[OOC] Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

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Koren Omi-Ren

Koren Omi-Ren

Jedi Artisan

Age: 33
Species: Human (Alderaanian)
Force Abilities:

• Telekinesis: Koren is adept at control, calming his mind he is proficient with telekinesis able to move more than one object at once and with a finite level of control.
• Droid Disable: Through his work in creating various works of art he has learnt this ability. Able to use the Force to manipulate small pieces of technology he is capable of interacting with technology, such as shutting down droids and locks.
• Crucitorn: Not all art is meant to be seen, some is meant to be heard or felt. The ability to alter one's own or anothers senses is a valuable asset for an Artisan. A fortunate side effect is that when in pain it can be dialed down and replaced with another sense.
• Force Revitalize: Sometimes inspiration takes time, during prolonged bouts of meditation he can keep his body maintained with the Force so that he doesn’t need to take breaks for food or sleep for longer than usual.
• Plant Surge: An ability Koren is still trying to get to grips with, able to connect with plants in the same way a Jedi does with all living things Koren can shape the growth or increase the growth of plants. However it is draining and takes a lot of time.

Skills:

• Trained in Form I, however is most proficient at Form II Makashi due to his appreciation of the artistic style of the form.
• Architect, while he is by no means an engineer or technician he has a unique outlook and training when observing things that helps him make something both good looking and functional.

Equipment:

• 1x Interlocking Lightsaber with blue blades.
• Standard Jedi Robes
• Standard Jedi Communicator
• Bag full of paper designs
• Combination of odd electrical/mechanical pieces that don’t really fit together.

Strengths:

• Centered: He is calm, and collected. He knows where is centre is and this allows him to keep himself in the light and away from unbalance. He’s able to meditate in even the most stressful of situations.
• Architect: While this is a skill, it is also a strength. He can analyze structures to determine their strengths and weaknesses
• Faith in the Jedi Code: Faith is a powerful thing, Koren has faith both in the Jedi Code and in what he is doing is right. Making it hard to sway him from his high moral centre.
• People Person: He’s good with people, particularly other Jedi.
• Focus: Once he has a target, he devotes all of his time and effort to it until the task is done.

Weaknesses:

• Combat Inexperience: He has been in one fight with a Sith before. While he has dueled with other Jedi and against training droids he has no real experience in the field of combat.
• Cybernetic left leg: In is one fight against the Sith and the attack on Illum he lost his left leg. While he has a cybernetic replacement like many amputees he has issues with pain, and phantom feelings where his real leg used to be.
• Lack of Faith in the Republic: While he has unshakable faith in the Jedi Code, and the tenants on which the Republic stands, he himself does not like what the Republic is becoming as the war goes on.
• Confusion on the Jedi: War brings out the worst in people, this includes the Jedi. His faith in the code remains he worries what the war is doing to the Jedi.
• Cold: While not as severe as PTSD, cold temperatures or objects that remind him of Illum can give him severe anxiety issues.

Biography:
Early Years
Koren was born in Crevasse City on Alderaan, his father a miner in one of the few operating miners on Alderaan and his mother was a teacher at Crevasse City Collegium for Young Ladies, however he would never get to the point where he would know them well enough to know this. Being on a Core World the Jedi quickly discovered the latent force ability within Koren, his parents being ‘patriotic’ citizens were willing to give Koren over to the order, however worried about their son and what he might face in the line of duty.

On learning that he was to be trained on Coruscant they agreed, knowing that Coruscant was one of the safest planets in the Galaxy, and the oldest known Jedi Temple. Feeling that due to this he’d get the best training and then less likely to be hurt or killed in the line of duty his parents agreed and he was shipped off to Coruscant while he was still learning how to walk and talk. Meaning like most Jedi he didn’t truly miss his parents, as he never really knew them. His life within the Jedi Order began.

Jedi Initiate
Koren went to the Jedi Temple on Coruscant, arriving before his third birthday, being placed within the Thranta Clan at the temple. His first couple of years were simple, learning the code and the basics of being functional members not just in the Jedi Order but in the Galaxy in learning how to speak, read, write and basic mathematics. When he was old enough the clan began to practice in meditation in order to hone their control in the Force, it was during this time that Koren began to become interested in control of the Force. He couldn’t quite explain the feelings but it was so beautiful and complicated that he spent the few rare moments meditating in order to gain control and his centre.

As the war pushed on between the returned Sith Empire and the Republic and their Jedi protectors Korens training continued, while the initiate training remained the same: History of the Republic, Lightsaber Combat, Meditation, Control of the Force and more there was an obvious shift in the Jedi Temple. As the war pushed on and a resolution didn’t seem to get closer a young Koren could feel the change in the temple. When the test came in the construction of his lightsaber Koren spent more time than others, while many wanted to hold their lightsaber in their hands for the first time he himself wanted to make sure that the weapon was perfect as it was to be an extension of himself, for the rest of his life.

Jedi Padawan
After passing the initiate trials Koren was taken on by a Jedi by the name of Chachi Bane an Artisan at the Jedi Temple on Coruscant, the very Duros who had taught him how to build a lightsaber. Chachi recognised the the look in the eye that Koren had as that what he had when he was a youngling during the trials. Koren saw the art in life, and the Force and what it could be if he focused on it hard enough. As such while many of the friends he had made while an Initiate travelled outwith the Temple into the depths of the Galaxy, to either fight against smugglers or the forces of the Sith, Koren remained at the Jedi Temple at Coruscant in his studies. Though Chachi didn’t immediately allow him to hop into the world of an Artisan.

Much of Korens time was spent on mastering his control, Chachi told him that without a firm grasp of himself and his center then his ability to create art, with aid of the Force wouldn’t be at it’s best. That the role of an Artisan wasn’t simply about creation it was about understanding. At age fifteen Koren was allowed to supervise his master in the creation of a Jedi Holocron for an old friend of his master, Worror a historian in the Jedi Order. The intrinsic beauty and power of such a small object astounded a young Koren, and he told himself that one day he would create items of such peace, power, beauty and knowledge. Though he knew full well that he had years to go until he would be able to reach that level of control.

