she did have a bit of an attitude, thanks to her upbringing, not that she really knew better, almost everything was handed to her when she was younger, but it didn't get in the way so much that she was arrogant and didn't listen to her instructors. As her training progressed, her slightly spoiled attitude faded, thanks in particular to when she had been on an assignment with her master, just to get her skills developed more as a Jedi.
A few members of a slightly wealthy gang had been harassing a homeless man who had been just trying to get a few spare credits to eat, which at first she thought nothing of, it was the slums, most things like that were going on, however as they continued to taunt and eventually attack him, she couldn't sit idly by let that happen and stepped in to try and disperse them, not so diplomatically at first. An effect that caused the men to attack her instead with blasters, they were quickly dealt with though with her master assisting her. Soon after helping the man and giving him enough credits to get some food as well as rent a room somewhere for a few weeks.
Whilst this event wasn't huge to most, it was to her, at least in giving her some perspective that she could have turned into that type of person, someone who was arrogant and selfish, someone that treated others beneath them just because they had wealth and she didn't want to become someone like that. From that day on, she was a kindhearted person who always tries to help whoever needs it, though sometimes it isn't easy, but she does her best.
Personality: Xeviiy is slightly quiet at times, though she make conversation with others, she's just not always the best at beginning it. She likes to spend time with others as well as equally time alone, usually reading anything and everything she can about both Jedi as well as Sith.
Xeviiy generally doesn't like to fight if she has too, preferring a pacifist ideology and feels that all life is sacred, regardless of what they've done, though she doesn't discourage with justified punishments that don't involve the person being executed.
As mentioned a little previously, she loves to study both Jedi and Sith history, but she doesn't mind letting lose a bit and spending time with some friends, usually enjoying the lighthearted mood going on and can poke fun at her pacifistic ways that some see as hopelessly optimistic.
Her emotional state is happy and care free to an extent, enjoying the time of peace there currently is. Though that can quickly change and put her severe emotional distress if she's already stressed and either feels a significantly large amounts of deaths through the force or if it's a few people that she has strong ties too such as her family and friends.
She still wonders sometimes what her parents were like sometimes and in regards to that, can be a bit naive and manipulated by others should someone know or discover that.
Xeviiy is most known by her peers as well as her teachers as a social bookwork, some teasing her at times of being the latter, but she doesn't let it get to her and at times joins in on the jabs at her, figuring the whole 'if you can't beat 'em, join them' mentality which seems to have most people liking her.
She can at times be passionately willful and outspoken, though she does balance it out with patience, to an extent, she has a difficult time being still should people or a planet be in distress and require assistance.
Since Xeviiy is a Miraluka and her stronger ties to the force as a result of her species, she's able to pick up on somethings quicker than others, such as if there is danger or potential danger nearby.
Xeviiy tends to always favor the right decision, even if it's not always the preferred method or if it's not beneficial to her or the order, such as stated before, the killing of others, no matter who they are or what they did.
She knows basic as well as Miralukaese, and a bit of Wookie (Shyriiwook), though she's still working on that one and can't fully interpret it yet.
Xeviiy currently aspires to become a Jedi Knight like others before her and then eventually a position on the Jedi Council, though she knows the latter is much further away and could take some time for her to achieve that ambition.
Skills/Abilities: Xeviiy is proficient in the Soresu form and still training in the Shien form, preferring this form at times for it's reverse grip style which she finds easier to wield than the conventional style. Her abilities include force push and pull, as well as force heal, though which she is proficient in as well, though larger wounds tend to take longer for her than others.
She tends to favor the consular path, where it focuses on healing and protection more than actively seeking combat like the other paths, though she knows this isn't really true, but feels her current path is more for defense than offense.
Considering she is more into defensive combat, it shows with how non-aggressive she is with her attacks, choosing not to make a final strike at an opponent if she has the opportunity as well as able to be overpowered with unrelenting brute force.
Name: Leon Arthos
Race: Human
Age: 37
Sex: Male
Theme Song:
Appearance:
Leon is taller than most human, standing at about six feet (1.82 meters), sometimes looking like a giant amongst the slightly shorter men that her servers with. His hair is at medium length which he keeps tied up so as to not get in the way; he has a muscular build, something that keeping in shape a lot has rewarded him in return.
His attire consists of a tan shirt with a brown jacket and dark pants; when in combat, he dawns heavy durasteel armor, his fairly large size and strength reduces the impact to his stamina when moving in such armor. Accompanying his armor is two heavy blaster pistols as back up and a blaster carbine as his main, a utility belt that contains small amounts of rations, a grappling hook, a communicator, two grenades and a small medkit.
Background/History:
Leon grew up in the outer rim on tattooine, his family didn't have much, but they managed what they could and were happy nonetheless. A great surprise came to them when a Jedi arrived to their home, explaining how Leon had been detected as a force user and how they would like to take him into the Jedi Order to become one of them and join their ranks. His parents, ecstatic of course, agreed to to it and for the next few years, he spent time training as a Jedi, learning the ways of the force, lightsaber combat and a philosophy to protect those that were in danger.
His training went well in the beginning, but as time went on to where his peers were moving on to other, more advanced lessons, he was still at the basics, he lacked the ability to really command the force externally, though a flip side was he could internalize the force, allowing for him to enhance his body with it, such as increasing his endurance, sprinting, jumping, even his sight and hearing to an extent. However he eventually chose of his own accord to discontinue his training as a Jedi, feeling that it was a somewhat futile effort.
It pained him at first, he had really wanted to become a Jedi, to protect people, make his parents proud of him, well there was a silver lining in just that when he had been approached by a Republic recruitment officer. It offered him the same opportunity to protect people like the Jedi would, just without the force and the Jedi's signature weapon, but that didn't bother him too much, and with great enthusiasm, he accepted and began his training as a Republic soldier.
This he excelled at much better than being the Jedi and since he had some control of the force, he used it to improve himself in his training, something that his superiors took great notice at and made sure to keep track of his progress.
When his training finally ended, he was sent to multiple planets during his early career, usually to defend them against pirates or bandits or whomever was causing a disruption to the locals. It didn't take him long to quickly ascend through the rankings, first a specialist, then a corporal, as well as a sergeant and lieutenant. After a few short years thanks to his valor and strategic mind, he was promoted to captain, though his greatest achievement was during the final years of the conflict with Exar Kun and the Sith. A plan to bomb multiple bases simultaneously to allow a final push against the Sith and win the war for the Republic, however, as they were returning back with the rest of their unit, they were ambushed by some Sith, pinning them down near the still close to the target sight.
It was clear that the troops still left alive would be killed by the blast should they not make it out in time and despite being ordered to retreat back and meet up with the main army, he ignored it and convinced the men that were still with him to go back for the others, the Republic may have been willing to sacrifice a few of their own troops but he wouldn't.
By the time he arrived back where the rest of his unit was, two had been injured, he quickly set up defensive position with other half of the unit he brought back, dispatching a lot ambush troops. The fighting to get the others and fall back was taking too much time and soon the final seconds were counting down on timer located on his wrist. Swiftly he ordered a retreat of all his men when an opening had been made, seemed like they were going to make it until one soldier in his unit got hit in the leg, causing her to collapse to the ground.
She had told him to go on without her, but he just couldn't do that and used the force to sprint back to her, lifting her up into his arms and then started to run, just as the bomb detonated, the explosion quickly catching up to them, faster and faster until it was clear they wouldn't make it and using what little external command of the force he had, threw her to the other troopers that were just outside the blast radius. They caught her, however Leon got caught in the explosion, sending him flying in the air, leaving him battered and bloodied.
He awoke in the hospital, only to discover the blast of the explosion had taken his right arm off and it had been replaced with a cybernetic prosthetic, that didn't bother him too much however when he discovered that they had won the war and all his troops had made it back alive as well. Because of this act of bravery and selflessness, he was given a promotion to Major and that's currently where he's at now, though he doesn't know what the future has in store for him or his military career, he no doubt will answer the call, should another conflict arise again.
Personality:
Leon enjoys his free time either training his muscles or his weapon skills, feeling that he needs to be prepared at all times, just in case a conflict should arise again. In addition to that he enjoying going for the occasional swim when he's feeling stressed out. His biggest put off however would be military paper work which he seems to be doing more now than when he was still a foot soldier and takes any opportunity he can to avoid it. He also is strong-willed and blindly loyal to the Republic, willing to not only fight for the Republic, but die for it, as well as it's citizens.
Leon's sense of humor is a slightly dry thanks to his time in the military, but he can eventually let loose and enjoy the companies of both his equals and his subordinates.
Leon's emotional state at the moment is relaxed, yet slightly on alert, he still hasn't forgotten the conflict with Exar Kun and the Sith, not to mention the men and women he served with that had unfortunately not made it back from the war.
Leon is well known by a lot of military personnel both his superiors and inferiors, mostly for he strategic capabilities, new plans that made an impossible task possible as well as his compassion for leaving no man or woman behind during war. As a result of that, many respect him and aspire to be just like him, being an idol for others in the future.
As mentioned before, Leon his strong-willed as well as loyal, but he's also patient with tasks given to him, even if sometimes he'd rather act first than wait for orders to be given, though can sometimes be judgmental of his superior's plans if he feels that they're ineffective or inefficent.
Thanks to his time in the military, he's able to pick up on the small details going on around him, though can sometimes been too focused and miss the greater picture that the small pieces make.
Leon will always try to do what's right, both for all the planets the Republic controls as well as the Republic herself, even at rare times taking actions that would harm innocents in benefit of the Republic.
Because of how early on in his career, Leon picked up a few languages, such as Binary (Droid's language), Bothese, Huttese and Rodese.
He's slightly strict yet easy going, willing to relax back when given the time but isn't afraid to put people in their place if he feels that their distracted from the task at hand.
Though Leon says that he's fine with his military career and honestly is happy with it, he still yearns to be apart of the Jedi and the Order, sometimes thinking about practicing his skill so that it improves enough to where he feels he can return to complete his training. It showing when small objects begin to float around him, seemingly unaware of the situation until someone breaks him from his thoughts, result in the objects abruptly dropping back down.
Leon's hobbies include training exercises, reading to improve his knowledge, as well as cooking on occasion, something he's fairly good at.
Leon's current ambition is to continue his progress through his military career, trying to achieve the highest rank possible for him, though he knows this is a difficult task in of itself as his superiors though impressed with him, no doubt feels he's unsuitable for their ranks at his current age. His second ambition he's striving for though isn't as focused on is improving his ability with the force in order join the Jedi Order again and become a knight.
Skills/Abilities:
Leon has basic lightsaber training, which translates well to his basic mastery with almost any bladed weapon, being it a lightsaber or something else.
He is proficient with his force abilities that allow him to enhance his physical attribute, however if he uses them for too long of an extended period, the strain can start to take it's toll on his body and leave him in a weakened state.
Though Leon is a Major, he prefers being in the trenches with his troops, fighting along side them rather than issuing orders from behind a desk.
Leon's specialties includes computer slicing, he's an excellent pilot as well as being proficient with any blaster or rifle.
Leon is a fairly skilled person, but even he isn't without his faults, including being poor with explosives and physical locks, opting to shoot obstructions in his way rather than trying to waste time tampering with such things.
Race: Human
Age: 37
Sex: Male
Theme Song:
Appearance:
Leon is taller than most human, standing at about six feet (1.82 meters), sometimes looking like a giant amongst the slightly shorter men that her servers with. His hair is at medium length which he keeps tied up so as to not get in the way; he has a muscular build, something that keeping in shape a lot has rewarded him in return.
