Star Wars: Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath Character database

[Ellri]

Here shall the characters for the Advanced Star Wars roleplay, Corusant Sacked: Aftermath, be stored.

Note: only approved characters go here. The others go in OoC or PM or external doc or such.

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Who and what are you? From where do you come, to where are you going? Tell us about yourself.
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Few men truly serve more than one cause. Sure, you might pay lip service to many and support others, but which cause do you serve most? The Galactic Republic and the Jedi order, or the glorious Sith Empire? If you have other causes you pay some service to, you may mention them as well.
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Eyes grow weak with age. They cannot see you clearly. Would you kindly describe what you look like and the sort of clothes you wear? Do not leave out anything you think would be relevant. Are you young? Old? Human? Alien? Male? Female? Scarred? Deformed? Yellow? Blue? Green? Red?
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Now you have described somewhat about yourself, but you have not covered why you fight. Is it out of idealistic belief, or is it something else?
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Surely you are not like everyone else. What sort of skills make you stand out from the rest? Do they stand out because you excel at them, or because you fail miserably?
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You have not been in touch with the rest so far. How do you relate to them? Are there any friends of yours among them? any enemies? Or perhaps you even have family therein? Do not hesitate here because you do not see yourself mentioned in other players' character sheets. They may simply have forgotten to write you up. Correct that mistake, would you?
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The past makes you who you are. What sort of events made you the one you are? Do some events mean more to you than others? Did you have a good or a bad life?
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No good character is without his or her flaws. Nobody’s perfect. The heroes, be they good or evil, tend to have more blatant flaws than the tagalongs. What be thine flaws?
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No matter if you are a Jedi or a Sith, you probably made a lightsaber once upon a time. What does it look like?

If you wield a Lightsaber, which of the Seven combat forms has your order trained you in?
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What sort of person are you? Do you use the Force for combat, or do you prefer to wield its more mystical branches? Is there something you excel at above all other things? Is there something you are hopelessly bad at? What limitations do you have?
Don’t forget that this is in the middle of a war. Anyone of truly great skill would have been at or near the front lines.
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a) You are a Sith. How come you arrived now, several days after the others? Why would the powerful Darth Nyiss let you in at such a late time?
b) You are Jedi. Yet you have not been held with the other prisoners. Why not? Were you captured elsewhere? Did you just get captured? Or have you simply been isolated till now?
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Is there anything else you would like to mention about yourself? You know there is something. Don't be shy.
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Ellri's NPCs:
Ok, here's three more NPC sheets. These will be directed by us mainly. Like with the three previous NPCs, these sheets only cover parts of the characters.

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Name: Moff Absk Katherion

Appearance:
Role: Fleet commander.
Personality: Calm. Commanding. The sort that inspires loyalty in the men and women serving under him. A strong leader.
Story:
His origins lie somewhere within the Sith Empire, but it matters little which world. Like most other citizens of the empire, he joined the military at a young age, after it was verified without a doubt that he was not Force-sensitive. Absk ended up within the Navy. As a Katherion, he was trained as an officer, not just a minor role like a pilot or such. Over time, he proved to be a natural leader, quickly rising through the ranks. Within two years, he already commanded his first ship, the Ajak.

Considering how the war with the republic was progressing, that meant he quickly got involved in serious conflicts. Details on what passed in these battles are sketchy, as if someone tried to erase the records. The only thing that is clear about it is that Absk's meteoric rise through the ranks halted overnight. Over the following seven years, he did not get promoted even once; not even when he proved his valor time and again. Official records claim he has declined any promotion, but those few that know him personally all claim that is a lie. No matter the reason, he has grown popular with the troops serving under him. His lack of promotions makes him "one of them" in their eyes.

Some three standard months back, against all predictions, he was promoted to the rank of Moff, and given command of two additional ships, the Asha and the Hâsk. The former, like his first command, was a Terminus-class destroyer, while the latter was a heavily modified Gage-Class transport. He had no idea about why he got this, or anything related to it, but it recently became clear when he, owing to his high rank, was briefed upon the plans for the sacking of Coruscant. His two destroyers would to some degree aid in the sacking, but their primary job would be to protect the Hâsk, a prisoner transport modified to handle Jedi.

Eventually he was introduced to the one who had raised him up despite someone else trying to keep him down. This someone was Darth Nyiss, a pureblood Sith Alchemist that few ever made note of. Not because she was weak, but because she avoided notice as much as possible. He realized that she, with her clout, was his one chance at rising higher through the ranks. With her aid, he managed to crew his ships with reliable officers and crew.

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Name: Lieutenant Allende Laval

Appearance:
Role: Ground commander. Led the Prisoner collection team.

Personality: Proud imperialist. She believes in the cause.

Story:
Like Absk Katherion, Laval's background is somewhat vague, though for very different reasons. She was recently transferred over from a different ship at the request of the Moff, who had fought alongside her in the past. Those few with access to military records will note that while she has a number of awards to her name, few of them are linked to any specific battle. Her service records are similarly enigmatic due to being full of holes, clear proof that they have been purged without any care for concealing said purges. As enigmatic as this makes her, none doubt her loyalty to the Empire and the Sith.

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Name: Lea Rahn
Appearance:
Role: Padawan
Personality: Mysterious, quiet. Friendly. Patient. Resilient.
Age: 14(ish)
Story:
Born about a decade and a half into the Great Galactic War, Lea has never known true peace. At the same time, she has not known true war either. She was born upon a world in the galactic core, for the most part safe from the war. Her family, House Rahn, is an old one. It is also famous for its high frequency of Force Sensitives. Not the most powerful ones out there, but still strong ones. As such, it came as no surprise that she exhibited the same sensitivity.

Though she could have been trained by her father, he felt it would be better to have an independent and impartial master train her. Or perhaps it was the high council that felt this way, considering the fact that her mother was not her father's wife. As her father claimed her as his even before she was born, she inherited his name, even if some felt her bastardy should have denied her that right. Nonetheless, her father's wife would not have her around. Considering her mother was also powerful with the force, it only made sense for the Jedi to raise her. The result was twofold. One, part was that she did not have a normal childhood. The other was that using the force became second nature to her. Virtually everyone around her did on a regular basis, so why should she not?

Eventually, roughly eight standard months ago, she was given to the Jedi Knight Alluria Kast as padawan. They trained together for a while, though they were not together at the time of the Sacking, wherein Alluria perished. Lea is now on the cusp of adulthood, she has somewhat of a dual nature, the innocence of Youth mixed with natural grace of early adulthood. She is strong for her age, with little outward evidence that the death of her master hurt her. Whether this is due to her being silent much of the time or other reasons is hard, if not impossible, to say.

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Name: Ithan Kando, Inquisitor
Appearance: {No image}
Armored and robed. Stands out, but is also the appearance most often seen.
Sith Trooper armor, only those knowing details of imperial navy ranks can see through it, as his rank insignia tells the truth.

Role: Interrogator Sith.
Traits: Utterly Ruthless. Wily. Reliable. Imprecise. Enigmatic.
Story: Ithan's story is no formal secret, but nonetheless, few know it. He serves, and has served, Moff Katherion for the past several years, doing what needs be done but that Katherion does not want to do himself. Why a Sith would choose to serve a non-Sith like this is hard to say, and neither party seems to have much interest in explaining it.

Few know anything about him personally, not even what species he is. He always moves about in some form of armor, be it his personal Sith armor or that of a Sith Trooper. And he always utilizes a voice synthesizer.

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Name: Minder Sixty-Two
Appearance:

Role: Imperial Intelligence Agent

Personality: Minder Sixty-Two’s personality seems to be about as blank as his cybernetically attached glasses. He says almost nothing, and acts like he isn’t there most of the time. In fact, he regularly isn’t noticed when he is there. He refuses to answer any questions or conduct any meaningful interaction at all.

Story: If anyone knows why Imperial Intelligence is on the ship, they aren’t talking. His history, just like every other Imperial Intelligence agent, is classified, though from his weathered face and cybernetic enhancement it is no doubt been a difficult one. He directs much of the interrogation aspect of the project, but will only give pointers about what information is being searched for, and does not seem to actively take part.

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Name: Minder Sixty-Two
Appearance:
Role: Imperial Intelligence Agent
Personality: Minder Sixty-Two’s personality seems to be about as blank as his cybernetically attached glasses. He says almost nothing, and acts like he isn’t there most of the time. In fact, he regularly isn’t noticed when he is there. He refuses to answer any questions or conduct any meaningful interaction at all.
Story: If anyone knows why Imperial Intelligence is on the ship, they aren’t talking. His history, just like every other Imperial Intelligence agent, is classified, though from his weathered face and cybernetic enhancement it is no doubt been a difficult one. He directs much of the interrogation aspect of the project, but will only give pointers about what information is being searched for, and does not seem to actively take part.

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Imperial Intelligence Dossier: Luhon Aban
Name: Luhon Aban
Appearance:
Species: Bothan
Gender: Male
Age: 42
Uses: Bounty hunter. Smuggler. Hunter.
Reliability: 83%
Reasons: He does what he is paid to do, but he is an alien. No matter how good his track record, that blemish cannot be removed. He is obedient, but only up to a point. He will not risk his own life if he can avoid it.
Personality traits: Silent. Untrusting. Careful. Methodical. Pragmatic. Prideful. Abnormally honest.
Known skills:
Reliable pilot. Has outrun imperial and republic starfighters on several occasions.
Gunslinger. When hired, he will not hesitate to shoot to kill those who hinder his job.
Adventurer. He is not above going to new places or doing things he has never done before.
Tracking. He has reliable skill at tracking prey through various climates, be it sentient or not.
Known Associates: None. He hires and discards locals for each job.
Commonly found:
Outer rim worlds, sometimes hutt space.
History:
Unknown.
Imperial Jobs completed: 102

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The Krayt Dragon:
Scarred individual. Clearly a victor of many battles.
42.31 m long.
18,437 tons.

[Sep]

Who and what are you? Are you male or female? Young or old? From where do you come, to where are you going? Tell us about yourself. Do not be humble, for we would know all about you.
Male. Pureblood Sith, old enough that all the younger Sith lords who are constantly being killed have no idea how old he is. His name is only known to his niece, though even she does not use it. He is known as Guide, he has been a teacher, scholar and an advisor to all of those Sith who are less stubborn than others come to him for advice. Though over most of the years gone past he has been devoted to his niece, who he is now going to visit upon her ship.

Few men truly serve more than one cause. Sure, you might pay lip service to many and support others, but which cause do you serve most? The Galactic Republic and the Jedi order, or the glorious Sith Empire? What sort of beliefs motivate you? What keeps you going?

He serves the Dark Side of the Force, devoting himself to understanding its mysteries. At the same time he serves the Sith Empire and his niece. While many disapprove of him assisting his niece claiming it should be the other way around he just puts it off, as he has never been a traditional thinker.

Eyes grow weak with age. They cannot see you clearly. Would you kindly describe what you look like and the sort of clothes you wear? Is there something that makes you stand out from everyone else? A physical flaw perhaps?


He is not built for combat, his body does not possess the speed or the strength without augmentation with the Force. He appears older, however he is known to be able to practice the ability to slow down the aging process of his body.

He is also well known among Sith, and while that is a good thing in some cases his combat inability isn't a great secret especially to the older Sith warriors. Though he is still regarded as highly useful and has not been killed. His popularity however is falling amongst the younger members of the Sith Order, and as such many seek to abuse his trusting nature to learn his secrets before killing him, well trustful for a Sith. He is eager to teach and even more eager to learn.

His greatest weakness is his thirst for knowledge, he can risk risk almost everything for something he just needs to know. He sometimes speaks in riddle which annoys people who he is talking with. He is also a staunch believer in the Sith Pureblood on the basis that the Sith Order is based upon the teachings of the Sith species legacy on Korriban and as such does not approve of any non-Sith in high positions, and does not even give them the title no matter what rank they hold even Adepts.

He also can't cook or fly a ship.

Now you have described somewhat about yourself, but you have not covered why you fight. Is it out of idealistic belief, or is it something else?

He tries to avoid fights in any and all forms, though will fight in defence of the Sith, family or knowledge.

Surely you are not like everyone else. What sort of skills make you stand out from the rest? What do you excel at? What do you always fail to do right?

He excels at alchemy, totally and completely. Though with people who he has not met before he often fails in social interaction.

You have not been in touch with the rest so far. How do you relate to them? Are there any friends of yours among them? any enemies? Or perhaps you even have family therein?
My Niece is among them. You know who she is.

The past makes you who you are. What sort of events made you the one you are?

Guide was brought up on older tenants of the Ancient Sith tribes. His family was pureblood all the way back to the earliest recordings of its existence, not one members has been known to marry a non-Sith. Growing up in this environment he has a very pro-Sith sentiment. He does not so much have a quarrel with half bloods but does not approve of non Sith taking on the name of the Sith Order and as such does not particularly approve of the "Sith Order" and just classes them all as Dark Side users rather than Sith he only allows Pure Bloods to take on the name of Sith. He grew up learning history and alchemy compared to the fighting techniques of the order, he did not directly attend the Sith Academy and instead was teamed with several other people and sent to Ziost for study. He often left his team behind as they were chased by strange beings, not even those from the local settlements travelled at night and many a strong saber had died at the hands of these beasts.

Guide travelled to one of the old settlements, abandoned and here he disappeared for several years. When people travelled to search for him they found nor emains and presumed him dead at the hands of the beasts. Though instead he was learning secrets, ancient and forgotten secrets. Thirty years later, he returned from his self proclaimed exile. He was fastracked through the academy and was offered the title of a Sith Saber, however he declined the title and even declined to become an inquisitor. Instead he became a teacher, advisor and a scholar. Travelling to all the Sith controlled worlds discovering their lost secrets. He was known to the greatest Sith Lords in that he gave them power, he gave them advice and he gave them Sith History. He added to the elitist views of the Sith and as such would often ignore the Higher ups who were not purebloods yet claimed to be Sith Lords. He was essentially a wild card, a master of alchemy with no loyalties he was also a threat and as the same with many other Sith he became a target and survival came through an unlikely source. His niece, also a powerful Force User she too was a Pureblood and saved his life from an assassination attempt, a deed that assisted in her rise to power.

That day he also saw potential in her, and taught her more than he had taught anyone else. He was not her master, and she not his apprentice he was her Guide and Mentor and while he is still sometimes called to help others he holds her above all else as he sees her becoming another Great Sith and hopes to see her raise higher, however as of late he has been disappointed in some of her and as such when the first chance presented itself he made sure to make his way to her ship.

No matter if you are a Jedi or a Sith, you probably made a lightsaber once upon a time. What does it look like?

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Violet blade.

If you wield a Lightsaber, which of the Seven combat forms has your order trained you in?

Djem So

What sort of person are you? Do you use the Force for combat, or do you prefer to wield its more mystical branches? Is there something you excel at above all other things? Is there something you are hopelessly bad at? What limitations do you have?
Don’t forget that this is in the middle of a war. Anyone of truly exceptional skill would have been at or near the front lines, and therefore cannot be here.

Alchemy, Mind Alteration. These are his two fields of Force Knowledge. Alchemy he can all but bring someone back to life, Mind Alteration he can create pain and illusions. Though while he can do the average hurling off objects he pretty much fails in every other aspect of the Force, purely due to lack of training.

a) You are a Sith. How come you arrived now, several days after the others? Why would the powerful Darth Nyiss let you in at such a late time?

I arrived with the latest toy.

[Sundered Echo]

NPCs of Sundered Echo
These NPCs are predominantly controlled by Sundered Echo, though not always or entirely. The information presented here is not the always the sum total of the character... You'll have to find out more about them in game.

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Name: Darth Nyiss
Appearance:
Role: Darth Nyiss spearheaded the initiative to capture a number of Jedi for conversion. She is the master of the Hask and all aboard it and its escorts.
Personality: Darth Nyiss is known to be a rather quirky Darth, but unlike many of her colleagues her quirks rarely involve death or even physical pain. She does not often act much like a Darth, and is known to dally below her station, but never seriously or for long. When it comes to her more esoteric 'hobbies' she is unflinching in her resolve and uncaring in the lengths she will go to.
Story: Darth Nyiss is slightly less well known among the militant Sith as much of her work goes on behind Imperial lines. As a Sith Pureblood, she is a staunch believer in Sith purity and the right of the Sith to rule the galaxy. She is known to have left remarkably few bodies behind her, in the Sith order at least. Almost all of her rivals and foes are still alive to this day, though all of them have some small mark somewhere upon them to remember her by, and not one of them ever challenged her a second time. Since becoming a Darth, she has become a skilled sorcerer and alchemist, wielding ancient Sith secrets discovered in the many tombs dotting Korriban. Recently, she has made it known that she is seeking one new Apprentice or Lord of great skill to work alongside her, and despite dark rumors of horrific experiments a number of these lesser Sith have flocked to her side and are attempting to prove themselves the most worthy in her eyes.

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Name: Jewel Namore
Appearance:
Role: Sith Lord
Personality: Jewel Namore is known to be a confidant warrior and a powerful Darksider. Born an Imperial human with a very low percentage of Sith blood she still possessed a connection to the Force powerful enough for her to be recruited. She has had to fight against the prejudice of every Sith that doubted her because of her small percentage of 'purity.' This has made her incredibly driven and independent, trusting none but herself and using every edge she can to get ahead of her peers.
Story: Born into the Sith Empire just before the beginning of the war Jewel has a very small percentage of Sith blood in her heritage. Taken to the academy on Korriban when she was very young, she always fought hard to make the uncaring instructors accept her. She was rarely the strongest, rarely the smartest, but she still always came out on top. Always the most driven, she had a knack for finding things that gave her an edge. As an Apprentice she fought in the war, and though her records are available to anyone of sufficient rank, they are much the same as every other Sith. Eventually, she managed to manipulate her way into the title of Lord. Two years ago she planted a number of Jedi holocrons in the personal effects of her then master, and when they were found she made sure she was in the perfect position to take his rank and power structure for herself. Since that day she has only become a more skilled manipulator, and while she is nowhere near Darth Nyiss is such matters, she has nonetheless gained the attention of the Darth. With Nyiss' attention has come power and influence, but she is also now a target, and anyone who can bring her down will almost certainly prove themselves better and more worthy of a Darths favor. She is currently aboard the Hask to participate in Darth Nyiss' project to convert Jedi, though her station as an established Sith Lord means there are likely to be far more important things she could be doing...

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Name: Thallia Valcia
Appearance:
Role: Sith Apprentice
Personality: Thallia is a woman that everyone cant help but love. She simply has that edge to her, a trait one does not see often in a Sith. She is still an Apprentice though, despite many years of apparent success, and many put this down to her lack of vision and her apparent eagerness to aid others.
Story:Thallia has a reasonably high percentage of Sith blood, and is respected among the Sith for it. Throughout her life, she has managed to be the one who never seems to do anything herself, but always has things done when she needs them done. In the Korriban academy it is no secret that she amassed a fair number of followers, ranging from those she blackmailed into following her to those who fell over her for her roguish looks. She is known to be among Nyiss' many apprentices, but rarely receives any direct training from the Darth and seems to be there simply because, like so many others, Nyiss likes her. She isn't really important in the grand Sith schemes, and she is only onboard the Hask because Nyiss is. She still has a small army of followers at her beck and call, but they are weak and stupid to a man.

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Name: Allanar Damarcus
Appearance:
Role: Jedi Knight
Personality: Calm. Kind. Always at peace. Very hard to rile up. Willing to listen to anyone. Never hasty in his judgements. A natural leader, though he doesn’t want to be one. He leads by example, not by commands.
Story: Born on Coruscant in the early years of the war, Allanar Damarcus’ Force sensitivity was discovered at a young age, due to his parents having been hired for jobs by the Jedi. He is a true child of the Temple, upholding every ideal the masters consider good for jedi. As a natural result of these traits mixing together, he has no idea they view him so, and even if he did know, he would have been too humble to acknowledge it. He is always interested in learning more, in becoming a better Jedi. He always had a knack for staying calm under pressure and making the right decisions, though he is sometimes slow to decide.

This is not out of any doubt or stupidity, rather he always considers every aspect of a situation before making a final judgement. Some in the temple believed this trait would make him an excellent Consular, but when the time came he embarked upon the path of the Jedi Guardian, seeking to bring his sound mind to the front and help the most needy of people affected by the war. Though he has fought many Sith, it was never because he wished them dead, it was always to defend those who could not defend themselves - be they civilians or soldiers beset by the superior powers of a Sith. Though not a great War Hero, he is something of a veteran of war, his short years on the front having hardened him to any hardships he may personally endure. With his own resilience has come even greater appreciation for the plight of the helpless. He was called back to the temple not long before the Sacking of Coruscant, as the masters did not want the war to break such a promising Jedi.

When the the Sith struck against the temple, he was conferring with an Ithorian master. Though they managed to hide themselves from the initial strike teams, they were later discovered by Darth Nyiss herself. The Ithorian was killed, and after a brief duel, Allanar was captured by the Darth, who proved to be a much better duelist.

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Name: Viera Starr

Appearance:
Role: Jedi Knight (young)
Personality: Jaded. Untrusting. Reluctant, yet curious. Whenever she feels insecure, she talks. A lot.
Story:
Viera Starr's story is sad. She was born on a refugee ship, her father unknown, her mother too poor to really care for her. As such, her early years have scarred her deeply. Having been shuttled around from planet to planet during the war, she lost faith in the republic that was supposed to protect her. It did not help that when she was six years old, her mother became a full-time spice addict. Only bit of luck she ever had was that the last refugee ship she was on was attacked, and hijacked, by pirates. How could this be luck, you might ask? The luck was in that there was someone important to the republic aboard. That meant that the ship got taken back by the republic with Jedi aid.

As chance has it, her mother died during one of these attacks. Viera still is uncertain which. This was both sad and freeing. It also somehow led to her being discovered by the Jedi rescuers. One of them, a Jedi Knight named Ziris Sorenn, sensed her potential and her plight. He took her in and brought her to the Coruscanti temple for training.

Over the next decade, she was trained in the Jedi arts, even as the masters worked to mend the wounds to her psyche. Because of her sore past, she was given extra attention to ensure she would not fall to the dark side. Viera threw virtually all of her past into the trash bin, dedicating herself fully to the Jedi order. The only part she could not discard was her lost faith in the republic. Nothing could convince her to change that opinion. Thus, while she fights for the Jedi, she does not fight for the republic.

Like so many others, she was present in the Jedi temple at the time of the Sacking. Recently knighted, Viera had chosen to delve into the Archives, knowing well that would mostly let her avoid interacting with anyone from the republic. As deep down in the temple as she was, not even the sound of the ship crashing into the temple reached her. All that did was a slight tremor.

The Force told her something was wrong though. She felt the deaths of both Jedi and civilians higher up. Accessing live security records, she saw the Sith strike teams. Using the library mainframe, she tried to send a warning out from Coruscant, but it, like all other communications, was blocked by the Sith.

It did not take them long to find her. Or to subdue her. She had seen long ago that there was no chance to escape. When hiding failed, she surrendered. When she wouldn’t shut up even after they tied her up, they knocked her unconscious. She will often talk to attempt to cover up her uncertainty.

[Rtron]

Who and what are you?

Sith Lord Sish, Trandoshan

You might have many masters or causes, but when it is ground down properly, you serve one side alone. Which is it? The Sith Empire or the Galactic Republic?

The Sith Empire

What do you look like, and how are you dressed?



I stand at 6ft 6in, with glossy green scales. My left arm is about two, three inches shorter than my right, a fond memory of my master. There are a few scars on my body, though they should be gone when I next shed. My eyes used to be a dark orange. Now, they're a yellow, a side affect of the Dark Side.

My clothing is battle armor. Black padding with metal plates. Only my hands, feet, and head remain uncovered, the former two because they're more useful that way, the latter because of personal preference. It's not customized, other than the color.

Why do you fight? What thoughts and ideas influence your actions? What are the reasons behind it all?

People assume that the Dark Side is evil. Babies impaled upon spears. Civilians cut down in mad rages. While they are correct, they are also wrong. Those things can happen, those things probably have happened. But the Dark Side is not inherently evil. It is giving into emotions, being free. Utilizing the power given to us as it was meant to be, to command the herds of those weaker than us. The Jedi hide themselves from this power, fearing it and what it might do to them. Fearing freedom and utilizing logic when they should be governed by passion. Calm when they should use anger. Love when they should use hate. And because of this, they are weak. Easily deceived. Manipulated. Broken.

The Jedi lock away their emotions, thinking it makes them strong, fearing what the Dark Side can offer. They are wrong. It makes them weak. Emotions, all emotions, are what define us. Locking away some, or all, of them is unnatural, and foolish. Because of this, they will never know the fear of death, and will not fight as hard to avoid it. They will never know the anger, the grief, of seeing a friend fall in battle, and will not fight to avenge them. And if they do they fear it's touch, and shield themselves from it. And because of this they deny the truth of the Galaxy. The strong survive, and the weak die. It is not the destiny of those with power to protect those who cannot protect themselves. It is the destiny of the strong to rule the weak. They think they are different from us, calling themselves 'guides' and 'advisers'. In reality, they are almost like us. The strong ruling the weak, only we accept this fact, and they deny it. And because of this, they will die. They will suffer. Nothing can be too much for what they have done the Galaxy.

In short, I fight to free the Galaxy from the foolish ideals of the Jedi, so that it will stop being weak. I fight to strengthen it. I fight so that the law of the Strong Rule the Weak become Galaxy wide. I fight to make the Jedi pay for causing this weakness. To make them suffer. Weep. Die.

Do you have any skills that make you stand out from the crowd?

Combat, obviously. One does not get Jagannath points by being scholarly. Before I joined the Sith, I was a mercenary wandering the Galaxy, with a taste for melee combat. That was enhanced and carried over when I joined and was trained by the Sith. I've fought a wide variety of opponents, from the dirtiest of Bounty Hunters to the most honorable of Wookies. Not to say I can't be surprised, but I've seen all the tricks, and can adapt accordingly. Of course, the infrared spectrum. It makes hiding from me hard indeed, as I can see heat signatures fairly easily.

How do you relate to everyone else? Do you have any friends, family, foes or subordinates among them?

Will update later.

What made you the person you are today? How did the past influence your present?

From birth, my life was one of combat and struggle. The earning of Jagannath points began early and never stopped. One of my siblings tried to kill me, and I ripped his throat out. Death was a daily part of my life, and I became numb to it quite quickly. The death of the Emperor would affect me about as much as the death of a bug. Most of my family is dead. Mother just disappeared, and I never saw her again. My father died protecting his ghrakhowsk. I killed my other siblings, or they would have tried to kill me, my Force Sensitivity allowing me to survive in situations where I should have been killed. The Strong Survive, the Weak Die. I left when I was adult age, twenty-five, in search of more Jagannath points, because I couldnt' earn enough on Trandosha. Thus began my career as a Mercenary.