As the war continued to rage on Chachi realized that the little training he had offered his padawan in terms of lightsaber combat wouldn’t be enough, and as such had Koren head to the training areas of the temple in order to hone is skills in lightsaber combat. Enjoying the elegance of the form he decided to study Makashi, seeing the skill in the form and the way the moves flowed as if in a dance with an opponent. He continued to train both with his lightsaber and with his mind, as time progressed Chachi gave him more and more responsibility. Eventually it would come to pass that Koren would teach younglings in the construction of their very first lightsaber, the way Chachi had once trained him.

This expertise lead him and his master and took them to Illum, a planet known solely to the Jedi as they had never alerted the Republic to it’s existence. Once on Illum Koren continued his work in helping Younglings, present for the gathering, build their lightsabers. It was a peaceful and simple life, his master looking over his shoulder less and less as time went on. Koren began to work on design and construction of the temples as expansions were made as the Illum temples gained more and more importance within the order.

On his twenty second year of life disaster struck, the Sith somehow discovering the location of Illum attacked in force. Koren had been within the deep caverns that were scattered throughout the planet when they struck, the weapons fire from the ships in orbit destabilized the tunnel he was in causing it to collapse, both knocking him out and crushing his left kneecap.

Trials of Knighthood
Traditionally the Trials of Knighthood (Which include the Trial of Skill, Courage, Flesh, Spirit and Insight) are done within the Hall of Knighthood though in some cases Padawans who have been through extensive trauma are given the rank of Jedi Knight, able to forgo the more traditional method of becoming a Jedi Knight. As Koren awoke in the frozen tunnels beneath the surface of Illum his trial of flesh began as his broken knee pained him and the cold bit at him Koren forced himself into a meditative trance. He was groggy from the head wound, though more importantly he was confused as to what was going on. Refusing to activate his communicator until he had a firmer grasp on the situation.

Using what his master taught him Koren dulled down the pain he was feeling, redirecting his focus towards his hearing as he sat meditating in the cold. Though the temperature no longer bit at him like it had before, instead he was at peace. There was more to this cave in than met the eye, when the cave had first shook it had been day but from his chronometer it was now night, there was no way Chachi would not have come searching for him before then and he could not sense his master. Stretching out his feelings as far as they could go he saw through the problem, completing the trial of insight as he detected the presence of the Sith.

As he sat there meditating trying to decide where to go next, he heard a sad song resonate through the Force. Similar to that he had heard when he had first sought out a crystal for his lightsaber, this one was different but no less unique. Lacking a real plan of action Koren decided to follow the sound to it’s source, a large cavern. In the centre he could see the crystal calling out to him, intrigued he went towards it. The Force worked in rare and mysterious ways, he had been taught that since he was a child so he didn't question what it told him now. As he approached the crystal he stretched his hand to reach it, however as he did the floor below him collapsed and he fell into a deep cavern where he faced his trial of spirit. To this day Koren, like many others, refuses to comment on what he had to go through to climb out of the pit and he himself doesn’t know if the pit was even real or a manifestation of the Force, all he knows is that when he emerged he was exhausted.

On retrieving the crystal he still had two trials to go, limping through the caverns he found himself at a secluded exit with a view of the landing pad. On it were Imperials guarding an Imperial Shuttle. No doubt in case a Jedi had managed to survive, as he had. Knowing that he would be unable to hold against the cold for long, nor keep the pain at bay forever he had no choice but to go on the offensive. With the faith that his masters training would keep him alive. Once on the platform he ignited his blue blade, defeating the Imperials on the platform with relative ease. However it turned out a Sith had sensed his presence while he had been seeking for answers on what had been going on, the ambitious acolyte had waited at the shuttle for him to appear.

A fight ensued, testing Korens limits as he struggled with his wounded leg, in the end the fact both combatants were inexperienced was the sole reason he survived that day. Though in a final act of defiance the Sith he had left lying on the ground in the cargo hold of the shuttle called his blade to his hand and cut Korens lower left leg off, Koren retorted by removing the Siths hands before dragging himself into the cockpit. He barely managed to have the ship enter hyperspace before darkness engulfed him from a mixture of pain, extreme exhaustion and his body trying to preserve itself. He woke up weeks later in a kolto tank his left leg removed to above the knee, the doctors unable to save the knee had felt it wiser to start the prosthetic higher. After months of rehabilitation and being given a cybernetic leg, Koren returned to the Jedi Temple on Coruscant where he received the rank of Jedi Knight.

Jedi Knight
For a short period of time Koren remained isolated from the order, spending most of his times in the gardens of the Jedi Temple. While his body had healed he felt that he needed to take the time to heal his mind, it was during one of his many meditations here where he stretched out and felt the connection of a plant. He had always seen the beauty in life, and the Force which was why he chose the field of study that he had. Though never before had he felt so close to plant life, testing the connection he felt that it thirsted for nutrients from the soil, water and sunlight to grow strong.

Over time he found that he could slowly manipulate the plant life, though to this day while he knows of masters who can have a plant envelop an enemy he himself is barely skilled enough to cause them to grow as rapidly. After this revelation he felt his connection to the Force had become stronger than ever, and that he was ready to take on whatever challenges faced him. He returned to his prior role in the temple, where he would help younglings and knights create lightsabers, both those of simple functionality and ornate designs. It was during one of these classes that he felt his second crystal call out to him, placing it on the table on front of him he entered a meditative stance. When he opened it he found his original lightsaber gone, and replaced with an ornate interlocking lightsaber. Confused he picked it up, as he had never wielded such a weapon.