His attire consists of a tan shirt with a brown jacket and dark pants; when in combat, he dawns heavy durasteel armor, his fairly large size and strength reduces the impact to his stamina when moving in such armor. Accompanying his armor is two heavy blaster pistols as back up and a blaster carbine as his main, a utility belt that contains small amounts of rations, a grappling hook, a communicator, two grenades and a small medkit.
Background/History:
Leon grew up in the outer rim on tattooine, his family didn't have much, but they managed what they could and were happy nonetheless. A great surprise came to them when a Jedi arrived to their home, explaining how Leon had been detected as a force user and how they would like to take him into the Jedi Order to become one of them and join their ranks. His parents, ecstatic of course, agreed to to it and for the next few years, he spent time training as a Jedi, learning the ways of the force, lightsaber combat and a philosophy to protect those that were in danger.
His training went well in the beginning, but as time went on to where his peers were moving on to other, more advanced lessons, he was still at the basics, he lacked the ability to really command the force externally, though a flip side was he could internalize the force, allowing for him to enhance his body with it, such as increasing his endurance, sprinting, jumping, even his sight and hearing to an extent. However he eventually chose of his own accord to discontinue his training as a Jedi, feeling that it was a somewhat futile effort.
It pained him at first, he had really wanted to become a Jedi, to protect people, make his parents proud of him, well there was a silver lining in just that when he had been approached by a Republic recruitment officer. It offered him the same opportunity to protect people like the Jedi would, just without the force and the Jedi's signature weapon, but that didn't bother him too much, and with great enthusiasm, he accepted and began his training as a Republic soldier.
This he excelled at much better than being the Jedi and since he had some control of the force, he used it to improve himself in his training, something that his superiors took great notice at and made sure to keep track of his progress.
When his training finally ended, he was sent to multiple planets during his early career, usually to defend them against pirates or bandits or whomever was causing a disruption to the locals. It didn't take him long to quickly ascend through the rankings, first a specialist, then a corporal, as well as a sergeant and lieutenant. After a few short years thanks to his valor and strategic mind, he was promoted to captain, though his greatest achievement was during the final years of the conflict with Exar Kun and the Sith. A plan to bomb multiple bases simultaneously to allow a final push against the Sith and win the war for the Republic, however, as they were returning back with the rest of their unit, they were ambushed by some Sith, pinning them down near the still close to the target sight.
It was clear that the troops still left alive would be killed by the blast should they not make it out in time and despite being ordered to retreat back and meet up with the main army, he ignored it and convinced the men that were still with him to go back for the others, the Republic may have been willing to sacrifice a few of their own troops but he wouldn't.
By the time he arrived back where the rest of his unit was, two had been injured, he quickly set up defensive position with other half of the unit he brought back, dispatching a lot ambush troops. The fighting to get the others and fall back was taking too much time and soon the final seconds were counting down on timer located on his wrist. Swiftly he ordered a retreat of all his men when an opening had been made, seemed like they were going to make it until one soldier in his unit got hit in the leg, causing her to collapse to the ground.
She had told him to go on without her, but he just couldn't do that and used the force to sprint back to her, lifting her up into his arms and then started to run, just as the bomb detonated, the explosion quickly catching up to them, faster and faster until it was clear they wouldn't make it and using what little external command of the force he had, threw her to the other troopers that were just outside the blast radius. They caught her, however Leon got caught in the explosion, sending him flying in the air, leaving him battered and bloodied.
He awoke in the hospital, only to discover the blast of the explosion had taken his right arm off and it had been replaced with a cybernetic prosthetic, that didn't bother him too much however when he discovered that they had won the war and all his troops had made it back alive as well. Because of this act of bravery and selflessness, he was given a promotion to Major and that's currently where he's at now, though he doesn't know what the future has in store for him or his military career, he no doubt will answer the call, should another conflict arise again.
Personality:
Leon enjoys his free time either training his muscles or his weapon skills, feeling that he needs to be prepared at all times, just in case a conflict should arise again. In addition to that he enjoying going for the occasional swim when he's feeling stressed out. His biggest put off however would be military paper work which he seems to be doing more now than when he was still a foot soldier and takes any opportunity he can to avoid it. He also is strong-willed and blindly loyal to the Republic, willing to not only fight for the Republic, but die for it, as well as it's citizens.
Leon's sense of humor is a slightly dry thanks to his time in the military, but he can eventually let loose and enjoy the companies of both his equals and his subordinates.
Leon's emotional state at the moment is relaxed, yet slightly on alert, he still hasn't forgotten the conflict with Exar Kun and the Sith, not to mention the men and women he served with that had unfortunately not made it back from the war.
Leon is well known by a lot of military personnel both his superiors and inferiors, mostly for he strategic capabilities, new plans that made an impossible task possible as well as his compassion for leaving no man or woman behind during war. As a result of that, many respect him and aspire to be just like him, being an idol for others in the future.
As mentioned before, Leon his strong-willed as well as loyal, but he's also patient with tasks given to him, even if sometimes he'd rather act first than wait for orders to be given, though can sometimes be judgmental of his superior's plans if he feels that they're ineffective or inefficent.
Thanks to his time in the military, he's able to pick up on the small details going on around him, though can sometimes been too focused and miss the greater picture that the small pieces make.
Leon will always try to do what's right, both for all the planets the Republic controls as well as the Republic herself, even at rare times taking actions that would harm innocents in benefit of the Republic.
Because of how early on in his career, Leon picked up a few languages, such as Binary (Droid's language), Bothese, Huttese and Rodese.
He's slightly strict yet easy going, willing to relax back when given the time but isn't afraid to put people in their place if he feels that their distracted from the task at hand.
Though Leon says that he's fine with his military career and honestly is happy with it, he still yearns to be apart of the Jedi and the Order, sometimes thinking about practicing his skill so that it improves enough to where he feels he can return to complete his training. It showing when small objects begin to float around him, seemingly unaware of the situation until someone breaks him from his thoughts, result in the objects abruptly dropping back down.
Leon's hobbies include training exercises, reading to improve his knowledge, as well as cooking on occasion, something he's fairly good at.
Leon's current ambition is to continue his progress through his military career, trying to achieve the highest rank possible for him, though he knows this is a difficult task in of itself as his superiors though impressed with him, no doubt feels he's unsuitable for their ranks at his current age. His second ambition he's striving for though isn't as focused on is improving his ability with the force in order join the Jedi Order again and become a knight.
Skills/Abilities:
Leon has basic lightsaber training, which translates well to his basic mastery with almost any bladed weapon, being it a lightsaber or something else.
He is proficient with his force abilities that allow him to enhance his physical attribute, however if he uses them for too long of an extended period, the strain can start to take it's toll on his body and leave him in a weakened state.
Though Leon is a Major, he prefers being in the trenches with his troops, fighting along side them rather than issuing orders from behind a desk.
Leon's specialties includes computer slicing, he's an excellent pilot as well as being proficient with any blaster or rifle.
Leon is a fairly skilled person, but even he isn't without his faults, including being poor with explosives and physical locks, opting to shoot obstructions in his way rather than trying to waste time tampering with such things.
Name: Markus Bionte
Race: Human
Age: 39
Sex: Male
Jedi rank Knight
Theme Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-bzWSJG93P8 ( someone had to do it right?)
Appearance:
Markus has the usual height of a human. his eyes are dark brown and almost always wears his armor. even when out of combat. His hair is nicely combed backwards and his beard is also kept in pristine condition. And when he somehow would not wear his armor he would be wearing a normal robe like any Jedi.
Markus can barely remember his parents as he was taken away from them from a very young age. Though reports suggest that he was born to two slave parents on the planet Zygerria. And was discovered to have force powers at a very young age. His parents, seeing the possibility for there son to have a better chance in live where able to smuggle him of planet. thanks to a group of smugglers who helped freeing slaves, for a price of course. His live now free of slavery Markus was dropped of on Dantooine and was trained in the ways of the force.
As he grew it was quickly noticed that Markus had a knack in sword fighting becoming one of the best of his class. His force abilities where average if not sometimes a little below average. But not that below average that it turned out to be a problem during training. Markus loved to learn about history and sword fighting. Watching old holovids about history and ancient sword fighting techniques. Mostly such things would be appreciated by the Jedi masters but when Markus started looking into sith history a little too much. He was forbidden for visiting the library and that the knowledge he oh so much desired would be delivered to him. Too make sure what he learned wasn't corrupting in any sort of manner.
Markus, being rather miffed about this sighed and accepted it. Considering the fact that maybe learning too much wouldn't be for the better. But at the age of 18 his boring life at the temple would finally change. He was given a human female master by the name of Telera Hasew. At first the two couldn't stand each other because of there different personalities. And Telera was at the point of sending Markus back to the temple But through sheer luck she didn't and kept Markus at her side. There first mission are just boring patrols through the outer rim helping whoever they found to be in need. However it wasn't until Markus reached the age of 20 when there first actual mission would begin.
It all started when they received a distress call from the planet Zygerria. Apparently there was a major slave revolt going on and the slaves had captured a communication tower begging for help. The duo immediately responded hoping to save as many slaves as possible. But when they arrived in orbit around the planet they where shocked to see an entire battle going on planet side. Apparently the slaves where able to get there hands on some major firepower and what first had looked like like and easy rescue mission had turned into small scale war. Telera wanted to warn the Jedi council but before she got the chance they where shot down. Apparently the Zygerrian slave traders had gotten word of the slaves, broadcasting for help. And in there paranoid ways decided to shoot down everything that got to close. This including the Jedi's ship. However instead of exploding the ship crash landed into the middle of the fighting. Markus and Telera, now stuck in a war zone decided that it was in there interest to find a ship, get of planet and warn the Jedi council.
And so they fought against the slave traders cutting there way into the spaceport. However there they faced the most deadly force a Jedi could face, Mandalorians mercenaries. There where six of them well trained and deadly.
But behind them stood the ship that would get them out of this hellhole. The fight hat followed would be the hardest one Markus would ever face. For an entire hour they fought on the spaceport using whatever methods he has learned to fight them off. Then Telera was killed. A sword right through here gut. The anger that flowed through Markus that day is said to have been as great as a supernova. In his blind rage he killed them all. But he went even further. His blood lust still not fulfilled he jumped back into the killing field killing both sides, rampaging though uncontrollably. That was until he faced a certain old man with a sniper rifle. For two days the two played cat and mouse with each other. Until the sniper got himself cornerd on a rooftop. Markus ready to bring the finishing blow looked into the man's old eyes. and then he realized something. The man he had been fighting wasn't a random slave. It was his father.
The sudden realization put him out of his rage. The two looking at each other for a few seconds until his father not having realized that this now full grown man was his son fired his rifle almost hitting Markus. Markus then fled the rooftop leaving the old man confused and alone. Makrus made his way towards the spaceport hoping that the ship was still there, which it was to his surprise. He then fled the planet send a single message towards the council about the attack and then just disapeard for years. He was to shamed by what he had done to come back to the temple and simply isolated himself. That was till he heard the whispers of a war about to begin. After 19 years of isolation. He now travels with all haste towards Dantooine hoping to aid his fellow Jedi once again.
Personality:
Likes: food, reading, light saber combat, history, drinking and music, meditation, sun bathing and swimming.
Dislikes: gambling, mandalorians, slave traders, bounty hunters and flying his ship. ( he cant fly for crap)
Markus'es sense of humor is very dry and sarcastic.