I took jobs for the Hutts, the Galactic Republic, The Sith Empire, anyone who would pay well, I did a job for them. I avoided long term contracts. They bogged me down, and I preferred to earn my Jagannath points against a variety of opponents and prey. On the few times I was with a Jedi, then sensed my abilities, and tried to recruit me. I refused all. There were definitely not going to be any Jagannath points if I followed the peaceful route of the Jedi. Did it bother me when I fought and killed Republic soldiers? Not in the slightest. My planet was apart of it, but my allegiances were to the Scorekeeper. What mattered who won the war in this world when the Scorekeeper was awaiting me at death? And so, I did my job for a variety of people and governments, and I did it well. While I didn't exactly become infamous, I was usually sought after by a large amount of people for a variety of jobs. The Galactic Republic had hired me when the Sith...'recruited' me.

It was a simple job. Go with a squad of Republic soldiers and investigate rumors of Sith scouts. No force users, just soldier to soldier combat. Kill all hostiles, etc. Well...that didn't exactly happened. We walked into the bunker, a Mon Calamari in the lead. It was quiet, abnormally so. I saw their heat before they revealed themselves. They rose and before their lightsabers activated the Mon Calamari managed to shout 'It's a Trap!' He was cut down along with a host of others. The doors closed behind us, and the butchering began. It came down to a slaughter in close quarters. After all, what use was blasters in that death hole? Their use of the Force didn't help our chances either. For a few, long, hectic motions it became a whirring world of red light, flashing heat, screams, a few blaster shots, and blade upon lightsaber,

Still, I held my own, even managing to wound one. That's partially what saved me from being executed. After my Trandoshan double-blade slashed across my assailants face, my arm was suddenly gone and I was thrown, pushed, without being touched into the nearby wall. I still had a hand on my double blade, however. As they began executing those that weren't already dead, I took more notice in their details, aside from the fact they were Sith and enemies. Most of the fighters had been young, and were speaking to others who stood off in the shadows in terms like 'master'. Apprentices then. Getting their first test.

That's when I noticed there was quite a bit more dead Sith apprentices among the corpses of the Republic soldiers than there should have been. That didn't make sense. It was a bloodbath, a perfect victory. Why would there be their own dead amongst my former allies? That's when I noticed that all of the apprentices who had been killed weren't killed by blaster or sword. They were killed by lightsaber. So, the test wasn't to slay a group of Republic scum. It was to prove which of them was stronger. The Strong survive and the Weak die.

Someone was approaching, apparently preparing to kill me. Judging from the wound across his face, this was the apprentice that I had wounded. He was making some arrogant statement about my death, presumably, and glancing off to his fellows. Arrogance I could take advantage of. Distraction I could to. Alone they possibly wouldn't work. Together though...perfect opportunity. He was only wearing robes, and the blade cut through them like they weren't even there. The surprise on his face was comical, before he slumped over. I shoved the blade through his throat just to make sure. And that's what got the attention of his, soon to be my, master. He was a pureblooded Sith, red tentacles on his face and all. His name was Shâsot Rather than killing me, sensed I was gifted with the power of the force. Judging by how I had survived the massacre and killed his apprentice, I possessed some strength. But, of course, he had to see just how much. I remember trying to reach my blade to kill myself before his boot crashed on my skull and I lost consciousness. I couldn't be captured! All my Jagannath points would be reduced to zero! My life would be forfeit!

Well, so much for that idea.

I'll gloss over my..'trials'. Suffice to say, they were painful, brutal, and proved my strength to my master. By the time he was through, I was more than willing to accept his offer. My training was less painful, but no less brutal and no less proving my strength. I was not 'pure'. I was assumed to be weak then. This was soon dissuaded with the deaths of a few of those who thought I was weak enough to kill, quietly and with no connections to me of course. My master was the first of those. We assaulted a group of Jedi. We won, and were separated from our forces. I sensed my opportunity. At long last, I could kill him. Prove my strength without a doubt. And, admittedly, get a revenge for his zeroing of my Jagannath points and the 'trials'. I killed him because I was stronger, and he was weaker. I attacked him because it had been my life until he arrived. Being captured alive was a great shame to your average Trandoshan. I still hadn't lost that sense of shame. He wasn't unprepared, perhaps expecting it for years now. I didn't have the element of surprise, but I didn't want it either. The weak use surprise tactics.

It was a brutal fight, but I prevailed in the end, separating his head from his shoulders with my remaining arm. He had cut it off during the battle and I only avoided being killed then and there through force lightning. He had also destroyed my lightsaber. Returning to our group, I spoke of a surviving Jedi Master. They didn't believe it, and muttered darkly about it, as all the Jedi who were in the group were accounted for, but they didn't dare challenge me. I had proven my strength, and they were to weak to kill me. Though, prejudices run deep in the Empire, and I'm always considered 'inferior' by most who first meet me or haven't heard of me.

I met my apprentice for the first time on her home planet. It was a subtle mission, to kill a Jedi, and I largely kept my identity as Sith Warrior a secret. I did sense that her and her brother were both force sensitive. The latter apparently a renowned warrior. Of course, even though I didn't worship the Scorekeeper anymore, I still couldn't resist the challenge. Turns out, he wasn't. The Jedi found me over the corpse, and she proved to be more of a fight. I thought she had died, and was leaving for Kashyyyk, as I hadn't killed a Wookie in quite a few years and still had a while before reporting success.

My apprentice followed me to the Wookie planet. I found her injured, with two dead Wookies around her and another getting ready to kill her. I killed the surviving Wookie, and rather than thank me, she tried to attack me, screaming some nonsense about her brother. It was short fight, ending with her unconscious, but not dead. She was strong, that was certain. Following me across the Galaxy, surviving the forest floor of Kashyyyk, slaying two Wookies, and then still trying to kill me. But, I had to find out if she was strong enough to be a Sith.

The 'trials' began again, only the roles were reversed. As soon as I had determined she was indeed strong enough to be my apprentice, I made an offer. At first she refused. So I tried to break her, make her agree, as my master had done with me. That didn't work, and it soon became clear I would kill her before I would break her. So, I tried a different tactic. What did she want with all of her emotion and life in her? My death. So, I used this fact. She couldn't kill me as she was right now, and I was offering the chance for her to gain the power necessary to do so. The Jedi wouldn't allow her to have her vengeance. The other Sith would slay her for not being Pure. I was her only chance.

Clearly, that worked.

Now, what were we, a Sith Warrior Lord and his apprentice, doing torturing and question and turning young Jedi? We were apart of the invasion force. The reason my apprentice and I are on this ship is twofold. We're heading back to Korriban, to continue her training. Also, I sense she's not entirely assured of the rightness of our path, of the Dark Side. She could waver. She could be weak and turn back to the way of the Jedi. If she is, I'll have to kill her of course. But, there is no way to know that without a test. And what better way to test than the torturing of those her age or younger? Will she stay strong? Or will she be weak, pathetic and show sympathy to the maggots that are bringing about the death of a galaxy?

Everyone has Flaw(s)...what are yours?

I believe I have already mentioned my force weaknesses and strengths. I'm also emotional. Even for the Sith. Anger, hate. I am not well versed in disguising them, and in this new challenge...it may prove my death. In case you haven't noticed, I am unreasonable, wrathful, sadistic even, when it comes to the Jedi. There is no punishment that is too cruel for them. The can never suffer enough. They will bleed for a galaxy they've brought to it's knees.

I am a Trandoshan. Even before I became a Sith Warrior, I preferred to handle my problems the direct route, rather than the roundabout way. Sadly, this cannot be the case in the politics of the Sith Ship I have found myself upon. I will be in uncertain waters, and unable to tell if I'm being manipulated or not. I'm afraid. I, the Sith Lord, am afraid. The Sith are emotional, but in our politics we are more apt to the Jedi, or droids. Cold, ruthless, efficient. I am illsuited for this type of battle. Not only that, I am bringing an apprentice who wants nothing more in this world than to kill me. But I will play their game. And I will prove that I am strong enough to survive in this new environment.

And if I die, so be it. The strong survive, and the weak die.

Would you describe your Lightsaber, if you have made one?

Simple, Utilitarian. A tool for killing. Designed to be easily used by my three clawed fingers. A bronze color. Designed for a right hand than a left. I stripped it from my master's corpse.

If you wield a Lightsaber, which of the Seven combat forms has your order trained you in?

I am proficient in Form V Djem So.

Describe your preference in the use of the Force. Are you particularly talented in any one area? Do you have flaws in another? What are the limits on what you can or will do?

Combat. Force lightning, Force kill, force augmenting of my physical abilities, anything and everything that increases my ability to battle the Jedi I am proficient in. As such, it leaves more of the..subtle applications of the Force out of my reach. I can fill my enemies with fear, or terror and paralyze them for a short time, but I cannot mind control their decisions. If I wanted to get through a checkpoint with items my enemies were searching for, a couple of droids for example, I could not wave my hand and make them believe I didn't have the droids they wanted. I'd have to cut my way through and hope the droids come out alright.

As such, I cannot wield the Force in long or overly complicated uses. I can manipulate it in short bursts of physical augmentation or other short objects like choking or killing an opponent, or throwing them into and possibly through a pillar or using Force lightning. I'm also not for the delicate applications. Brute strength and straight power of the force. Nothing fancy. Simple and direct.

[Rtron]

Who and what are you?

Zanna, Pureblood Sith Inquisitor and Alchemist.

You might have many masters or causes, but when it is ground down properly, you serve one side alone. Which is it? The Sith Empire or the Galactic Republic?

Sith Empire

What do you look like, and how are you dressed?



I stand at 5ft 7in. My general clothing is the black, form fitting cloth, ending in black boots, with the black robes over it.

Why do you fight? What thoughts and ideas influence your actions? What are the reasons behind it all?

Power. Pure and simple. I fight for power so I can ascend the Sith Hierarchy. It was what was instilled into me by my master. Power is everything. And because I am pure. Power is my right, superiority my gift. The halfbloods and the humans should look up to me, not the other way around.

Do you have any skills that make you stand out from the crowd?

Force powers. Primarily dealing with the mind, though I have skill in a large amount of the areas of the force. Complex, or just straight endurance using it is nothing to me. Particularly if it involves anything to deal with the mind, from irrelevant fear, to illusions, to panic, to Affliction, I'm well versed in that art. I can even break into someone's mind and watch their memories, or what their minds are showing them. I'm also well versed alchemy, specifically potions that trigger negative reactions. Like reliving memories that are painful. Or their mind creating illusions that terrify them. If I can visit their minds, see how they are affected by it, I can begin making a breakthrough into warping the realities of the mind, even forcing people to relive memories of my choosing.

How do you relate to everyone else? Do you have any friends, family, foes or subordinates among them?

Lord Sish is considered my primary enemy, though his apprentice I could manipulate against him..

What made you the person you are today? How did the past influence your present?

I was born in the Sith Empire, to the remnants Kissai caste. The Dark Side of the Force was in my blood, and from a young age I studied it and the practical uses of Alchemy. While most of my fellow students preferred to study the nature of the Dark Side itself, I was far more interested in learning of the affect of the Dark Side, or alchemy, on the mind. Could it break people's minds? Could we use it to force false memories onto people? Could it even be used to corrupt their perception of reality? That's what set me on the track I am today. Studying the affects of the Force on the minds of sentient beings, and how it could be used. I've already developed a method of breaking into someone's mind and reliving the memories they are reliving, seeing what their mind is conjuring. It's...fascinating.

Soon, I was discovered to be force Sensitive, and shipped off to the Korriban academy to learn how to be a Sith. I displayed a talent for using Force powers, and was soon given over to an Inquisitor for training. It was...harsh. Brutal. Not physically, but mentally, especially when it came to using the force. Some of my fellow apprentices died from the training , even before the cut throat murder to be the 'one' the master delivered all of his secrets to began. I nearly died when this began, poisons being cured just in time, fighting off the mental attacks of my fellows. I always responded in kind and I always was victorious in the end. Of course, this could never be proven, but there was no doubt in anyone's mind. I was the strongest. I was the most determined. I deserved the secrets our master could deliver.

And deliver he did. Information I didn't even know of he delivered to me, and I was grateful. It's why he's still alive. He's the reason I've gotten as far as I have and he's realized that his life was worth much more than trying to kill me. So, my studies began in earnest, and while I could still be technically considered an apprentice, I surpassed my master and I am now looking to further increase my powers. That's partly why I'm here, to garner Darth Nyiss's favor and become her apprentice, while also helping her with her experiments, my skills, and experiments, in the area of mental manipulation and essentially torture reaching even her ears.

I will become her apprentice, even if I have to poison and kill all of those who would get in my way.

Everyone has flaw(s)... What is/are yours?

Combat. I am well versed in the use of the force, but in combat I am sadly..inefficient when compared to my more combat orientated brethren, or that dumb Lizard Sish. I'm also not to be trusted. Now, most of the Sith in the Empire aren't to be trusted, it's just common knowledge. But, being an Inquisitor, people are far less likely to trust me in alliances. With good reason. I would poison them, betray them, stab them, anything and everything if it served to further my position to become Darth Nyiss's apprentice. So, if they all decided to band against me, I'd have no allies to turn to unless they were forced to work with me as well. Arrogance too, I suppose. But it's not really a flaw. It's just the truth. I am superior to any and all non-Purebloods on this ship. Especially the Trandoshan.

Would you describe your Lightsaber, if you have made one?



Scarlet Crystal.

If you wield a Lightsaber, which of the Seven combat forms has your order trained you in?

While I prefer Form IV: Ataru, I have also studied Form VI: Niman.

Describe your preference in the use of the Force. Are you particularly talented in any one area? Do you have flaws in another? What are the limits on what you can or will do?

Primarily mental abilities. Force Horror, Force Affliction. Force Fear. Force rage. For combat I have force lightning, Force Choke, and Force Push are the only few. I largely rely on confusion and interrogation, messing with Sentient's minds to fight my battles. Alchemy helps with that greatly, as I do not have to exert myself to gain the wanted results. As I said before, I can enter someone's mind and see what they're seeing, relive memories with them, and so on so forth. Sith Alchemy helps me greatly here, although I haven't mastered creating the war beasts yet.

[Fallenreaper]

Jayda Endor

Who and what are you?
Jayda Enor, a Zabrak.

You might have many masters or causes, but when it is ground down properly, you serve one side alone. Which is it? The Sith Empire or the Galactic Republic?

I once hoped I would be like my father, a Grey Force user, and walk the fine line of middle ground between light and dark. That path ended a long time ago. While some would consider me a Sith by association and currently serve the Sith Empire, only because I serve underneath my brother's murder. The day I finally took his offer my keff* had a dark feeling about the path I was taking but I’ve never wondered why.

*Judger of Change, an inner feeling and personal sense of future change

What do you look like, and how are you dressed?

Being a female Zabrak at height of 5’10”, I have a curved, graceful appearance that makes most view me as less of a combative threat compared to more sizable foes. That’s only because they have no decent knowledge about me and likely set in that ignorance, something I can use to my advantage. Though I’m told my movements sometimes have a sharpness that scream otherwise, giving a subtle warning about what I’m capable of. My eyes are dark purple and slightly narrow, eliminating any notions of innocence I might’ve once believed in. Skin tone is a pale peach rather close to natural human skin color thanks to my human heritage from my grandfather. Another trait I inherited from my human relative is the hair that graces my orat*. The color of tarnished gold and pulled back into a single braid, the end stops at the base of my neck. Among my hair are two horn sets of distinct different sizes. My first and smallest set seemed nothing more than studs then proper vestigial horns. Starting from the hairline the lighter color orat follow backwards to end at the top of my head, six in total, and each the same size. My second set is much more visible because they are at least half an inch longer and trailing around my ears, numbering four on each side.

My right ear has about three earrings fastened to the outer edge, closed and small looped. These are the only sign of glamour in my appearance as the rest is simple and suitable for a fight. My outfit covers me for the most part, leaving my head uncovered from neck up and gloves on my hands so I wield my weapons there's no likeliness of it slipping. It hides the flesh that’s covered in numerous scars from when Sish tried to break me. Many of these scars mix with my traditional Jato tattoos, beginning from the outer curve of my face, running down my neck to across the top of my shoulders and ending at many points of my body.

Closest to her outfit I can find.


Why do you fight? What thoughts and ideas influence your actions? What are the reasons behind it all?

It is in my nature as a Zabrak since my race is war-like and born warriors so how can I not fight? We achieve physical strength through sheer mental will and determination, proving it to all those that doubt because nothing is impossible if you believe it hard enough. This might explain why I believe I can achieve my revenge against the Sith that took the life of someone dear to me one day. My reason is petty and a weak excuse but when you know that person is dead because of you, it’s hard to allow his killer to walk away unpunished. I can’t live with that image of seeing my brother lying dead on the floor or the fact I failed in my weak attempts to avenge him. So revenge is my reason for the things I do, why I fight until the bitter end.

Do you have any skills that make you stand out from the crowd?

I have a photographic memory and the inability to forget anything, both rather useful when it comes to recalling anything I’ve seen, heard or been told. However it is both a blessing and a curse. It also means I can’t forget the harsh suffering I experience at Sish’s claws or the killing I’ve committed. It will always very fresh in my mind as the day it occurred whenever I recall it again. Like I said before it’s a double edged blade.

I pride myself on my agility, adaptability and endurance, skills I’ve improved though mental and physical disciple. Being a Zabrak means I’m a hardy species so I can withstand a large amount of damage, but like everyone I have my limits. I can also tolerate high levels of pain as demonstrated during my master’s attempt to break me, able to willed myself through it and continue the fight even when near death.

I’m a quicker learner then most when I’m not overcome with emotion, sometimes taking a short span of training for me to catch onto something new especially in my area of strength. Depending on its usefulness in surviving among the Sith, I can decide on whether to store it away for later or convert it to muscle memory. When making it muscle memory, it seems to take longer to make my body reflex automatically then when I first learn and perform it. Thinking about my moves is easy but training my body to do with as little to no thought at all takes a bit of time, at least a week or more depending on the complexity. Once fixed there it will never fade and I can focus on more important matters like how to stay one step ahead of those who would want me dead.

How do you relate to everyone else? Do you have any friends, family, foes or subordinates among them?

An begrudging Master and current teacher, Lord Sith Sish, is the murder that took my brother's life. He's a Lizard who I hate the most and vow to one day kill, setting both my brother's and my soul to rest. I can't just outright kill because despite what most believe of him, he's not as stupid as he looks. That's the dangerous part. So I must wait, buying my time until one day...

What made you the person you are today? How did the past influence your present?

It’s best to just tell you my past and present, than let you figure the answer out for yourself.

My father was Hymo Solusar, a half Zabrak/Human, and a Grey Jedi that had married and raised a family. My mother was Testa Enor and a pure blood Zabrak that he fell in love with, stating it was her beauty and grace that had him returning all the way back to Iridonia where they wed and lived. During each of his biological children’s births, my father tested us for a connection to the force. He feared one would test strongly with the force calling the attention of the Jedi and threatened to tear his family apart. None us of had tested positive much to our father’s relief.

I grew up among three other siblings. My elder brother and sister were Mehinn and Tarmira, twins, while the last child was younger, an adopted human named Malik. We all were raised deep in Zabrak traditions, even Malik despite his none blood relation, among our mother’s clan. So that should explain why I speak a mix of Zabrak and Basic just out of habit. We grew up on the Iridonia equator where the sun was always set in the evening position so we developed our own internal clock because of the endless evenings. We all were completely ignorant of father’s past as a Jedi master but his disciple, teachings and more were very strong in his parenting.

Like all my siblings, I trained in various material arts and combat that stemmed to both physical and mental disciple when I could balance upright. I seemed to take quickly to combat and improvising during a fight, usually determined to win at all costs. It took time but then my father began to sense force sensitive beings in the house and it resulted in his decision about retesting his children. After taking secret samples, he discovered two of us had came back positive: Mehinn and me. Thus began my early introduction to the Force and the hope both of us would make our own choices.

When my Res Selenoren came, Tarmira already moved into her husband’s clan by the Great Acid Sea and Mehinn improving his combat skills in Malidris. I passed mother’s first challenge easy. It was a mental puzzle that involved skill, a well-tuned ear and creating the exact pattern of pitches between a quetarra, an eight stringed instrument, and twelve crystal glasses filled with different water levels just to open a door. The second one had given me a bit of difficulty because it became a test to survive more than a physical achievement. It was by the Great Acid Sea, my goal was to locate, stalk and retrieve a Zhaboka that was stashed away in an amphibious creature’s territory. I’ve not to this day figured out how father managed to put it there and not get hurt! The final one was a social challenge. The most important one required I spend a entire month’s service to my step-brother’s clan.

After I completed my Res Selenoren, I was marked with my clan’s Jato to be an adult at the end of the Rising Festival among the many other successful children. Over the next few years, my mother slowly became ill and due to my father’s emotional concerns with her health, his lessons had declined with her worsening condition until I was eighteen. In three years, her illness seemed to have reached it's peak causing me to finally set off to Malidris. Malik wanted to stay behind so I was chosen to deliver the grim news to Mehinn and confine my own worries in him.

When I arrived and delivered the news, Mehinn was disheartened to hear mother’s condition despite the accomplishment he gained in the capital. I was returning back to his residence after some last minute travel preparations only to find a Trandoshan standing over my brother’s dead body. For a moment the world stopped and then I snapped, foolishly engaging the killer in a combat before I could gauge his strength. Towards the battle’s end, I had to whipping an object in front of me when he aimed Force Lightening at my chest, causing an explosion that both saved me from being killed instantly and sending us both flying back. It didn’t stop me from being send though the window and crashing down onto a balcony a few levels below.

The Trandoshan must’ve believed I had fallen to my death because he was gone when I came around but I would always remember his face. I acted rashly, instead of tending to my brother’s body or consulting with my father, and took the first ship off planet in pursue. I didn’t know where he was heading but in the end, I just felt him out until I came to land upon the Wookie home world. It took me longer then I wanted before I found him, discovered his trail on the planet Kashyyk. The only thing on my mind was killing him so I’ll skim over the dangers I encountered and fact I ended up in a conflict between three male Wookies. He showed up just after I was disarmed, two dead, and the last one about to bash my head in. He saved me. And I repaid him by trying to kill him. To me he was a monster and of course I failed for the second time leaving me the one out cold. Why he didn’t kill me was a mystery that I didn’t bother fathoming then.

He instead tested me.

To give you a taste of how dangerous, cruel and brutal my trials were I’ll tell you about the very first one. It was the easiest one in comparison. He had hung me upside down, my arms and legs bond, bleeding just a foot above the Kashyyk’s forest floor. My lightsaber was gone and the wildlife was already drawn to my weaken struggles, appearing to be nothing more than an easy, tasty meal. Worst part I was still dizzy and drained after the earlier confrontations. I managed to stay alive until I got back to the ship, barely. Each test after became harder and harder until he approached me about becoming his apprentice. My rage had only slightly faded; killing him was the only thing that was important to me at that moment.

I refused and that’s when he tried to break me. I was lucky he was only adapted in one area of the force or surviving the torture would’ve been almost impossible. I can still remember every bit of it. From screaming as his Lightening pulsed through my entire being, my flesh cooking and filling my nose, until my voice gave out to much worse. He seemed to realize that if he kept on his merciless treatment then I would die rather be forced to another’s will, this was when I noticed his tactic changed. He still tortured me daily yet he slowly eased away from it, reasoning I couldn’t kill him this way. Being caged and helpless, I had to listen. Inside I knew what he spoke was the truth. I needed more power and he was offering a chance to see why he was stronger, knowing I had limited options. Finally, I agreed.

Even after a few weeks my injuries were still healing but at least I was alive. I learned under him until the present day. It was hard at first to control the impulse to lash out at him, my resentment strong enough I was certain he could feel it, but after a while I learned to control it. I wouldn’t make another mistake as I have before. I needed to find his weaknesses first then exploit them when the time is right. Until then, I adapted. I had gotten use to how the Sith see me and learned to curb my words, swallowing their insults and views until I was able to have my actions prove I wasn’t weak.

We’re heading back to Korriban to continue my training and bring me closer to my goal. Yet, I’ve begin to wonder if this path is the one I should be treading on or should I hold true to my father’s ideals? I sensed a change about Lord Sith Sish but the reason why, I’m unsure about. Inside I suspect he senses my hesitation to completely submit to the darkness. If that is true then I’m treading on a thin lead or my choices might end up hanging me by the throat.

Everyone has flaw(s)... What is/are yours?

My overall skeleton structure is somewhat heavier than a human around my weight and size. The reason is because my bones are more dense and rigid. Though I appear no bigger, it requires more force to ‘damage’ my frame then humans as a trait to my Zabrak heritage. This strength is also found in my Orat, horns, and claws which I grow out for a secondary weapon if I’m ever disarmed. Though the horns on my head are able to slice upon contact, they have their weaknesses. Namely they are sensitive to heat, cold and touch near the horn base where the flesh gives away to the bone. Depending on the nature of the touch, it can be either intimate or painful yet they are hard to crack and break from impact force saving me from sustaining head damage. Due to our natural state being carnivores, my teeth are designed for aid in rendering and tearing of raw or nearly raw meats and fish. Though I can digest and consume vegetables, fruit, and other substance, meat is my main steeple.

My eyes are unique, almost feline or reptilian; the pupils are able to dilate to nearly engulfing my iris or thin strips enabling me to see in both extreme light and dark situations. However with this advantage, there is a price: I’m photosensitive. A sudden shift in brightness, a flash or pitch darkness for example, could end up temporarily blinding me. Forcing me to rely on other methods to ‘see’ my foe and surroundings like through smell and hearing.

Scent and pheromones, living creatures tend to give off those through their natural chemistry. Especially other Zabrak, myself include is always emitting such signals that other Zabrak can smell. Even under the scents of perfumes or such smells, an important factor in Tai’Shan bonding ritual and with bonded pairs. From what I’ve been told, if a mate that have bonded in the tradition have ever died then the result is the most painful experience any Zabrak can live though. Luckily, I’ve never experienced it. My sense of smell is also linked to memory and recall, each creature and sentient has a subtle scent all their own which imprints and stands out in my mind if I’ve grown accustomed to it. Especially useful in times of true blindness and vision loss, I can use it to know my surroundings and the people within while my sense of sight or hearing is loss. Like my eyesight there’s a weakness to it. I have to stay focused when in the presence of a strong odors that could over whelm me, usually in unexpected cases, in order to pick up a trace smell like a drop of blood or perfume.

A Zabrak’s hearing is heightened and sensitive, usually requiring some degree of focus to ensure its maximum potential. Something I do automatically now, able to locate and target the sound I can hone on key noises making it possible to piece together trajectory and correlation in aid finding what I seek. I am traditionally a hunter and combatant by nature, small sounds can easily be detected as it passes the ear and catching my attention but I admit in my youth, small and larger sounds sometimes went missing in the thrill of bolder ones. This is common with untrained and unfocused Zabrak.

I have an increased metabolism, heighten immune response, and increase physical tolerance to extremes in temperature and physical pain. (Though I have more trouble striving in cold climates then hot)This is mainly because of the set of hearts in my body, one smaller than the other; they are in front of the lungs on either side of my chest. The primary and largest is on the left side and responsible for majority of blood flow through the systems while the secondary aids in blood return and height blood flow to lungs, brain and digestive system. Naturally this means I have a higher caloric intake and need to eat more than other races because of my greater speed, strength and ease in low oxygenated environments. When they both are in working order then I’m in my physical peak but if one fails, for any reason, it will kill me in the end. Stopping my life in its prime when both of them die. With the increase in metabolism, starving a Zabrak is usually a death sentence reducing our muscle and flesh to danger levels within a short time so we usually have something on hand to eat.