He didn’t question it, after all being the will of the Force.It was a thing of beauty though he still couldn’t fathom why the Force had guided him to create such an object, so instead decided not to question it. Keeping both lightsabers on him at all times. As the war came towards the peace treaty Korens powers had grown to the point that his masters old friend, Worror asked him to forge his first holocron. Knowing how, but having never done it before Koren was slightly apprehensive, this is where he was when the Sith attacked.

Relations: (W.I.P)

• Xid Terrick - He first met Xid as a youngling. Helping him understand how to build a lightsaber, and understand the components and how they go together using the Force.
• Nazca - Nazca is a complicated case. Brought into the Jedi Order at an older age than most younglings were traditionally brought in. They met through meditative studies until later the council felt that Koren would be a good master for the struggling young Jedi. This was a recent decision and he hasn't had much time to work with her yet.
• Chachi Bane (dec) - Had Koren been awake at the time of his masters death, like most Jedi he would likely have felt it. Koren has nothing but undying respect for his former master, but does
  not feel sorrow at his death. Knowing that he has become one with the Force.
• Worror - Worror is a Jedi Historian, a good friend of Korens master Chachi but also has become a good friend of Koren. After Chachi was killed at Illum, while Koren was a Jedi Knight, Worror kept an eye on Koren and helped him whenever he needed it.
• Sish - Sish was the Sith that captured Koren during the sacking. He has obvious distaste for the Sith, but that said Koren isn't one to think anyone is above redemption.
• Likeable traits: He'll get along with anyone who, like him, has a strong sense of the right morals. Follows the code and accepts the Force for what it is, as an all powerful entity rather than just a tool. He disproves of those who will do whatever it takes to get the job done, as he feels that that is a slippery slope to the dark side. While he himself is not wanting to get in a relationship, he accepts that it makes some people whole and as long as the Jedi in question are able to remain true to the code then he has no problem with them.

Torture: Depending on the torture Koren will be able to endure, especially physical pain through the use of Crucitorn. This includes physical damage or damage through the use of other factors such as electricity and heat. That said as mentioned elsewhere cold temperatures can cause him to have an anxiety attack, which can have negative effects on his control. He's strong in his convictions which means mental torture (personal) won't be easy as he will keep his fears to himself and stay true to his beliefs. Despite this the typical Jedi honour of someone else being hurt will get to him, and wear him down. As mentioned above Cold Temperatures can unnerve him and with the right stimuli can result in an anxiety attack.

Limits: I'd like him not to die, but I'm willing to go with the flow and the story.

Aim: My aim for Koren is to have him act as a morale centre of the group. He has no problems with the Jedi Code and the place of the Jedi in the galaxy, nor does he have problems with the light side of the Force and the way everything flows from it in what he calls ‘the art of life’. He’s going to be the one to try and keep the Jedi focused on the light throughout their captivity, reminding them of the code and what they fight for. Even from the very start, with those who are more liberal in their interpretation of the Jedi Code.

Secrets:

The Lightsaber

The lightsaber, interlocking. Has several points.

1) It's symbolic of how unprepared he is in the war, hence his surprise and initial confusing at the weapon and not quite understanding that it's interlocking (initially). Having just went with the 'flow' of the Force in it's creation. It's a weapon of war, and he isn't a warrior.

2) It is also symbolic of his upcoming trial as a Jedi Knight with a Padawan. Two individuals who can become stronger as one.

[Fallenreaper]

Gm reporting!

[Sundered Echo]

The other GM is here.

That didn't take you long Sep... Its like you're eager to get back into it or something.

[Sep]

@Sundered Echo It's almost as if I had the sheet ready for the OOC or something.

[Rtron]

PLACE HOLDER TILL I GET HOME

[Sep]

@Rtron get a new sig and avatar scrub.

[EliteCommander]

Technical data

Name: Fa-Val-Kuul

Species: Tiss’shar

Age: 40

Gender: Female

Faction: Jedi Strike Team

Rank: Jedi Master

Master: N/A

Former master(s): Thanan Halis

Concerning you

You are on a mission. How did you dress for it? What else can you say about your looks?

I dress practically. I do not tend to wear Jedi robes on missions into enemy territory, Instead, I follow the customs of my own species and wear only tool belts or other harnesses to carry my equipment. In colder climates, I will wear a heated suit or vest. I am of of the Tiss’shar subspecies orl-ar:

orl-ar

, and have solid black eyes with a notably muscular build.

In order to confront the Sith, you need to be strong. Name one weakness or flaw you have identified but not neutralized.

Emotion and passion are my constant struggles. My nature is to be a predator. The instincts of a Tiss’shar are cold, calculating, and vicious, something that has shaped their entire society. It is not a unique position among Jedi, as there are many other species with similar instincts, but I did not settle to approach it in the same way. While others would seek to deny and suppress their more problematic instincts, I have accepted that they are a part of who I am. I chose to learn how to use my nature in the service of the light: a choice that has shaped my path as a Jedi. I am bold, direct, and, in combat, use controlled passion to deadly effect. However, to live in such a way requires me to maintain a constant balance between the peace afforded to me by my conscious mind, and the fury of my inner self. I am a loyal Jedi, but I know I cannot afford to err in controlling my passions. It is a constant struggle for balance within myself, which I do not believe I will ever neutralize.

Fighting Sith is not easy. How do you plan to use the Force for this?

Combat-wise, my force abilities are focused around augmenting my lightsaber combat and physical prowess. Telekinesis is a powerful and versatile tool in the arsenal of any Jedi, and I have trained to use it creatively and effectively. However, the most unique, and powerful, ability I possess is that of force body. I can use the force to essentially bypass the limitations my body places on itself to augment my physical abilities far beyond what is natural. I become faster, stronger, quicker thinking, and all around more effective. Unfortunately, those natural limitations are in place for a reason, and depending on how far I push myself, using this ability can cause harm to my body. Internal bleeding, snapped tendons, and broken bones are only a few of the injuries I can potentially give myself. As a consequence of this, I have also trained in the healing aspects of the force to rejuvenate my body as I destroy it. My use of the force requires that I maintain a balance between augmenting my abilities and mending my injuries. It is certainly possible for me to push myself beyond what my healing can handle.