Emotional state is currently regretful and ashamed with a flurry of anger. Hard to break considering he has seen the worst since his exile and is used to it.
What is your character’s reputation?: Markus has no reputation since he made himself disapear into nothingness. Everyone actually thinks he is dead.
Status exiled Jedi knight
Virtues: brave, honorable, patient ,intelligent, trustworthy, strategic and protective
Vices: Judgmental, restless, hard to trust, resentful.
Perception of the world: Markus sees the world in a very pessimistic view. Only seeing the bad in everything. With live being more of a struggle than a journey. Then again he also believes that some people still have some good in them even though they rarely show it to others.
has a low sense of morality. doing what it takes to get the job done.
Markus knows 4 languages currently and isn't interested in learning any more at this time.
Attitude: cold, and sarcastic
Markus'es greatest secret is that ever since he was forbidden for searching up history on the Sith he has been actually doing it in secret.
Quirks: For being such an isolated Jedi for years he still has not learned to behave to the proper code of conduct. Cutting through someone talking and a just rather respect less behavior all together. Also since his time of long isolation he has started talking to himself. Much to his own annoyance. He has also started to drink too much sometimes even being somewhat of a drunk. Though he always drinks alone and never shares a drink with anyone. Though when he is drunk he will start to feel sorry for himself and even start to cry.
Hobbies: He likes to practice his light saber skills, and learn a lot more over the dark side of the force. Which is something he does not wish to join but to just learn.
His main goal is to make up for what he did on Zygerria. His second is too aid the jedi in the war to come and his third objective is to protect those in regiment.
Dreams Makrus dreams of being able to find inner peace within himself and to never fall to the dark side. Even though he walks such an uncertain path.
Skills/Abilities:
Markus has always focused more on light saber combat than actual force powers usually only using them in combat to give himself a better advantage over his opponents. Markus has been practicing the 8 ways of light saber combat mastering the ways of niman. and being an expert in Soresu In his last years before returning home to the temple he was able to obtain a crude way of the combat forms of gem sho and Juyo.
as for force powers he is an expert in force push and force pull but that is mostly it. Beside that he is also able to pull mind tricks on other alien species. He also has a knack for survival considering the fact that he has lived on his lonesome for some years. However he is horrible at flying his spaceship having crashed his on numerable occasion. Beside that he struggles to fix even the most simple of machinery. He also has a lack of power in the force which is why he started focusing on light saber combat in the first place.
Race: Human
Age: 39
Sex: Male
Jedi rank Knight
Theme Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-bzWSJG93P8 ( someone had to do it right?)
Appearance:
Markus can barely remember his parents as he was taken away from them from a very young age. Though reports suggest that he was born to two slave parents on the planet Zygerria. And was discovered to have force powers at a very young age. His parents, seeing the possibility for there son to have a better chance in live where able to smuggle him of planet. thanks to a group of smugglers who helped freeing slaves, for a price of course. His live now free of slavery Markus was dropped of on Dantooine and was trained in the ways of the force.
As he grew it was quickly noticed that Markus had a knack in sword fighting becoming one of the best of his class. His force abilities where average if not sometimes a little below average. But not that below average that it turned out to be a problem during training. Markus loved to learn about history and sword fighting. Watching old holovids about history and ancient sword fighting techniques. Mostly such things would be appreciated by the Jedi masters but when Markus started looking into sith history a little too much. He was forbidden for visiting the library and that the knowledge he oh so much desired would be delivered to him. Too make sure what he learned wasn't corrupting in any sort of manner.
Markus, being rather miffed about this sighed and accepted it. Considering the fact that maybe learning too much wouldn't be for the better. But at the age of 18 his boring life at the temple would finally change. He was given a human female master by the name of Telera Hasew. At first the two couldn't stand each other because of there different personalities. And Telera was at the point of sending Markus back to the temple But through sheer luck she didn't and kept Markus at her side. There first mission are just boring patrols through the outer rim helping whoever they found to be in need. However it wasn't until Markus reached the age of 20 when there first actual mission would begin.
It all started when they received a distress call from the planet Zygerria. Apparently there was a major slave revolt going on and the slaves had captured a communication tower begging for help. The duo immediately responded hoping to save as many slaves as possible. But when they arrived in orbit around the planet they where shocked to see an entire battle going on planet side. Apparently the slaves where able to get there hands on some major firepower and what first had looked like like and easy rescue mission had turned into small scale war. Telera wanted to warn the Jedi council but before she got the chance they where shot down. Apparently the Zygerrian slave traders had gotten word of the slaves, broadcasting for help. And in there paranoid ways decided to shoot down everything that got to close. This including the Jedi's ship. However instead of exploding the ship crash landed into the middle of the fighting. Markus and Telera, now stuck in a war zone decided that it was in there interest to find a ship, get of planet and warn the Jedi council.
And so they fought against the slave traders cutting there way into the spaceport. However there they faced the most deadly force a Jedi could face, Mandalorians mercenaries. There where six of them well trained and deadly.
But behind them stood the ship that would get them out of this hellhole. The fight hat followed would be the hardest one Markus would ever face. For an entire hour they fought on the spaceport using whatever methods he has learned to fight them off. Then Telera was killed. A sword right through here gut. The anger that flowed through Markus that day is said to have been as great as a supernova. In his blind rage he killed them all. But he went even further. His blood lust still not fulfilled he jumped back into the killing field killing both sides, rampaging though uncontrollably. That was until he faced a certain old man with a sniper rifle. For two days the two played cat and mouse with each other. Until the sniper got himself cornerd on a rooftop. Markus ready to bring the finishing blow looked into the man's old eyes. and then he realized something. The man he had been fighting wasn't a random slave. It was his father.
The sudden realization put him out of his rage. The two looking at each other for a few seconds until his father not having realized that this now full grown man was his son fired his rifle almost hitting Markus. Markus then fled the rooftop leaving the old man confused and alone. Makrus made his way towards the spaceport hoping that the ship was still there, which it was to his surprise. He then fled the planet send a single message towards the council about the attack and then just disapeard for years. He was to shamed by what he had done to come back to the temple and simply isolated himself. That was till he heard the whispers of a war about to begin. After 19 years of isolation. He now travels with all haste towards Dantooine hoping to aid his fellow Jedi once again.
Personality:
Likes: food, reading, light saber combat, history, drinking and music, meditation, sun bathing and swimming.
Dislikes: gambling, mandalorians, slave traders, bounty hunters and flying his ship. ( he cant fly for crap)
Markus'es sense of humor is very dry and sarcastic.
Emotional state is currently regretful and ashamed with a flurry of anger. Hard to break considering he has seen the worst since his exile and is used to it.
What is your character’s reputation?: Markus has no reputation since he made himself disapear into nothingness. Everyone actually thinks he is dead.
Status exiled Jedi knight
Virtues: brave, honorable, patient ,intelligent, trustworthy, strategic and protective
Vices: Judgmental, restless, hard to trust, resentful.
Perception of the world: Markus sees the world in a very pessimistic view. Only seeing the bad in everything. With live being more of a struggle than a journey. Then again he also believes that some people still have some good in them even though they rarely show it to others.
has a low sense of morality. doing what it takes to get the job done.
Markus knows 4 languages currently and isn't interested in learning any more at this time.
Attitude: cold, and sarcastic
Markus'es greatest secret is that ever since he was forbidden for searching up history on the Sith he has been actually doing it in secret.
Quirks: For being such an isolated Jedi for years he still has not learned to behave to the proper code of conduct. Cutting through someone talking and a just rather respect less behavior all together. Also since his time of long isolation he has started talking to himself. Much to his own annoyance. He has also started to drink too much sometimes even being somewhat of a drunk. Though he always drinks alone and never shares a drink with anyone. Though when he is drunk he will start to feel sorry for himself and even start to cry.
Hobbies: He likes to practice his light saber skills, and learn a lot more over the dark side of the force. Which is something he does not wish to join but to just learn.
His main goal is to make up for what he did on Zygerria. His second is too aid the jedi in the war to come and his third objective is to protect those in regiment.
Dreams Makrus dreams of being able to find inner peace within himself and to never fall to the dark side. Even though he walks such an uncertain path.
Skills/Abilities:
Markus has always focused more on light saber combat than actual force powers usually only using them in combat to give himself a better advantage over his opponents. Markus has been practicing the 8 ways of light saber combat mastering the ways of niman. and being an expert in Soresu In his last years before returning home to the temple he was able to obtain a crude way of the combat forms of gem sho and Juyo.
as for force powers he is an expert in force push and force pull but that is mostly it. Beside that he is also able to pull mind tricks on other alien species. He also has a knack for survival considering the fact that he has lived on his lonesome for some years. However he is horrible at flying his spaceship having crashed his on numerable occasion. Beside that he struggles to fix even the most simple of machinery. He also has a lack of power in the force which is why he started focusing on light saber combat in the first place.
Basic Information
Name: Kujata vil Turazi
Age: 38
Sex: Male
Jedi Rank: Padawan/-Knight-/Master
Lightsaber Type: Single bladed lightsaber, red crystal.
Theme Song (first time I've done one of these!): youtube.com/watch?v=-sSbkA-xd7M
Appearance
Kujata is on the taller side of the human average but not monstrously so. He bears the heavy muscles of a man who keeps in shape and is no stranger to combat; his skin bears the marks of many battles narrowly won to back up the suggestion of his frame. He is dark-skinned and of amber eye, with little in the way of hair. Young though he is, there are faint glimmers of grey at the temples of his ill-kempt raven hair, and it dots the scraggly black beard that engulfs his jaw as well.
He often eschews the “humble” attire of the Jedi Order and instead dresses in accordance with whichever world he's recently spent the most time on. More often than not that ensemble comes with some manner of cloak, but failing that then his attire leans towards open and breezy outfits that would not interfere with his range of mobility. He possesses very few personal items, and limits the ones he carries on him to an old, weathered datapad and a trio of lightsabers that hang from the thick, worn belt at his waist.
One of these lightsabers is a thing of midnight hue and deadly, elegant grace – his personal lightsaber. The other two show signs of great care but general disuse, and they almost never leave his side. The last of his personal items is a belt pouch full of scraps of cloth traced with curving script. These, he does not share.
History
Born to a family of adequate means, Kujata never wanted for much in his childhood. The world he called home – Rith – was an old one, buried in vast, ancient stone buildings and aggressive vegetation that would see all that moulding history claimed beneath its embrace. A place of calm and meditation with little in the way of interaction with the galaxy at large. Some would consider the world well-suited to study and reflection, but others would look past the surface to see a humble truth – only a handful of cities support life amidst the endless ruins and jungle, whilst the rest serves as the tomb of a civilization lost to time.
It was only pure happenstance that Rajak's life would ever veer from the slow march towards a death upon the planet of his birth. A Jedi Knight – pulled far off course and seeking refuge from a band of wayward pirates – called upon the port of Rith and was welcomed grudgingly to the surface. There she spent time amidst the locals and toured their flickering libraries and crumbling ruins, fascinated by a glimpse at a history and distance impossible to fathom in a galaxy increasingly interconnected and drawing ever smaller around her.
This Knight, a twi'lek named Terzeh'halam, took to using young Kujata's father as a guide in and around the city. It was not long before she realized that her guide's son was strong in the Force and a good candidate for tutelage. After long discussions that went far above Kujata's head it was agreed that he would be trained, and Kujata's ties to his old life summarily severed.