Would you describe your Lightsaber, if you have made one?


I was taught to fight with a lightsaber, personalize for comfortable performance during extended use. I learned to build my own from my father and elder brother Mehinn, the only sibling with a talent for such pieces. It seemed the force was rather strong for him when it came to creating light sabers. My own light saber is both a weapon and a piece of him that has survived every time I put it into practice. I wouldn’t put it pass any of the human apprentices among the Sith to attempt to sabotage my weaponry so I maintain and calibrate my own light saber on a regular basis that I’m familiar with. Call it paranoia or distrust, I believe caution fits better. I’ll admit the power cell still gives me trouble from time to time, usually requiring longer time spent on manually checking it than any other part has. A rare trait about it is the crystal, it's a Hurrikaine passed down from my father when my elder brother decided to make his weapon from his hard earn components A more solid and believable reason was he refusing the hand-me-down crystal simply because he watched my eyes light when I first saw it. It gives my lightsaber blade a purple coloring that tails back to my origins as Grey Jedi's daughter.

If you wield a Lightsaber, which of the Seven combat forms has your order trained you in?

I’m proficient in Form III: Soresu, from my past and father’s early teachings, he was more concern I survive then eliminate the threat. I also learned Form V Djem So from my current Sith Lord. I’ve mastered neither of them but I’m efficient enough to switch back and forth, using the prior to either wear down my opponent’s stamina or study their combat style enough to seek out any weaknesses then I begin to shift to V Djem So when going on the offensive. I also learn it to discover the weaknesses of the Form that my Master uses.

Describe your preference in the use of the Force. Are you particularly talented in any one area? Do you have flaws in another? What are the limits on what you can or will do?

When it comes to physical combat in combination with the force, I’m rather adapt and strong in that area. Able to perform abilities like manipulating objects around me with Force Push and Pull, Jump Force, Weapon Force and Force Speed are among my first learning when it came to combat. They weren’t any different than what my father taught me so they were merely strengthened. Naturally they are among my stronger skills as an apprentice, not necessary in power against a strong foe but rather in endurance. However it’s only been several months since I became an apprentice, it means the more advance abilities such as Force Lightening, and other high level skills that aren’t basic are currently beyond my reach. I’m working my way there being the reason we’re heading to Korriban to advance my training.

For the most part, any Force power related to the mental manipulation is left undeveloped and rather weak. It’s not that I don’t have the ability but just the absence in training, Sith Lord Sish isn’t known for his strength in this area either. As a result, despite my Zabrak training for mental disciple before becoming an apprentice, I also am lacking. There is one that I’ve managed to slightly develop out of sheer will and determination. It’s the ability to manipulate another’s mind. Sadly I can only use this on weaker minds and for a short time. My master can’t teach me how to strength it beyond merely placing suggestions, an irritation to me, so for now I’m on my own to figure this out. Hopefully by mastering these skills it will give me an edge over him.

Is there anything else you would like to mention about yourself?

Anything else is best you find out on your own...

[Fallenreaper]

Xid Terrik

Who and what are you?

Xid Terrik, human

You might have many masters or causes, but when it is ground down properly, you serve one side alone. Which is it? The Sith Empire or the Galactic Republic?

Galactic Republic or Jedi.

What do you look like, and how are you dressed?

Before I was captured and stuffed in a cage, I was looked just like a healthy seventeen year old teenager. I was considered thin back then too, even when I was well fed, with a lanky and thin built. I’m even shorter than most, reaching up to 5' 7" and weighting at 140 lbs which means I have to look up to meet my Master’s eyes! I also have dark curly blonde hair with a single, a thin Padawan braid resting against my face and it’s something I tend to wrap about my finger when thinking out of habit. White skin and light colored freckles dance about my cheeks, nose and shoulders, that never seem to get tan so I’m not much to look at. I have bright blue eyes that said to hold curiosity and a good heart.

My clothing is the basic and traditional Padawan outfit, a white tunic, dark robes and breeches complete with boots. Though now, it’s likely got a single blacken hole at the back of the right shoulder thanks to a trigger happy blaster.

Why do you fight? What thoughts and ideas influence your actions? What are the reasons behind it all?

As a Jedi, I learned that we protect others and defend those that need aid. Even someone like me, who lack vicious combat skills and only has a few useful skills are useful, can learn to play to my strengths. It helps people in the end instead of hurting them. I want to show that there is much more to being strong then physical power or combat.

Do you have any skills that make you stand out from the crowd?

I’m rather talented with machines, from the serious and caring medical droids to the down to earth and humble labor droid. I can get almost any type of machine to work from droids to starships, any of them up and running, despite its age. However I’ll admit to having a fondness when working on droids. Unlike most people who look at them, seeing only the wiring, metal and software, I see something more, much more. Something human so I’m use to the odd looks I got when I treat Navi, my navigational droid, with the same respect I would to my peers. With more complex machinery, like starships or say a security system, it takes me more time to properly figure out how it works and I have to get into the wiring beneath or I can’t do much at all. Once in, I merely let my instincts guide me to the right path. Simple.

Sadly, explaining how I do what I do is very hard. It’s not that I don’t know what I’m doing but going into details are my weakness. It’s not like I can do a step by step process and expect it to work all the time, each machine no matter if it’s the same make, model or type isn’t affected by the same methods. Like a human, you have to adapt to how you fix it when what it’s not working.

I’m patient and rather positive, two traits you have to have to work on machines and under pressure. It takes time despite my skills and try after try to figure out the problem, I can’t tell you how many younglings thought the reason their lightsabers didn’t work was because the Diatium power cell shorted but really it was the fact the primary crystal cracked!

How do you relate to everyone else? Do you have any friends, family, foes or subordinates among them?

Tolun Fi: I met the Consular Jedi Tolun Fi when I was eight after repairing an imaging device in his lab. At first I don’t think he expected much from me which is understandable, the tech experts had failed and I was just a youngling after all. I wasn’t sure what to expect, not after hearing the Temple help grumble about the alien but I wanted to see for myself and feed my curiosity about him. He didn’t mind my chattering as I fixed his machine and actually I think he enjoyed it, answering them while I multitasked between asking and fixing. After that I spent some of my free time over the years in his lab. I learned about some of his work, fixing and improving his machines in my time in his lab. I admit I missed Tolun Fi after Sela Zythor took me on as Padawan and was fully planning on stopping to his lab, both to show him what I had learned and to catch up on his research progress before the Jedi Temple was attacked.

Taia Venthon: I met her after Navi wondered off. The droid, still needing his rustic shell put had wondered off on my and happened to run into Taia Venthon's room! It seemed he took a liking to her right away as I wondering where he had gotten to, the little bot decided to scurry back into the hallway with her in toll. Luckily, she was an understanding and nice woman that I quickly become friends. She often buy parts from time to time, watching me create Navi up until the time I disappeared for my Padawan training.

Kinsakwi'teksa: Another Padawan I know, she's a Twi'Lek, that I met before studying under Sela Zythor. We both were 13, she approached me about repairing a broken droid (unfamiliar with the type) and worried about anything it might've seen would be lost. I had to reassure her I was able to fix it no problem, despite Navi's impatience that I was messing with another droid. Afterwards, when she tolerated my chatter, she appreciated my help while going on her way. Off and on we still kept in contact until the day I left for four years.

What made you the person you are today? How did the past influence your present?

I like to think so because I still remember everything up until my capture. It’s my only connection beyond this cell so let me share with you. It might help pass the time until I’m free.

I was born on Coruscant, the planet comprised of cities built on top of them and left on my own. My mother had died during childbirth, even in a place so advanced, giving me my name before she passed to become one with the Force and I’ll never know where my father was. Likely he too is with the Force thanks to the War. After I tested positive, I was spared from the orphanage and taken to the Jedi Temple where my fate was determined and began my life as one of the many younglings. Living in the Temple, I was raised in Jedi ways and grew up around many different races, learning tolerance and acceptance for all. Each one like me, had been taken to the temple and learning to become a Jedi one day and serve the universe.

My talent with machines was discovered by pure accident, one of the older younglings’ lightsaber had ceased to work during practice so my natural instinct was to help him. I fixed it in a short time having never touched one before when one of the Masters, Sela Zythor, had walked in on the scene. It was there she realize my interest with machines. Talking to the Order they had decided to test me, in a few weeks I was brought technology after technology, ranging from broken droids to lightsabers, as I easily repaired them using only the Force to guide me. The last item, building a Jedi’s light saber from scratch, the whole thing completely busted that is was the only way to repair it. When I was done, I returned to it its owner. I was surprised that it belonged to none other than Master Jedi Sela Zythor. Needless to say I was little shocked at her faith in me and was glad I could help her.

Over the years, the Order had allowed me to advance this skill by repairing machines around the temple while keeping up with my studies. So it wasn’t a long before my room became filled with parts, droids and much more over the years. I was thirteen when I became a Padawan. My Master was Sela Zythor, her past Padawan having his braid cut already while mine was being created, and then presented me with a light saber. It turns out it was the one I fixed, she had saved it all those years. I won’t bore you with the number of missions or training I had to do. Most of it wasn’t as glamorous as others and more in tune with my skills then beyond them. My Master and I returned to the Temple, part of it was because I was home sick and the other was to await until the answer to negations from the planet Alderaan then likely head out afterwards.

When we arrived, hours before the attack took place, I ran into a small group of younglings accompanied by a Master along my way back to mine. They were interested in Navi, the navigation droid in my hand. With my droid’s saucer like body and six legs eagerly wiggling, his receptors on stalks swayed about to take in the younglings causing them to smile. That’s when the attack began. Something nasty washed over me, chilling me to the bone as the faint sounds of lightsabers striking each other echoed though the temple. Each one of the younglings knew something was wrong when I did. Instantly the Master left while I tended to the younglings.

That’s when they attacked. Just when I was starting to move, something much bigger crashed into the temple rocking its very foundation as I tried to protect the youths. I managed to give them time to run but where they are or if they got away, I'll never know. I was blasted in the back and now, I'm trapped.

Would you describe your Lightsaber, if you have made one?



If you wield a Lightsaber, which of the Seven combat forms has your order trained you in?

Form I: Shii-Cho

Describe your preference in the use of the Force. Are you particularly talented in any one area? Do you have flaws in another? What are the limits on what you can or will do?

When it comes to fighting, my combat and force abilities are mostly defensive or non-lethal. Not very impressive really in compared to my other strength, my fighting skills is in need of much improvement namely in endurance. I can easily use the basics of the Force and only advance abilities I can use are Force Heal and Droid Disabling. A massive negative to the advance abilities is repeated use of one or combination of the two leave me totally exhausted. I can barely stand afterwards, often crumbling to my knees and leaves me venerable.

As I said before, I can use the force to fix machines and manipulate them. It’s instinctive and requires very little thought allowing the Force to guide my fingers, but the larger jobs tend to take longer, requiring some focus and tend to leave me vulnerable. However, I don’t need the schematic or know the model to do this. Merely point me there and let me work, making sure my back is covered.

Is there anything else you would like to mention about yourself?

Whenever I see droid or machine take damage, I admit it makes me flinch for a moment. It’s like watching an innocent take a hit and as strange as it seems, I can’t help it. It’s like a reflex though most times I can stomach through it when it’s not of mine and move on to the next task. However, if it was Navi or something I’ve made then I don’t know… I have doubts.

[Ellri]

Dervish: Tolun Fi

Who and what are you?
Jedi Consular Tolun Fi, Kominoan.

You might have many masters or causes, but when it is ground down properly, you serve one side alone. Which is it? The Sith Empire or the Galactic Republic?
The Galactic Republic stands in line with Jedi ideals.

What do you look like, and how are you dressed?
I represent an ideal specimen of my species. I stand at a fairly standard 2.3 meters, a common height among my people. My eyes are yellow-on black, the same as the skilled research-class on Kamino. Like the rest of my species, my skin is a smooth luminescent shade of white with well-defined features, narrow nostril slits, and as with the males of my kind, a fin ridge follows from the top-rear of my skull down to the nape of my neck, protruding about 4 inches high. My body is unblemished by scars or markings, a by-product of superior genetic breeding and engineering with long, slender limbs and neck, which when compared to most humanoid species would be considered quite longer than what you would see in those races. You aren’t likely to find a range of emotions from me, as my people aren’t fond of them.

My manner of dress is practical, the form-fitting black-on white clothing common among Kaminoans with limited composite plating to help maintain its form and house electronic components. Only the neck and the head remain exposed, as the legs extend down to the custom-fitted digitigrade boots and the sleeves extend to my wrists. Atop of that, I wear the expected brown Jedi robes, as is befitting of members of the Order. Of course, the whites that other races see in my clothing is a plethora of colours only seen on the ultra-violet spectrum, but it would be tedious to describe them to someone who shares an altogether separate spectral perception than a Kaminoan? Think of describing a colour to a blind man and you understand the difficulty.

Why do you fight? What thoughts and ideas influence your actions? What are the reasons behind it all?
Fighting is a word for the unthinking man. I strive for knowledge, to discover. My people have a long and proud history of genetic research and cloning. It is, after all, how we survived the cataclysm that turned Kamino into a raging ocean world, and similar thoughts and practices can be applied to not only preserving peace, but enforcing it. Much of my research and experimentation is on finding the reason why some species are more prone to Force Sensitivity than others and what triggers it in some individuals but not others? Likewise, I am convinced there’s a genetic marker that makes an individual predisposed to turn to the Dark Side. Should I locate it and find a way to alter or erase it, than this numbing, endless battle between the Light and Dark Side can finally cease to be, leaving just the Force in the aftermath. Emotionless, pure, perfect. There will always be conflicts in the galaxy, wars to fight, peace to enforce. The Jedi Order can function better by focusing on these threats instead of always having to watch for the treachery of the Sith.

Do you have any skills that make you stand out from the crowd?
I take after my parents, who were both genetic engineers back on Timira, and much of my research and studies are based off of their philosophies. I have a keen analytical mind and the discipline to keep my thoughts in order, as well as thoroughly document everything. I have a reputation for being practical and impartial, and have made for a fair diplomat in both the Jedi Order and out in the galaxy. My oratory is considered impressive, my education amongst the Jedi order and genetic superiority both ensuring my words are not bumbling and wasted. I may not be a fantastic lightsaber practitioner, I can more than handle my own in a fight and one would be wasting their time and breath trying to provoke me to anger; emotional response is a weakness I do not have time for. As such, my actions are deliberate and thought out instead of acting by impulse. One area I do excel in, if I may, is in wielding the Force. I simply possess the right mentality and my sensitivity is so acute that using the Force is about as taxing as breathing.

Between us, I am also an individual for secrecy. My laboratory in the Jedi Temple had several plain and seemingly empty walls, at least, to those who cannot see the ultraviolet light spectrum. Much of my more controversial research is jotted down on those walls in ink only I can see, freeing me from the scrutiny of those whom may find my work… questionable, if not unethical. It is foolish sentimentality, if you ask me. Still, I am unable to convince some individuals that my work stands in line with the Jedi Creed. There is no argument if there is none to be had.

How do you relate to everyone else? Do you have any friends, family, foes or subordinates among them?
Xid Terrik: A brilliant young man, certainly one of the most gifted and humble of his age group. A few years back, one of the imaging devices in my lab was inoperable and our so-called technology experts failed to leave much of an impression, and you know how it is with hired help. Then along comes this young, 8-year-old human boy, offering to fix the imaging machine. I relented, deciding that it was not going to find itself even more broken, and perhaps the child would learn something in the process. Much to my surprise, not only did Xid not make matters worse, but he actually managed to repair the machine. From there, we had developed a rather friendly and mutually respecting repoire. Quite often, the young padawan would come to my laboratory, and I would show him what I was working on, as well as offering him the opportunity to work on fixing or improving any machines that required it. I would like to think I had left a good impression on his life, and I do somewhat regret not being more proactive as taking him under my wing as my own padawan before Master Sela Zythor took him under her wing. I wish them a long and productive partnership.

Strago Kelrune: An acquaintance of mine, a fellow Jedi Knight, although he does not follow the path of a Consular, so our duties often follow decidedly different paths. I see him in the archeives from time to time, and his disposition is rather agreeable. Much like myself, be believes in diplomacy before the blade, and admirable trait considering many of the rash and foolish youth the Order seems to have collected the past few years. We may be at war, but it doesn't mean we shouldn't have more rigid standards. Anyways, I am rambling. He has often lent a hand in my searches for information in the library, and most of our discussions have been rather pleasant. We do not often cross paths, but it is always enjoyable when they do.

Taia Venthon: Another acquaintance of mine, intelligent but of a decidedly typical set of ethics that does not always seem to agree with my work. She is rather inquisitive, asking questions about what I do, and taking more of an active interest since my accomplishments had becomes fairly well-known amongst the Jedi. She is an idealist, to say the least, thinking the galaxy can be saved, and that nothing should ever have a cost of life. Admirable, but mistaken. She does not seem to agree that my methods and overall goal could bring the peace and balance to the Force that she so desires, but so be it. She also is rather emotional, which does not bode well in my eyes. Someone who willingly submits to their emotions and allows it to make judgements for them are prone to terrible mistakes, and the history of our Order is filled with those who followed their emotions and ended up as enemies of the Order. Rather counter-productive, if you ask me. Still, she is a good Jedi and always an interesting individual to discuss matters with, I am fond of her despite our differences.

What made you the person you are today? How did the past influence your present?
As I had mentioned earlier, my parents were genetic engineers in the cloning facilities in Timira City. I do not recall much of my early life, but what I do remember what Kamino and Timira City were like. It was constantly storming outside of the city’s domed walls, and the ocean surface below might as well have been another world. It was very clean, very orderly, and it was quiet. Kaminoans are practical, controlled people. The actions and behaviours of several outsider species are peculiar or even considered crude and immature amongst my people, who have a cultural directive to seek perfection. It is not a widely advertised fact that newborns who are considered flawed are culled in the name of maintaining genetic stability and perfection. Even those born with a very rare green pigmentation in the eyes are euthanized almost immediately, even without other discernible flaws. It is very strict, and doubtless other cultures would find it barbaric, had they even known Kamino existed.

Kamino is an isolationist society, not trusting or particularly liking outside cultures or species, but we are unfailingly polite people. After all, our primary exports are military equipment and hardware, and of course clones. We care for our clones, after a fashion. Those who pass our standards are well raised, fed, and trained, perhaps better than most people live in some other worlds. Those who fail are culled, as they are considered a defective product. What clients do with their clones after purchase was never a concern for Kaminoans, as to them, it is no different than any other tool. Misuse is not the responsibility of the manufacture.

My Force sensitivity manifested itself not long after infancy, and while both my parents were thrilled with this unexpected development, there was some dispute with what to do with me. My father wanted to have me be raised to continue his life’s work, and mother thought I would better flourish amongst the Ascetics. It was a point of contention for a few years, where my father must have sensed my time in the family was drawing to a close, and when I was old enough, he had me accompany him to his work, exposing me to the cloning facilities and impressing upon me that there is nothing a keen mind is incapable of. I do not recall much of the experience, but having witnessed what scientific pursuit was capable of, it left an impression that stayed with me long after the Jedi had come to collect me at my mother’s request.

I will not begin to speculate if my life would have been better or more enjoyable on Kamino or on Courscant, but there is no doubt that the latter was a much better fit for someone to learn how to use their gift of Force sensitivity. Amongst the other initiates, I was perhaps the quickest study. There was no amount of information that could have been fed to me I wouldn’t absorb, and soon the combined wisdom of countless generations of dozens of species was at my disposal. It was fortunate I was taken into the Order when I was; the xenophobic disposition of my people never had much time to take root and as such did not prove to be a hindrance when interacting with my fellow initiates and future colleagues.

During my Padawan years, I had come under the wing of a Kel Dor Jedi Consular called Siloon Pakrun, who felt my disposition would lend itself well to mediating unrest across the galaxy. It as an arrangement I found agreeable, as I was always of the opinion that if resolution must come from violence if a diplomatic opinion existed is a failure. Peace born through bloodshed is not peace, it is removing the often difficult prospect of resolution by eliminating those who would disagree with you. I would like to say every one of my assignments ended without drawing my lightsaber, but one of the hard truths about the galaxy is that nothing is ever without cost, and many resolutions make you question if the price was worth the result. The line between what is just, right, and moral often blurs with what is necessary to preserve the peace and save more lives. I had often found myself somewhat troubled, as many of my Master and I's assignments had left more than a few people dead, or worse, at the mercy of the dark and cruel. It was never a simple decision, to act or not act. So often our choices boiled down to measuring the value of a handful of lives verses hundreds, if not thousands. Siloon Pakrun never seemed particularly bothered by those we could not save. When I inquired about this, he explained to me that even in death, we all become a part of the Force. Our essence, and who we are, are maintained. It is only a matter of finding one's self in the stream. It was a lesson I took to heart, and while I never said it to Siloon or any of the others, I felt it was an explanation that justified the Kaminoan cloning and culling practices. Perhaps, in a way, it was a mercy. Spare the infirm and weak the suffering of an abysmal life and send them back to become greater than any one of us. After much deliberation, I had made up my mind to apply aspects of my people's genetic research to serve the greater good of the galaxy through the Jedi Order.

After several years under Siloon Pakrun, I had come into my own as a Consular, free to make my own decisions and undergo my own assignments. I had begun to set myself to my research and studies in the Library Archives and with information I obtained from Kamino regarding cloning and genetic engineering. It did not take me long to identify the markers in each Force Sensitive's genetic code that allows us to manipulate the Force in a tangible way. I can say with no small amount of humility that my work eventually lead to the Order being able to identify Force sensitive individuals through little more than a simple blood test. I should not have to explain how in a time where the war against the Sith often came down to numbers that being able to more swiftly identify more recruits is. Having proved that my concepts were sound, I became something of an overnight sensation and the Jedi Council gave me permission to pursue other avenues into discerning the true nature of the Light and Dark sides of the Force. If I am correct, and I am seldom not, I may soon discover a breakthrough that will neutralize the Sith, all without spilling a drop of blood.

Everyone has flaw(s)... What is/are yours?
A bit presumptuous, are we? What some would consider flaws, I merely consider facets of my personality. I am a rather detached individual, and as such, personal relationships matter less to me than professional ones. Likewise, while the Jedi Creed dictates that one should detach themselves from their emotions, I perhaps embody this far too well for many people's likings. I have been called cold by more than one person, as I do not put a personal investment into tragedy or hardships others face, and I do not actively invest myself in the politics or causes of the war. My mission is on a much more regional scale, where I focus my efforts on groups that can be dissuaded from conflict rather than fret over groups that have been warring for thousands of years.

I am proud of my accomplishments and research, and I may be a bit disdainful of those who would rather think with their lightsabers than their brains, as that way has been tried countless times since this war began. It will not take brute force to defeat the Sith, it will take a stroke of intellect and no small amount of testing. We live in an age of effortless interstellar travel and unchecked technological development and still the best solution people seem to have come up with to resolve their differences is bloodshed. Perhaps I am arrogant for thinking I know a better way, but it has to be better than what has been repeatedly tried and failed.

As a closing remark, what I believe to be just and that the ends justify the means, many of my colleagues question the morality and ethics behind it. I am much more willing to spend lives if it works towards the greater good of peace and civilization, and if there are those who cannot be made to abide by order, they must be neutralized. To progress, my research into Force Sensitive genetics may need to evolve past simple blood tests and brain scans. I suspect many will not enjoy what that entails.

Would you describe your Lightsaber, if you have made one?
It is small, practical, and aesthetically pleasing. It is designed exclusively for one-handed operation, as one of my hands easily encloses the entirety of the hilt. This matters little to me, as I am fully ambidextrous and have trained extensively with either hand. The activation switch can be easily accessed by running my thumb along the wheel, freeing my other hand to use Force abilities more intuitively, or for more mundane things like manipulating doors or control panels. It is simple, elegant, and much less garish than some of the other designs my colleagues seem fond of. I had originally set out to find a green crystal when constructing my lightsaber, but had decided on a blue one because I found the aesthetics much more pleasing to the eye. I was never one to subscribe to traditional symbolism. As well, I have adjusted the blade's length to be more proportional to my frame by altering the lightsaber's Power Core output. As such, it is much longer than what many Jedi would wield. The wonders of being quite a bit taller than my peers.
the lightsaber
-Art by Ariergarda

If you wield a Lightsaber, which of the Seven combat forms has your order trained you in?
I am trained in Form VI, Niman, or the Moderation Form.

Describe your preference in the use of the Force. Are you particularly talented in any one area? Do you have flaws in another? What are the limits on what you can or will do?
Much of my training has been focused on physical well-being and protection, with detoxifying poison being something that has come in handy more often than I would prefer to admit. I pride myself in being most adept at using Force persuasion and mind trick to excellent extent, even being able to trick the minds of some force users. Out of necessity, I have had to become proficient in Force listening as many other species are incapable of speaking the common tongue and knowing what is being spoken is often the difference between a peaceful resolution to a conflict and a terrible mess. Like most Force-Sensitive individuals, telekinesis is something that comes fairly naturally to me, as well. Other abilities I am well versed in are Force leap, and tutaminis, or Force absorption. It is not my place to fight unless absolutely necessary and one must know the tools to protect themselves in the fine art of entering a conflict with words instead of weapons for victory.

As a consequence, my studies into more offensive-minded Force talents is lacking, and as such, you will not find me spearheading many attacks against the Sith in the near future. I am capable of maintaining a deep connection to the Force for quite a respectable length of time without fatigue, unlike much of the younger padawans whom you can almost swear are in a fast-track to getting themselves killed. I am not as proficient as the Masters, but I am well-respected for my atonement to the Force. I am certainly I would be more skilled in a wider-variety of talents had I dedicated my time to them, but alas, I have more pressing concerns. There are many techniques that completely elude me to how they are accomplished. Perhaps I will study them at a later time.

Is there anything else you would like to mention about yourself?
One could imagine that having been born on a very sterile and clean world and having been relocated to a cesspool such as Coruscant, I am slightly germophobic and take sanitation quite seriously.

If you are a Jedi, have you given thought above as to how your character got captured, and why he/she/it is still alive? (answer to this can be reflected above)
The Sith may be ruthless and powerful, but many of their apprentices are not of what you would consider a sound or particularly strong mind. When the Temple came under attack, I had made a back-up of all essential information that I could fit into a small, concealable data stick that I could slot seamlessly into the rigid parts of my clothing, a common practice of transporting your work from station to station on Kamino. When the Sith found me, I had simply used a logical statement that what I know would be valuable to the Sith, and of course, the ever-so-reliable Jedi persuasion. I was subdued, rendered unconscious, and I awoke pleased that my efforts had paid off. After all, I was still alive. One can never be of use to anyone if they are dead, after all. I suspect the Darth that commands this ship is quite well informed, I suspect my survival has something to do with that. Curious.

Witchchild: Jaicen Varien

Who and what are you?
Jaicen Varien is my name, newly ranked Sith Lord of the Empire.

You might have many masters or causes, but when it is ground down properly, you serve one side alone. Which is it? The Sith Empire or the Galactic Republic?