Sure, you can use the Force… but what else can you do?

I am a Jedi Guardian, specialized as a Jedi Battlemaster. I have years of experience leading both soldiers and Jedi alike. As a predator, I have natural talents for tracking targets, which is further enhanced by training and experience. I have a particular attention for detail when observing a situation that has served me well for forming strategies.

Something got you to join this mission. What was it? What events shaped your life?

I was hatched on a remote agrarian colony in the outer rim, though I was not there long before my force sensitivity was discovered. It was something my parents were familiar with, as my brother before me had also had the same kind of sensitivity. As such, I was given to the Jedi Order before I could form permanent memories. Growing up, I was aware of my brother’s existence, but I never met him in person until I was an adult. Even now, we are not terribly close, as we both agree that such an attachment could be more dangerous than helpful.

At first, I did not stand out among my fellow initiates, and in some ways, I even lagged behind. I was somewhat impatient, and prone to outbursts of passion and anger. The peaceful, placid mindset which Jedi strove to achieve was simply not part of my nature, but that was hardly a unique problem among initiates. Some were of predator species like myself, while other younglings simply had fiery spirits. In any case, my instructors taught me techniques to keep myself calm. Or at least, calm enough to pass my initiate trials.
I eventually became a Padawan to a Human Jedi named Thanan Halis. He was a rather practical Jedi, and the one who set me on my current path to inner balance. For the first year or two, my abilities progressed decently, but I was still hindered by my natural passions and other inner conflicts. However, my master taught me not to wholly reject my nature, as it was a part of who I was. It was a part of my identity. Instead, I sought to bring my instincts into balance with my conscious mind, while preventing them from drawing me to the dark side. And over time, I learned how to use them to serve the light. It was no easy path, and I came close to falling more times than I would have liked, but in the end, I grew to have an understanding of the passions and emotions that had corrupted so many Jedi. And with that understanding, I could control them.

Being raised in the midst of a war, it was almost unavoidable that I would see combat during my training. Through the entire time that I was a Padawan, my missions brought me into battle, sometimes unintentionally. I of course had missions of a more peacekeeping nature, solving some of the more mundane problems afflicting the average Republic citizen, but those often just became interludes between the “real” missions, fighting the real threat. My master disliked war just as much as any other Jedi, but he knew that a Sith Empire was not a fate to which the galaxy could afford to be subjected. For my own part, I could not disagree. I had seen, through the course of my apprenticeship, what life was like in enemy territory. As a non-human myself, what I had witnessed struck me as horrible on a more personal level.

In terms of my combat skills, the war had shaped me into a warrior-Jedi, and with my master’s guidance, I attained enough inner balance to pass my Trials of Knighthood without any more difficulty as the average Jedi. But, the war was nowhere close to over, and it would continue to dominate my life. It was not a week after becoming a knight that I was back on the battlefield. I took on a Padawan myself after a while, but I never fully left the war.

As the years marched forward, I became a more effective Jedi Guardian, even as the Republic drew no closer to victory. Every struggle and defeat we faced pulled us farther back than our successes pushed us forward. I have saved many lives and killed or captured many of the Republic’s enemies over the course of my career. My skills with a lightsaber have been honed to a fine point, and my connection to the force has grown to the point to raise me to the upper ranks of the Jedi. After being captured, surviving Sith torture and interrogation, and eventually escaping, I was named to be a Master of the Jedi order. Later, during a battle that most would consider hopeless, I turned the tide into an unquestionable victory. Through clever strategy and martial prowess, I saved a battalion of exhausted, undersupplied, and beleaguered Republic soldiers from certain destruction, and nearly killed a Sith Lord in the process. For that, I was considered worthy to be named a Jedi Battlemaster. Despite all of those successes, the war still rages on, with the Republic seemingly in constant retreat. I know that much more will have to be done to protect the Republic so that is why I have chosen to lead this mission. I must never give up on the hope that the Republic can once again exist in peace.

What are you like, and what keeps you motivated?

The war which has shaped my life has elevated me to the heights of the Jedi Order, but all of those successes seem hollow when I can see that the threat of the Sith is still very present to every Republic citizen. When I recognize that all of my efforts have not been enough to stop an enslaving army of the Dark Side from pushing the Republic to the edge of collapse, I know that I have to push myself ever farther to finally bring peace to the galaxy. Like any Jedi, I want to protect the innocent, and I see the Sith as the primary enemy to that goal. I particularly want to ensure that the Republic’s non-humans never have to experience a life under the rule of the Sith. As for myself, I am not am not a common Jedi. I am more…practical, bold, and often blunt. I can respect those who can adhere strictly to all of the Order’s traditions, exactly as they are written, but I have seen too much of the galaxy to believe that is a realistic goal, or even a wise one. My own, internal struggle with my basic nature were not solved by traditional means, so I have experience with the flaws of those traditions. As such, I sometimes take more liberal interpretations of the Jedi code. In general, I maintain a calm exterior. I have been on the battlefield more than long enough to be comfortable being close to my soldiers, though I do not form long-term attachments. I can be friendly, kind, and even joking when the situation calls for it. However, when combat is upon me, I am like almost no other Jedi. I fight with controlled passion, so while my expression may be calm, my movements tend to be nothing short of ferocious.

How do you fight with lightsabers?