Life was as life is amongst the halls of Coruscant. Never making a name for himself nor socializing much with his peers, Kujata nevertheless proved himself a willing and capable student. When the time came for a Knight to claim him as a Padawan it was Terzeh who came calling, thinking of herself more a mother to the young boy than anything else. The pair of them spent a great deal of time engaged in exploration and Outer Rim diplomacy and young Kujata grew up quickly in that environment.
But the true test came during his eighteenth year, when the galaxy was consumed by the grasp of darkness and the horror of a war of deep ideologies and truly impossible proportion. The Great Sith War was one he and his master could not avoid, and so were drawn inexorably in to a scale of conflict that Kujata had never dreamt of encountering beyond the books that filled his datapad. Before the final curtain fell on the brutal play he lost not just his master, but most of those he'd ever cared about. Where once he'd had a buoyancy to him, a lightness of being, there was left instead a dark thing, a hateful thing possessed of memories no child that young should see. Of deeds that stained his hands red.
His survival and subsequent damage was a vexation to those in the higher offices of the Temple. With care and patience he was led back from the brink of the madness that gripped him and – for lack of a better task suited to his skills in war and violence – was assigned the task of assisting in the purge of Exar Kun's faithful, wherever they hid. Gradually the hunt was set aside and Kujata – along with those like him – were reassigned to other places, far from one another and from the places of learning at which they might influence the young Jedi within.
And so for a great deal of time Kujata has wandered the Outer Rim, living again the life he once had with his old master. Serving the Temple through words and striving to keep to the ways of peace, to the ways of balance. But scars never fully heal, and the damage done will never fade. It is a living thing, a constant reminder, a memory that aches in him and one he cannot bear to part with … for to part with the memory of the darkness is to part with the memory of the light within it, and the sacrificed made by those he loved.
Very soon the edge he walks will grow thinner. Soon he will once again be faced with a conflict of unimaginable scale, and all that he was will vie with all that he is, and who he will become remains to be seen.
Personality
Kujata is a man defined by a time in history, and has lived the course of his years in reaction to it. War has an immense impact on the young who live through it (or fight within it), and Kujata is no exception. As such he can sometimes be withdrawn though rarely cruel or abrasive. He works best in a situation without much oversight and is inclined more towards violent solutions than peaceful, despite his fervent wish for it to be otherwise.
He was trained in and walks the path of the Sentinel, and tries his best to embody that balance. Despite this lofty calling and his quest towards the perfection of the self, he rarely succeeds in controlling his inclinations towards isolation and disdain towards those unwilling to think and listen.
It should also be said of him that despite his service record and the deeds he has done for the Temple, he has been asked to recuse himself from the selection of a padawan, cut off from the natural progression and growth that is inherent in the structure of the Jedi Order. It does not outwardly bother him, but feeds the darker thoughts that he wrestles with in the depths of his mind. Merely one more flaw laid upon him, and he has yet to determine how to take it.
The isolation afforded by his remote postings do serve as something of a balm to him, however, so he takes the good with the ill. In being so far from home and rarely in direct personal contact with those of his Order, he often finds himself slipping here and there from the rigid precepts of the Temple, and often allows himself vices that a Jedi Knight ought not to indulge. Amongst these is an affection for fine wines and the various intoxicants supplied by the galaxy's less civilized worlds.
Likes: Quiet, flutes, the color pink, rain on a summer morning, the hum of a ship in motion, the taste of mulled wine, the scent of places long lost to the passage of civilization, thoughts below the surface, victory.
Dislikes: Pretension, the faithful, those who cannot embrace contradiction, wool, being the focus of attention, closed minds, swimming, ranged combat.
Skills / Abilities
Kujata is fairly strong in the Force but weighs its use heavily, having seen first-hand what reliance upon it can unleash. There is a great deal of fear in him for the temptation of power that surges with connecting one's self to the world, and even the Light carries a risk in his heart of hearts. As such he is technically skilled in the use of most of the generic forms and patterns of the Force, but not particularly comfortable using them. Only those he can rely on in battle are those he can summon at a moment's notice.
Beyond the Force as a tool, he also has a great deal of practice in mortal combat using lightsabers (and occasionally other edged weaponry). He whetted his blade on the battlefield has has triumphed over many capable warriors in his time, both during the war and in the decades since. He disdains ranged weaponry in most of its forms and is thus barely competent with them, though bowcasters do bring him some manner of joy that he can't properly express.
One use of the Force that Kujata cannot properly control is that which comes into play in conversations. He is not the most diplomatically minded individual but his words carry the weight of his connection to the world around him, and others tend to listen when he speaks. Though that depends a great deal on him having something of worth to say.
Strengths: Lightsaber swordsmanship, combat applications of the Force, preventing himself from getting dead-ed from social ineptness. He is a very aggressive duelist, and shows a complete willingness to go for the kill. He is also fairly well versed in stealth techniques and field repairs on simple to more complex devices.
Weaknesses: Sometimes overly self-reliant and wary of the Force, which slows his reactions when the Force is required. Cynical to the point of social aggression at times, which can bleed through into a quickness of action and the unleashing of violence when it's nowhere near the best solution. Very skilled with a blade but not very gifted in ranged combat, and he rarely wears any sort of armor.
Name:
Moryr Ruzim
Race:
Cathar
Age:
21
Sex:
Female
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Appearance:
Moryr’s appearance is like all Cathar very feline, her features generally smooth and lithe. She is athletic in build and her body is covered in a thin layer of fur which is a light shade of blue flecked with silvery sheens, generally an uncommon colour amongst her species. Her facial features are somewhat petite and occasionally her expression can be difficult to read, often her feelings hidden behind a somewhat stoic mask. Her eyes dominate her face, her feline iris and the deep orange colour piercingly clear in contrast to her complexion, often her gaze lingers and seems to be almost inscrutable in nature. Her smile can be somewhat unsettling too, her rather sharp looking fangs serving again to offset the more benign side of her appearance, especially if combined with the appearance of her retractable claws. Her hair is long and kept carefully groomed, the silvery-white sheen of her coat dominating the colour of her hair rather than the bluish tints seen elsewhere.
Background/History:
Moryr was born on the lush homeworld planet of her people, Cathar, which is located in the Outer Rim Territories. She lived a life of relative norm amongst her people, one of many siblings that resided in one of the colossal tree-cities that dominate the planet – born to a strong spiritual leader of her people. Though she has precious few memories of this time she looks fondly back on the time spent amongst her litter-mates and parents before it was discovered that she was force-sensitive and was sent as a hopeful to join the illustrious Jedi Order, leaving behind all that she had known to begin her training.
Raised as a youngling amongst the Jedi at the Temple on Coruscant she quickly distinguished herself as one of the more promising initiates before passing the initiate tests and progressing to the level of Padawan, ever eager to increase her skills and knowledge of both the force and the Jedi Order. She was intelligent, quick and followed instructions well. She eventually became a Padawan under the Jedi Knight Mudarr Mushig, another Cathar who was both many years her elder and also a very skilled Jedi in his own respect. Over several years the bond between the pair grew strong and her training progressed swiftly as the duo resolved a number of small conflicts throughout the republic and Moryr grew into a more than capable Jedi in training under his apprenticeship. She excelled in both sabre combat and in use of the force to the point to which she and her master both felt she would be ready to undertake the trails at what was considered quite a young age to do so, however both through an unspoken agreement did not wish for their partnership to end and so simply continued to work as master and padawan for several years longer despite the relative plateau of her abilities. It was over this period that they both came to realise the true extent of their feelings for one another despite the relative age difference and unsuitability of such a romantic pairing. Despite this they both continued to work together, never acting upon the feelings other than to share in each other’s companies for as long as they could and share in a mutual desire to better the galaxy. It was through the immensely positive results they obtained in their missions and the fact that they in no way consummated their feelings for one another that they were able to convince themselves that they were not breaking the Jedi code and could still do much good together, a fact they were all too aware many other members of the order would not agree with.
This lasted up until several weeks ago, upon their return to Coruscant they were directly questioned about the progression of her training and so Mudarr could no longer deny the truth of her progression and admitted that she was more than ready for the trails. The Council sensed that there was more to this deception than the pair offered on the surface and so immediately split them up before interrogating them more closely on the nature of their bond and missions together. The Council’s initial anger and disappointment subsided after it become clear that the pair had not acted upon their feelings in any way, deciding that Moryr would be allowed to continue her training providing she did not work with Mudarr again in the future (they were aware of the life-long bonds that Cathar often formed, mating for life and so were not overly concerned about another such incident happening again in the future). She passed her trails despite the sorrow that she felt knowing that she would no longer be able to travel and learn from Mudarr, though respected in the council’s decision and vowed to them she would not deviate from the teachings of the order again, no matter how slight or seemingly harmless she considered it may be.
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Personality:
Moryr naturally has an inquisitive and wandering personality, sometimes finding it difficult to understand the necessity for restraint or the more restricting of the rules - that being said this aspect of her personality was quickly refined by her Jedi teachers and she has developed with a steadfast respect for the rules and abides by them to the letter in practically every regard, even if within she still finds herself questioning the reasoning behind certain decisions. Her inquisitive nature fuelled a fierce desire for learning and experiences that has thus far only been tempered only by the huge amount of suffering she has so far encountered in her travels, having developed quite the dislike for all evil and cruelty and those who deal in them.
Moryr prefers to act as an agent of the Jedi resolving disputes with little other than the force and her sharp tongue, finding many situations can be fixed with other little than a fair compromise or quick witted plan reinforced by her abilities. That being said however she certainly does not shy away from the use of her lightsaber when necessary and enjoys the physical prowess and high level of proficiency she has accomplished in her training with Mudarr, whom himself is a master duellist.
Moryr until very recently was certain in her every action, finding her hand driven as if by the force itself, the wisest course of action always presenting itself to her keen eyes. Since her parting with her master Mudarr though she has found her confidence somewhat eroded and has found her previous zeal and ambitions quite diminished – though she is attempting to take these feelings within her stride.
She is fond of social situations, more than happy to take part in some gathering or event, even if this usually is simply a means to an end during a mission. Happy to make a joke or keep her general dealings with others as pleasant and uplifting as possible, she tends to avoid darker moods where able due to a slight tendency to dwell on the darkness that seems to reside within so many individuals, at the worst of times causing her to question the meaning behind many things and her general purpose. That said she finds strength in the Jedi code and will not shirk away from asking a more experienced member of the order to explain things to her, relaying on the guidance of those more experienced than she is when necessary.
Currently she finds herself out of her usual comfort zone entirely, for the last several years she has known nothing beyond the constant companionship of Mudarr and finding herself without her mentor has left her stumbling for purpose and without direct guidance.
Moryr has little reputation, having spent the majority of her years away from many of her peers. That being said she until recently was known amongst the council as a very promising student under a very promising master, however such thoughts and feelings are now much more conflicted. Few in the council supported harsher punishments for the pair, but the majority were willing to overlook their mistakes in light of their successes. She now sits in a position that entails her actions being watched closely, and she is more than sure the council will take a very measured action in her next mission.
Moryr can be naive at times, seeking the best in people and situations where she can. She wants to believe in the innate goodness of life, however at the worst of times she struggles with this belief and can be prone to allowing others take advantage of her. That being said if such a situation were to arise and she to discover she had been manipulated for any less than upstanding purpose her response would need to be carefully measured less she lose herself within her emotions and feelings.
Altogether she has generally a well-rounded feeling of herself and what she wants, however in truth this feeling only extends so far and there is still much within the young Jedi that remains undecided, even moreso with recent events.