I serve the Sith Empire to truly unite the Galaxy under one banner. To put an end to the conflict once and for all though a diplomatic and peaceful negotiation with the Republic won't be such a bad idea in my opinion. Don't tell anyone I said that or you'll regret it.

What do you look like, and how are you dressed?

appearance 1

Burn Scars on the left side of his face from Force Lightning from his former master.
Has an old gang tattoo ranging from his right bicep and up to his neck.
6'2" in Height
Longer and more Ruffled hair

appearance 2

Sith Battle Armor and Robes + Mask

appearance 3

Explanation will be in history]

Why do you fight? What thoughts and ideas influence your actions? What are the reasons behind it all?
I fight for a few reasons. If any other Sith of the Empire would ask me this question I'd answer "For the glory for the Sith Empire" or "To eradicate the Jedi and the Republic" but the real reason why I fight is because I feel that the Empire doesn't muck about. The Empire is less afraid to make drastic actions to do what needs to be done though I feel like I can change how drastic they are as they may lead to unnecessary deaths. My main reason though is that I fight for survival. There was little room to protest when you need to execute someone your master or, especially, Darth demands you to. I hope to end that though, maybe a sub order of the Sith that shows a bit more...compassion.

Do you have any skills that make you stand out from the crowd?
Before training on Koribban, I was born on Nar Shaddaa where I lived through hardship common on the Hutt controlled world. To survive I joined a gang where I acted as a runner and through that I learned how to fly a swoop like a professional racer and going through common electronic locks. With that I know what to look for when searching for less than legal merchandise and/or services when on populated worlds such as Drammond Karr, Nar Shaddaa and the such. Learned various dirty tricks from my peers such as the use of wrist weapons that bounty hunters use as well as a traditional blaster though I am no master marksman without the use of the Force.

While on Koribban, I used what chance I could get to learn how to pilot a star fighter properly. Although not really a professional with traditional controls, if a fighter would emulate the controls of a swoop bike, I'd be one hell of a challenge to the most experienced dog fighter. I think the only reason I am eligible to even become a squadron leader is because of my connection to the force or I'd crash right away without it.

How do you relate to everyone else? Do you have any friends, family, foes or subordinates among them?
-WIP at the moment. Other Siths can be friends with him or apprentice-

What made you the person you are today? How did the past influence your present?
As I have said before, I was born on Nar Shaddaa where I grew up until my early teens. My mother left after I was born either to lead a better life than the dung heap that is Nar Shaddaa or she was sold to a Hutt. I don't know and don't rightly care as she is probably dead by now or worse. My father raised me, or at least my step dad since he is a Twi'lek. Highly doubt that he is my biological dad for obvious reasons but he kept a roof over my head during my childhood though I am not sure about my real dad. For all I know I am human or at least very near human. He was a whoremonger though and a drinker so he spent his income on twi'lek schuttas and fire water so I had to make it on my own when it came to food. So I joined a gang obviously. I was still a kid, 8 at the time, but some blokes don't really think twice about kids when they are searching for spice smugglers. I didn't get caught though so I made money on smuggling the stuff and sending various packages to this dealer and that seller. I never took it though since what friends I had used it and basically became little more than husks and I needed to stay fit to make my credits.

As I got older the stakes got higher. I got my mark as you can see on my neck here and did more high risk jobs. It was around when I was little less than a teen, 12 in standard years, when I was taught how to ride a swoop and I caught on very quickly. Must be because I'm force sensitive or just that good. I did fast deliveries and knew the routes better than I knew the back of my hand. I was given a blaster too since some people don't really appreciate the packages I took on deliveries so I needed some protection. I even added to it by getting some wrist mounted flame throwers like some bounty hunters use which was quite a surprise to those who got really close. You should have seen their faces before the napalm burned it off. When doing more covert deliveries I was rather good. That was definitely because I am force sensitive though I didn't know it at the time. I have that ability to make myself less conspicuous which really helped. Don't look so surprised at me, you gotta grow up fast on Nar Shaddaa or die by the fumes or a vibroblade cutting your throat.

Then came the day I caught the attention of a Sith Lord when I was 14 or 15, i forget. I was to deliver a package to some location and it would earn me quite the bit of credits. However some others had heard about the credit amount and wanted it for themselves. I ran faster than I ever did in my life on Nar Shaddaa and I think I directly killed maybe a dozen men before I reached the place, half a dozen through non-direct means. The place was a large wear house in a more run down section of Nar Shaddaa docks and there were even more scum there already fighting. Before I knew it I was neck deep in a fire fight. I killed even more then, I don't know how many, but what seemed like hours only a few bounty hunters and I were left. A black robed figure walked in and emanated this presence so we all stopped to look at this newcomer. As you must know, this was a Sith and my former master and he declared that only one would be allowed to leave the warehouse alive. So the fight was on full swing again though I survived. I'll spare you the gruesome details but I survived.

The Sith's name is unimportant as he is dead now but to make a long story short he brought me in to train in the ways of the Sith. I didn't really have much of a choice in the matter either. He brought me to Koribban via his ship which was really cool but on the way he started training immediately. As you can see by my scars that the training sessions were less that cuddly. I will tell you that the fire fight in that ware house was probably a lot safer than the "training" I went through with my old master. In one of the missions he sent me on I met up with some Jedi for the first time. I was still an apprentice at the time but I was strong and me and my master slew the Jedi master and I the knight. I took my opponent's lightsaber as a trophy much to my master's pleasure. What time I had to myself I used to learn how to pilot a star ship, a fighters and such small ships. Not Cruisers or anything like that. I am a natural pilot says the imperial who showed me this and that. She's dead now too.

The history of my scar that sullies my beautiful face was a few months after we had killed the Jedi. A Mando was making some trouble to some imperials that were under my master's orders on Hutta and to hopefully kill 2 womprats with one bolt, I was sent to test myself against the mando. I was 23 at the time, young and full of energy in the midst of expanding my Ataru training with the use of two lightsabers. I was surprised though when I went against he mandalorian. As I sometimes use wrist weapons though had stopped under orders from my master, the mando had quite the arsenal on his sleeves. If he had been force sensitive I don't think I'd have made it. He had used scattergun which was nearly impossible to deflect and earned myself a small bolt in the arm, scarring my tattoo, and some into my legs. I managed to kill the mando though with a lucky throw of my Jedi saber but not after getting my clothing ruined by his flame thrower. I took his armor, blaster pistol and wrist weapons as a trophy though disappointed that it wasn't made of the famous Beskar iron but reinforced Durasteel. When I went back to my master he was displeased by the wounds I had gotten and added another to the face. I am somewhat blind in that eye and should probably get a cybernetic replacement. I use the armor when I need to be a bit more covert. You'd be surprised how people will tell you if they think you are a bounty hunter and not a Sith Lord. No one knows I do this among the Sith and probably would get flogged for it.

I survived his rigorous training and no longer needed him. So, as normal of the Sith, I killed him. I cut off his head and presented it to his lord, a Darth. He ranked me Lord that day. That was...2 standard weeks ago. Yeah. And now here we are. 29 years old and a Sith Lord.

Everyone has flaw(s)... What is/are yours?
Well, I've told you about my half blind eye though I am certain you mean something more personal. Alright.

I'm obviously more of a full frontal kind of person when it comes to straight up conversation. I like to get the nonsense out of the way and really not much of a political person. That may seem like that would make me ripe for the picking of some more conniving Sith Lord or Darth but that's where my master was of great use to me. He was that sort of Sith and trained me to be his body guard essentially. He was the plotter and I believe some of it rubbed off on me so I know when someone is trying to play me. Playing someone isn't my strong suit either, similar to Darth Malgus though I may a bit more subtle than rebreather face. I try to hide my "weakness" when I spare other people by adding some cruelty though I fear that some may notice. If they do however, I'll be ready to face them.

What I lack in political views however I make up in knowledge of the criminal underground. As I've said before, I know just where to look when searching for less than legal services. I know how to play appeal to a Hutt instead of a diplomat. Must be the smell. I've probably gotten more used to the foul smells of Hutts and people of similar ilk instead of the political officials. Probably the reason why I tend to avoid them and focus on getting support of criminal scum. They are my kind of people.

Would you describe your Lightsaber, if you have made one?
I own two lightsabers. My first lightsaber was constructed by yours truly. The metal is dark the hilt is long enough to hold it properly with both hands yet not so it were awkward to swing it with one hand. The Crystal is artificial where I poured all of my being into it, all of my strength and will to construct the crystal and it burns with a brilliant red blaze. I used fine leather to wrap around the hilt so to cushion my hand and get a firmer grip on it and at the end it has a sharp spike.

My second lightsaber I got when I slew my first Jedi opponent. The Jedi knight was a Zabrak and was a tough opponent though focused more in his connection with the force instead of the use of his own lightsaber. I took his lightsaber by force and pierce both his hearts. I've now taken the blade for my self. It's small enough to be held with only one hand and it glows a brilliant green color. The hilt is made of stainless metal though I have somewhat modified it to better suit my grip. I occasionally use it though prefer only using one with both hands.

If you wield a Lightsaber, which of the Seven combat forms has your order trained you in?
I dabbled in some though there are two that stand out. Shiem/Djem So is my go to style though I also excel at Ataru which I expanded upon as I gained a second lightsaber. I dabbled in Niman in my early days as an acolyte to properly learn how to use force during combat though I don't use it as I feel it's too balanced to suit me. I however implement various other weapons into my fighting such as wrist weapons like flame throwers, dart launchers and the such to keep my enemy on their feet though not for long. I'm not beyond using a blaster either as I use my M-500 Elite Stealth Enforcer. Always have a trick up your sleeve as I usually say, or at least a poison dart.

Describe your preference in the use of the Force. Are you particularly talented in any one area? Do you have flaws in another? What are the limits on what you can or will do?

I am not as good with force powers as Inquisitors, I can hold my own. I can use telekinesis like most to either move objects, choke pesky enemies or silently launch a poison covered dart to be a bit more covert. I can use Force Lightning at enough intensity to kill someone and hide my presence so people may not notice me if not actively looking for me. I can also suppress pain away for later though there is a limit to it. I highly doubt I'll be able to withstand the pain of Force lightning for long. As well I can use the force to enhance my senses out of combat and reflexes in combat though I have encountered republic veterans that were capable of the same through seer training it seems. I have still have a lot to learn from the force, maybe I shall listen in on some Inquisitors or look at more holocrons.

Is there anything else you would like to mention about yourself?

You want more? Fine. One of my favorite drinks is Alderaan Ruge and I love blue buttermilk bisquits. Aurbesh Soup is my favorite as well served with hot gizka sandwich. Now that I've told you all this *starts to force choke interviewer* I must kill you. It's only natural, I'd rather not have you report to another Sith of what I've said. Terribly sorry. *Crack followed by the sound of a body hitting the floor and blast doors closing*----------[Recording Terminated]

Assallya: Arlas

Name: Arlas'eon
Alias: Arla Sion (Galactic Standard Name)
Gender: Female
Species: Twi'lek

Appearance

Notable Skills: Arla is an excellent physical combatant, agile and swift. She is adept with thrown daggers, a weapon made more dangerous with her ability to use the force to guide them. (Though, this largely doesn't work on other force users except through sheer surprise that one would try such an unorthodox attack!)

Notable Shortcomings: Arla is uncomfortable with technology. While she has since mastered small things that flummoxed her initially like opening doors, she still can't hotwire speeders, slice systems or anything of a technical nature. While another would open an airlock almost instinctively she's more likely to study it for ten seconds before grasping the means.

Biography: As Ryloth is tidally locked to its star and only a thin band of the planet's surface is capable of supporting life. One half is perpetually too cold, the other a burning wasteland. As a result most Twi'lek are forced to live underground. Having evolved from simple underground dwelling mammals they have hairless bodies and keen senses. Their lekku and ear cones, at one point, compensated for their blindness, both of which have become less sensitive as their eyesight developed.

Arla was born there, her clan poor and starving in the deep caves. Only the rarest and most powerful clans able to live on the thin band of surface that isn't a hot blasted or frozen wasteland. On rare occasions she would go out and watch the "under worlders" raid the surface clans for food and valuables while the "upper dwellers" would raid the under ground portions of the planets for slaves with which to trade to the "off worlders". So it has been for thousands of years and so it is likely to continue.

Arla was taken in one such raid, just one of thousands that were used as bartering material with off worlders who have absolutely no interest in helping the Twi'lekki people get off world and establish themselves on a less gods forsaken planet. They love the pathetic needs of the Twi'lekki peoples for they are incredibly easy to take advantage of, fighting amongst themselves for the crumbs the greater galaxy chooses to fling their way. The tribe that kidnapped her sold her for a blaster, which would be of great use killing her own people and was packed aboard a slaver starship and whisked away from her home. Later, she would be sold for thousands of credits against the two hundred credits the cheap blaster would cost. Later, they would make even more credits off of the power packs which were cheaper still. Quite the lucrative deal.

Arla, like most subterranean twi'leks is an accomplished fighter with the primitive stone weapons and slings. Wood, of course, being so incredibly rare that it could not be wasted in the crafting of weapons. The women of a tribe were expected to protect it while men were away hunting for food or raiding other tribes for their supplies. She is, as one might imagine from living underground, also quite adept at skulking about in the dark.

Aboard the starship that had taken them she, along with several of the slaves, had to deal with an unknown creature in the ship's hold that was hunting down the slaves one by one. She served as bait but managed to lure it into an airlock and decompress it. It was the scariest thing she had ever done.

After that she arrived at the slave auction and was promptly tattooed. Apparently normal humans were discomfited by the Twi'leki lack of eyebrows. They also informed her that, had they time, they'd have performed a genetic augmentation upon her that they did to many Twi'Leki, replacing her cones with... human ears! The very idea disgusted her. Those strange wrinkly misshapen things on the side of human heads were so ugly!

Fortunately, before she could be sold a Jedi and his Padawan came across her. They sensed her force sensitivity and she theirs though she knew not what she sensed. In truth, with the war against the Sith stretching on without end in sight many Padawans were accepted despite being older than they should and thrown into battle before they were truly ready. As a result they chose to free her and return her to the temple for training despite her already passing the age limit.

Arla, thankfully, was already a skilled knife fighter and the Jedi took advantage of that. She soon found herself practicing with twin light saber sized daggers and doing things with them that most of the Jedi had never seen before, getting inside the guard of those she went up against using elbows and knees. Her ability to use the force, however, was something they discouraged for she had quite a bit of anger inside her. While she can certainly do the typical Jedi tricks like moving objects and can let the force flow through her she isn't capable of mind tricks, nor any other advanced techniques. This led the Jedi to grow concerned. However, since much of that anger was directed towards slavers and those that would oppress those that could not protect themselves they found themselves calculating that she would be killed in battle with the Sith long before she were to fall to the dark side and join them.

When the attack upon the temple came Arla stood in its defense, following her master into battle. She was holding her own, thanks to her innate battle prowess when something hit her in the back of the head, right at the base of the lekku, the Twi'lek head tentacles. It could have been her immediate opponent. It could have been someone on the other side of the grand melee but she went down hard.

misery company: Taia Venthon

Who and what are you?
I am Taia Venthon, a member of the most populated race in the Galaxy, Humans.

You serve many masters and causes, but when it is ground down properly you serve one side. Which is it, the Empire or the Galactic Republic?
I believe in a Galaxy free from oppression, and peace for all. I follow the Republic.

What do you look like? How are you dressed?
I am five feet four inches with a athletic build from years of training. I do retain natural female curves that of course became more pronounced as I aged. My hair is microbraids in style and black of color. My eyes are of a deep dark brown with golden flecks in the iris. My skin is a dark brown similar to that of chocolate

Appearance

Why do you fight? What influences your actions? What are the reasons behind it all?
I fight for my belief in good, and the idea of evil being removed from the Galaxy. I act for a future without pain, a future that brings prosperity to all who strive for it and justice to those who deserve it.

Do you have any skills that make you stand out from the crowd?
I seem to have a knack for persuasion, when I speak people listen wholeheartedly, when I ask a favor they usually fulfill it. I do use this skill sparingly however. This is not a power I gained from the force, but rather the fact not many can say no to a smile and a pretty face.

How do you relate to everyone else? Do you have any friends or subordinates? Family or foes?
I left my family behind long ago. Though friends I have many, all who are jedi are my friends, even those who have turned to the darkside are not above redemption. I can save them.

What made you the person you are today? What in your past influenced your present?
I was born on Coruscant down in the slums. I saw the despot people lived in. I was amazed when a Jedi by the name of Veasas found me and told me I could have a life with meaning, a life in the light. I went with him and found a life that I couldn't believe. I learned amazing things and no longer had to steal, or dig through trash to eat. I was respected by others and loved by close friends. I excelled in my trained because I wanted nothing more to be what my masters were. I accepted what was expected of me and reveled in my accomplishments.

When I came to my sixteenth birthday my master found I was trained enough to come with him on my first mission. It was meant to be routine, but it was far from it. While searching for a missing jedi we came across a site cult, we had a long hard fought battle, but in the end we won defeating this cult only to find that our missing Jedi was there leader and had fled. So it became our mission to find this dark jedi. We tracked her for years only to find that she had gathered a new band. Caught in a deadly battle we were highly outmatched we had to flee and were then the ones being tracked. We moved across the heavily forested planet eluding our captors. They were always right on our tail.

We finally made a stand at a landing port where we managed to make contact with a shuttle. As it was landing to pick us up our enemies were swarming us. My master made me board the shuttle while he held off the sith. He was no match for their numbers though I saw him cut down while I fled. When I got back to the temple on Coruscant I spent weeks grieving for the man who had given me a new life and a new path, but I knew I could not dwell on it. He was one with the force now. I began giving my time to helping those in need on Coruscant and this slowly healed the pain of my lost master.

Once I had taken enough time to myself I began teaching a class of younglings. This was a new light in the darkness to help the masters teach these young children. I would take them out into the city having them help me with the poor and down trodden giving food and clothes to those less privileged. They became everything to me.

It was during this time that the Sith attacked Coruscant I had to hide once more in the slums I was born in. Run once more from the sith. I was afraid and fear leads to the darkside, but I continued on regardless. I had to for the younglings. They couldn't see me waiver. We would go from place to.place and slowly we picked up more padawans like myself, but the larger our group became the harder to hide it became. One evening we were hiding in a rundown warehouse when the sith found us. Two of my fellow padawans took the younglings and ran. Myself and one other padawan distracted the sithspawn and made them follow us. My fellow padawan was cut down. I was found and captured. They numbered to great for me to fight, so I surrendered. Now I sit in this cell waiting, and afraid. They believe I know where more Jedi are hiding. I do, but I want give them up.

Everyone has flaws, what are yours?
I am emotional my emotions guide me slot although I suppress how much they show. I am also quite gullible as I believe that most people are telling the truth.

Would you describe your lightsaber if you have made one?


If you wield a lightsaber, which of the seven forms did your order train you in?
Form III Soresu, and Form V Shien/Djem So

What powers in the force do you excel in, and what do you waiver at?
I am particularly strong in manipulation of my physical attributes such as increasing my speed strength, agility, and endurance. While I falter in areas such as lifting heavier objects, healing, or really manipulating anything other than myself. Not to say I can use the force to throw a enemy through the air, but I can't throw a landspeeder.

Is there anything else you'd like use to know?
At this time no. I can't think of anything else.

The Musketman: Burin Pentag

Who and what are you?
Burin Pentag, Barabel, padawan

You might have many masters or causes, but when it is ground down properly, you serve one side alone. Which is it? The Sith Empire or the Galactic Republic?
The Galactic Republic

What do you look like, and how are you dressed?

I have green skin, with yellow eyes and green pupils. I am 6'0 and 150 pounds.

Why do you fight? What thoughts and ideas influence your actions? What are the reasons behind it all?
I don't fight, I defend, I loathe the idea of violence, of war, so much sacrifice over petty things that can be solved by simply talking. I defend because I was never defended, never protected from the harshness of war. My family and I suffered at the hand of Barabel clan war and Galactic war isn't any better.

Do you have any skills that make you stand out from the crowd?
Unlike my kin, I don't have a natural knack for aggression, I stay calm in times of battle. Though I did inherit my species ability of combat, and as I said before I like to defend, I will attack if necessary, but I prefer the former.

How do you relate to everyone else? Do you have any friends, family, foes or subordinates among them?
I know there are few Barabels among the Jedi, given their nature, but I don't know any. No family, I had many friends in the Bergruutfa Clan, but when I left it, I had only one friend which is my master, Karton La'shevit, who is dead.

What made you the person you are today? How did the past influence your present?
I was born on Barab I, to the Bagon clan, a clan of war mongers deep within the Barab I marshes. Also within these marshes were a number of other Barab clans, who waged war on each other, including my clan. My family were the weirdos of the clan, because we didn't find necessity in war like the rest of the clan. I had my parents and a brother and sister named J'varr and Liuatun. War was waged most of my life, until the Jedi picked me up that is, clan wars took my father's and brother's life, who were forced to fight in them, I was too young and women don't fight in the Bagon clan. One day two Jedi visited our clan, a knight and padawan, they were rejected by the majority of the clan, but we accepted them into our home, they tested my blood and said I was positive for force sensitivity , my sister was too old. My mother wanted what was best for me and she let them take me, the clan however, wasn't so keen to let a potential warrior go. So we fought our way out (And by we I mean the knight and padawan fought while I followed closely behind) and hopped into the ship, soaring away from Barbab I.

I was four when I left my homeworld, for Coruscant. There I was put in the Bergruutfa Clan and trained for nine years, I made many friends in the clan, but I doubted I would ever see them again when I completed trials and got taken on by Karton La'shevit, a Gungan Jedi master. We traveled the galaxy together, going on diplomatic meetings, special missions, protection jobs, almost anything you can think of. Why one of our most memorable missions was when I was 14,at a diplomatic meeting and one Gran diplomat pulled out a blaster and shot a Twi'lek diplomat in the chest, it turned into an all out firefight, I was deflecting blasts left and right, then the local law enforcement showed up which just made matters worse, and in the end only Master La'shevit, me, and a law enforcement officer survived. I only traveled with my master for 4 years, before the attack on Coruscant. We had flew to the planet so Master La'Shevit could have a word with the council, we landed and walked to the entrance of the temple, I decided to stay outside and observe the city, as my master was talking to the council. I was 17 now it had been awhile since I've been there, but not five seconds after my master walked in that a ship crashed into the building.

I sensed it a second too late, I was knocked off my feet by the explosion and over the edge of the platform, I fell about 15 feet before finding a ledge to grab onto, I pulled myself up and found myself at a cafe full of panicking people, A squad of Imperial soldiers were marching in, I barely had time to get into the cafe before they spotted me they opened fire, I was able to dodge this time and I forced my way up to them, cutting them down and running out of the cafe and into the street, I needed to find a way up to the temple, I rushed up a set of stairs in the back alley of the cafe, I was greeted by seven Imperial soldiers, all of them were listening to a human with red lightsaber I was able to register one word, Sith who was ordering the troopers that all Jedi were to be shot on sight. Then they saw me I deflected them the best I could, but the force was overwhelming. The Sith thrust-ed his hand at me and everything went black, now I'm in a cell and I'm pretty sure that the Imperial troops took over Coruscant, I've also worked out that my master is probably dead, by the time that ship hit, he wouldn't even been halfway across the hall.

Everyone has flaw(s)... What is/are yours?
I'm a saving people person, or so my master has told me, I try to save or protect people when it is virtually impossible.

Would you describe your Lightsaber, if you have made one?

It has a green light.

If you wield a Lightsaber, which of the Seven combat forms has your order trained you in?
III, Soresu

Describe your preference in the use of the Force. Are you particularly talented in any one area? Do you have flaws in another? What are the limits on what you can or will do?
I can do force push and pull, and use the force to affect my movements such as jumping or dodging.

Is there anything else you would like to mention about yourself?
Oh, as a symbol of my padawan rank I have a white tattoo that curls around my right arm, it is hidden by my robes.

Silver Drake: Vanda Sakti

VANDA SAKTI - SITH APPRENTICE

Who and what are you?
My name is Vanda Sakti. I don't remember much of my early life. The occasional glimmer of grass on Shili, and then the bursts of fire on that fateful day, floating above the Noctralis system as the Hutts raided the transport ship I was on. My mother and father probably died that day. I don't remember their faces anyway.

Togrutans are known for their exotic beauty - and what better place to be displayed than on the pleasure boat of a bloated space-slug like Bazilla the Hutt? Yes, I was enslaved. Paraded. Stripped and sold, and bargained for and leered at and attacked a hundred times over. It was the only life I'd ever known, since I was very young. Those rusted, decaying walls were my world. Yes, people came and went, the scum and the deplorable creatures that infested the foulest corners of the known galaxy - bounty hunters, assassins, hired thugs... they all poured back and forth into the hallowed halls of this minor Hutt. I started as a cup-girl, filling the drinks of those who had found themselves empty. That was when I was young. As I grew older, I felt the cruel eyes of a thousand terrible men staring me down every time I moved. I was provided with less and less clothing, until one day I found myself chained to the hideous behemoth himself, to dance for his pleasure and for that of his guests, to the shrill tweeting of a Bith band.

Bazilla was no kind master. He was wont to fire creatures and guests that he got bored of into the vacuum, as a means of entertaining those guests that he was not as bored of. I had seen it a thousand times. The way their eyes popped and they strangled themselves with paling hands in an attempt to breathe was... hilarious. I admit it. I suppose it was on that ship that I really got a love for the macabre. The deaths were entertaining, and I suppose that death itself became almost entirely ingrained upon me from the start. Cruelty had been my mother's milk.

I fought every day to survive, but every day I felt my will to live leave me. Why not just give in to the inevitable? All slaves die. No slave girl lives to a ripe old age.

Then, one day, just as a young and hopeful Togruta had begun to resign herself to an inevitable fate of being amongst trilling Twi'Lek and a hundred other types of slave until the day that my master found something more exotic, more exciting, and sent me barreling off into the great abyss, he arrived. He was young man, in honesty, but his scarred face him seem so much older. He dressed in tight fitting black robes, with a shock of brown hair streaked with white covering his head. Corellian, by the looks of him, but who knew, with humans? I felt him, too. In my soul. In my mind. There was something about him that spoke to me on a level I had never felt amongst the people here.

The other scum gave him a wide berth. Kept a good distance from him, and I noticed that even some of the slave girls were quick to refill his cup whenever it emptied, before even that of our master. But this mysterious stranger had eyes only for me. Of course, I was used to being stared at. I relished in it - it meant I was doing a good job. And as a Togruta, the eyes were usually on me. It wasn't as like there was a Lethan Twi'Lek to hand, after all. And, I admit, my eyes were on him a lot more than they were on Bazilla the Great Space Slug. My master noticed. That night, he announced that there would be a jettison to entertain the guests. Also, in a first for his pleasure barge, it would be a double jettison. Oh, how they all cheered and clapped at that. It made me feel a damn sight better about what happened next. They were going to see the slug's whore and the dark stranger cling desperately onto each other as they died horribly. How exciting. If it were not me who was about to me fired from into a vacuum, I imagine I would have been equally excited.