I have a great deal of training in lightsaber combat and am proficient in all officially recognized lightsaber forms, but I do have my own specialties. I wield a standard lightsaber, along with a lightsaber shoto. I may use one or both, depending on the situation. I am an aggressive fighter, and tend to focus on the form Juyo. It is, in several ways, a reflection of my own personality, as it requires the use of controlled passion. It channels the ferocity that it innate within me, but with focus, I can still maintain a calm conscious mind while using it. However, I, like any other master, do not restrict myself to the use of a single style. I am able to incorporate controlled passion into styles which do not traditionally make use of it. As one who frequently sees combat, I use Soresu for defense against blasters, Ataru and Jar’kai to take advantage of my agility with dual blades, and elements of telekinetic combat from Niman. In difficult situations, I have even found methods of incorporating surprisingly aggressive counterattacks into the traditionally very defensive form of Makashi. I have become accustomed to tying elements of different styles together in combat, and switching between them rapidly to remain unpredictable in combat.

One of the more unique aspects of my combat style is how I integrate thrown lightsabers into my personal style. I can of course throw them in the traditional way, but I have also practiced fine control of how I can manipulate them in the air. My shoto is a particularly agile weapon, so I can make quick, telekinetic swings that can surprise my foes.

How do you relate to the other characters?

Republic Special Forces lieutenant Vebra Mirthios has served alongside the battalion I commanded on many occasions for years. I know him personally, and am confident enough in his and his squad’s abilities that I recommended him for this mission.

Out of Character

How powerful is (s)he in the Force?

Fa-Val-Kuul is a Jedi master, so all of her core force abilities are appropriately powerful.

Fa is capable of particularly potent and creative applications of telekinesis. She is talented in its standard applications, such as push, pull, jump, and telekinetic movement, but she can also telekinetically manipulate her lightsaber precisely and gracefully in combat. More than standard lightsaber throws, she has integrated the telekinetic movement of her lightsabers into her personal combat style. In addition, Fa is capable of using force wave to create a telekinetic blast of energy.

Force body is Fa’s most effective ability for enhancing her abilities with a lightsaber. She is able to bypass the natural limitations of her body to greatly increase her strength, speed, and reactions. It can allow her to perform great physical feats, but the farther she pushes herself, the more of a risk there is that this ability can cause her to physically injure herself.

As a consequence of Fa’s use of force body, she has trained herself in force healing to counteract her self-inflicted injuries. She can heal many common bodily injuries in a short time, but her healing does have its limits, and she can certainly push herself farther than her healing can handle with force body.

Force speed is another option Fa has to enhance her physical combat abilities, which she often uses before force body, since its physical side effects are not as severe. In some situations, she will use force speed in conjunction with force body to reach truly exceptional speeds.

Force valor allows Fa to enhance the resolve, accuracy, and speed of herself and her allies. The effect is noticeable if she is actively engaged in the fight, but can become more pronounced if she is truly focused on it.

To deal with more powerful Sith, Fa is practiced in Tutaminis, and is capable of absorbing a strong lightning attack.

Because of her style of fighting, Fa has intimate knowledge of many aspects of pain. Force body tears at her physical form, while her healing mends it back together. The process is, understandably, rather painful, so she has practiced in the technique of Crucitorn. Due to her deep understanding of pain, she can diminish the feeling of pain within herself or others, or amplify it in the body of a foe.

Tapas has been a crucial force technique to allow Fa to operate with the same effectiveness as her fellow Jedi and soldiers. As a Tiss’shar, she is naturally a cold-blooded being, unable to regulate her own body temperature. As such, she uses the force to keep herself warm in cold environments.

List of powers:
All core force abilities at a level fitting of a master
Telekinesis
Force Body
Force Healing
Force Speed
Throw Lightsaber
Force Wave
Force Valor
Tutaminis
Crucitorn
Tapas

Has your character encountered members of the other factions before?

Fa has encountered the Sith Lord Sish. During the battle which caused her to be elevated to the rank of Battlemaster, she dueled the Trandoshan, and wounded him severely. Unfortunately, she was not able to kill him during the battle, so he survived to continue serving the Sith’s Empire.

Your character can’t know his/her every weakness or flaw. Which ones were missing above?

Fa is dedicated fully to her mission to eliminate Nyiss. Capture is not her intent, but neither is rescue. She does not currently know of the Jedi prisoners that Nyiss’ forces will be holding, but they will not change her mission. She is certainly willing to rescue them if possible, but her willingness to make sacrifices in order to eliminate Nyiss could bring her into conflict with other Jedi with different priorities.

Fa’s own failures, or rather, the inadequacy of her successes, have begun to weigh on her mind. She is well-trained enough to control her passions, but she has felt some frustration at the fact that, no matter what she does, the Republic is still no closer to winning the war. She is prone to feeling a sense of futility, particularly after personal successes that have no real meaning. In can increase her resolve to accomplish her goal, but also make her more prone to take unnecessary risks.

The Dark Side. How well does your character resist it?

Fa is a Jedi Master, and not one who would easily fall prey to dark temptations. She has gained resistance to the dark side through familiarity with passion and emotions which can lead to it. She can easily recognize the warning signs that her emotions are going too far and prevent herself from being overwhelmed by them. Though, she is not without weakness. The dark side is unlikely to consume her by surprise, but she does regularly open herself up to temptation.

Do you have any limits as to what is “ok” to happen to your character?

There is something about dismemberment, particularly of the tail, that does not sit well with me. I don’t even understand why.

Do the ends justify the means?

For Fa, the ends justify the means to an extent. She is wholly dedicated to her goal, but there are some actions she still will not take. She is a Jedi and will not execute unarmed opponents, nor will she do anything that will bring direct harm to an innocent. However, she would be willing to sacrifice lives through inaction by focusing her efforts on Nyiss, instead of rescuing prisoners.

Captivity. Do you want him/her to potentially be captured?

It could be a way of mixing things up at some point in the story, but I do not think I would particularly enjoy being captive for an extended duration.

What do you think your character is doing in a few IC months?