Moryr speaks several languages, including but not limited to Galactic basic, Binary, Huttese ,Cathar, Sullustes and Twi'leki. Each language she has picked up the basics quickly amongst her missions before studying them further, finding she has somewhat an affinity for languages and a thirst to learn more.
At the moment her main goal is to find her path amongst the Jedi, weather she will continue to act as an agent amongst the stars or remain on Coruscant amongst the archives she does not know.
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Skills/Abilities:
Moryr has yet to specialise within her training, unable and unwilling to focus on one sole element, though thus far she is leaning towards the councillor route. This has led her to have a broad if not somewhat limited level of skill with both the force and her lightsaber, though her natural affinity with the force and athleticism seems to allow her a greater degree of duelling skill than is considered average for such a new Jedi Knight and she frequently could hold her own against Mudarr.
Her abilities outside of the Jedi skillset are very limited, her skills with computers and electronics being extremely lacking. Also she knows practically nothing about engineering or piloting a space vessel and has no intention to learn such skills, feeling that her focus should be solely on the ways of the force.
Moryr is somewhat skilled in the majority of force powers with the notable exception of healing abilities, for some reason the skill always evading her much to her frustration. She is skilled in using the force to dominate the minds of weaker individuals, though she uses this sparingly knowing that the ability to control another’s mind does not come lightly no matter the situation. She is somewhat proficient in many of the more ‘passive’ force abilities, especially those that assist her when in combat such as using Force Aura, Force Valor and Burst of Speed when the occasion calls for it.
Offensively she is proficient in both Force push and pull, though often she instead uses her more passive abilities augmented with her lightsaber when the need for combat arises. She fights defensively more so than aggressively though always keeps her true purpose and objective clear in mind, not letting the heat of battle draw her into an unnecessary or prolonged fight where possible. That being said she does enjoy the thrilling feelings that accompany battle and the righteousness that comes with striking down the enemies of the Jedi, something she tries to keep as minimal as possible.
Moryr Ruzim
Race:
Cathar
Age:
21
Sex:
Female
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Appearance:
Moryr’s appearance is like all Cathar very feline, her features generally smooth and lithe. She is athletic in build and her body is covered in a thin layer of fur which is a light shade of blue flecked with silvery sheens, generally an uncommon colour amongst her species. Her facial features are somewhat petite and occasionally her expression can be difficult to read, often her feelings hidden behind a somewhat stoic mask. Her eyes dominate her face, her feline iris and the deep orange colour piercingly clear in contrast to her complexion, often her gaze lingers and seems to be almost inscrutable in nature. Her smile can be somewhat unsettling too, her rather sharp looking fangs serving again to offset the more benign side of her appearance, especially if combined with the appearance of her retractable claws. Her hair is long and kept carefully groomed, the silvery-white sheen of her coat dominating the colour of her hair rather than the bluish tints seen elsewhere.
Background/History:
Moryr was born on the lush homeworld planet of her people, Cathar, which is located in the Outer Rim Territories. She lived a life of relative norm amongst her people, one of many siblings that resided in one of the colossal tree-cities that dominate the planet – born to a strong spiritual leader of her people. Though she has precious few memories of this time she looks fondly back on the time spent amongst her litter-mates and parents before it was discovered that she was force-sensitive and was sent as a hopeful to join the illustrious Jedi Order, leaving behind all that she had known to begin her training.
Raised as a youngling amongst the Jedi at the Temple on Coruscant she quickly distinguished herself as one of the more promising initiates before passing the initiate tests and progressing to the level of Padawan, ever eager to increase her skills and knowledge of both the force and the Jedi Order. She was intelligent, quick and followed instructions well. She eventually became a Padawan under the Jedi Knight Mudarr Mushig, another Cathar who was both many years her elder and also a very skilled Jedi in his own respect. Over several years the bond between the pair grew strong and her training progressed swiftly as the duo resolved a number of small conflicts throughout the republic and Moryr grew into a more than capable Jedi in training under his apprenticeship. She excelled in both sabre combat and in use of the force to the point to which she and her master both felt she would be ready to undertake the trails at what was considered quite a young age to do so, however both through an unspoken agreement did not wish for their partnership to end and so simply continued to work as master and padawan for several years longer despite the relative plateau of her abilities. It was over this period that they both came to realise the true extent of their feelings for one another despite the relative age difference and unsuitability of such a romantic pairing. Despite this they both continued to work together, never acting upon the feelings other than to share in each other’s companies for as long as they could and share in a mutual desire to better the galaxy. It was through the immensely positive results they obtained in their missions and the fact that they in no way consummated their feelings for one another that they were able to convince themselves that they were not breaking the Jedi code and could still do much good together, a fact they were all too aware many other members of the order would not agree with.
This lasted up until several weeks ago, upon their return to Coruscant they were directly questioned about the progression of her training and so Mudarr could no longer deny the truth of her progression and admitted that she was more than ready for the trails. The Council sensed that there was more to this deception than the pair offered on the surface and so immediately split them up before interrogating them more closely on the nature of their bond and missions together. The Council’s initial anger and disappointment subsided after it become clear that the pair had not acted upon their feelings in any way, deciding that Moryr would be allowed to continue her training providing she did not work with Mudarr again in the future (they were aware of the life-long bonds that Cathar often formed, mating for life and so were not overly concerned about another such incident happening again in the future). She passed her trails despite the sorrow that she felt knowing that she would no longer be able to travel and learn from Mudarr, though respected in the council’s decision and vowed to them she would not deviate from the teachings of the order again, no matter how slight or seemingly harmless she considered it may be.
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Personality:
Moryr naturally has an inquisitive and wandering personality, sometimes finding it difficult to understand the necessity for restraint or the more restricting of the rules - that being said this aspect of her personality was quickly refined by her Jedi teachers and she has developed with a steadfast respect for the rules and abides by them to the letter in practically every regard, even if within she still finds herself questioning the reasoning behind certain decisions. Her inquisitive nature fuelled a fierce desire for learning and experiences that has thus far only been tempered only by the huge amount of suffering she has so far encountered in her travels, having developed quite the dislike for all evil and cruelty and those who deal in them.
Moryr prefers to act as an agent of the Jedi resolving disputes with little other than the force and her sharp tongue, finding many situations can be fixed with other little than a fair compromise or quick witted plan reinforced by her abilities. That being said however she certainly does not shy away from the use of her lightsaber when necessary and enjoys the physical prowess and high level of proficiency she has accomplished in her training with Mudarr, whom himself is a master duellist.
Moryr until very recently was certain in her every action, finding her hand driven as if by the force itself, the wisest course of action always presenting itself to her keen eyes. Since her parting with her master Mudarr though she has found her confidence somewhat eroded and has found her previous zeal and ambitions quite diminished – though she is attempting to take these feelings within her stride.
She is fond of social situations, more than happy to take part in some gathering or event, even if this usually is simply a means to an end during a mission. Happy to make a joke or keep her general dealings with others as pleasant and uplifting as possible, she tends to avoid darker moods where able due to a slight tendency to dwell on the darkness that seems to reside within so many individuals, at the worst of times causing her to question the meaning behind many things and her general purpose. That said she finds strength in the Jedi code and will not shirk away from asking a more experienced member of the order to explain things to her, relaying on the guidance of those more experienced than she is when necessary.
Currently she finds herself out of her usual comfort zone entirely, for the last several years she has known nothing beyond the constant companionship of Mudarr and finding herself without her mentor has left her stumbling for purpose and without direct guidance.
Moryr has little reputation, having spent the majority of her years away from many of her peers. That being said she until recently was known amongst the council as a very promising student under a very promising master, however such thoughts and feelings are now much more conflicted. Few in the council supported harsher punishments for the pair, but the majority were willing to overlook their mistakes in light of their successes. She now sits in a position that entails her actions being watched closely, and she is more than sure the council will take a very measured action in her next mission.
Moryr can be naive at times, seeking the best in people and situations where she can. She wants to believe in the innate goodness of life, however at the worst of times she struggles with this belief and can be prone to allowing others take advantage of her. That being said if such a situation were to arise and she to discover she had been manipulated for any less than upstanding purpose her response would need to be carefully measured less she lose herself within her emotions and feelings.
Altogether she has generally a well-rounded feeling of herself and what she wants, however in truth this feeling only extends so far and there is still much within the young Jedi that remains undecided, even moreso with recent events.
Moryr speaks several languages, including but not limited to Galactic basic, Binary, Huttese ,Cathar, Sullustes and Twi'leki. Each language she has picked up the basics quickly amongst her missions before studying them further, finding she has somewhat an affinity for languages and a thirst to learn more.
At the moment her main goal is to find her path amongst the Jedi, weather she will continue to act as an agent amongst the stars or remain on Coruscant amongst the archives she does not know.
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Skills/Abilities:
Moryr has yet to specialise within her training, unable and unwilling to focus on one sole element, though thus far she is leaning towards the councillor route. This has led her to have a broad if not somewhat limited level of skill with both the force and her lightsaber, though her natural affinity with the force and athleticism seems to allow her a greater degree of duelling skill than is considered average for such a new Jedi Knight and she frequently could hold her own against Mudarr.
Her abilities outside of the Jedi skillset are very limited, her skills with computers and electronics being extremely lacking. Also she knows practically nothing about engineering or piloting a space vessel and has no intention to learn such skills, feeling that her focus should be solely on the ways of the force.
Moryr is somewhat skilled in the majority of force powers with the notable exception of healing abilities, for some reason the skill always evading her much to her frustration. She is skilled in using the force to dominate the minds of weaker individuals, though she uses this sparingly knowing that the ability to control another’s mind does not come lightly no matter the situation. She is somewhat proficient in many of the more ‘passive’ force abilities, especially those that assist her when in combat such as using Force Aura, Force Valor and Burst of Speed when the occasion calls for it.
Offensively she is proficient in both Force push and pull, though often she instead uses her more passive abilities augmented with her lightsaber when the need for combat arises. She fights defensively more so than aggressively though always keeps her true purpose and objective clear in mind, not letting the heat of battle draw her into an unnecessary or prolonged fight where possible. That being said she does enjoy the thrilling feelings that accompany battle and the righteousness that comes with striking down the enemies of the Jedi, something she tries to keep as minimal as possible.
Name: Iri Asichi
Race: Pantoran
Age: 24
Sex: Female
Theme Song:
Appearance:
Iri has the notable appearance of her people, her blue skin and yellow eyes as well as gold markings on her face make her easily identifiable as a Pantoran. Her features are smooth and somewhat petite, often giving her face the expression of someone who is kind, innocent and perhaps naive, something that she uses to her advantage quite often. Her hair is dark violet and at a length just past her shoulders that somewhat overtakes her lean and athletic build, a build that she tries to keep thanks to it allowing her to be fast and agile. Her attire consists of a beige tunic with a dark brown robe over it, something that can make her body appear smaller than it really is.
Background/History:
Iri was born on Pantora, her parents worked in politics, hoping to become a senator and ambassador to help aid their people. During a visit to Alderaan for trade negotiations, Iri had been kidnapped and a ransom was placed to her parents which they quickly paid to get their daughter back, but when the time came for them to retrieve her, the person who had kidnapped her had sold her to the hutts already and ran off with the ransom; she was searched for to no avail.
Over the next few years she spent her life in servitude, going from master to master as she was constantly bought and sold by them, something that she severely hated and on multiple occasions planned escape with other slaves, but those never really worked out, at least for her. They would either be caught and she would take the blame so others did not have to suffer or she would help them escape first and then was recaptured before she could escape herself.