Then, just as the Hutt gave his vile guards the order to move forward, there was a flash of red and orange, and then the whole world fell away in terrified excitement and commotion. My master was cleaved clean in two before he could grunt, his guards cut down like so many stalks of plant matter. The man in black terrorised the floor until every single person there lay dead. Every single person, that is, except for me. The dancing floor was slick, and as I nervously watched over at my saviour... or murderer... I noticed that the head of a particularly ugly Bith was resting between my feet. I didn't feel disgusted, or scared. I felt at peace. If he killed me here, then so be it. My master's body writhed grotesquely, minus his head and shoulders. The chain that bound me to his arm felt ever so much lighter, and as I looked I realised that it was because the arm that I was attached to was being dragged behind me.

He didn't kill me. He introduced himself, red lightsaber flashing, and he struck off my chains. I was free. I knew what a lightsaber was. I had seen them before, illicitly obtained more often than not. A Sith. That word bounced around in my head for a while. I'd heard of the Sith. They were meant to be worse than the Hutts, yet here was a Sith Lord, telling me I had great potential. Telling me he would take me, and I could be so much more than this.

I went with him. No-one can blame me for that. I am Sith, now. No Jedi had ever saved me, nor would they. But the Sith gave me a reason to be. And so, I went, a newly made sithspawn, eyeing the power cell in my saviour's power-cell and lightsaber eagerly. He had a beautiful lightsaber, with a beautiful, ruby blade and an ebon pommel. I couldn't resist taking it from him, at the first opportunity, when he was sleeping. I expected him to wake up and for me to have to kill him with it, but instead he just laughed and laughed, and we whirled away into space in that tiny space pod as the rusted, ghostly pleasure barge that was once my entire world became an insignificant speck against an orange sun.

I must admit, I did not expect to find the Sith so... xenophobic. But a Togruta is not so different looking from a human, nor from a pureblood Sith, if you strip away at it. My dedication was enough to save me from immediate execution. My perception has kept me alive since then.

You might have many masters or causes, but when it is ground down properly, you serve one side alone. Which is it? The Sith Empire or the Galactic Republic?
My allegiance lays only with the Sith. Politics, emperors, Kings and Queens and everything in between are tools for the advancement of our glorious order. Self-preservation is key. My duty is to myself - myself's duty is to the Sith. The force shall free me.

What do you look like? How are you dressed?
I dress modestly, now. Long, runed robes of green and red and darkened colours of power. I wear my lekku and montrals with pride. They are my identifiers. I am grandiose, and I am beautiful. My shape is perfected by years of torture and torment. I know this, now. I know that I am beautiful. I will use that to my advantage whenever possible, mark my words.

Why do you fight? What thoughts and ideas influence your actions? What are the reasons behind it all?
I fight because, before that moment when the blood of a Hutt covered me head to toe, I had never fought before. I fight because I can. Because I have the potential - and because I want to. I am no ideologist. I am here to survive, to fight my way up in this cesspit of a chaotic galaxy. I will climb the ladder until I know that I am safe from whatever is beneath me, and then I shall climb it some more, and some more, until all that is beneath me is not safe from me. I am ruthless, and determined, but not out of some misplaced sadism. I am not addled - but I know that I must do what is necessary to survive. The Sith enabled my continued survival, and I therefore have much to give them too. What I have to do I will do. I have seen enough in this galaxy already. Nothing can shock me now.

Do you have any skills that make you stand out from the crowd?
A thirst for knowledge. Holocrons - they must be found. So much knowledge, so much power. When a Sith has a holocron, they never really die. My skills with a lightsaber are adequate. I took mine, with its bright red power cell. It's a beautiful thing, a single-bladed master piece, inscribed with runes and easily adaptable to my favoured techniques.

I must humbly confess that I have charms that work well on most men - and many women - in regards to extracting information. My years on the pleasure barge taught me that much. Besides, if that does not work, I am equally handy with more... heavy-handed methods of investigation. It is all necessary, especially with our new... guests.

Everyone has flaws. What are yours?
Only a fool would tell their fellow Sith about their flaws. My flaws are none - I find them, and I eliminate them. That is how it works with the Sith.

How would you describe your Lightsaber, if you have made one?
My lightsaber is the most beautiful thing I have ever owned. It has a curved, ebon hilt and is embedded with a ruby crystal that emits the most richly coloured blade. I keep it upon my person at all times, to make sure that it never falls into the wrong hands. I did not make it - but I have adapted its hilt to be curved since I claimed it as mine, and replaced its crystal with a much deeper, richer one.

If you wield a Lightsaber, which of the Seven combat forms has your order trained you in?
I excel at Form II: Makashi. It is elegant, refined, and as deadly as I myself.

Describe your preference in the use of the Force. Are you particularly talented in any one area? Do you have flaws in another? What are the limits on what you can or will do?
I use the force within itself far more than my lightsaber. I used it to torture, to seduce, to addle the minds of those weaker than me. My skills lay in interrogation and in pain and pleasure, as well as telekinesis and the power to push and pull objects at my whim. When I became a Sith Lord, I believe it would suit me well to become an inquisitor. Knowledge is power.

[Kentsukan]

Calista Praxon

Who and what are you?

I am Calista Praxon, Knight of the Jedi Order. I am a human.

You might have many masters or causes, but when it is ground down properly, you serve one side alone. Which is it? The Sith Empire or the Galactic Republic?

I serve the Jedi Order, and though it, I serve the Republic.

What do you look like, and how are you dressed?

When I was younger, my blonde hair always kept getting in my face, so I keep it short and behind my ears. I use two pins to keep it in place. I have grey eyes, and my skin is pretty fair since I've spent most of my days indoors. Last I checked, which was a few months ago, I'm five feet four inches. I prefer to wear the traditional Jedi brown robe over a cream colored tunic with a brown undershirt. My boots are also brown and I have a matching belt. I'm rather plain, aren't I? I've never really liked to stand out though, so plain looking clothes seemed appealing.

Why do you fight? What thoughts and ideas influence your actions? What are the reasons behind it all?

I prefer thinking of it as defending. Combat is a mindset: if you call it fighting, then it makes you a fighter, right? I don't want to fight. I want to defend and protect. I want to show that might is not right. Hopefully someday combat won't have to be used in wars and battles and fights, but instead, a grim reminder of the costs of war, and perhaps a hobby, like fencing. At least it would then be a game instead of something worse.

Do you have any skills that make you stand out from the crowd?

What? Me? No, I don't think so! I think I'm rather average--well, I guess what I think isn't what could be in reality though, is it? I'm not the best Jedi, but I'm... Okay? I've made it this far, haven't I? I can speak and understand some Ul'Zabrak, and I have the power of psychometry, if that counts?

How do you relate to everyone else? Do you have any friends, family, foes or subordinates among them?

I've had friends sure, a couple friends. They got scattered to different worlds though, so I don't know what they're doing now. My fellow Jedi are my brothers and sisters, the citizens are a flock to be shepherded, and the Sith... I pity them. But I can't hate them. They're misguided and power hungry, but they're trying to do what's best, I suppose. Trying.

Particular friends are Strago Kelrune and Kinsakwi'teksa.

What made you the person you are today? How did the past influence your present?

The force first manifested in me when I was five. I was bullied often, as a young child on my home world, so I preferred to be left alone near the cliffs overlooking the sea. Unfortunately the bullies found me and began accosting me. I remember I just got so...so... Angry. So tired and frustrated that they were pushing me around all they wanted and I could do nothing. And so I accidentally pushed one of them with the force, and he nearly ended up falling off the cliffs.

I was ignorant them about the full significance of my actions until I was taken and trained at the Jedi Temple. It frightened me that my loss of control nearly resulted in the death of a boy who only teased me. Such was the result of anger, my Masters told me, and I believed them. So I diligently trained to suppress and overcome my emotions to prevent another uncontrolled outrage. As a Padawan, I trained under my Master, Durak Kolar, a Zabrak. My Master was stern, but kind. We'd spar together, his double bladed lightsaber and Style IV: Ataru versus my curved lightsaber and Style II: Makashi. He emphasized trying to overcome the weaknesses of Makashi, and gave me plenty of practice to do so. He also taught me some Ul'Zabrak, which was necessary for a mission to Iridonia years ago. Even though I'm no longer his Padawan, I still keep in touch with him. We're fairly good friends now, and I'll be forever grateful for all that he's taught me.

As I grew older, I questioned my teachings. I think it's natural to do so: you shouldn't swallow everything you're given. Was it anger that was to be feared? Should we fear fear itself? The path of the Jedi Consular called to me to answer these questions, or find deeper understanding. To truly understand the Dark Side, one had to get near it, to experience it. But I also wanted to be a more well-rounded Jedi (and I enjoyed sparring), so I decided to become a Jedi Sentinel upon my ascension to Knighthood. Perhaps study in both mind and body will not only make me more well-rounded, but provide insight between light and dark. I was to be sent to the front lines after my promotion to Knighthood, but unfortunately, the Temple was besieged, and I was captured.

Everyone has flaw(s)... What is/are yours?

Oh, I have plenty, I think. I'm not as good as the other Jedi when it comes to combat, knowledge... Everything. I'm not as smart as I should be, or strong. I wish I could do more than I can. But I can't, and this limitation frustrates me.

Would you describe your Lightsaber, if you have made one?
It's a curved one with a purple blade. I'm very fortunate to have one and am proud to have found it in the crystal caves on Ilum. I was claustrophobic of the space, and felt like I was getting low on oxygen as I kept venturing further into the cave. It didn't help that I was starting to become convinced that I had passed the same formation of crystals growing on the wall five times. Worse, the walking space was growing smaller and smaller. It seed as if the walls were collapsing on me. I could feel a panic attack about to come on, as my breathing rate increased. Luckily there was some practical part of my brain that made me sit down, take deep breaths, and recite the Jedi code. It certainly helped; I felt far more calm once I had meditated for a few minutes. With the code being repeated over and over in my head, I remained calm for the rest of my search, even as the space around me grew so small that I had to crawl on my stomach. And there, in that tiny section of the cave, was a single glowing, purple crystal in the darkness. My Lightsaber may not be overly ornate like most curved hilt sabers, but still maintains the grace and elegance as any of them. The switch is located near the hilt, so I don't accidentally press it in combat.

If you wield a Lightsaber, which of the Seven combat forms has your order trained you in?
I have trained in Style II: Makashi, and I'm excellent in it, if I do say so myself! Still, I have much to learn if I want to be considered one of the greater Makashi duelists.

Describe your preference in the use of the Force. Are you particularly talented in any one area? Do you have flaws in another? What are the limits on what you can or will do?

I can do a little healing. But I am proficient at pulling and pushing objects with the force. I can't lift let's say, a starship, but what I lack in strength I make up for in precision. I'm better at using a lightsaber though. I also have the power of psychometry, which allows me to see impressions and traces of people from the objects they've used. It's hard for me to pin down one person when multiple people have used the object in question, however, and it is also difficult to use psychometry when the object is rarely (once) by the person in question

If you are a Jedi, have you given thought above as to how your character got captured, and why he/she/it is still alive? (answer to this can be reflected above)

No. No I don't. And honestly? I don't want to think about it. Not until I have to.

Kres

Who and what are you?

My name is Kres'haw'nuruodo, a Chiss female. Non-Chiss may call me by my core name, Shawn.

You might have many masters or causes, but when it is ground down properly, you serve one side alone. Which is it? The Sith Empire or the Galactic Republic?

My loyalty is to the Empire, as they are our allies, and there are things we can learn from them. Our societies benefit mutually, and share a few similarities.

What do you look like, and how are you dressed?

I stand at a height of 1.6 meters. Physical demands of being a Sith has made my body in peak physical form and mostly muscle. Like most Chiss, my skin is a cobalt blue and my eyes are red, my hair is black and falls to my shoulders with bangs across my left forehead. My battle armor is pure black, with a silver helmet covered with a black hood, the gauntlets are clawed, and the boots have spikes in the back and have cleats. When I’m not wearing battle armor, I prefer robes of the same color, pants, and leather boots with a metal toe. The robes have grey piping, and there is a long grey line on the outer legs of my pants, signifying my affiliation with the Nuruodo family, and a red undershirt to symbolize the Red Flame’s teachings.

Why do you fight? What thoughts and ideas influence your actions? What are the reasons behind it all?

I fight for pleasure and for advancing my own goals. The forefront of which is to strengthen my own power and gather knowledge to eventually part on to the Chiss. The Republic is a corrupted system that hides behind its Jedi, who outright ignores their passions. At least the Chiss recognize these passions: the Jedi are far worse in this regard, and need to snap out of their ignorance.

Do you have any skills that make you stand out from the crowd?

The Chiss have excellent night vision, and I am proficient in Chenuh, Minnisiat, and Galactic Basic. I’d like to consider myself balanced in terms of combat and the Force, but if I had to be honest, I am more proficient in using the Force than I am a lightsaber. My time in Imperial Intelligence has also given me knowledge of the identification and usage of poisons, even curing them. And of course, techniques in assassination and interrogation.

How do you relate to everyone else? Do you have any friends, family, foes or subordinates among them?

I left my families behind on Csilla when I decided to go to the Sith. Some call me a rebel for my actions, and that I’m squandering my talent with moactan teel*, the majority believe that what I am doing is for the best. The non-believers will see reason over time, of this I am certain.

What made you the person you are today? How did the past influence your present?

If I must tell you, so be it. I was born into the Kres family on Csilla, the third oldest of four other boys. My parents were relieved to finally have a girl, and were less hesitant about having a family of five. My childhood itself was uneventful, but in a few ways, I felt different from my peers. Chiss are taught that all energy should be spent toward work, towards serving out the duties of one’s position. Emotional outbursts are unprofessional and wastes of energy, and so too were indulgences of luxuries. One could be doing something useful instead of loafing about. But couldn’t emotions be channeled into something useful? It seemed to be wasteful not to. And leisurely activities should not be so scorned: one must work, but there must be some relaxation. Otherwise, the worker can be burned out.
At age ten, I entered the military and began working my way to become an officer. I was given exceptionally high marks, and bestowed with the honor of being adopted into the Nuruodo family and allowed to use their name in mine. Around this time was when the Ascendency allied itself to the Empire in exchange for preserving our own autonomy. For the sake of good relations between our groups, I volunteered to put my skills to work not as a Chiss officer, but as an Imperial Agent. This caused a minor schism in my family, with some saying it was a waste of my abilities, and others approving of my plan. Those who approved outnumbered those who didn’t, and so I travelled to Dromund Kaas and was selected into the Imperial Agent program.

It was satisfying work, but I will not go into detail, as I literally cannot disclose my work during that time period. What I can tell you is that I was a Cipher agent, and that my career was ended when a Sith Lord discovered that I was Force sensitive. He was Lord Saarai: a Pureblood. He took an interest in my sensitivity, and while he was not overly fond of those not of the Red Sith, he was even less fond of talent squandered. With my consent, he would arrange for me to be discharged from Imperial Intelligence, and ship me off to the Sith Academy to be trained as a Sith Apprentice. If I survived, he would become my Master and would continue my instruction. This was more than a mere opening: this was opportunity. An opportunity for the Chiss to further ingrain themselves in the higher echelons of the Empire: the very class who ruled it. I didn’t dream of this before, because I never thought that I had a sensitivity for the Force that the Sith spoke of. But now that this opportunity was staring at me in the face, how could I refuse it? I agreed to his terms, and thus ended my career in Intelligence.

Being a Sith Acolyte is difficult. Being a non-human Sith Acolyte is even more difficult, though I was treated fractionally better due to my near-human appearance. But great challenges are normal for Chiss: we do not expect handouts. I had to be particularly cautious, as there were some who were none too happy that a Chiss--an alien--had a spot, and not another human or a pureblood. I fought this undeterred during my time there, killing a few of my rivals in the process, without being caught, which silenced most of my objectors. Per our agreement, I was taken under the instruction of Lord Saraai upon graduation. Like me, he too had the ability of Force Stealth, and taught me how to utilize it. His work focused around Cipher agents and overseeing the interrogations of those they were instructed to capture. He was chosen with these talents in mind to come aboard the Hâsk and put them to use. While part of the temple strike team, he was specifically tasked with capturing Jedi to be turned to the dark side. I insisted that I be brought along, and after having to duel my contenders for the honor, I came out on top. But before we could set about our tasks, we had to find our subjects: during the Sacking of Coruscant.

My Master did not do well. In the temple grounds, we encountered a Knight and presumably, his Apprentice. I engaged the Apprentice, and he, the Knight. The Apprentice was resilient, but he ended up falling anyway. My Master, however, took a blow to his shoulder, and a whole chunk of his hamstring had been cleaved off. It was at that moment that he decided that he was too weak to continue, so I struck him down. Lord Saarai is no more. I am now in need of a new Master, and Darth Nyiss gave me the opportunity to put my Agent skills to use. For now, I have to focus on interrogation and converting the Jedi on board, while undoubtedly dealing with suspicions that will be hovering over me concerning the circumstances of my Master’s death.

I look forward to both tasks, but particularly the second: the greatest weapon the Sith can use is their former enemies. What could be better than to break the Jedi’s will by using its former students? It will be different, and a change of pace. Though I spend these last two days reading through prisoner files and watching the other Sith at work. Some Jedi are promising. Others are not. But I’ve also been preparing my entrance for a few days now… I think it’ll be particularly clever.

Good characters are always flawed in some ways. Often heroes are even more flawed than bystanders. There is typically a balance between greater skill in one area and significant flaws in others… What are your flaws?

My people think I’m too emotional. The Sith think I’m too restrained. Some think I’m too indifferent about how others perceive me outside of business. Imperfection is hammered out of Chiss during our preparation to join the military or our future career. Perhaps some could think of me as a perfectionist, though I wouldn’t think that to be a flaw.

Would you describe your Lightsaber, if you have made one?

It is black with some silver gilding, and has a blood red crystal to color it. The hilt of my lightsaber curls out as a blade with rings through it, and is kept sharpened so that I may stab someone with it and cause significant internal damage with the rings.

If you wield a Lightsaber, which of the Seven combat forms has your order trained you in?

After careful deliberation, I decided that Style V: Djem So was the best choice for me, as it allowed me to use both the Force and my emotions in combat to their maximum potentials.

Describe your preference in the use of the Force. Are you particularly talented in any one area? Do you have flaws in another? What are the limits on what you can or will do?
Don’t forget that this is in the middle of a war. Anyone of truly great skill would have been at or near the front lines.

My true skill lies in my abilities with Force Lightning, Telepathy, and perhaps the most potent one, Force Stealth. With it, I mask my true allegiance and can speak to others from far distances. A very useful combination, given the right situation and the right wielder.

Is there anything else you would like to mention about yourself?

I’d rather not, thank you, I would have thought that my answering of previous questions was satisfactory. You don’t need to know anything more about me.

*"Fair haired": a derogatory term for non-Chiss.

[ultimate523]

Who and what are you?

I am Strago Kelrune, a human Jedi Knight.

You might have many masters or causes, but when it is ground down properly, you serve one side alone. Which is it? The Sith Empire or the Galactic Republic?

My primary allegiance is to the Jedi, leaving the only option of those two to be the Republic.

What do you look like, and how are you dressed?

I am a human who stands at 6'1". My body is well proportioned to it, and shows that I am capable of both strength, and agility when needed. I allow my facial hair to grow, but not by too much, leaving it at what feels to be a good balance between nature, and order. All I wear, with no exception for many years, is the basic jedi apparel, (Obi Wan style).

Why do you fight? What thoughts and ideas influence your actions? What are the reasons behind it all?

Much of my fighting is done with words, and non-violent action, done to achieve peace, and unity in whatever small ways they can. However, when it is absolutely necessary to defend myself, or especially others, I have taken out my lightsaber.

Do you have any skills that make you stand out from the crowd?

I spend a large amount of my time training my body, teaching it to endure much more than most can while also making sure it is very capable of doing whatever I must as a jedi. I also spend large amounts of my time meditating, and working on my mind, which I feel has allowed my connection to the Force to grow far more than it would have otherwise.

How do you relate to everyone else? Do you have any friends, family, foes or subordinates among them?

Friends with Calista Praxon, and Kinsakwi'teksa.

What made you the person you are today? How did the past influence your present?

My life before becoming a Jedi feels like it had happened as an entirely different person. It was not unpleasant, but also not spectacular. My parents did what they could to care for me, and I still view them positively. However, I was quite young when I, and my family realised that I had a connection to the Force, and they allowed the Jedi to train me once they had found out about me. I was 6 years old at the time.

My mentor was an interesting Caamasi named Gilad Kallos. He showed me the value of pacifism, and using the Force to help people as much as possible. He also greatly expanded my knowledge of politics, being quite involved in it himself. I am very happy with the person he has helped me become.

After I became a Jedi Knight, I continued with much of his teachings, but also felt a need to train my body, and my skills with a lightsaber far more. I knew that combat would be inevitable, and wanted to be prepared, while also being able to teach others what they would need to know about it. Ever since then, I have put a large amount of effort into mastering Soresu, and improving it to my own liking where possible.

Everyone has flaw(s)... What is/are yours?

I often struggle to decide what is truly the right choice, causing hesitation in situations where a decision is needed. I'm very emotional in certain circumstances, yet nearly entirely apathetic in others, which, combined with my general way of carrying myself, causes many to have issues understanding me. I also question many things, even if I may appear very sure of them to others. I also tend to value honesty, and truth above many other things, which has worked both for, and against me.

Would you describe your Lightsaber, if you have made one?

My lightsaber has a relatively large hilt, due to my preference for using it two handed, but it is quite light for its size, allowing me to last longer at the expense of some raw power gained from extra weight. It is very plain, and the blade is yellow.

If you wield a Lightsaber, which of the Seven combat forms has your order trained you in?

I have trained almost entirely in form III, Soresu, putting a large focus on simply wearing down my enemies while taking the least damage possible. Due to my dedication to it, I am highly skilled in it compared to many, particularly of those like me who avoid combat as much as possible.

Describe your preference in the use of the Force. Are you particularly talented in any one area? Do you have flaws in another? What are the limits on what you can or will do?

A large amount of my strength in regards to the Force is in defensive capabilities, and ones to strengthen myself, or others, both in combat, and in resisting others trying to use the Force for evil. I can heal both myself, and others very efficiently, and also make my own body temporarily much better in a variety of ways. Like many Force users, I am capable of telekinesis, but am only average at it. I am weak at nearly everything else relating to the Force.

Is there anything else you would like to mention about yourself?

Not that I can think of.

If you are a Jedi, have you given thought above as to how your character got captured, and why he/she/it is still alive? (answer to this can be reflected above)

[Frettzo]

Who and what are you?
Well... I guess I have no reason to lie here. I am Padawan Kinsakwi'tetsu, Twi'Lek.

You might have many masters or causes, but when it is ground down properly, you serve one side alone. Which is it? The Sith Empire or the Galactic Republic?

I serve the Light Side as best as I can... The Jedi Order is my only true allegiance, they're the only reason I support the Galactic Republic.

What do you look like, and how are you dressed?

Appearance

(Take away about eight years, so it looks like she's 17 instead of 25 :p)

I am of smaller height (1,60 m) and weight than average, my skin tone is a deep purple with gold-colored eyes. Light purple horizontal stripes decorate my cheeks and lekku. My ears are humanoid in form.

Why do you fight? What thoughts and ideas influence your actions? What are the reasons behind it all?

Lately I've been feeling insecure, paranoia is settling in, somehow. I believe the Galactic Republic is holding secrets, dark ones, and it has an effect on me. My Master used to teach me about meditation, but these feelings of dread and dismay had been inside me so long that I couldn't get rid of them in time before I was dragged here.

I started in this Jedi Path of Light after a Jedi group saved me and a bunch of other Twi'Lek kids from slavery. We were orphans, so they took the force-sensitive ones to train them, and let the Republic handle the others. Ever since, I've been thankful and I do everything they ask of me.

Do you have any skills that make you stand out from the crowd?

Aside the fact that I'm force-sensitive, I've got a couple other things that make me useful in my own ways. As a future Jedi Investigator, my force-abilities alone are not enough to survive for long times undercover in theory, so I divided my attention between the force and technical knowledge.

I've trained extensively in the process of hacking systems, and have some knowledge on technical stuff, like repairing droids and different machines.

How do you relate to everyone else? Do you have any friends, family, foes or subordinates among them?

Honestly, I have no idea. I guess some people like to be around me, others do not. My friends, most of them, died in the battle of the Temple, I never had any family, and the one I felt attached to, my master, is out on some secret mission for an unknown amount of time. Subordinates are out of the list, as I am merely a Padawan.

What made you the person you are today? How did the past influence your present?

When I was a small girl, I used to be really shy. Why? Well, it had a lot to do with being born into slavery and every new person just wanting something from me, with no thought to what I wanted. As time passed and my apprentice friends treated me with respect, the shyness faded away and I became a curious, happy little girl. The training I went through helped develop my curiosity, leading me to scrutinize every little detail that seemed off about things.

I also, somewhere along the way, became too outspoken. I started discussing with my Master for reasons I can't remember now, and I eventually became blunt in my way of speaking... I guess that because my Master never lost his temper, I learned that it's better to just be direct with what you think.

For the last few months, I had been feeling uneasy. Of course, my training was coming to an end, and I was to become an Investigator, after years of hard work, but something felt off. That's when I started feeling unstable, I started doubting things too much. I don't know what happened.

And to finish, I've done things I'm not proud of, just like everyone else, but these things had to be done, because they were the most efficient way to reach a goal.

Everyone has flaw(s)... What is/are yours?
You could say that I tend to doubt my beliefs too often to be good. I also find it hard to trust that someone is doing something out of good will, and this often leads me to be distrustful, being wary of the person and in the process, investigating. This often makes them distance themselves from me.

Would you describe your Lightsaber, if you have made one?
It was a shiny metal, I can't remember the name at the moment. It had black leather lightly covering most of it, where the hands hold it. It produced a yellow blade when activated.

If you wield a Lightsaber, which of the Seven combat forms has your order trained you in?
Form IV - Ataru. I haven't had much opportunity to use my light-saber in real combat, but I was trained in this form with the explanation that ending a battle quickly was the best way to stay alive, especially if it was just you against one potentially dangerous mob head.

Describe your preference in the use of the Force. Are you particularly talented in any one area? Do you have flaws in another? What are the limits on what you can or will do?
I am a very talented individual in the area of persuasion, and I excel at force-assisted movements. Otherwise I am average in the areas of force push, pull and I have no training at all in Force Healing or specific stealth skills... I talk my way into undercover situations. I am just a kid compared to the Masters, anyway.

Is there anything else you would like to mention about yourself?
There's not much to say that I'd be willing to share with the Sith.

If you are a Jedi, have you given thought above as to how your character got captured, and why he/she/it is still alive?
Yes. Kinsa chose to surrender as soon as the battle started. She saw the slaughter from one of the balconies and hid, with a few others, in one of the rooms. The ceiling crumbled on them and they were rendered unconscious. When she woke up, she was a prisoner.

Backstory
As everybody knows, Twi'lek females are one of the most commonly enslaved beings. Things weren't any different for Kinsakwi, or Kinsa for short.

She was born into slavery, her father unknown. At first, she was taken care of by a bunch of brusque thugs, no different than your normal criminal. She was a mere possession, property of a local weapons merchant in Ryloth, just like a bunch other children around her. All born into slavery, or simply orphans who could not find a better home. It was a harsh and punishing life, for sure, but that all changed when the Jedi came.