For as long as Nyiss is alive, Fa will be leading the strike team against her.

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Checking in!
I'll get my CSes up as soon as I finish them... lol

Glad this is finally back!

[Demonic Angel]

Prisoner-Talon Soule

Technical data

Name: My name is Talon Soule.
Species: I'm an Amaran.
Age: I'm sixteen years old.
Gender: I'm a female.
Faction: I am a part of the Jedi Order.
Rank: I'm a Padawan.
Master: Currently I have no master.
Former master(s): He was killed outside the temple during the sacking at the Jedi Temple. His name was Ceros Spiralfall.
Time/location of capture: Inside the Jedi Temple located on Coruscant during the Sacking.

Concerning you

As a prisoner, your wardrobe is limited. When you were captured, how do you look and what clothes do you have on now?

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I was wearing a pair of trousers, shirt which I use once in awhile, and a vest. I have an earring in my right ear. My height is about waist high and I also wear gloves that have the figures cut off just to keep a connection with my former life. My Jedi robe is dark brown but I never really wear the thing unless I get too cold.

You got captured. Did you make any mistakes that led to this, or were others at fault?

To be honest I would like to say that it was the temple's fault yet for some strange reason my constance will not allow me. I can't place the blame upon my deceased Master, yet I can't help be feel as if there should be blame placed upon someone's shoulders. I was half to blame since I had tried to make the man proud ever since we were matched granted a Jedi Master technically aren't allowed to become too close with their Padawans. Maybe this is my punishment for my former life or even a punishment for ever living. The fault was mine in a way. I was upset about going to the temple for a new mission since we had been working for a while without any breaks and I guess I had distracted him because when that one familiar With appeared my master told me to run to the temple and help evacuate the younglings. I went to refuse only to be pushed forward as the Sith attacked which left me no choice but to do as I was told. For some unknown reason I decided to look back just in time to see my master killed in front of my eyes.

When I was inside the temple I force myself to focus and do as I was told. What I didn't know was that there was Sith inside our temple. Needless to say I was founded and eventually caught by one while trying to give her something to chase instead of younglings to take or hurt. Not one of my finest moments granted but it worked.

The Force is your ally. How do you use it?

Force Speed, telekinesis throw, force sight, force sense, precognition, mind trick, force jump, tutaminis, and Telekinetic defence. These are the skill in know but I'm not very good with them since I'm not the type for meditation and things such as that. It's not that I don't want to more like I have to be in constant movement or else it will feel as if I might go insane from sitting around on the floor for too long.

Having the Force did not keep you safe. What other skills can help you escape?

My master was an Investigator so I learned to research my target quickly and efficiently. I was also taught about forensic and detective skills to help identify the criminal behind the crime. The hardest thing I had to learn was how to survive inside a unexpected scenario such as an ambush from our enemies or another event happening at the same time. As a thief I know how to steal in order to fill a job order or obtain what I need in order to jump an obstacle in my path. The pickpocket skill will come in handy when a Sith with a key cames walking by and doesn't notice a thing as you take what you need. Slicing comes in handy if you have to hack a door open in order to gain entry to an off limits spot or break out of a prison cell.

What was your life like before you got captured? Which major events shaped your life?

My life before the Jedi was rather difficult. I learned the skills to survive and once the Jedi found me I never really looked back. Mainly due to many bad choices that had gotten a few friends killed on jobs. Another reason is because I don't truly feel the need to look back into the past or ponder on what I could have done differently as well as the positive outcomes. Then again I grew up in a very different place than any other Jedi had. So if you would still like to know then let us go back through my memories and find out where everything fell apart.

I heard from the people who raised me that my parents were beast tamers. From what it sounded like they were one of the best who always stopped by Nar Shaddaa to sell their product. My mother gave birth to me on one of these runs. It's funny how a joyful moment can be swiped away from an infant especially when your parents had done nothing wrong yet the people who took their lives seemed to deem it necessary. After that happened I was raised by the local thieves. They tried their best to show me love but even they didn't truly know how to show someone like me this affection. So the group decided to teach me something better that even my kind would thrive at. The wonderful life of a thief.

I was about five when I was first taught to pickpocket though in the beginning stages I was just the cute decoy while someone from our group looted the person clean. I thought it was just all fun and games at the time until I was told to pick my very first pocket at the age of five and a half. I remember my heart racing as they slowly pushed me toward a man in the streets. I could tell by the scent he wasn't from our moon but the dead giveaway was how finely dressed he was making the perfect target to steal from. My paws become sweaty and my heart felt like it was about to explode out of my chest as a hand reached up to grasp the very first coin. As my paw felt around for his wallet, only to feel it slowly shifting underneath my claw at first then traveling up into my palm, just as the man moved forward to pass by a what could have been a witness. The adrenalin rush I felt that moment made me feel so good that I continued to do the act. By seven it became to come naturally, as if it was embedded in my instincts, which was about the same time I learned another thieving trick.

I remember walking around with nothing to do while my family went to gather information on another job before seeing something leaning over the door as if they were telling someone a secret. I didn't know that I was slowly inching forward until the person nearly jumped out of their skin thinking I was law enforcement. I was told to go away and forget I saw but my curious nature seemed to kicked in because the next thing I knew my body shifted to the right for a better look. The girl yelled a couple more times before finally stop all together. She was slowly slicing the secretary system, though at the time I had no clue what was going on, just that the system was shut down. She went inside them come out with something inside her hands with a smile upon her lips. The next day the young woman was doing the same thing which caught my attention. I slowly and quietly walked behind her and just watched, only to scare the woman half to death when she finished.