As more time passed, Iri's hope for escape dwindled and her spirit had been broken, her escape attempts slowed down until she was the perfect obedient slave that all of her masters had wanted from her but could never produce results save for the last one that purchased her. Iri was in her cage one night when a group of troopers along with a Jedi broke into the palace, sent in to rescue the other slaves as well as her; the Republic knew about the slavery, but they could do nothing about it officially since they did not control the planet she was on.
It seemed to be going well at first, she and the other slaves seemed like they were going to escape, however the palace guards surprised them and began to attack the Republic troops, cutting Iri off from the other slaves that were starting to be put on a transport ship; the Jedi hastily went into action, defending the troops as they got them onto the transport. Iri's hope started to fade once more however when some of the palace guards started to use shock whips on the Jedi, he easily avoided them at first, but they eventually overwhelmed him and shocked him to where he collapsed. She watched as they got their vibroswords out, ready to finish off the Jedi, she couldn't watch that happen, she knew if he died, she might not ever get out of there and extended her arms out as they were about to kill him, a burst of the force coming out and knocking away all the guards.
The troopers helped the Jedi up and then got him as well as Iri onto the transport, speedily leaving off the planet and back to Coruscant. The Jedi she'd saved saw the potential, she had to become a great Jedi and requested that she be trained, she was considered too old to begin her training, but the Jedi did make exceptions and the Jedi, Alidar Snitri, made a strong case, which the council eventually agreed with and allowed her to be trained as a Jedi.
Her training progressed exceptionally quick on Dantooine, her lightsaber prowess had a strong impression on many of the masters on the planet and though many would have thought her background would make it difficult for her to follow the rules and training of the Jedi, she adapted to it rather well. Eventually through years of training and missions with her master, she was allowed to begin her trials, passing them all and was rewarded with the rank of Jedi Knight and is now ready to fully serve the Jedi Order.
Personality:
Iri is laid back when it comes to many things for the most part, she is very kindhearted though she isn't afraid to speak out against something she doesn't agree with, but she tries to get along with everyone for the most part and she's real easy to talk to. She tries for the most part to follow the code of the Jedi, the order saved her and she wants to return that kindness by being what the order feels she should be among their ranks.
She enjoys spending her free time relaxing outside, sparring in the training room or catch up on her light reading. Whilst she doesn't have many dislikes, her largest one is slavers, growing up as a slave, she understood how others who were captured felt and if some are mentioned or are spotted by her, she can become very angry towards, even sometimes struggling to not immediately attack them and free the slaves that they have with them.
With her incredible lightsaber skills, she chose to go for the sentinel path of the Jedi, it was a balanced path that focused on both the force as well as lightsaber combat and she felt that was what was meant for her.
Iri has a pretty good sense of humor for the most the part, she can partake in many jokes and teasing, though she can become a bit more quite and shut down should slavery be joked about, she won't lambast someone for joking about it, she knows there are different senses of humor, but she'll refuse to be apart of it herself.
Iri's emotional state can be described as calm and peaceful, she tends to go with the flow a lot of the time, always feeling the need to examine the force and potential outcomes before she takes action, something her master taught her very well. However that can change very quickly should she come across slavers or if slaves are endangered and will throw caution to the wind to try and save as well as kill the ones who are responsible for all of it.
Her reputation is moderate, many in the order know who she is because of the missions she's went on as well as how effective she is with using her lightsaber, in addition, many known about her past as a slave and her opinions on the matter, including many of the Jedi Masters who see great potential in her to be one of the best Jedi the order has. Many of the learners who have not received a master yet are hoping that she'll select one of them to begin their training, though she has yet to take on her first apprentice, she is considering it.
Iri is benevolent and caring, though she can be quite reckless when it comes to slavers, she feels that they are less than anything in the galaxy and deserve a fate such as slaves have had or much worse such as death and often struggles to control herself when it come to the people described before, but she does her best to remember the code and calm herself, though it isn't easy.
Iri walks a fine line when it comes to her morals, she believes that everyone should be protected by the Jedi if they need it, however she is not against people being killed, even if they are unarmed, mostly criminals really, she feels that if they did a serious crime such as murder or slavery, they'll do it again when they get released and a blight like that shouldn't be left alive in the world.
Iri's known languages are, Basic, Binary, Togruti, Twi'leki, Huttese, and Mando'a, many of these languages she learned thanks to her years as a slave, the only ones she chose to learn of her own accord being Togruti and Mando'a.
Iri's main focus at the moment is to become a Jedi Master and obtain a position on the Jedi Council as well as take on an apprentice of her own, her secondary goal, though quite ambitious and almost impossible on a galatic scale, is to try and abolish slavery on all the systems that still have slaver laws.
Iri seeks to one day find and be reunited with her parents.
Skills/Abilities:
Iri is substantially skilled two lightsabers, her path being that of the Jedi sentinel, her best forms are Djem So as well as Niman, the latter she's able to use thanks to her modified lightsabers which can connect at the base of the hilts to form a double-bladed lightsaber. In addition to that, she's fairly skilled with the force, about on average to above with most force users, easily able to use the force to manipulate objects or to influence people to do what she wants, making sure to not abuse the latter.
When it comes to abilities outside of the Jedi, they're somewhat limited, she's only really good with computers and even then there are probably others who can work faster and better than she can on one, but if there's no one else around, she can get the job done in a timely manner. The thing she's most proficiet with is anything that has a blade, so lightsabers, vibroblades and swords, knives, but when it comes to blasters, her aim is terrible, mostly being because she hardly ever uses them and feels that the only thing a Jedi should use is what defines them.
Iri can use telepathy, such as force push and pull quite easily, as well as mind manipulation to get others to do what she wants. Her combat style with the force is fairly aggressive, mostly thanks to her past and whilst she hasn't tried to search for teachings, she has dabbled in one force ability which is force choke and that was used only on rare occasions when it involved slavers, something her master was quick to try and get her to avoid.
Her combat style is balanced-aggressive, having chosen more aggressive forms such as Djem So, she feels that with the path of the sentinel, Jedi like her should be a little more focused on aggressive attacks, but not so much so that they forget to keep up some of a defense, it works for her for the most part so she sees nothing wrong with a more confrontational style.
Race: Pantoran
Age: 24
Sex: Female
Theme Song:
Appearance:
Iri has the notable appearance of her people, her blue skin and yellow eyes as well as gold markings on her face make her easily identifiable as a Pantoran. Her features are smooth and somewhat petite, often giving her face the expression of someone who is kind, innocent and perhaps naive, something that she uses to her advantage quite often. Her hair is dark violet and at a length just past her shoulders that somewhat overtakes her lean and athletic build, a build that she tries to keep thanks to it allowing her to be fast and agile. Her attire consists of a beige tunic with a dark brown robe over it, something that can make her body appear smaller than it really is.
Background/History:
Iri was born on Pantora, her parents worked in politics, hoping to become a senator and ambassador to help aid their people. During a visit to Alderaan for trade negotiations, Iri had been kidnapped and a ransom was placed to her parents which they quickly paid to get their daughter back, but when the time came for them to retrieve her, the person who had kidnapped her had sold her to the hutts already and ran off with the ransom; she was searched for to no avail.
Over the next few years she spent her life in servitude, going from master to master as she was constantly bought and sold by them, something that she severely hated and on multiple occasions planned escape with other slaves, but those never really worked out, at least for her. They would either be caught and she would take the blame so others did not have to suffer or she would help them escape first and then was recaptured before she could escape herself.
As more time passed, Iri's hope for escape dwindled and her spirit had been broken, her escape attempts slowed down until she was the perfect obedient slave that all of her masters had wanted from her but could never produce results save for the last one that purchased her. Iri was in her cage one night when a group of troopers along with a Jedi broke into the palace, sent in to rescue the other slaves as well as her; the Republic knew about the slavery, but they could do nothing about it officially since they did not control the planet she was on.
It seemed to be going well at first, she and the other slaves seemed like they were going to escape, however the palace guards surprised them and began to attack the Republic troops, cutting Iri off from the other slaves that were starting to be put on a transport ship; the Jedi hastily went into action, defending the troops as they got them onto the transport. Iri's hope started to fade once more however when some of the palace guards started to use shock whips on the Jedi, he easily avoided them at first, but they eventually overwhelmed him and shocked him to where he collapsed. She watched as they got their vibroswords out, ready to finish off the Jedi, she couldn't watch that happen, she knew if he died, she might not ever get out of there and extended her arms out as they were about to kill him, a burst of the force coming out and knocking away all the guards.
The troopers helped the Jedi up and then got him as well as Iri onto the transport, speedily leaving off the planet and back to Coruscant. The Jedi she'd saved saw the potential, she had to become a great Jedi and requested that she be trained, she was considered too old to begin her training, but the Jedi did make exceptions and the Jedi, Alidar Snitri, made a strong case, which the council eventually agreed with and allowed her to be trained as a Jedi.
Her training progressed exceptionally quick on Dantooine, her lightsaber prowess had a strong impression on many of the masters on the planet and though many would have thought her background would make it difficult for her to follow the rules and training of the Jedi, she adapted to it rather well. Eventually through years of training and missions with her master, she was allowed to begin her trials, passing them all and was rewarded with the rank of Jedi Knight and is now ready to fully serve the Jedi Order.
Personality:
Iri is laid back when it comes to many things for the most part, she is very kindhearted though she isn't afraid to speak out against something she doesn't agree with, but she tries to get along with everyone for the most part and she's real easy to talk to. She tries for the most part to follow the code of the Jedi, the order saved her and she wants to return that kindness by being what the order feels she should be among their ranks.
She enjoys spending her free time relaxing outside, sparring in the training room or catch up on her light reading. Whilst she doesn't have many dislikes, her largest one is slavers, growing up as a slave, she understood how others who were captured felt and if some are mentioned or are spotted by her, she can become very angry towards, even sometimes struggling to not immediately attack them and free the slaves that they have with them.
With her incredible lightsaber skills, she chose to go for the sentinel path of the Jedi, it was a balanced path that focused on both the force as well as lightsaber combat and she felt that was what was meant for her.
Iri has a pretty good sense of humor for the most the part, she can partake in many jokes and teasing, though she can become a bit more quite and shut down should slavery be joked about, she won't lambast someone for joking about it, she knows there are different senses of humor, but she'll refuse to be apart of it herself.
Iri's emotional state can be described as calm and peaceful, she tends to go with the flow a lot of the time, always feeling the need to examine the force and potential outcomes before she takes action, something her master taught her very well. However that can change very quickly should she come across slavers or if slaves are endangered and will throw caution to the wind to try and save as well as kill the ones who are responsible for all of it.
Her reputation is moderate, many in the order know who she is because of the missions she's went on as well as how effective she is with using her lightsaber, in addition, many known about her past as a slave and her opinions on the matter, including many of the Jedi Masters who see great potential in her to be one of the best Jedi the order has. Many of the learners who have not received a master yet are hoping that she'll select one of them to begin their training, though she has yet to take on her first apprentice, she is considering it.
Iri is benevolent and caring, though she can be quite reckless when it comes to slavers, she feels that they are less than anything in the galaxy and deserve a fate such as slaves have had or much worse such as death and often struggles to control herself when it come to the people described before, but she does her best to remember the code and calm herself, though it isn't easy.
Iri walks a fine line when it comes to her morals, she believes that everyone should be protected by the Jedi if they need it, however she is not against people being killed, even if they are unarmed, mostly criminals really, she feels that if they did a serious crime such as murder or slavery, they'll do it again when they get released and a blight like that shouldn't be left alive in the world.