She was told that they were there to clean up, to make things better, and they did. They stopped the merchant and they freed the slaves. But what did they do with the orphans, the children? They took the force-sensitive ones, namely Kinsakwi and another girl, and started training them at the closest Jedi Temple. The rest were left for the Republic to handle.

Days passed, weeks, months, years. The training was intense and most exhausting, but it was worth it. Kinsa learned more and more everyday, things looked up and she actually opened up to people, letting her past fears and apprehensions be lost in time, to wither, die and disappear like a flower does when it's not watered. She'd decided to never water those fears of slavery, torture and loneliness again.

So time kept passing by, until one day, when Kinsakwi became twelve years old, she witnessed the first act of cruelty, of sheer cruelty that she could remember.

Her, and a group of Younglings, had been taken on a small field excursion with a droid and a Jedi Master as teachers. They were to learn how everything was connected by the force, how all things had a true purpose, the purpose to follow the Light Side.

Now, Kinsakwi and her fellow Younglings lived in a remote place of the Middle Rim, in a small Temple that barely anyone but the Jedi knew. Of course, the Jedi there tried to keep the Younglings away from the news, so most did not know about the Galactic War, the gruesome and dark conflict raging through every single yard of the Galaxy.

While on the excursion, they did learn lots of things, they were taken on a ship to a nearby community, to live a day with the civilians there, to get to know them, and to find out about their lives, and if possible, observe patterns in their behaviour. So they did, and when dusk was approaching, the Younglings were preparing to head over to the ship and leave for the Temple. Spirits were high, everyone was happy, even the Master.

Then, a black ship was seen descending from orbit. It wasn't big, but it surely was menacing. The way that its sharp angles, and bright, black metal hinted at a Dark Blade, was enough to trigger all kinds of alerts in the community. The ship landed, and it was not even a minute until tall beings, clad in intimidating armours and robes, wielding light sabers, poured out. Some farmers, merchants, even wives, tried to scatter for their weapons, they tried to- But they were eliminated before they could even fire a shot.

The Jedi Master was quick to send the Younglings along with the droid into the ship, and ordered the droid to take off without him. As the group escaped, they could all see the distant figure of a remote town being lit on flames by a group of Sith. They all wondered the same question. "Where were the good guys? The soldiers in armor that protect these people?"

Weeks later, they were all moved to the Coruscant Temple. They never heard from their former Temple again.

So, years afterwards, a fifteen years old Padawan Kinsakwi was sent on her first mission with her Master. They were to investigate a series of murders occurring in the Lower Levels of Coruscant. She saw sickening sights, smelled rotting scents, but she wasn't phased by all of that. She was phased by the result of their investigation.

She had always been taught that the Republic Senate was the highest authority in the Republic, and the therefore, they held the highest responsibility. They were the ones that made the ultimate decisions. They had done so in the War all these years, these decades. So, if they held the highest responsibility, how was it even possible, that when all evidence was checked and re-checked, it pointed to the killer being a Senate Member?

At first they had believed the evidence to be possibly faked and implanted, but the Senator had something off about him, both Kinsa and her master could feel it, and after going deeper into the investigation, it was obvious that the Senator was indeed the killer.

They submitted the evidence to the Republic, let them take care of things. But... They never took care of things, either. When Kinsakwi learned that months after the end of their investigation , the Senator was still free and unpunished, she knew something was wrong. She headed over to where they left the evidence, and to her surprise, the evidence apparently never existed.

Ever since, she has doubted the Republic. If they were the good guys, if they were the best in the Galaxy, the ones that stood for Freedom and Prosperity, then... The Galaxy had a bad-looking future.

Kinsakwi brought this matter to her Master, and he said he'd take care of it. She doubts he ever fix the matter, as a couple days after that conversation, he left for a mission somewhere far away.

Ever since, she's continued training and helping Law Enforcement whenever she's able to, though she is always wary of the Republic now, and she doesn't trust them with the Evidence, instead opting to take it with herself to her sleeping quarters.

That all ended when Coruscant was attacked, people died, Jedi died, things again seemed bad, were bad. She had never actually been in a fight against a true Sith, but the moment she had a chance to defend the Republic and the Jedi Order, she... She hid, and waited to be captured. And now she's a prisoner because of that. She always hid her doubts from the Masters and Knights, but now she's not so sure that was a good idea.

[Omega]

((Probably far from flawless, I just want to get this up to be looked at and potentially accepted if good enough before I go back and make sure it is good. It is 1AM and I have had too much interrupt my attempts to write this already.))

Who and what are you?
Sebastian "Vole" Volonthrope, Sith Warrior

You might have many masters or causes, but when it is ground down properly, you serve one side alone. Which is it? The Sith Empire or the Galactic Republic?
My first and greatest loyalty is to the Sith Empire, other than that I have no loyalty greater than that to the Dark Council.

What do you look like, and how are you dressed?

My state of dress varies by the situation.

Why do you fight? What thoughts and ideas influence your actions? What are the reasons behind it all?
I fight to maintain the Sith Empire, I fight to defeat the Jedi, i fight to save the people of the Republic from the Republic. The Republic is a monster that died from it's gluttony long ago now it is merely a puppet with the strings pulled by the Jedi. It is all a sham, a way for the Jedi to control everything and everyone, a way for them to abduct children from their homes across the galaxy and indoctrinate them to be their personal army that allows them to enforce their will. Nothing is done in the Republic senate without the will of the Jedi and you cannot hope to be Chancellor without the Jedi first allowing this the evidence of this is all too clear in too many cases to count. So long as the Jedi exist there can be no true free will they will ensure it, just as they ensure there are no dissenting voices against them by any means necessary. The Jedi must be made to see the error of their ways or destroyed and the Republic which they prop up must be at last torn down and reforged into the Sith Empire which will bring true freedom to the galaxy at last.

I have seen both sides of the line, I have lived on both side of this war and know both their codes by heart and know that the Jedi code is a lie in all but name. What hey espouse and what they do are so very different. In my last meeting with the Jedi Council before striking out on my own I saw it so truly the greatest difference between the Jedi and the Sith being that the Jedi lie to everyone whereas the Sith will tell you the truth of what they are.

There is no emotion, there is peace.
There is no ignorance, there is knowledge.
There is no passion, there is serenity.
There is no chaos, there is harmony.
There is no death, there is the Force.

It is a test, that is all the Jedi code is. If you wish to ascend to the Jedi Council you must pass the simple test, realize that the jedi code is a lie used to keep the lesser ranks in line. It is so clear once you realize it, emotion, ignorance, passion, chaos, death, all these things the Jedi code says do not exist but these are all things in the galaxy every day and among the jedi at all times. Where the Knights, padawans, and even many masters try to abide by the code stripping themselves of everything that makes them alive the Jedi Council uses what they forbid, just as the lock away most of the knowledge in the library solely for their use. In the end it is all about power, once one realizes that then the way to the Sith is the only way left available.

Do you have any skills that make you stand out from the crowd?
With a lightsaber I am better than most though excel at dueling. With the force I have always shown competence for the theory if not raw power. This has lead to exemplary skill with the subtler and more nuanced uses of the force. Where most would train their abilities to project a wall of power with the force to destroy an enemy I instead have mastered the ability to project a single thought into the mind of my opponent. It is not a swift victory but a more thorough one. To watch the mind of your opposition erode and breakdown, doubt, fear, anger, these are emotions a part of any living being and in the cannot be fought. I work to control them to work emotions into thoughts, thoughts into ideas, ideas into weapons. I will never be a true master of the lightsaber, I will never defeat a dozen enemies with a swing o my arm, but I will wipe away a thousand enemies with a single thought. That is my skill, that is what can never be denied me.

How do you relate to everyone else? Do you have any friends, family, foes or subordinates among them?
I have an attache Miliana Keratine, originally from the Imperial Army I saw potential in her and have kept her with me on all my duties from the Dark Council since acting as my aide and using her skills she gained from the Imperial Army Intelligence Corp.

What made you the person you are today? How did the past influence your present?
Like so many thousands of others i was once a young boy on a world somewhere I do not remember now. I was discovered by the Jedi at a young age, I do not remember my parents but I can never forgive them for so simply handing away me to my future masters. I can never forgive the Jedi either for what they did to me stealing me away from my parents to a life were they controlled everything. At first I took to it as any child indoctrinated under such standards would be. Every morning I went through my training constantly hearing the lauding of the Jedi learning that i would one day be a Jedi so long as I worked hard and studied hard. Naturally I did, we all did, everyone of the younglings with me did our best only because we knew nothing better. There was no life but the life in which we served the Jedi and trained to become them.
Not all made it of course, despite what we were told. They drilled into us how any could do it but as they dropped off one by one I first saw the lies of the Jedi, I did not fully grasp the implications at first until I saw the various members after training but for now I had an inkling when we all trained just as hard but not all made it. There was a time even when I was at risk of being cut. My ability with the force was not developing as rapidly as others, I poured everything into it but I just could not produce the same effects. i dealt well with organic materials for the most part and overheard talk of an Agricultural Corp a few times even.

In time I gained my stride though, I could not produce the same raw power as other younglings but had precision they did not I felt the force at all times and learned to subtly manipulate it and control it more thoroughly than any other youngling in my group. Soon I was becoming lauded by the teachers, in lightsaber training I was a one of the better duelists in the group and with the force my only flaw was raw power but more than made up for it with finesse I quickly began drawing the attention of various masters as I grew older. My control was something increasingly admired by those above me and my ability to work with people was becoming increasingly obvious. My fate as a councilor and a diplomat was sealed many considered and it was mostly about who would pick me up at that point.

When I was chosen it came as quite the surprise, Jedi Master Quoloth was a member of the Jedi Council and supposedly one of the best diplomats in the Jedi. I could not have been happier at such a prestigious posting one of the greatest diplomats and a member of the Jedi Council was to teach me the ways of the Jedi. What a blind fool I was during those young ages. Had i not had a Jedi Councilor as my master though I may very well have never seen the true side of the Jedi however and learned what I needed to learn to join the Sith.

At first I listened to his every word and almost worshiped the very ground upon which my master stood. Early missions were as expected simple diplomatic ones overseeing agreements and settling disputes though it was perhaps not so much the missions, their objectives, or even the outcomes that began my movements towards the Sith but the methods. Early on I learned that the Jedi operate outside any legal boundaries and move all things towards their own ends. My master regularly told me of the dangers of the Sith and their ways how all emotion must be ignored in order to avoid falling to their nefarious clutches. At the same time the Jedi were called upon to show empathy with everyone which my master told me to always follow. When I pointed out this contradiction he gave me the kind of response I grew to hear far too often. A simple platitude meant to sound deep and meaningful with no substance behind it.

I suppose I am getting ahead of myself though for now. for my early missions were simple negotiation oversight largely. The methods were almost always questionable. Lieing and using position as Jedi to manipulate people's views on topics. my master waved this away saying he did not lie but merely told the truth from a different perspective. This began my slow break from the Jedi. At first I said nothing as a dutiful padawan would and merely tried to learn what I could from my master even as doubts nawed away at my beliefs in the Jedi and the system they helped maintain.

As my skill with the force grew my role in missions grew as well it was only a few years before I was being given tasks during various negotiations. At first they were simple and as expected but they escalated into what truly caused my faith in the Jedi to shake. Subtly shifting viewpoints and mentally extracting information without notice in order to more smoothly move along negotiations. As I learned these tricks I began to learn how to detect them and so my master had me learn when he was doing them and if possible learn what he was learning.

This kind of use of the force turned out to be exactly what I excelled out and quickly surpassed my master's expectations much to his pride and delight. In following my master's actions through the force I learned that he was not just removing ideas put planting ones as well. Ideas that naturally favored the Jedi's agenda and the ever mounting war effort against the Sith. As years went on more and more missions were more economic in nature procuring the necessary supplies for war and combating the Sith in the diplomatic arena rather than in combat. I confronted my master on various occasions but was always talked down and given minor platitudes. A favorite of his was that the people they talked to were good people who would have come to the right conclusion and that they were merely helping them to do the right thing.

As I grew older it eventually became time for me to move closer to where the real war was being waged dealing with negotiations to keep worlds out of Sith hands and at times deal with various Sith agents or other subversive elements. Getting my hands dirty showed me just how terrible the Jedi were in all things. Worlds which wished to maintain neutrality or peacefully join the Sith were held in line by all of the most subversive means. Any wrongs were justified so long as they served the ends of the Republic, so long as they kept the Jedi in control. I had no idea how far that meant at the time.

Of even the most skilled diplomats in the Jedi Order they must still be capable of combat and defeating Sith head on when necessary. When my teachings with a lightsaber had progressed far enough my master and I moved with a small unit of Republic troopers through words at or near the current border of the Sith hunting down their agents and influence. More than once we stumbled across groups of individuals, usually on backwater worlds, that my master told me were training centers for Sith. At these outposts resistance was always light opposition just a handful of people in plain clothes with generally rudimentary knowledge of the force and armed with nothing more than a few blasters and swords. We made swift work of them before moving on generally. The final act that began to produce my break from the Jedi happened on one of these worlds. I was caught in a duel with a member of one of the groups his sword struck at my lightsaber over and over slowly corroding away it's blade coated in poor quality cortosis alloy.

The duel was going on for too long so in a lull I tried to infiltrate his mind to grasp his next tactics and learn what I could from him before he shut me out. The man was an open door however and rather than tactics or Sith teachings there was fear and hatred. Hatred of the Jedi and fear of what they had done and would do. I was shocked and off guard for a second that allowed him to charge me only a narrow parry and the intervention of a trooper saved me from grievous wounds. I was still shaken after the man's death but continued into the compound with the trooper supporting me. He was a long time veteran having worked with the Jedi much and was well skilled in anti-Sith tactics, his unit was horrifyingly effective against these outposts.

At one sealed door I felt life behind it, expecting an attack I slashed open the door with my saber and was greeted to a room of children with a single woman holding a blaster aimed at me, we were both surprised and so for a fraction of a second did nothing. The trooper with me though had no such reaction and in that instant pushed me away and took cover on the side of the door. The man primed a thermal detonator and was about to throw it into the room when i grabbed his arm. I could not believe what he was about to do but he just pulled his arm away and informed me he was under orders that no Sith were to survive the assault and everyone here not Republic was a Sith. In a fury of rage I lashed out cutting the man down before he could throw the detonator into the room. I almost feinted when I realized what I had done but had to keep a cool head. Turning back to the doorway I pulled the blaster from the woman's hand and told her she needed to flee.

The woman and the twenty or so kids did not get far, the rest of the compound was secured and as they got outside were swiftly rounded up by troopers. After the debriefing my master and I got into a heater argument. His platitudes could no longer placate me and would never again, in his anger he revealed far more than he meant to me. So much he had been hiding from me for all these years. He stated I was not ready and after seeing my actions today may never be. I was in shock and reeling from the fact that all along we had not been raiding Sith bu force users who simply acted outside the bounds of the Jedi. My master told me they used the dark side of the force and only Sith used the dark side therefore they were Sith and had to be eliminated. After that my master told me it was time I learned of the true threat we were facing and would be facing true Sith now.

For the next year and a half we operated in various border regions clashing with Sith. I still used Makashi at this time dueling generally low ranked initiates comparable to my own padawan level while my master fought their master. It was in battle I first witnessed the unfinished Juyo style and better became able to utilize the force to my advantage as well as finally knew I would have to leave the Jedi. I had been taught so long to hate the Sith and desire only for them to be removed from the galaxy that when encountering them and reading into the minds of my enemies I could not help but appreciate them. Whenever speaking to a Jedi so much was hidden away every last one of them had a thousand thousand secrets and lies to be maintained. The Sith I faced though were much more focused. In the way they moved, in the way they thought, in the way they fought I read nothing but truth of action. They came forthright as people to you with no inhibitions or hidden desires they were truth.

My chance to escape came at last during one chaotic border clash. Engaging a forward operating Sith unit my master and I were moving with just a handful of other Jedi we attacked the Sith in a ruined urban center and only once battle had begun did we realize they were of far greater number and skill than expected. This time I sought no opponent but rather tried to hide myself in the force and await a chance to slip away. As my master engaged his opponent, a giant of a man wielding two lightsabers did I at last initiate my plan. Standing fully where he could see and behind his opponent I renounced my oaths to the Jedi and proclaimed a new loyalty for the Sith. He was shocked and it made an opening for his enemy that he gladly exploited. I had no love for my master, he had ensured that stating that love was not and never would be the Jedi way and we should distance ourselves from all things. It was with that thought I distanced myself from the Jedi.

I had been with my master for 13 years by that point but as he died i had no remorse. From the moment I left the training cadre I had felt something pulling me in a different direction and now at last I had found it. After the battle when the few remaining Jedi were captured the man who struck down my master came before me. I remembered only the Jedi's ideas on prisoners and knew the rarity of which Sith were captured and so wondered now if my own survival would be refused for some reason. I prostrated myself before him hoping for his mercy. I still remember his first words I heard, "Why do you writhe in the dirt like a worm. Are you not a man free and himself."

Standing up I was skeptically added to the group, not quite a prisoner but not quite free. I was sent back to the main Sith fortifications with the Jedi prisoners along with a handful of Sith guards my lightsaber taken from me for now. The Sith leader and most of his brethren continued to mission and from I later learned were highly successful in causing a breakthrough in the Republic lines.

For three days I waited under guard before the master returned and I conversed with him then. He spoke more openly and more freely than any jedi I had ever known. His words were not carefully guarded with double meanings abounding and no fanciful turns of phrase to try to occupy one's mind with their true meaning. I told him my tale of how I wished to join the Sith and he only laughed at first before telling me that from my words my story rang true and would send me on to learn the ways of the Sith and be judged.
Days later I was on a transport back behind Sith lines. I learned quickly, even more quickly than when i was a youngling with the Jedi. I was not the only Jedi to turn to the Sith seeing the truth there but from my class on Korriban I was the most promising and my skills were not unnoticed. Some would say the Sith are more deceptive than the Jedi using covert means to advance and often lieing to better gains. I disagreed right away for how can a man be deceptive when he tells you he will lie? While the Jedi hide knowledge deep away in their libraries the Sith state simply that any who can access the knowledge may have it and freely let loose knowledge the Jedi would rather burn away. The Sith are forever students and forever teachers and it is to you to learn the truth of things.

When I graduated most newly minted Sith initiates were given masters or various tasks but alone was different. I was told to go to a specific room in a specific building halfway across Korriban. I naturally complied and when I got there waiting for me was a single man wearing a black mask in a dark robe. He told me straight away to read his mind and so I did, subtly slipping in past basic defenses to see what was there. All i grasped from him were two words, "Dath Perspicenta." Realizing before I now stood i went to bow but was waved up instantly. He informed he he preferred his servants not be so formal as it made it easier for them speak to him. I realized instantly the edge such an action gave him in those that spoke to him would do so more casually and reveal more. He informed me he had kept an eye on me and even now considered me as a potential pupil though for now I would serve him in any capacity he wished so long as I agreed now to serve. I do so without pause.

For 5 years now I have served the Sith and have only risen in position going quickly up the ranks. Within 3 years I received orders from members of the Dark Council itself always executing my duties with the utmost efficiency and always pushing forward with knowledge. I rarely engage in combat my missions being domestic in nature usually ensuring that knowledge is properly distributed throughout the Empire and not hoarded foolishly.

Good characters are always flawed in some ways. Often heroes are even more flawed than bystanders. There is typically a balance between greater skill in one area and significant flaws in others… What are your flaws?
Everyone has flaws I suppose, I am untested in combat my skills pulled me away from the front lines quickly enough and with the Jedi I always preferred to take a leadership role guiding things from the back rather than leading glorious charges so many of my kindred prefer. I have fought duels against enemies, defeated assassins, and other minor conflicts one would expect but I am quite good at avoiding combat and removing enemies in indirect ways or turning them to my point of view and as a result personal combat is a distinct weakness of mine, particularly when compared to the more militarily minded members of the Sith Order.

My focus on the subtle parts of the force has lead to an overall neglect of the overt honestly and was never strong in the overt forms in the first place. My power in the force revolves mostly around the subtle manipulations of it passing through and around living beings I am weaker with the overt uses and the uses regarding the inorganic. In the end my ultimate goal is not to engage in direct combat and it shows in my skillset neglecting that area.

Would you describe your Lightsaber, if you have made one?


If you wield a Lightsaber, which of the Seven combat forms has your order trained you in?
Form VII: Juyo : Claims mastery of Form II: Makashi

Describe your preference in the use of the Force. Are you particularly talented in any one area? Do you have flaws in another? What are the limits on what you can or will do?
I am highly skilled in subtle manipulations of the force and interacting with organic matter. Overt and powerful actions with the force are almost beyond my capabilities but I truly excel with mental force powers invading the mind of another to learn, take, and plant anything I wish from information to emotions.

[Mirth]

Who and what are you? From where do you come, to where are you going? Tell us about yourself.
My name’s Divellyn Gan Tuum. The other Padawans called me Divelli or Div. I’m originally from Orleon, because my dad was a horticulturist and he wanted to study the plants there—they’re really different because of how wet and rainy it is. Oh, I’m half Zelosian—my mother’s human, and she’s where I get my eyes. Otherwise I look more like my dad. Uhm, as to where I’m going… Well, I’m not sure what you mean. Do you mean in general, or just now? Right now I’m not really going anywhere, since I’m kind of stuck in a prison…

I’m seventeen, and I’ve been at the temple since I was eight. I was just preparing to become a full-fledged Padawan with my own master when the temple was attacked. It was… something I was excited about. I’ve trained for this for nine years, and it’s all been taken away. Everything’s been destroyed—our temple’s gone, so many of us are dead… and then there’s me, captured. It would be stupid to say I’m not scared, because I am, but I can’t let it rule over me.

Few men truly serve more than one cause. Sure, you might pay lip service to many and support others, but which cause do you serve most? The Galactic Republic and the Jedi order, or the glorious Sith Empire?
I support the Jedi Order. They’ve taken care of me for years, and I love my brothers and sisters very much. Er, they’re not actually related to me, but we all learn together, and we’ve gotten close. My best friend’s name is… (Snnrk. Sniff.) I’m sorry, can we move on?

Eyes grow weak with age. They cannot see you clearly. Would you kindly describe what you look like and the sort of clothes you wear?

I have hazel eyes like my mother, and very long brown hair. If I’m not careful it gets in the way when I fight, so I usually tie it back. My clothes are pretty normal—a blue turtleneck with a zipper so I can open it and a pair of brown pants. I trip over Jedi robes, so my teachers thought it was best I don’t wear them just yet.

Now you have described somewhat about yourself, but you have not covered why you fight. Is it out of idealistic belief, or is it something else?
I guess… It’s because of Jeena. My friend. Before that, it was because I wanted to protect everyone else. I wanted to make sure nobody had to fight ever again. I wanted peace, in some, big, vague way. Now that I’m… here, and Jeena’s not… well, there’s more at stake. The Order needs me to be strong. They need me to survive and get home.

Surely you are not like everyone else. What sort of skills make you stand out from the rest?
My grasp of the Force is better than most of my classmates. I can levitate small things, including my practice lightsaber and throw it at targets. I can also swing it around without touching it. While I’m not too strong in swordsmanship, I’m getting better.

You have not been in touch with the rest so far. How do you relate to them? Are there any friends of yours among them? any enemies? Or perhaps you even have family therein?
I’m alone in here. I don’t really know who else is captured—I don’t know if they know me, though. I… I kind of wish Jeena got captured too. I know that’s terrible to say, knowing what the Sith are going to do to us, but I wish she was alive.

The past makes you who you are. What sort of events made you the one you are?
Well, I mentioned I was born on Orleon, right? My mom was a freighter captain before she met my dad on Naboo, and after they got married he brought her to Orleon where he was going to do a research paper on the plant life there. The plants grew really big and tall because the soil was so well-hydrated and the atmosphere was so humid, and there were a lot of different types. We lived there until I was six, when Dad finished his book (his research paper just kept growing and eventually became a 400-page guide to Orleon’s flora).

The Sith Empire and the Republic had been fighting for years, pushing each other back and forth. On Orleon, we didn’t really hear much; all I knew was from things my mother said or from the books we had. Naboo was going to be very different.

Once we were back (well, Mom and Dad were back, I had never been), we got a new house and settled in. Now that we were back with other people, we were hearing more and more about the war, about how the Empire was coming, slowly but steadily. My parents were careful not to discuss it in front of me, but I still heard.

I went to school for two years and liked it a lot, but I missed being able to play outside on Orleon. We were the only people living there, so you would think I’d get lonely but I never really felt it. On Naboo I got to play with other kids for the first time. That was when I figured out picking things up without touching them was weird.

I didn’t think it was, since I’d been able to do it for as long as I could remember, but the other kids were either scared or impressed. The ones who were impressed were easier to deal with than the frightened ones, but they never hurt me or anything. I didn’t have any close friends so I didn’t have to worry about them being with the scared kids. Hidden blessing.

Eagan Everille was the Jedi master who recruited me. On the lookout for teachable children, he heard from my dad’s university that I was ‘special’. He decided to see for himself. He came to our house and asked me to levitate things for him. I’d heard about Jedi from my mom—she’d worked with a couple, years ago, when she still had her freighter, and she sat with Master Everille while I concentrated on the steel ball he put on our table. When it lifted into the air, I think Mom realized I really was different.

Up until then, she had been proud of me, like most parents are of their kids, but seeing my abilities firsthand kind of brought it home, to her. I remember the look on her face—all that pride. She was thrilled I’d gotten the attention of the Jedi Order. When Master Everille offered to take me to the Academy, to teach me to use the Force properly, she couldn’t say yes fast enough.

Dad was less enthusiastic, because he and I were closer than me and my mom. He tried to convince her not to let me go. He told her it was dangerous, and that I was too little to go. It was me who convinced him… I said I wanted to go. After seeing the look on Mom’s face and how Master Everille had smiled when I picked up the ball, I wanted to go.

I met Jeena at the Academy. After I spent a few days overcoming my dad’s reservations regarding the war and the Sith, Master Everille took me to Coruscant to be trained. While I was there, I heard much more about the war—when Rhen Var was attacked, many of the Masters went away to fight. Master Everille went with them, and when he came back, he looked sadder than I’d ever seen him. Later I found out his Padawan at the time, Sidri Nalaar, had been killed in the battle.

I’ve worked hard in my classes, trying to be everything my mother wanted me to be. Everything Jeena wanted to be.

No good character is without his or her flaws. Nobody’s perfect. The heroes, be they good or evil, tend to have more blatant flaws than the tagalongs. What be thine flaws?
Um, well… I care more about what people think than I let on. Aaaand… I’m kind of naïve. It’s weird knowing that I’m gullible and that I always see the best in everyone else but not being able to stop myself from being that way. Jeena usually stopped me from being too trusting, but she can’t do that anymore…

No matter if you are a Jedi or a Sith, you probably made a lightsaber once upon a time. What does it look like?
Mine is green. The hilt is about as long as my forearm, so maybe fifteen inches? I haven’t really done much to it—I just got it when everything happened.

If you wield a Lightsaber, which of the Seven combat forms has your order trained you in?
I use Soresu, if I’m forced to fight. I try to keep out of frontline combat, because the Force techniques I use require a lot of space. I’d hate to hurt someone else with a wide swing.