After a while I was able to earn the woman's trust which helped me gain a new skill though I wasn't any good at it. I mainly stuck to the skill I was best at, granted that each time I tried setting my goal higher which was a risk in itself, but we would have thought that I would meet a real life Jedi during my job hours. He was just a man with a dark brown robe with something clipped to his belt. By the time my paws grabbed onto the metal the guy had grabbed the scruff of my shirt in order to keep me still. His eyes narrowed down at me, as if he knew something about me that I didn't know myself, he mentioned about me being force sensitive and that I needed to go with him. My hand slashed upward as I screamed at the top of my lungs forcing the man's grip to loosen allowing me to escape. After that the guy seemed to follow me everywhere even when I was sure that there was no way that the Jedi would follow. Eventually I stopped long enough to ask the stranger what he wanted only to get an exciting and upsetting answer.

I was tempted to go yet in a way I wasn't happy about it. New places to steal from would help strengthen my skills but a new place meant somewhere far and unfamiliar. Yes, I wanted out of this place but at the same time I knew that it would be harder to learn a brand new way of doing things. Something in which I honestly wasn't looking forward to in my life span but then again I was curious to see different places for a change of scenery. I asked if there was another way only to be turned down. I remember trying to run away and stay away only for our game of chase to continue until I finally agreed to the arrangement. I lead the Jedi home and explained everything to my group only to be shut out, leaving me nothing to come back to but a broken heart. We went to his ship after a gather what little I owned and took off. I knew I was leaving everything I knew behind but at that moment my feelings were to run away and never look back.

When we arrived at the temple I felt excited as well as betrayed by those who raised me but then again there was no honor among thieves so in a way it was to be expected. As we walked I observed which Jedi would most likely be the easiest to steal from and the ones who would be the hardest to get close enough to. When I was told to stay while he talked to some people my ears would shift to from side to side, as if to be used as I was signalling someone, but in reality it was showing where my interest was at the moment. When the man come back he wasn't alone. A woman followed close behind him after which made me very nervous about what would be down with me. After some whispering they had finally came to a decision that I would stay at the temple and train to become a possible Jedi. The training was hard and I felt sick going against what I was taught to believe in but eventually I had slowly seen that the ideas of both teachings were similar in many ways but the methods were completely different. When it was time for the trails I knew that I was ready to show off what I had learned so when I was happy and proud of myself yet I was also rather curious to what my life would be like now.

The master that was assigned to me was an Investigator named Ceros Spiralfall. He was a kind man who helped me become better at slicing granted we didn't always get along at times. I was a stubborn kid who was mainly set in their ways and the man was the teacher trying to turn my head towards his ways. I think this was the reason we ended up getting along most of the time or maybe it was because I just wanted to make him proud like a child would for their father yet I could tell there was a rather large amount of distance between us. That all changed on my very first mission as a Padawan. The information was either falsified or it could have been human error yet the Sith was able to fool us rather well and easily lead us into an ambush. It was supposed to be a simple supply line, nothing too big and nothing too small, but when we got there we have walked right into an ambush. Yeah supply lines are sometimes guarded but the Jedi knew something wasn't since it was more heavily than the ones than the ones we recently ran into. We continued forward slowly not knowing we were running into an ambush until the last second. During the battle I felt the adrenaline pumping through my veins which helped keep me focused. But after the battle was the hardest part since what we assumed was said supply line turned out to be a slave center, showing the real evil in this world, as my heart became heavy my master took me aside and told me examples of the good still imprinted in this world. I believe this was when we started drifting closer and as we worked together our bond seemed to grow. Before the Sacking we were going to obtain information on our next mission though neither of us expected to run into Sith.

How do you keep yourself calm in captivity? How do you keep your will to escape strong?

I do a lot of things to keep calm since I am not able to stay still for long periods of time. I gather information on where major supply areas are for the Sith. Another is just doing physical exercise while meditating such as sparing, push ups, sit ups, and walking around the cell. I also keep my thieving skills sharp by stealing from other prisoners and the Sith that come by. Lastly I like to cause trouble to show these guys I'm not afraid of them in the least bit grant most times I'm caught. Will is another story. To keep my will up I help others escape this place with messages to the Jedi of the places they need to hit.

How well do you hold up under pressure? Do you have a high pain threshold?

I think of other things while under pressure granted that it's very hard most times. If that doesn't work I think of the pain that the Sith inflicted on me and how I'm saving others from the same fate. The pain threshold is something I know I can hold considering how many that back home people would do one of three things.
Beat you to a pulp, cut you up, or kill you one sight. The order of the actions didn't matter more than who you had made mad or in some cases who you had stolen from and how much they wanted to teach you a lesson.

Lightsabers. Though you lost yours, it would be good to know what style(s) you use.

There wasn't many styles that really fit me due to my height. I had a yellow colored Lightsaber shoto. For the fighting style I use Ataru.

Have you encountered other prisoners or Sith in the past?

(Echo told me not to worry about this part)

Out of Character

How powerful is (s)he in the Force?

Talon is fairly well with the basics yet she lacks in keeping the Force up to date. The constant movement helps her relax and focus instead of the Jedi's normal methods which makes the girl rather unique. She's aware that being in prison has slowly taken her skills in the Force to lower over time so instead of just sitting around and meditating the way the teenager does it is doing physical exercise while meditating.

Has your character encountered members of the Strike Team / Rescuers before?

Not that I am aware of.

Nobody with any sort of wisdom wants to speak of their flaws. Especially not to their enemies, so what are your character’s flaws?

Talon is rather addicted to the rush of adrenaline pumping through her veins. This is mainly because of her life as a criminal well and being in constant danger while living on Nar Shaddaa. Often times the teenager will lie in order to hide her feelings towards others yet her tail and ears can shed light to one single emotion that can be seen. When frightened the young woman's ears fold back towards her head and her tail wraps around the owner's waist granted the natural fluffiness makes it look rather strange when one sees it. Talon tends to revert back to her old ways of causing trouble and using old skills just to keep them sharp as well as messing with any Sith inside the cell blocks.

Is your character any good at holding out against torture?