Iri's known languages are, Basic, Binary, Togruti, Twi'leki, Huttese, and Mando'a, many of these languages she learned thanks to her years as a slave, the only ones she chose to learn of her own accord being Togruti and Mando'a.
Iri's main focus at the moment is to become a Jedi Master and obtain a position on the Jedi Council as well as take on an apprentice of her own, her secondary goal, though quite ambitious and almost impossible on a galatic scale, is to try and abolish slavery on all the systems that still have slaver laws.
Iri seeks to one day find and be reunited with her parents.
Skills/Abilities:
Iri is substantially skilled two lightsabers, her path being that of the Jedi sentinel, her best forms are Djem So as well as Niman, the latter she's able to use thanks to her modified lightsabers which can connect at the base of the hilts to form a double-bladed lightsaber. In addition to that, she's fairly skilled with the force, about on average to above with most force users, easily able to use the force to manipulate objects or to influence people to do what she wants, making sure to not abuse the latter.
When it comes to abilities outside of the Jedi, they're somewhat limited, she's only really good with computers and even then there are probably others who can work faster and better than she can on one, but if there's no one else around, she can get the job done in a timely manner. The thing she's most proficiet with is anything that has a blade, so lightsabers, vibroblades and swords, knives, but when it comes to blasters, her aim is terrible, mostly being because she hardly ever uses them and feels that the only thing a Jedi should use is what defines them.
Iri can use telepathy, such as force push and pull quite easily, as well as mind manipulation to get others to do what she wants. Her combat style with the force is fairly aggressive, mostly thanks to her past and whilst she hasn't tried to search for teachings, she has dabbled in one force ability which is force choke and that was used only on rare occasions when it involved slavers, something her master was quick to try and get her to avoid.
Her combat style is balanced-aggressive, having chosen more aggressive forms such as Djem So, she feels that with the path of the sentinel, Jedi like her should be a little more focused on aggressive attacks, but not so much so that they forget to keep up some of a defense, it works for her for the most part so she sees nothing wrong with a more confrontational style.
Name: Antares Solborne
Race: Human
Age: 30
Sex: Male
Theme Song:
Appearance:
Antares is about 5’ 11”, he’s usually wearing either a brown and black leather jacket, a black shirt and dark pants. His hair is a white-silver mix; his build is slime athletic, all his running around tends to keep him in good shape, plus he tends to work out from time to time to keep the rest of his body in shape as well.
Background/History: Antares grew up in a wealthy household on Alderaan, he tended to get most everything he wanted, which made him spoiled and with his parents being busy a lot, they were barely able to spend any time with him, this obviously caused some behavioral issues. They started off small at first, being disruptive when he was in school, playing pranks on shop keepers and even theft from them as well, mostly doing anything he could to get his parents’ attention.
He was placed in a military program to try and get that rebellious streak out of him, but that didn’t take either, rather than breaking him, it was the other way around, the instructors felt like they were getting no where with him, informed his household that he was expelled. It seeming like not even this was getting his folks attention, he decided to set out on his own, first joining a crew of pirates, smuggling whatever they got their hands on and for a while it was great, there was drinks and credits to be had and life was good for him.
Antares eventually left the pirates, joining up with some bounty hunters instead, their pay was much higher, he thought he could get used to it and make a name for himself as a bounty hunter, but he soon learned that not all bounties were as simple as the ones he had first done. Such as when they were after a man who had peacefully surrendered, but his partners still killed him anyways, that didn’t sit right with him. He used his weapon’s stun setting on them, incapacitating them and then stole the hunters’ ship, taking it all the way to Nar Shaddaa where he sold it for two-thirds what it was worth, he didn’t care how much he got for it, so long as it was taken off his hands, knowing that the hunters would be after it.
Doing more smuggling work, he eventually saved up to purchase his own ship, the Crimson Phoenix. He put most of his credits into his ship, outfitting it with the best lasers, shields, hyperdrive, engines, whatever could be upgraded, he did it and for his ‘hard work’, his ship was one of the fastest in the galaxy. Now he currently is looking for more work as well as avoiding people who he’s ripped off, either by taking their credits up front or stealing their cargo and selling it himself, who knows where he’ll end up next.
Personality: Antares tends to be a wise cracker and enjoys an extravagant amount of alcohol, as well as flirting with women, which most of the time usually works, but over indulgence of inebriating beverages can sometimes have the opposite effect for whomever he’s flirting with. In addition, he tends to mostly look after himself first and foremost before even thinking about others, at least not without a generous fee for his ‘charity’, however when the chips are down, he can be someone to be relied upon, but he wouldn’t appear that way at first glance.
When it comes to his humor, it can be a tad obnoxious and crude, usually joking about a woman’s ‘assets’, a lot of the time the cause for such things is him being drunk.
Antares is currently pretty happy and relaxed at the moment and only has minor worry about the people he’s ripped off coming after him. If things tend to go bad however, he’ll be quick to sellout people he barely knows, just to save his own skin, even minimal torture is enough for him to turn on people he has no true loyalty to.
Antares is known well by most in the illegal trade, however his reputation amongst the Republic is quite minimal, his mark on them is about as much as any other smuggler’s, which is little to none at all, which is what he prefers, if the Republic starts notice who he is, it can be more difficult to do his trade.
Virtues: Discrete, Defiant, Creative.
Vices: Arrogant, Greedy, Vain.
Antares perception of the world boils down to his world and his dealings, that’s the only thing he notices and pays attention too, the politics and events of other entities such as the Republic or Cartels largely go unnoticed unless it’s shoved into his face or he’s at the center of it.
Although Antares is mostly focused on himself, he does have a sense of morality and won’t turn a blind eye to the injustice of something, he might charge for saving someone from a situation, but he won’t actively turn a blind eye to it.
Antares’ known languages are Basic, Binary, Huttese, Roadese, Shyriiwook and Sullustese.
Attitude: Blunt, Obnoxious, Kind, Excited.
His one secret, though it isn’t that incredible is he wants to try and get with a Jedi, taking it as more of a challenge just based off how virtuous they are and tend to avoid things such as passion and love.
Antares’ hobbies are Girls, girls count, right? Target practice, Working on the Crimson Phoenix and napping.
His primary goal at the moment is to find work that will reward him with a lot of credits, enough for him to sit back and relax for a few weeks. His secondary goal is to upgrade his ship once more, new parts have come out that would improve his ship even more, it’s still top dog, but he likes being the best constantly, but with that being less important and would take time to get the parts and have them installed, that ambition is on the backburner.
His one major dream is to amass as much wealth as possible and start his own smuggling operation on a larger scale, such as the size of the Hutts or other gangs.
Skills/Abilities: Antares is skilled with almost every type of blaster pistol, he tends to have a bit of a rougher time with blaster rifles or anything larger than that, but for the most part, he’s skilled with various blasters. When it comes to blades of any kind, he tends to be a bit clunky with them, finding either their range to be too short or the weapon too cumbersome to use effectively, so he much rather stick with a blaster than using a blade.
He’s not just good with weapons but he also has a silver-tongue was well, able to persuade almost anyone into either believing he’s someone he’s not or getting them to do something for him in order to obtain whatever he’s after.
His fighting style without a blaster is mostly Echani, though he’s good with it, if someone know it better or they know more fighting styles than him, he can find himself outmatched and struggling to gain the upper hand on his opponent.
Race: Human
Age: 30
Sex: Male
Theme Song:
Appearance:
Antares is about 5’ 11”, he’s usually wearing either a brown and black leather jacket, a black shirt and dark pants. His hair is a white-silver mix; his build is slime athletic, all his running around tends to keep him in good shape, plus he tends to work out from time to time to keep the rest of his body in shape as well.
Background/History: Antares grew up in a wealthy household on Alderaan, he tended to get most everything he wanted, which made him spoiled and with his parents being busy a lot, they were barely able to spend any time with him, this obviously caused some behavioral issues. They started off small at first, being disruptive when he was in school, playing pranks on shop keepers and even theft from them as well, mostly doing anything he could to get his parents’ attention.
He was placed in a military program to try and get that rebellious streak out of him, but that didn’t take either, rather than breaking him, it was the other way around, the instructors felt like they were getting no where with him, informed his household that he was expelled. It seeming like not even this was getting his folks attention, he decided to set out on his own, first joining a crew of pirates, smuggling whatever they got their hands on and for a while it was great, there was drinks and credits to be had and life was good for him.
Antares eventually left the pirates, joining up with some bounty hunters instead, their pay was much higher, he thought he could get used to it and make a name for himself as a bounty hunter, but he soon learned that not all bounties were as simple as the ones he had first done. Such as when they were after a man who had peacefully surrendered, but his partners still killed him anyways, that didn’t sit right with him. He used his weapon’s stun setting on them, incapacitating them and then stole the hunters’ ship, taking it all the way to Nar Shaddaa where he sold it for two-thirds what it was worth, he didn’t care how much he got for it, so long as it was taken off his hands, knowing that the hunters would be after it.
Doing more smuggling work, he eventually saved up to purchase his own ship, the Crimson Phoenix. He put most of his credits into his ship, outfitting it with the best lasers, shields, hyperdrive, engines, whatever could be upgraded, he did it and for his ‘hard work’, his ship was one of the fastest in the galaxy. Now he currently is looking for more work as well as avoiding people who he’s ripped off, either by taking their credits up front or stealing their cargo and selling it himself, who knows where he’ll end up next.
Personality: Antares tends to be a wise cracker and enjoys an extravagant amount of alcohol, as well as flirting with women, which most of the time usually works, but over indulgence of inebriating beverages can sometimes have the opposite effect for whomever he’s flirting with. In addition, he tends to mostly look after himself first and foremost before even thinking about others, at least not without a generous fee for his ‘charity’, however when the chips are down, he can be someone to be relied upon, but he wouldn’t appear that way at first glance.
When it comes to his humor, it can be a tad obnoxious and crude, usually joking about a woman’s ‘assets’, a lot of the time the cause for such things is him being drunk.
Antares is currently pretty happy and relaxed at the moment and only has minor worry about the people he’s ripped off coming after him. If things tend to go bad however, he’ll be quick to sellout people he barely knows, just to save his own skin, even minimal torture is enough for him to turn on people he has no true loyalty to.
Antares is known well by most in the illegal trade, however his reputation amongst the Republic is quite minimal, his mark on them is about as much as any other smuggler’s, which is little to none at all, which is what he prefers, if the Republic starts notice who he is, it can be more difficult to do his trade.
Virtues: Discrete, Defiant, Creative.
Vices: Arrogant, Greedy, Vain.
Antares perception of the world boils down to his world and his dealings, that’s the only thing he notices and pays attention too, the politics and events of other entities such as the Republic or Cartels largely go unnoticed unless it’s shoved into his face or he’s at the center of it.
Although Antares is mostly focused on himself, he does have a sense of morality and won’t turn a blind eye to the injustice of something, he might charge for saving someone from a situation, but he won’t actively turn a blind eye to it.
Antares’ known languages are Basic, Binary, Huttese, Roadese, Shyriiwook and Sullustese.
Attitude: Blunt, Obnoxious, Kind, Excited.
His one secret, though it isn’t that incredible is he wants to try and get with a Jedi, taking it as more of a challenge just based off how virtuous they are and tend to avoid things such as passion and love.
Antares’ hobbies are Girls, girls count, right? Target practice, Working on the Crimson Phoenix and napping.