What sort of person are you? Do you use the Force for combat, or do you prefer to wield its more mystical branches? Is there something you excel at above all other things? Is there something you are hopelessly bad at? What limitations do you have?
Don’t forget that this is in the middle of a war. Anyone of truly great skill would have been at or near the front lines.
I was in the middle of practicing my swordsmanship when the attack came. I’m not well-versed in the forms in spite of all my trying. I work hard, but it just doesn’t seem to work.

Where I truly shine is in the Force. I can move things and pick them up, and it’s always been really easy for me. I can get really fierce when I’m feeling a deep connection, which happens when I concentrate hard enough. So far I can lift and throw other people, as long as they aren’t too big. I know it’s frowned upon in the Order to enjoy fighting, but I like winning. Or, well, more accurately, I like competing. I try to shut off that part of myself when I fight, though.

You are Jedi. Yet you have not been held with the other prisoners. Why not? Were you captured elsewhere? Did you just get captured? Or have you simply been isolated till now?
I… I think I got hurt. Badly. It was because I was stupid. I… I left the fight to bury Jeena. Everything’s very confused, but I remember dragging her away and then crying and leaving a flower for her. The only ‘girly’ thing she would ever tolerate was a flower now and then. She liked putting them in her hair.

Somebody must have come up behind me. I don’t know.

Is there anything else you would like to mention about yourself?
I will never betray the Jedi. Jeena would want me to be strong. I have to be strong.

[Fallenreaper]

NPC

Rin Eris

Who and what are you?

Rin Eris, a human Jedi Knight of at least 3 years.

You might have many masters or causes, but when it is ground down properly, you serve one side alone. Which is it? The Sith Empire or the Galactic Republic?

The Galactic Republic or to be more specific, the Jedi Order and Code.

What do you look like, and how are you dressed?

I’m a sixteen years old, white male and rather athletic in my appearance with height at 5’10”. My hair is jet black and cut into a neat, short trim that is mostly spiky on top while I sport two slightly different colored eyes. One is bright green but the other is slightly lighter, dull almost, thanks to an injury sustained during my time on the front lines. There is a few light scars, faded, trailed down the side of my face that have long since healed but however it left its mark, I can’t see depth perception out of my right eye very well. Currently I’m dressed in the robes of a simple Jedi Knight.

Why do you fight? What thoughts and ideas influence your actions? What are the reasons behind it all?

The only reason I bring up my lightsaber is in the defense of others and ideas of peace in the Galaxy. I will not be provoked into a mindless rage or baited into other reasons because my faith is strong and firm. What I do is very much in union with my beliefs, any that tell me otherwise discover my expression will not waver from this.

Do you have any skills that make you stand out from the crowd?

My ability to connect puzzles and see details most overlook, not a useful trait for a Knight but one that had served me well over the years. And likely will continue to do so in the far future.

What made you the person you are today? How did the past influence your present?

I have three siblings and all younger than me.

My brother is five, and twin sisters about six years, all gifted with the force and currently at the Coruscanti temple upon time of the sacking. I’m saddened to say, I likely will never see their bright young faces again. My cousin is Lea Rahn, a Jedi Padawan from the Temple, and my dark fore brood is very terrible when it comes to thoughts about her over the days past. I can’t tell for certain if this means she’s gone or worse. In all truth, there’s little I find hopeful in the situation which draws a unsettle sorrow within me.

My mother was force sensitive and a Jedi knight, killed in the Temple struggle while she defended her home. I found her body and counted it among the dead, though after what Master Fallon has told me then it’s unlikely she is with the force. My father, not force sensitive, hadn’t been present or he too would’ve died among the ruins. He was on Coruscant during the Empire’s assault, but not at the Jedi Temple, so he managed to avoid being killed and instead very much alive unlike some Coruscant civilians. Something I was grateful for as he currently attends to the funeral rites for my departed mother.

Father believes I am too prideful when it comes to my duties and responsibilities, unable to accept failure within myself or my limitations in things beyond my control. I disagree completely with him because I never believe I’m working alone as I’ve seen many great things done when many individuals work together, their blood, sweat and tears made the Galaxy better. Those force sensitivities, fallen Jedi or Sith, that can’t work alongside the Jedi are a risk to what we aim to achieve and possibly could undo what the Jedi have managed so far.
Would you describe your Lightsaber, if you have made one?
Basic one with a yellow blade.

If you wield a Lightsaber, which of the Seven combat forms has your order trained you in?
Not sure for this one.

Describe your preference in the use of the Force. Are you particularly talented in any one area? Do you have flaws in another? What are the limits on what you can or will do?

I’m only average in my combat skills which explains why my face is scarred and suffered such an extensive injury as my first front line experience hadn’t went well. Since then, my talent lies more in in diplomatic means and aiding escape if needed. I’m ideally adapted in abilities like Comprehend Speech, Force Empathy, and related skills as Force Speed and Stealth make me very difficult to track or notice when it comes to seeking out information.

Is there anything else you would like to mention about yourself?

Nothing more to say that would be useful.

[Tzarima]

Venren

Venren Cosnell, Knight of the Republic

Appearance:

Venren is young man, human, not much over 17 and of a small frame. While not having an impressive physique in any way, he has become reasonably fit from his occupation. Straight black hair that is always cut before reaching his shoulders and sharp, green eyes. His clothes consist of the standard knight’s outfit, rather worn out at this point and with the robe, utility belt and the lightly armoured bits now removed.

Few men truly serve more than one cause. Sure, you might pay lip service to many and support others, but which cause do you serve most? The Galactic Republic and the Jedi order, or the glorious Sith Empire? If you have other causes you pay some service to, you may mention them as well.

I am a Jedi, and the Jedi serve the Republic.

Now you have described somewhat about yourself, but you have not covered why you fight. Is it out of idealistic belief, or is it something else?

This is probably a more interesting question to me than it is to you. I think you should be at least a bit of an idealist as a Jedi, or you’ll lose sight of your long term goal and purpose. When your goal is sustainable peace, as is the case with the Jedi, you must always ask yourself why and when it is necessary to take to violence. But it always is necessary on some level. You fight while there are things worth protecting, and diplomacy does not always succeed.

Surely you are not like everyone else. What sort of skills make you stand out from the rest? Do they stand out because you excel at them, or because you fail miserably?

I have always had a great talent in lightsaber combat and using the force to fight has always come easy to me. I don’t know about standing out, though. Many knights are proficient with their weapon. It was certainly noted while I trained at the temple, but I doubt I am especially outstanding compared to my peers now. I also have the mental strength to make a knight, though I doubt that is anything outstanding either.

I have also learned a few things about tending injuries without the force, though my skills are not of much use if there are forcehealers or larger quantities of kolto available.

You have not been in touch with the rest so far. How do you relate to them? Are there any friends of yours among them? any enemies? Or perhaps you even have family therein? Do not hesitate here because you do not see yourself mentioned in other players' character sheets. They may simply have forgotten to write you up. Correct that mistake, would you?

Xid is my friend since a long time. We grew up in the temple and trained and studied together a great deal. I’ve only had sporadic contact since we both left Coruscant, though.
I know Allanar Damarcus in the passing, he’s always seemed like a good Jedi and role model.

I’ve met Strago and Kinsa during my training, but I haven’t gotten to know them all that well.

The past makes you who you are. What sort of events made you the one you are? Do some events mean more to you than others? Did you have a good or a bad life?

Not much of my past stands out that much. I was picked up by the Jedi when I was about five and grew up at the temple since then. I quickly came to consider the temple my home and the Jedi and other younglings there to be my new family.

It was clear rather soon that I was best suited as a combatant, and while I did have interest in learning other things it was only with the lightsaber I shown any real talent. I never did have the mind of a scholar, as interesting as their work is on one level, I never had the patience to read for long if I could be outside. I also would have liked to learn other less violent arts, like force-healing, but I never could.

While a combat trained padawan I would travel with my master and join him on his missions. The ones were I was present were not supposed to high risk, but in wartime, well, things go wrong. In short, we had to fight a number of times when we did not expect to, and at some point it was decided that I had seen enough real combat and could stay level-headed under pressure well enough to be a knight. Quite early, yes, but I think it just didn’t make sense to keep me tied to a master if I could handle myself, especially in times like these.

This was only just a few months ago, though. It was my second assignment as a Jedi knight that ended with me helping the evacuation of all troops and some citizen from an area now far into Imperial territory. That’s also when I was captured by the Sith and ended up here.

No good character is without his or her flaws. Nobody’s perfect. The heroes, be they good or evil, tend to have more blatant flaws than the tagalongs. What be thine flaws?

Aside from the different uses of the force that I am unskilled at, I am a young and new knight with little real experience. While I’ve dealt well with the situations I’ve been in, nothing I’ve been through compares to this. And while I’ve usually have had the mental strength to stay calm, I am far from immune to fear, pain or anger. I can control my feeling with a Jedi’s willpower, but never really escape them. There are also a few unjedilike traits that I’ve had to work on. I’ve had to specifically train patience, for example, and I also have what my Master likes to call “tendencies of thrill-seeking”.

No matter if you are a Jedi or a Sith, you probably made a lightsaber once upon a time. What does it look like?

I have made my own lightsaber, and it’s a shame that I had to lose it so soon. It’s pretty standard issue, really. Simple, with a wrapped grip and blue blade. Designed to be used both one and two-handed.

If you wield a Lightsaber, which of the Seven combat forms has your order trained you in?

Aside from the basics of Form I that all Jedi start with, I am trained in Form III Soresu and Form II Makashi.

What sort of person are you? Do you use the Force for combat, or do you prefer to wield its more mystical branches? Is there something you excel at above all other things? Is there something you are hopelessly bad at? What limitations do you have?
Don’t forget that this is in the middle of a war. Anyone of truly great skill would have been at or near the front lines.

I was always quite capable with using the force for combat. Aside from just using the lightsaber, I’m good with force uses centered around my own body, such as having it aid my movements and the like. Most other things, and indeed the more mystical branches of the force, I am far worse at. For example, while I have an easy time pushing tings away, moving heavy things in any other direction requires a great deal of concentration. I am terrible at manipulating other’s emotions through the force and therefore have no talent in things like persuasion. Sensing is not that bad, but I have not great skill in that either. Some Jedi can use the force for things like healing or telling when people lie, but such things I cannot do at all.

You are Jedi. Yet you have not been held with the other prisoners. Why not? Were you captured elsewhere? Did you just get captured? Or have you simply been isolated till now?

I was recently captured.

[Lucius Cypher]

Who and what are you? From where do you come, to where are you going? Tell us about yourself.
I have taken the name of Ntaaj Thaiv. Though I do not remember it well myself, I was birthed and to be raised as a protector of my people, just as my father before me. Events occurred in which I was removed from them, due to my sensitivity to the Force. Afterwards much of my memory has been altered and changed, or perhaps they are as they always have been, and only I think different. Either way, that was in the past. I have a new life to live now, working my way up the Sith hierarchy.

Few men truly serve more than one cause. Sure, you might pay lip service to many and support others, but which cause do you serve most? The Galactic Republic and the Jedi order, or the glorious Sith Empire? If you have other causes you pay some service to, you may mention them as well.
I serve the Sith, though mostly because I agree most of their ideals and am willing to defend and kill for them. As for those who are among the Sith... That loyalty is variable. Just because we agree with each other does not mean that we like one another; indeed, given the chance, I would gladly kill some of my fellow Sith for their impudence. But there are also some who I would gladly die for (Or merely kill others for) as well, who are honorable and accepting of my ideals. They are few in numbers, but they exist.

Eyes grow weak with age. They cannot see you clearly. Would you kindly describe what you look like and the sort of clothes you wear? Do not leave out anything you think would be relevant. Are you young? Old? Human? Alien? Male? Female? Scarred? Deformed? Yellow? Blue? Green? Red?


In addition to what is seen, he is usually equipped with various gadgets and machines that allows him to function both similarly to other Sith, but also differently. However he often changes them to suit whatever situation he is going into, or whatever he could attach on a short notice.

Rarely is Ntaaj ever out of his attire. He is more machine now than man; twisted and maniacal. Though most of his internal organs and his upper body still retains the flesh, he would rarely show it and much prefer to be rid of it altogether. But should you be able to see pass his mask, he would see a face almost untouched by time, the face of a young man with a young voice. But his youth was not given to him naturally; he had withered and aged before, became scarred to his time, but used machines to hide it all before he simply chose to hide behind the machine itself. He is believed to be human, or at least humanoid. His eyes are a solid black, no color, no life, a sure sign that he has chosen to abandon the flesh.

Now you have described somewhat about yourself, but you have not covered why you fight. Is it out of idealistic belief, or is it something else?
I was taken by the Sith to learn of their ways. But I do not follow them merely for the power to control the Force; instead, I use their ideals to create my own power, so that I am not a slave to the Force like the others. The Jedi fear power while the Sith takes it, but I will do more merely that. I shall do more than take; I will create my own power, my own force to be reckoned with.

Surely you are not like everyone else. What sort of skills make you stand out from the rest? Do they stand out because you excel at them, or because you fail miserably?

Though my control over the Force is not as great as others, I compensate by using tactics that are almost sacrilegious; technology. I do not limit myself to the anarchic ways of the Force, using merely lightsabers and my meager force powers. I am skilled and utilizing various forms of blasters and slug-shooters, as well as operating various machines and vehicles. Additionally, I am equipped with various gadgets and weapons that are vetted to be akin to force powers, or even different entirely in order to change the tide of battle in ways my enemies will not expect or to deal with situations that the Force cannot fix. I have also begun to devise ways to control others, either through superior firepower or other technologies, in ways that the Force does not.

You have not been in touch with the rest so far. How do you relate to them? Are there any friends of yours among them? any enemies? Or perhaps you even have family therein? Do not hesitate here because you do not see yourself mentioned in other players' character sheets. They may simply have forgotten to write you up. Correct that mistake, would you?

I have many enemies due to my well known reputation for disregarding the Force, among other reasons. Actual friends are far and few, but you could say I have many potential allies in lieu to companions. They are often merchants, smugglers, and other business types whom I often contact for new parts to use or repair. Those who do not know me for my distaste for the Force would know me for some of the technologies that I have created (Granted with the help with others, but they no longer live to tell their tales) and will continue to develop upon. One such invention that has risen me to glory is a device that allows me to alter the memories and thoughts of others, such as Republic soldiers and VIP's. Thanks to it we now have various allies even within the republic, who are naught but puppets in our hands.

The past makes you who you are. What sort of events made you the one you are? Do some events mean more to you than others? Did you have a good or a bad life?

Though the details escape me, I remember being born in a lush jungle. My family, my people, were a primitive sort. Rarely did they work with technology despite having access to it. They chose to live in their own ignorance, assured that so long as they caused no trouble that there would be none. Of course they were wrong. For only a few short years while one could call me a "Child" did I live with my people, before ships tore the land asunder. By the time the smoke cleared there was nothing but ash. Ash and myself. It was on this day that I was discovered for my force powers, and at this age I was sent to an Academy to hone my skills and find a lord to serve. But instead I grew to resent my so called "Power". When pitted against others my Force ability may as well have been nonexistent, and even basic level abilities were only earned through constant struggle and effort, long after others had succeeded. Many have given up on me, and soon I would have as well. But that was before I learned of droids, and the machines.

Many of the Sith would look down upon relying on anything aside from their skills and their lightsabers, but I am not like many Sith. I was much too aware of my own weakness, so I decided that I would find a way to improve that allowed me to stand against my fellow apprentices as equals. I endured their scorn and hatred as I had to, using what funds I had to turn my flesh into steel. Forced to fight outside of the box, I learned new ways to use my powers, and brought them against my enemies. Lasers, slugs, flames, or electricity; I tested them all against my enemies, and learned how to use them just as well as I learned how to use my own weapons. I began to grow stronger in ways others could not. For once, I had power. And I aimed to ensure that remained true for the rest of my life.

My education took a divergent path from the usual Sith training. Sure, I did attend my required classes when I had do, but more often than not I fought with machines. My extra time was spent upgrading my body and learning how to operate various vehicles and becoming skilled in operating them. It was in that field that I had talent, as flying or driving came naturally to me. Not only was I skilled at moving such vehicles, when it came to combat machines I was also great. Using the combined power of my organic mind and computing technology, I was able to aim and hit targets with various ranged weaponry faster than most who share my classes, and sometimes even better than the professional teaching me. Some scorned me, but now they too would feel the struggle that I had gone through.

One of my most successful accomplishments is a device I have christened the "ALTR-1". The ALTR-1 is a helmet-like device that, hooked up to certain interface terminals, allows one to alter, extract, or remove memories of those who are equipped with the ALTR-1. Originally I created it in order to assist in my learning, but than I found that it had other uses. Thanks to it I have managed to gain very important information from various spies and Republic Figures, as well as altered their idea of us so that the Sith may use them however they please. Though it's not without it's faults, it has proven to be quite an effective tool at enthralling the minds of some of the most powerful individuals in the galaxy. There were only two types of people in the world who could fight against the powers of the ALTR-1; the Jedi and the Sith. By taking in certain students who I have volunteered, I've worked for many years to improve on controlling the minds of my fellow students, in hopes that one day I could do the same to our natural enemies, the Jedi.

At some point during my time training as an Apprentice I may have made a few too many enemies. When I had surpassed the title of Apprentice, my enemies made it so that I could neither advance above them nor find other avenues to surpass them. They knew my skill with the Saber matched their own, so they fought me in ways that I could not, the very ideal which I used to gain my victories. But there was one way I could escape them, one way which I could achieve my goal and ensure they won't stop me: I was sent to assist Darth Nyiss, an eccentric dark lord. Using many of my favors and contacts, as well as a gratuitous use of the ALTR-1, I made it so that I would be sent to her to offer her my services with the ALTR-1, as it's creation and use was a closely guarded secret of mines. Working under her was not the most ideal way for me to ascend in ranking, but I have not toiled for so long to be daunted by such notions as "difficulty".

No good character is without his or her flaws. Nobody’s perfect. The heroes, be they good or evil, tend to have more blatant flaws than the tagalongs. What be thine flaws?

I am not good with animal lifeforms. I do not understand why, though most attempt to eat me whenever possible, or at best are simply unresponsive to me. I dislike the creatures myself, and only tolerate them when told to do so; I'd prefer to butcher them and eat their flesh. In fact, I am not very good with sentient lifeforms either; I detest the flesh, tolerating only long enough to get what little use I can from them. Rarely do I bother forming anything beyond a professional relationship with others, and it shows; I have no friends, merely enemies and coworkers, both which are not mutual exclusive concepts. I also have difficulties communicating with others that are not simple orders or commands; either I can be vague and laconic or speak with such unnecessary eloquence and sophistry even I would begin to lose track of what I intended to say (i.e. I talk too much).

Lastly, I have been known to be a "Maverick", or someone who simply does not abide to all the laws put onto us. Though in my defense, I follow those laws well enough, up to the point there they become a bothersome obstacle that I could simply ignore instead of try to overcome. If I were to die by these laws, what use were they to me? Another issue regarding this flaw is that I often look for loopholes, despite whatever my superiors want me to do. Holes in logic or imperfections I can exploit will be used and abused whenever possible. I would even dare to question these laws, challenge them on a principle level and refute them if I deem them unnecessary. This however may have created the imagery that I am untrustworthy of any task that would require or have the possibility of sacrificing myself. And they would be right not to trust me with such tasks; I value my own existence more than I do the loyalty to others, and I would do whatever I must I can to ensure that I can live to fight another day, be it cutting down the enemy or playing along with their games.

No matter if you are a Jedi or a Sith, you probably made a lightsaber once upon a time. What does it look like?

(With a traditional red blade instead of the current color, of course.)

I intentionally created my own Lightsaber as as Crossguard Saber, to not only ensure that it stands out but also to prevent others from trying to use it, due to it's strange qualities. Namely the four blades that extend perpendicular to each other and the main blade. It is also due to this trait that only a certain few, primarily me, is able to maintenance the saber correctly. As much as I would enjoy watching others kill themselves trying to calibrate my saber, I would never allow others to even land a hand on it, unless they wish for it to be removed by the same saber.

If you wield a Lightsaber, which of the Seven combat forms has your order trained you in?

Form III: Soresu with a hint of Form V: Shien, supplemented with whatever other weaponry currently equipped.

What sort of person are you? Do you use the Force for combat, or do you prefer to wield its more mystical branches? Is there something you excel at above all other things? Is there something you are hopelessly bad at? What limitations do you have?
Don’t forget that this is in the middle of a war. Anyone of truly great skill would have been at or near the front lines.

I will always look for alternatives, to work outside the given means and never limit myself to merely what I'm told I can do. When it comes to dealing with machinery, from blasters to droids or hovercraft to space shuttles, I am quite skilled in operating them. I'm also able to hack into and reprogram various AI's and other digital terminals, allowing me to do such things as bypass locked entrances or remotely control various droids. I also have the necessary abilities to preform surgical operations for mechanical implants, and I have designed my own robotic limbs to be quickly and easily integrated into others on short notice, which some prep time of course. Thanks to my ALTR-1, I can also manipulate the minds of my enemies much quicker and effectively that some would with the force, as well as help implant knowledge and memories that I don't have for educational purposes.

The machines I use are necessary do to my own lack of Force ability. Or rather, while I am still sensitive to it's power, my ability in using them is lacking even though I have become more than a mere Apprentice. I would hardly use the Force at all, if possible. I do not intend to limit myself only to it, relying on it if only because that is all that is available to me. That being said, this same mindset also is why my own ability with the Force is lacking, as I am so intent on not using it that it is barely passing. Some would say that I only require practice, but even I know that practice does not make up for the talent I do not posses. I am reliant on physical things to grant me power and strength in battle. Without them I may as well be a Force-sensitive robot, with none of the advantages and all of the flaws. But I refuse to allow such excuses to put me on a lower level than others.

You are a Sith. How come you arrived now, several days after the others? Why would the powerful Darth Nyiss let you in at such a late time?

After graduating from the ranks of Apprentice, my advancement was grounded due to the interference of many of my enemies of the past. I would have been stuck as nothing more than a Sith in name only, driven to my own madness at never being able to advance above my rank. But there was one avenue I could escape through; if I could ally myself with a powerful person, I could use them to ascend the ranks of the Sith. So I chose Darth Nyiss, offering her the use of my greatest invention the ALTR-1, as well as whatever other skills I could provide. The ALTR-1 has proven useful against the weak minds of most of the Sith's enemies, and I expect that it would work just as well against the Jedi.

Is there anything else you would like to mention about yourself? You know there is something. Don't be shy.

Despite my interest in attaching more machine parts to myself, I care little about droids beyond what they have that I could benefit from. As far as I care, they are as usable and disposable as any other sentient lifeforms. I'm also not a very picky eater, as one of the things that my mechanical body requires is a lot of energy to sustain it. Just about everything could be processed into energy, though commonly I use the flesh and bones of the fallen. It's simply the most convenient. I also has a personal Landspeeder suited to be heavy armored and fast, though lacks on board weaponry aside crushing opponents against it's armored hull. I employ it whenever possible.

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Avix Veir

Who and what are you? From where do you come, to where are you going? Tell us about yourself.

I always hated these awkward get to know you questions but I digress... My name is Avix Veir, I am 23 years of age and hail from Balmora. My parents were farmers and I grew up in the country. Things were often lovely when the Republic and Sith Empires pissing contest wasn't ravaging the damn planet. Where am I going? Well I'm stuffed in this ship on a rescue mission to liberate the captured Jedi from their horrible “Sith” oppressors. I see you picked on the cynicism in my tone... Well it's kind of hard not to be cynical when our order tends to wipe out any traces of the Sith. While the Sith are seeking to turn our padawans, knights and younglings into one of their own. Such a thought would have me shunned by the rest of this party but my master always taught me think outside the box. To question the Jedi orders rigid standards and err... I'll spare you the rest of this rant... Maybe you'll hear it another time if you make it off that godforsaken ship.

Few men truly serve more than one cause. Sure, you might pay lip service to many and support others, but which cause do you serve most? The Galactic Republic and the Jedi order, or the glorious Sith Empire?

My allegiance is to the Jedi order, even if their rigid standards tend to put me off at times. I see the merit in the other things they teach such as not letting your emotions cloud your judgments and emphasis on self discipline. I've seen first hand the other side of the spectrum and erractic pride filled Sith put me off way more. Pride is a crutch of the insecure and their "Passion" doesn't set them free... It eventually enslaves them, nothing more fun then using their "Passion" against them and robbing them of their pride. It is way more entertaining to me than giving them a quick death. As for the Republic? I see it as a tiresome old bureaucracy but it is a better alternative to the Sith Empires xenophobic form of rule. It is the lesser of the two evils that at least attempts at some sort of fairness as opposed to the oligarchy of Sith Empire.

Eyes grow weak with age. They cannot see you clearly. Would you kindly describe what you look like and the sort of clothes you wear?

Well I stand at 6’4 and have a muscular build. My eye color is hazel and I normally wear my straight black hair in an unkempt fashion. But here is a picture that will say a lot more then my simple description:

Now you have described somewhat about yourself, but you have not covered why you fight. Is it out of idealistic belief, or is it something else?

Why I fight? Well being a Jedi Shadow it kind of is unavoidable as my duty in the Order is to destroy all things Sith. My former Master always had a different view on those creatures and often would give them one more chance to convert to the light before finishing them off. She always thought they were lost and could be saved if given the chance. I always thought it was foolish as most were too far gone or to prideful to ever do something like this. I personally hold a deep disdain for the Sith but will still do this practice as a way of paying homage to my fallen master. Who knows…? One day I might meet a Sith who takes me up on the offer and I’ll make them my apprentice. Don’t laugh… I’m being serious… But I probably have a better chance of breathing in space then that ever happening.

Sorry I started to ramble but I fight to stop the spread of the tyranny of the Sith as I’ve experienced it firsthand and it’s instilled a disdain in me I just can’t seem to shake. Its one thing that scares me quite a bit as I know it could lead to my downfall and must be kept in check through meditation.

Surely you are not like everyone else. What sort of skills make you stand out from the rest? Do they stand out because you excel at them, or because you fail miserably?

I am an exceptional duelist, have exceptional agility and self discipline to my benefit. As for dueling it is an absolute necessity and something I take great pleasure in. There is nothing more enjoyable then a good duel against a worthy opponent. I even have the tendency to using Dun Moch against my opponents to keep throw them off guard. My agility is just something I honed over years of training with my former master.

My odd ability improvisations is something that has kept me alive this long. You wouldn't believe how often spitting in your opponents face when sabers are locked has often given me the opportunity I need. Is it under handed? Yes… Do I care? No… I also am adequate with tech and can hack into basic things like maintenance terminals.

You have not been in touch with the rest so far. How do you relate to them? Are there any friends of yours among them? any enemies? Or perhaps you even have family therein?

Ever since after my master passed I have pretty much been alone and rarely interact with the others in the order. Most of my tasks are stealth related and involve me doing things alone.

The past makes you who you are. What sort of events made you the one you are? Do some events mean more to you than others? Did you have a good or a bad life?