His primary goal at the moment is to find work that will reward him with a lot of credits, enough for him to sit back and relax for a few weeks. His secondary goal is to upgrade his ship once more, new parts have come out that would improve his ship even more, it’s still top dog, but he likes being the best constantly, but with that being less important and would take time to get the parts and have them installed, that ambition is on the backburner.
His one major dream is to amass as much wealth as possible and start his own smuggling operation on a larger scale, such as the size of the Hutts or other gangs.
Skills/Abilities: Antares is skilled with almost every type of blaster pistol, he tends to have a bit of a rougher time with blaster rifles or anything larger than that, but for the most part, he’s skilled with various blasters. When it comes to blades of any kind, he tends to be a bit clunky with them, finding either their range to be too short or the weapon too cumbersome to use effectively, so he much rather stick with a blaster than using a blade.
He’s not just good with weapons but he also has a silver-tongue was well, able to persuade almost anyone into either believing he’s someone he’s not or getting them to do something for him in order to obtain whatever he’s after.
His fighting style without a blaster is mostly Echani, though he’s good with it, if someone know it better or they know more fighting styles than him, he can find himself outmatched and struggling to gain the upper hand on his opponent.
Basic Information
Name: Rennet Haru Kyne
Age: 35
Sex: Male
Theme Song: youtube.com/watch?v=8N21t5DTmlw
Appearance
Under normal circumstances Rennet is not a man most would remember; he dresses plainly and usually without much regard for the fashions of the day. He grooms only as much as he must; he nearly always sports a healthy degree of stubble and a head of close-cropped red hair to reduce the effort required to maintain his appearance. Dark circles undercut his eyes and there is a gauntness to him that speaks of other sorts of neglect (or reckless addiction), but where most in his position would have a pale pallor he is tanned and otherwise has the appearance of good health. Blue eyes the color of midwinter ice are set below thick brows, and seem to never cease drinking in the sights around him.
Beneath the outwards signs of self-disregard are a different set of truths. He is extremely well-built, lithe but firmly muscular. He bears a vast array of scars and poorly-healed wounds across most of his body, including a rather distinctive scar over his heart that suggests a brutal attempt on his life that didn't quite succeed. Rennet carries himself with lethal grace despite the languidity of his movement and is never far from a weapon if he can help it, though it may not always be obvious where that weapon hides.
When able, he goes about fully armed with a set of blasters on his belt and slung across his back. He also possesses a set of segmented body armor fashioned by those who knew their craft and could afford to charge handsomely for it – dark green plates and a darker pressure suit to match, with a helm and hoses to ensure he could survive in the void of space if things take a serious turn for the worse. He wears it rarely, though, and prefers to be unencumbered when able.
History
Rennet's youth was unremarkable. No history of abuse, no tragic inciting events, nor any grand quests of revenge motivated him or set him upon his path. He grew up in a family of moderate means not far from the surface of Coruscant and lived the life of one in the shadow of the grander world, unable to afford the kind of lifestyle he saw in the holovids but generally indifferent to his lack of means. He showed little interest in most things that children cared about, save perhaps the sports played amidst the alleyways and wider plazas below the dazzling lights of the upper city.
The moment he was of age he enlisted in the Republic's armed forces and was promptly dispatched to quell an uprising on a distant world not long after passing through boot camp. A peaceful resolution to the civil strife proved impossible and Rennet soon found himself in armed conflict with citizens of the government he'd taken an oath to protect … and found that not only did it not bother him, he actually rather enjoyed the fight.
Each passing year brought him more and more assignments to dangerous places. Lacking any sort of compunction, he proved himself well-suited to the kind of worlds that most soldiers hope never to go, and it made him stronger. He learned much of his craft in those years, and was inducted into a different sort of role when his aptitude became obvious to his superiors. The Galactic Republic Special Forces helped to hone his skills even further and provided him with a number of opportunities to work with the sorts of individuals that citizens of the Republic were better of never knowing. More time passed, and by his tenth year of service he figured it was time to move on and made his way free of the people who owned him.
Going into business for himself was one of the best decisions he'd ever made. The work was slow at first – odd mercenary jobs, smuggling, and protection rackets mostly – but soon blossomed into a much more lucrative trade when word got around of his efficiency and his willingness to do most anything; as an independent contractor his resume expanded to include everything from personal “requests” to freelance work for the GRSF, and even for those he once called enemies.
Presently Rennet is wrapping up a contract in the heat-soaked grasslands of Cathar. He plans to be on his way as swiftly as able, but plans often have a way of going awry. Especially now that the galaxy is about to be dragged into a war the likes of which it has never known...
Personality
In that same vein, the prospect of galactic war is an exciting one to a man like Rennet. He finds himself easily bored and in need of distraction when not actively working a contract or being shot at, and that does tend to take a toll on him. He's fairly easy-going, however, and usually very open to new experiences where he finds them. In life, he's found that no culture in the galaxy has a monopoly on wisdom or on the perfect way to live … so why not try a little of everything and incorporate the elements which work?
That easiness and open-mindedness often give others the impression that he's warm and friendly, however, and that's something of a mistaken impression; while he's quite capable of playing the part when necessary, his default mode of conduct is one of internal reaction and rational response, and he usually doesn't empathize with anyone but himself unless prompted to try.
It makes him a good soldier and an excellent assassin, but rather impotent in the arena of romance or friendship … though his inclination towards the latter pair is spotty at best.
Likes: Guns, music, travel, new experiences, freedom of movement.
Dislikes: Formality, social events, popular culture, obligation.
Skills / Abilities
Rennet has trained in most of the standard weapons of the galaxy and many which are significantly less common. He's an excellent marksman and is proficient at close-range combat as well, though is much less comfortable as a pilot or when forced to participate in squad-based tactics. His abilities with a blade are nothing to scoff at but he'd be hard-pressed to compete with anyone who had trained extensively in the use of swords – especially those able to wield the Force as well.
Strengths: Rationality and quick-thinking, leading to clever tactics that some might struggle to keep up with. He is fast and mobile and rarely takes the time to slow himself to the pace of others. Has no illusions as to his lack of heroism and will not hesitate to do what must be done.
Weaknesses: Drink and stronger intoxicants. Vices which might not tempt a nobler or more conscientious man are a weakness for Rennet, though rare is the occasion when it actively interferes with a job. He also lacks empathy, which can sometimes hurt him in situations where diplomacy might overcome a misunderstanding.
Name: Rennet Haru Kyne
Age: 35
Sex: Male
Theme Song: youtube.com/watch?v=8N21t5DTmlw
Appearance
Under normal circumstances Rennet is not a man most would remember; he dresses plainly and usually without much regard for the fashions of the day. He grooms only as much as he must; he nearly always sports a healthy degree of stubble and a head of close-cropped red hair to reduce the effort required to maintain his appearance. Dark circles undercut his eyes and there is a gauntness to him that speaks of other sorts of neglect (or reckless addiction), but where most in his position would have a pale pallor he is tanned and otherwise has the appearance of good health. Blue eyes the color of midwinter ice are set below thick brows, and seem to never cease drinking in the sights around him.
Beneath the outwards signs of self-disregard are a different set of truths. He is extremely well-built, lithe but firmly muscular. He bears a vast array of scars and poorly-healed wounds across most of his body, including a rather distinctive scar over his heart that suggests a brutal attempt on his life that didn't quite succeed. Rennet carries himself with lethal grace despite the languidity of his movement and is never far from a weapon if he can help it, though it may not always be obvious where that weapon hides.
When able, he goes about fully armed with a set of blasters on his belt and slung across his back. He also possesses a set of segmented body armor fashioned by those who knew their craft and could afford to charge handsomely for it – dark green plates and a darker pressure suit to match, with a helm and hoses to ensure he could survive in the void of space if things take a serious turn for the worse. He wears it rarely, though, and prefers to be unencumbered when able.
History
Rennet's youth was unremarkable. No history of abuse, no tragic inciting events, nor any grand quests of revenge motivated him or set him upon his path. He grew up in a family of moderate means not far from the surface of Coruscant and lived the life of one in the shadow of the grander world, unable to afford the kind of lifestyle he saw in the holovids but generally indifferent to his lack of means. He showed little interest in most things that children cared about, save perhaps the sports played amidst the alleyways and wider plazas below the dazzling lights of the upper city.
The moment he was of age he enlisted in the Republic's armed forces and was promptly dispatched to quell an uprising on a distant world not long after passing through boot camp. A peaceful resolution to the civil strife proved impossible and Rennet soon found himself in armed conflict with citizens of the government he'd taken an oath to protect … and found that not only did it not bother him, he actually rather enjoyed the fight.
Each passing year brought him more and more assignments to dangerous places. Lacking any sort of compunction, he proved himself well-suited to the kind of worlds that most soldiers hope never to go, and it made him stronger. He learned much of his craft in those years, and was inducted into a different sort of role when his aptitude became obvious to his superiors. The Galactic Republic Special Forces helped to hone his skills even further and provided him with a number of opportunities to work with the sorts of individuals that citizens of the Republic were better of never knowing. More time passed, and by his tenth year of service he figured it was time to move on and made his way free of the people who owned him.
Going into business for himself was one of the best decisions he'd ever made. The work was slow at first – odd mercenary jobs, smuggling, and protection rackets mostly – but soon blossomed into a much more lucrative trade when word got around of his efficiency and his willingness to do most anything; as an independent contractor his resume expanded to include everything from personal “requests” to freelance work for the GRSF, and even for those he once called enemies.
Presently Rennet is wrapping up a contract in the heat-soaked grasslands of Cathar. He plans to be on his way as swiftly as able, but plans often have a way of going awry. Especially now that the galaxy is about to be dragged into a war the likes of which it has never known...
Personality
In that same vein, the prospect of galactic war is an exciting one to a man like Rennet. He finds himself easily bored and in need of distraction when not actively working a contract or being shot at, and that does tend to take a toll on him. He's fairly easy-going, however, and usually very open to new experiences where he finds them. In life, he's found that no culture in the galaxy has a monopoly on wisdom or on the perfect way to live … so why not try a little of everything and incorporate the elements which work?
That easiness and open-mindedness often give others the impression that he's warm and friendly, however, and that's something of a mistaken impression; while he's quite capable of playing the part when necessary, his default mode of conduct is one of internal reaction and rational response, and he usually doesn't empathize with anyone but himself unless prompted to try.
It makes him a good soldier and an excellent assassin, but rather impotent in the arena of romance or friendship … though his inclination towards the latter pair is spotty at best.
Likes: Guns, music, travel, new experiences, freedom of movement.
Dislikes: Formality, social events, popular culture, obligation.
Skills / Abilities
Rennet has trained in most of the standard weapons of the galaxy and many which are significantly less common. He's an excellent marksman and is proficient at close-range combat as well, though is much less comfortable as a pilot or when forced to participate in squad-based tactics. His abilities with a blade are nothing to scoff at but he'd be hard-pressed to compete with anyone who had trained extensively in the use of swords – especially those able to wield the Force as well.
Strengths: Rationality and quick-thinking, leading to clever tactics that some might struggle to keep up with. He is fast and mobile and rarely takes the time to slow himself to the pace of others. Has no illusions as to his lack of heroism and will not hesitate to do what must be done.
Weaknesses: Drink and stronger intoxicants. Vices which might not tempt a nobler or more conscientious man are a weakness for Rennet, though rare is the occasion when it actively interferes with a job. He also lacks empathy, which can sometimes hurt him in situations where diplomacy might overcome a misunderstanding.