The first couple of years were quite enjoyable from what I remember… My parents ran a quaint farm in the country and we were never bothered with the troubles of the galaxy. This was my life for the first 5-6 years before all hell broke loose. My home world apparently held a significant value because of its location near the core worlds and the fact that we quite a few weapons producing facilities made it an instant target for the Sith. The peaceful world I had briefly known was dragged into this pointless conflict.

This greatly impacted my family and the area we lived in happened to have a major weapons producing facility nearby. It wasn't long before the Sith landed and dispersed various soldiers to acquire supplies for this campaign in the surrounding area. They took everything and tried to force my parents to produce more food to feed the soldiers in the area as they advanced against some of the Balmoran forces held up in the weapons facility. My father being a staunched supporter of the Republic initially refused to do anything for the Sith. The soldiers however had other ways of getting him to comply and beat him with in an inch of his life. They then threatened to kill my mother and me if the beating wasn't sufficient motivation to aide "The Glorius Sith Empire".

We now had a small contingent of Sith soldiers that stayed on the farm to make sure everything went according to plan and we met their quotas. If we didn't they would "motivate" us so that it would never happen again. This was the nightmare I lived in and had to witness things a young boy should never be subjected to. It was a living hell that was finally broken when Lucia Thaxton appeared a year later.

She was on a mission to destroy the newly captured weapons facility in the area. Our farm just so happened to be a few miles away and allowed for her ship to land undetected. Under the cover of darkness she quickly made her way to the house and immediately saw one of the many episodes of cruelty that befell my family. One of the newer soldiers tried to sexually assault my mother and my father finally lost it. He tackled the Sith to the ground and began to punch the soldier senseless. It didn't take long before he took a blaster to the back. My mother soon met the same fate as my father. I was then faced with a blaster to my face and could feel my impending death before a bright orange saber pierced through the chest of the soldier. I quickly closed my eyes out of fear and before I opened them it was over. When I finally opened my sheepish eyes I was met with the warm smile of brown haired women who appeared to be dressed in odd fashion. I was still traumatized about the whole situation but she introduced herself as Lucia Thaxton assuring me that everything was going to be okay. She took pity on me and took me back to her ship. She said that she would find me a new home after her mission was done and that I’d be safe there. So I waited…

Several hours passed and before the oddly dressed young women trotted back in. It appeared her mission had gone quite well as I had felt a large tremor an hour earlier and she wore that same carefree warm smile upon her face. I was relatively quiet and didn’t answer her questions initially. After her repeated attempts to gather information out of me she finally settled on the simple question as to if I was hungry. I sheepishly nodded my head and could see a smile dance across her face as she took to the kitchen. What she made was delicious and after our dinner she began to inquire about me again. I was comfortable now and divulged everything I could remember. I was a mere boy so there really wasn’t much to tell aside from my name, a bit about my family, and the cruelty the Sith had inflicted upon us over this past year. She went on to introduce herself a bit more and told me she was Jedi. I had never heard such a term and asked what exactly a Jedi was. She answered it as simplistically as she could as basically saying the Jedi represented the light while the Sith represented the dark. I eagerly asked if I could join the Jedi as I wanted to pay those Sith back for all that they had done. Her warm smile quickly faded and she went on to scold me. She stated that the Sith were merely lost and needed a guiding hand back to light. She went on to state such thoughts of vengeance would make me no better than them. I of course had no idea what she was talking but solemnly shook my head. I asked her if I could be a Jedi. Her response was swift and stated I had to be force sensitive to be a Jedi. She could see the look of disappoint in my eyes and immediately backtracked stating that she could test me to see if I was force sensitive. My eyes immediately lit up and asked what this test was. She said it was quite simple and took my midi-chlorian count. She looked at the results and a sly smile crept across her face. “Well well looks like you do have what it takes to be Jedi… I can’t just take to a foster family now can I? It’d appear that I should take you back to the Jedi Temple on Coruscant for you to begin your trai…” she said before I abruptly cut her off and hugged her leg. “I want to go with you…” I sheepishly stated as I stared up at her with my hazel eyes. She immediately started stating numerous reasons why she shouldn’t take me as an apprentice but I would not budge. After she had exhausted all of her excuses she finally looked down at me and sighed. “Well looks like I can’t turn you down now can I? It would appear I am stuck with you and you with me... Just know I won’t be an easy master deal wi…” she replied before I quickly cut her off with my own words of excitement and continued to hug her leg. She then went onto ruffle my hair and finally was able to get me out of my iron grasp. We then left my home world and I was off to begin my training.

During my early years with my master I often meditated, practiced the art of defending one’s mind from Sith mental manipulation and the art of light saber dueling with my master. It was a very graceful art form what I could see and I was pretty clumsy with it at first as I wasn’t the most coordinated child… However I eventually came into my own and began to pick it up pretty quickly as the years went by. During these early padwan years I however often never went on missions with my master. My skills as a shadow weren’t quite up to par and would make such missions a liability. I would see any action till about 8 years later and by them I had learned how to conceal myself through the force.

With these abilities I was finally able to go on missions with my master and not waste away in that damn ship constantly practicing while she was out. Our first mission however was to take place on Alderaan. The planet was engrossed in violent battle with the Sith Empire and our mission was to infiltrate a Sith base to find crucial information about the Sith fleet that orbited above. This was to hopefully give the Republican fleet an edge in the battle.

The initial part of the missions was very easy as we easily snuck by the Sith soldiers in the base using our force abilities to conceal ourselves. I remember I remarked that this was almost too easy before being scolded by my master saying that it could jinx us. I just shrugged my shoulders and continued on avoiding the Sith until we came upon the room where the information was held. After the initial upload was done we heard the doors open behind us and I caught my first glimpse of actual Sith warriors. Their red sabers were already brandished and it appeared they knew we would be coming. This couldn't be as we were hidden but the Sith who appeared to be the master stated that it was I who alerted them. This baffled me as I could have sworn I did nothing to allow for such detection but I guess I must have gotten careless. There however was no going back and a duel ensued as I took on a female Zabrak who appeared to be the apprentice. We clashed in a violent struggle neither able to gain any ground on the other. I was just trying to wear her down as she was a practitioner of Juyo. I figured her violent strokes would eventually begin to diminish as I parried them gracefully while striking back in a controlled fashion waiting for my opening. Little did I realize that my master had just finished off her opponent and as the apprentice had reached exhaustion. I saw my opening and I took it as I parried her diminished strike while flourishing in a vertical fashion severing her right arm. I immediately kicked her in the chest knocking her to the floor as I was about to deliver the finishing move my green saber was stopped by what appeared to be an orange saber reminiscent of my master. A sense of dread quickly filled me as I assumed the worst and turned my head to see it was my master. I was relieved and asked why she hadn’t let me finish her off. My master went onto explain that it wasn’t what she had taught me and that I hadn’t even given the Sith a chance to repent to the light. I protested but it was to no avail as I reluctantly asked the Sith to abandon the dark and come back to the light. The Zabrak just sneered before uttering a plethora of insults. “Well it appears she refuses our offer… You know what to do Avix…” my master said with a sigh as she sheathed her saber and turned her back to let me finish the deed. I proceeded to slice the Siths neck effectively ending her miserable existence.

I had known my master had long preached redemption of the Sith and how I am to give them one last chance to repent to the light before I finished the deed. This however was a lot harder in practice as I saw them as abominations… Abominations that caused pain and suffering... Caring nothing for anybody but themselves as they wrought destruction through the galaxy… I brought these thoughts to the forefront when I engaged my master and she preached with conviction how she felt about them. She said she pitied them and saw them as lost souls that could be potentially be redeemed. She went on to state that Sith didn't kill Jedi if a capture was possible. Stating that they would try turn us but the Jedi didn’t seem to give them no such opportunity. She felt it was a great travesty and something that needed to be corrected. If I was to remain under her tutelage I’d have to abide by this practice or I’d be her student no more. I of course immediately back tracked and begrudgingly agreed as my love for my master over shadowed my disdain for the Sith.

Over the next couple of years I steadily improved going on numerous missions with my master. Most would go swimmingly and I would hardly ever have to brandish my saber. The times we did we normally made quick work of the Sith we fought. Still none of them took me up on the offer to come back to light preferring death or attempting to catch me off guard. This made me even more cynical about the Sith ever wanting to be redeemed… Yet I still pressed on one failed conversion after another. During this time I completed my Jedi trials and was Padawan no longer. Yet I and my master still worked together.

Things finally came to head about 2 years ago when I and my master were on a mission to destroy a Sith talisman on a deserted world which name escapes me at the moment. It had appeared on the scene first quickly making our way to the main chamber When we came to the main chamber of the room it had almost been eerily deserted. We both quickly came to the realization that it was a trap but it was too late as two Sith assassins were upon us as they emerged from the shadows. We were barely able to draw our sabers to block their initial onslaught. I engaged what appeared to be a human male but I couldn't tell as he was in some sort of armor that concealed his face. The other was a male Twi’lek with a light blue skin tone adorned in the traditional robes of the Sith. I completely lost track of how my master was doing as I keyed on the Sith that lay before. He was a practitioner of makashi as well and it made for a relatively intriguing duel as we both traded blows. I however got the upper hand and immediately flourished up sending my saber through his skull. I quickly saw that my master was struggling with the male Twi’lek. I was just about to enter the fray but it was too late as he punched my master in the face before thrusting his saber into her abdomen. The life immediately went from her eyes as she stumbled lifelessly to the floor. At this point a trickle of tears began to stream down my eyes before I immediately charged wrathfully at the Sith. I lost my composure and I swung violently at the Sith who seemed to take delight in my anguish parrying my aggressively sloppy swings. I immediately used force pull to grab my fallen masters sabers and assailed the Sith even more furiously. I slowly began to give into my hate for the Sith and started to overpower the Twi’lek before I ducked under one of his vertical slashes falling to my knee as I crossed my arms. I immediately swung my arms across my body severing both his legs. I stood up and was immediately about to strike him down in a violent fashion before I saw that it was my masters saber I was about to strike him down with. Everything she had taught me was about to be thrown away in this rage filled passion and immediately I stopped myself. This isn't what she wanted… I was about to become one of those rage filled monsters I long despised… No I won’t give in… I then lowered my blades and crossed them around his neck. I stated the ultimatum my master had said to numerous Sith. The Sith couldn't help but laugh feverishly at my proposal and began to gloat about killing my master. He refused my offer so I ended him…

I would continue to do this even though I know that it may never happen but somehow I want to believe my master’s ideal would someday come to fruition. Oddly her ideal became mine but I would never openly admit it. I may be cynical about it but I long for that day I will redeem at least one. Hell I will even make the redeemed my apprentice. As for now I operate doing similar missions I use to do with my master except I do them alone. I rarely have any interactions with the others in my order other then the Jedi who give me my missions. The loneliness can be unbearable at times but I continue on hoping one day that I may be able to redeem one at least one. That would be enough for me…

No good character is without his or her flaws. Nobody’s perfect. The heroes, be they good or evil, tend to have more blatant flaws than the tagalongs. What be thine flaws?

Well one of my flaws is my deep disdain for the Sith as stated above. I fear that one day it will lead to my downfall and is a reason why I often meditate in my free time. Another thing that one could say is a flaw is my loose adherence to the Jedi code. It often gets me in trouble with my more rigid superiors but I still uphold the values my master instilled in me. I’m not the best with people as my interactions were mostly with my master and she didn't do much to help my social skills. Hence why I appear to come off as distant and standoffish to most.

No matter if you are a Jedi or a Sith, you probably made a lightsaber once upon a time. What does it look like?




If you wield a Lightsaber, which of the Seven combat forms has your order trained you in?

I mostly studied in Form II: Makashi as most action I tend to see is against force users and is normally my preferred style of combat. I am well versed in Jar'Kai but often use this as a way of keeping my opponent off guard

What sort of person are you? Do you use the Force for combat, or do you prefer to wield its more mystical branches?

The things I excel with in regards’ to the force is stealth. I am able to mask my prescience from other force users and even able to vanish from sight. This makes skulking about enemy territory a lot simpler. The only other force ability not related to stealth that I excel in is defense against mental manipulation. It was taught to me very early on by my Master and I’ve honed it throughout the years. It is one reason why one of my favorite past times is meditating.

My other force abilities are adequate but nothing special.

You are Jedi. Yet you have not been held with the other prisoners. Why not? Were you captured elsewhere?

Honestly I was on a mission on my home world aiding the Balmoran resistance and Republic forces. This mostly involved acts of sabotage, information gathering and the occasional duel.

Is there anything else you would like to mention about yourself? You know there is something.

Nothing I can think of as I divulged quite a bit to you… If you want to know more you’ll have to survive this mission.

[Templar Knight]

Who and what are you? From where do you come, to where are you going? Tell us about yourself.

I am Gideon Xanthous, a human born on Dantooine, who was tempted by hearing of the Sith teachings to Korriban, and having completed my training to the satisfaction of my instructors, I was taken on as an apprentice of a Sith Lord, Fa'los. Having wandered the Outer Rim under my new master and teacher, searching for Jedi and Republic Agents working covertly against the Empire outside the bounds of Republic and Sith space, as well as any vestiges of the Dark Side to learn more of the ancient Sith or expand our powers and understanding of the Force. I now make my to the capital, following the unexpected death of my master, to settle my deceased Lord's affairs and seeking reassignment with perhaps a chance try to claim the mantle of Sith Lord, should the Dark Council, and the Darth whose network I am a part of, see fit.

Few men truly serve more than one cause. Sure, you might pay lip service to many and support others, but which cause do you serve most? The Galactic Republic and the Jedi order, or the glorious Sith Empire? If you have other causes you pay some service to, you may mention them as well.

I serve the Sith, though only the Empire through assisting Imperial Intelligence in some of its endeavours as my Lord was commanded to do so, not as a fighter on the front lines. For although I share their distaste for the Republic and their Jedi Order, whom coddle weakness and stagnation in the name of "peace", I have not wished to be involved in the constant struggles between Lords and their pupils that have caused so much bloodshed for our kind. Nor do many among them accept me, for in many of their eyes I was seen as weaker for what they see in me as an gentler heart than most Sith. They fool themselves to think that I am any less devoted to the Sith Code than them, I just see no use in wasted potential. I hold to the Sith Code above all, and what I believe it means, regardless of whether or not my fellows in the Empire hold the same views.

Eyes grow weak with age. They cannot see you clearly. Would you kindly describe what you look like and the sort of clothes you wear? Do not leave out anything you think would be relevant. Are you young? Old? Human? Alien? Male? Female? Scarred? Deformed? Yellow? Blue? Green? Red?

I am a human male getting into my middle ages (38) with a trimmed chin strap of black hair and short, well-kept black hair being prominent facial features. I have green eyes, tanned skin, 165 cm (5"6'), 63.5 kg (140 lbs), and possess scars across my back and arms from old injuries due to blades and electrocution. I wear Dark Jedi robes given to me following my graduation, they are well worn and stitched in many places to maintain them due to the massive amount of wear and tear on them, as are my shoes which are simply constructed leather shoes.

I also have kept my old cloth wraps and pantaloons from my previous life on Dantooine to use in the event that I need to wear something less conspicuous for whatever reason. The Dark Jedi Robes are mostly for more formal occasions or situations wherein I’m not afraid to show off my status, low though it may be.

Now you have described somewhat about yourself, but you have not covered why you fight. Is it out of idealistic belief, or is it something else?

I fight because peace is a lie, and there is only passion. Through passion, I gain strength. Through strength, I gain power. Through power, I gain victory. Through victory, my chains are broken. The Force shall free me. Simply, I fight because it is a necessity in obtaining greater power and a stronger connection with the Force as the ancient Sith did. All Sith fight, and if I am to become a Lord amongst them, I must fight as well.

Surely you are not like everyone else. What sort of skills make you stand out from the rest? Do they stand out because you excel at them, or because you fail miserably?

I stand out from other Sith for my "failings", for although I was adept at wielding a lightsaber and could utilize the Force as well as your average initiate, many claim that my heart was not cold enough to truly match the Sith for their hatred for weakness. Specifically in the fact that I showed mercy to the opponents I dueled, I could not bring myself to strike down a potentially useful fellow Sith simply because I was faster, stronger in will or strength or hadn't missed a step when they had. What I viewed as avoiding wasting a life who could prove useful to the Empire with greater training, my teachers viewed as a severe weakness on my part. They claimed that such mercy could mean not only my death in a real fight, but the deaths of fellow Sith if I was ever in a position of command as a Sith Lord. They eventually made me learn this lesson, making it a more and more painful one to learn as they tried to beat and burn it into me, I finally came to the conclusion that in this situation at least, if the initiates could not prove themselves, they would be killed, so I went along with what my instructors taught me, even though I believed some of their teachings could have been different.

Luckily for me, a particular Sith Lord by the name of Fa'los was residing at Korriban at the time observing the Academy and its pupils for a potential apprentice, it was not an uncommon thing for the odd Master or Lord in need of an apprentice to stop by the Academy to see if any of the initiates held promise, though it wasn't common for a Lord to actually take any of the initiates, the war demanded that most be sent out to fight in the front lines. Why did Lord Fa'los pick me? He claimed that the way I interpreted the Sith Code along with my styles of fighting aligned closely with his own, and that out of most of the initiates, I had the better chance of succeeding as his apprentice.

You have not been in touch with the rest so far. How do you relate to them? Are there any friends of yours among them? any enemies? Or perhaps you even have family therein? Do not hesitate here because you do not see yourself mentioned in other players' character sheets. They may simply have forgotten to write you up. Correct that mistake, would you?

Gideon does not like Jewel Namore to begin with, knowing that her rise to power came from the fact that she manipulated fellow Sith, which he views is a poor way of having earned her status as a Sith Lord. He would never say that to her face though, as he is not foolish enough to offend a higher ranking Sith over his opinions of how Sith Lords should prove themselves.

He is also nervous of Lord Sish and his apprentice Zanna, for he worries that the former will find him to be weak and seek to become an obstacle in his path, and the latter because of her unbridled ambitions posing an equal threat. But he doesn’t give them too much thought otherwise, nor does he know them personally, only by reputation.

Jayda Enor and Ntaaj Thaiv fascinate Gideon due to their unconventional natures as Sith, but he doesn’t know much about them. He may try to get acquainted with them first.

Gideon has a great deal of respect for Darth Nyiss, though they have never met, Lord Fa’los kept him abreast with her ascendancy to power and lectured on some of the tactics she used to gain her position in the Empire, so that he may learn by example. He privately looks forward to the chance to prove himself worthy of being her apprentice, but if that doesn’t come to pass, then he will be content having assisted in the endeavour of a Darth whose ideals fall along a similar vein to his own.

Her uncle, “Guide” was also spoken of by Lord Fa’los, as he had worked with the Pureblood decades before he took Gideon as an apprentice, but Gideon knows little of him outside of his teachings, nor would the Pureblood know anything about him.

Minder 62 has encountered Gideon before through the work he and the departed Lord Fa’los did for Imperial Intelligence, though they don’t know each other on a personal basis, and Gideon has no idea he is involved with the project.

The past makes you who you are. What sort of events made you the one you are? Do some events mean more to you than others? Did you have a good or a bad life?

My unexpected departure from Korriban after the completion of my training to become a member of the Sith Empire had a huge effect on my life, it was what caused me to wander throughout the Outer Rim under the guiding hand of Lord Fa'los, taking odd jobs to book passage on ships and trying to keep a low profile as we were on assignment from the Empire to hunt down Republic agents and Jedi who may use covert methods of trying to enter Sith Space or strike at us, either on Sith Worlds, or the odd neutral worlds. He had been assigned to this mission by his own Darth, and we coordinated our efforts with Imperial Intelligence when able to do so. Our studies never stopped though, the galaxy simply became our testing grounds.

Such a life put me in contact with a lot of people though, I saw people of all walks of life, races, and fortunes and learned how and why people act the way they do, Lord Fa'los emphasized this interaction and understanding of the psychology of individuals, groups, and societies along with cause and effect was as crucial in understanding how to play, and how to win at the conflicts which the Sith embroiled themselves in. Such experiential knowledge is essential in discerning one's weaknesses beyond mere combat prowess. For he believed, just as I believe that a true Sith should know not just how to break one's opponents through combat, but through every other means they can, emotionally, intellectually, anything which can be put to the test in a conflict. After all, is true power not that which enables the wielder the ability to destroy an opponent in any number of ways to ensure victory? And is victory not ever truly obtained until an opponent is utterly broken and vanquished?

One of the most rewarding, or proudest moments of my life was when I bested a rival apprentice for the first time in a duel. The situation arose on Nar Shaddaa while we were working for Sith Intelligence, keeping our eyes open for Republic agents who may use the Smuggler's Moon as a nexus for their operations. A chance meeting of myself, Lord Fa'los and a rival Sith Lord with his own pupil quickly escalated into a contest of who was the better Master, specifically whose understanding of the Sith Code produced the better apprentice? For Fa'los' rival understood passion as being the key to power, a literal understanding of the Sith Code, and had taught his apprentice to feed off of his emotions to give him greater power during conflicts. Fa'los instructed me in how passion has its place in gaining power, but uncontrolled passion leads to ruin, a true Sith has to know when to unleash their passions, and how to utilize that power, which may not necessarily be physical strength, or willpower. The two Lords arranged the duel between us in a secluded section of the city without distractions from potential interlopers and we were told to fight each other through all the means we had until one of us forced the other to yield and supplicate before the other as being the greater, humiliating their Master. We fought for over an hour, our lightsabers not being the only thing which connected. Every time I had the chance I would taunt and banter to my rival, and even utilized the Soresu form against his Shien, letting him become enraged and frustrated at my constant verbal jabs and his inability to land a successful strike.

Eventually he had become so weak that he could barely swing his arms effectively anymore, but I still kept up with the dodging, focusing my energy into making him wear himself out without even landing a blow on him. When his legs finally gave out underneath him from being so tired, I took his lightsaber in an instant and forced him to supplicate before me, using the Force to make him utter the humiliating words when he wouldn't say them willingly. His Master was so enraged that he executed the poor apprentice right there, cutting off his limbs and throwing him off the catwalk to the ground impossibly far below in his fury. Fa'los couldn't have been more proud of me though, using the duel as a lesson that these results proved that there were many ways which a Sith could hold power over an opponent, and more than one way to achieve victory through passion and power and still be a Sith. I always wondered if he would have done the same thing to me as his rival had done to his apprentice if I had failed, I had no doubt that something equal would have happened to me. Fa'los may have had a slightly different idea of what weakness meant than other Sith, but he did not disagree that those who proved to be the weaker should deserve no mercy from the stronger, woe to the vanquished was the apt phrase.

It has not been an easy life, being a wanderer and Pariah among most parts of the galaxy, but I would say it has been rewarding given the path that I have chosen.

No good character is without his or her flaws. Nobody’s perfect. The heroes, be they good or evil, tend to have more blatant flaws than the tagalongs. What be thine flaws?

I have never been a very tough fighter, I cannot take many direct hits without going down, which is why I rely mostly on dodging blows or avoiding fights altogether.

I also have aquaphobia, to the point where I won’t even use drowning-based torture techniques on targets due to my squeamishness, despite their potential usefulness as a mostly non-lethal torture technique. Nor will I go into public baths or any sort of wash basin that has water which can reach up to my neck in depth. It came from a childhood incident where I almost drowned when I attempted to cross a fordless river on Dantooine, the river had been engorged by heavy rains and I lost my footing trying to cross it. The current sweeping me downstream nearly a mile before I could stop myself, and my lungs dangerously filled with water. Since then, I’ve always had aquaphobia.

Sith have also argued that I suffer from Lima Syndrome, wherein I become sentimental about my captured targets. It is true that I am a bit more lenient on prisoners in regards to their treatment, but that is because I believe that working my way into their trust opens as many doors to obtaining information than breaking their minds or bodies outright. Patient, slow torture through mind games, or simply persuasion or coercion, in my opinion can be just as effective. The reason I draw criticism from other Sith on this is that I will try to stop overly cruel punishments if I can, or simply refuse to perform such acts unless ordered. I have never let such sentimentalities get in the way of my missions, nor would I dream of betraying my fellow Sith for an enemy, but I don’t see a point in being unnecessarily cruel.

No matter if you are a Jedi or a Sith, you probably made a lightsaber once upon a time. What does it look like?

It is a standard single-bladed lightsaber of average dimensions and parts, it has an orange crystal though, rather than the traditional Sith red. Lord Fa'los specifically gave me this crystal when showing how to assemble one from scratch in order to symbolize both personally and outwardly, that I was different from other Sith given my interpretation of the Sith Code. But also as a more practical reason, the red lightsaber is instantly recognized by anybody as belonging to a Sith regardless of whether you're in Republic, neutral, or Sith space, if I was to keep a low profile while still keeping my lightsaber, we had to make sure that I was not immediately recognizable by the colour of my lightsaber. Perhaps one day, once I'm reassigned to a different task that doesn't involve covert actions, or become a Sith Lord then I will change the crystal to red, but now it stays orange.

If you wield a Lightsaber, which of the Seven combat forms has your order trained you in?
Soresu was the combat form I was trained in. It offered the skills necessary to fight offensively, as a Sith must, but also those needed to be able to adapt to specific weaknesses of an enemy through its heavy reliance on defensive tactics to give its user time to decipher their opponents. It is also the form which best complements my lack of toughness, making me as good as fighter as anybody else if not better for those who aren't experienced with fighting those who've learned the Soresu form.

What sort of person are you? Do you use the Force for combat, or do you prefer to wield its more mystical branches? Is there something you excel at above all other things? Is there something you are hopelessly bad at? What limitations do you have? Don’t forget that this is in the middle of a war. Anyone of truly great skill would have been at or near the front lines.

As a utilizer of Soresu, I use the Force to aid me mostly in defensive maneuvers or to overwhelm an opponent following a break in their defenses. I am not very skilled in fights between multiple targets by myself, especially ones wielding lightsabers, be they Jedi or Sith due to the fact that I cannot focus on a particular enemy when that occurs. In such situations, I try to flee, as only a fool fights a battle he knows he cannot win.

I am also skilled in torture and interrogation using indirect methods from my experiences with Lord Fa'los while we were on assignment in the Outer Rim. I learned many different ways of breaking a target's will without having to break bones or mutilate bodies, things which cause a lot of noise and are quite noticeable in situations where we are trying to be covert in our operations. Granted, I have never attempted to convert anybody to the Sith cause using my methods, but I do have a successful record for being able to break the will of my targets and obtaining necessary information out of them, and in theory it shouldn't be much more difficult to change those methods over to the process of conversion, would it?

a) You are a Sith. How come you arrived now, several days after the others? Why would the powerful Darth Nyiss let you in at such a late time?

Due to the lack of results on turning most of the Jedi so far by the Sith already aboard, Darth Nyiss would be looking for Sith who are available who at least have some experience with indirectly breaking people's resolve and leave them susceptible to conversion. As to why I am late, Lord Fa'los died unexpectedly of a chronic illness while we were on assignment, meaning that I had to return his body and possessions to the capital anyway so that he may be buried with the other Sith Lords, and so that I could be reassigned by Lord Fa’los’ Master after giving my reports on our work to Imperial Intelligence ,based on where they may need me. So I was not expecting to be free to be able to assist in this matter, but since circumstances allow, I would be able to lend my aid in her cause.

Is there anything else you would like to mention about yourself? You know there is something. Don't be shy.