I want to said that she can handle hours of torture and still wouldn't break no matter what but I really can't say that. I wouldn't go as fair to say that there is no ways and could ever handle handle the cruel actions of the Sith because of where my fox was born and her jod. I can however say that it would be an average amount. Personally I'm hoping to make it to where the girl proves to be a challenge considering that amount of pain she can handle.

What is your character’s personality like? What motivates him/her?

Talon doesn't show her emotions through words or at least fully. She can tell a good lie, just like any other criminal who lived on Nar Shaddaa, but her features will tell the truth. The corner of the teenager’s mouth will twitch, those with the keenest of eyes can can see it right away, that's not easy to see. The young woman needs to know everything about people mainly because of learning under an investigator Jedi. She's very anti-group work but will suck up her feelings about to and work together with others.

What motivates Talon is the thought of helping people. Yes, she tends to go back to her old ways but she does it trying to use them for good. In a way the girl is like a very cheesy super hero with a terrible origin story. She's willing to learn new ways in order to help with her goals even while staying in the prisons and with a huge chance of dying a horrible death by the Sith.

Do you have any limits as to what is “ok” to happen to your character?

I would have to say that the only true limitation to what happens to my character are her tail getting cut off. I understand that there are going to be characters that die which I don't mind making another character from scratch. There are some things I prefer not to happen but in my mind set it's like asking players to not leave an everlasting impression on my character. I want the players to become creative in the writing and allow me to enhance my own since my character's don't react as well as they should in dangerous scenarios. Not to mention I love being evil to my own characters.

Do you want your character to escape?

Eventually I would like Talon to escape but not right away. Mainly because I want obtain as much information as she can in order to help the Jedi rescue teams and strikers. I also want the girl to continue her former Master's work and destroy their supply chains to at least slow them down. Yet in a way I would also like for her to learn new skills from a different Jedi in a different position to help the young woman see a new point of view in a Jedi's life.

How easily do you wish to be captured?

Since Talon is going to be captured by Jewel it's most likely going to an easy capture. As the player I would like my character to have her captor go on a run because of a harder moving target and not to mention the adrenaline rush. So for I made my girl love getting into dangerous situations just for thrills so I would like to keep it that way IC. Yet I also want the teenager to play hit and run just to tick the Sith off.

What do you think your character is doing in a few IC months?

My character would be gather information on the Sith and other prisoners. Picking out who can be trusted, who wants to escape, who might be lined with the enemy, and things such as that. After she's gathered all the information she can then comes the hard part. The teenager would write it out before helping some prisoners escape, giving the item to one specific person or in some cases dividing each message into pieces, allowing the Jedi to strike the Sith where it hurts.

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[Dblade26]

My Hider

Technical data

Name: Khan Sainen

Species: Echani

Age: 14

Gender: Male

Faction: Jedi Order

Rank: Padawan

Master: Denso Halsa

Former master(s): N/A

Time/location of capture: TBD

Concerning you

As a prisoner, your wardrobe is limited. When you were captured, how do you look and what clothes do you have on now?

I was wearing my Jedi armor when captured, a well-maintained set despite around a few months of wear-and-tear. It is similar to a Republic trooper’s armor but lighter in design and sized for someone of my youth and smaller stature. I’ve been told I look much the same as most other Echani males of my age, meaning I am porcelain-white skinned, have silver eyes and silver hair with facial features nearly identical to other similarly aged male individuals. My frame is slight and perhaps short but in an athletic way, with muscles well-defined by rigorous daily training. Aside from my height, the main difference between myself and most other Echani adolescents as most other species would perceive them is that my hair is cut short and worn with a Padawan braid.

As Echani tend to think of appearance, my stance is normally considerably light-footed and confident for a male of my age, with movements that are naturally precise without feeling calculated or restrained, though due to my time among Non-Echani I’ve become occasionally prone to fits of embarrassingly energetic exaggeration and overreach in my motions and expressions.

You got captured. Did you make any mistakes that led to this, or were others at fault?

TBD

The Force is your ally. How do you use it?

Like my Master I mainly focus on those aspects of the Force that benefit me physically. Force Speed and Force Jump are especially well-suited to my build and previous experiences, but all of the Force abilities that augment physical ability are a heavy focus of my training as are my lightsaber skills.

Aside from Force powers that affect my physical abilities, I'm technically trained to acceptable levels in all of what would be considered the 'basic' abilities for a Padawan. Mind Trick is my weakest out of the basic Force abilities and I have to really concentrate in order to use it. I don't have a great deal of raw strength with Telekinesis, but I tend to be precise when I do use it. I've developed my precognition to a high degree due to my brief but intense time on battlefields, personal interest and something of a cultural aptitude towards turning subtle cues and feelings into predictions.

As far as any less-than-typical skills, my most notable is Animal Empathy/Control. It is a skill that I’ve practiced since early on in my life as an Initiate and at which some might consider me inordinately skilled at relative to my age and rank. I'm generally equally skilled at using it on all types of animals regardless of type. However I have a very slight edge with predators and larger animals considering I...may have studied them a bit more since they're 'cool'. I also have a decent amount of skill at Tapas, mostly after using it to spend long hours outside studying animals on the Ice planet of Arkania.

In order to help me deal with the rigors of the battlefield My Master has also begun to try and teach me Crucitorn. At least, that was the reason he gave me for my learning such an unusual skill. I suspect that in addition to its use in fighting through pain he may have been concerned about the possibility of our being captured and tortured. Unfortunately I haven’t really learned enough to apply the ability myself.

Having the Force did not keep you safe. What other skills can help you escape?

Martial Arts-Like all Echani, I have been trained in our armed and unarmed martial arts, though unlike most my mother’s high rank in our military meant I received more intense training than the vast majority of Echani from an extremely young age, to the extent that it was often said that I learned to talk several years late out of preference for purer forms of communication. Though I’m hardly a master by the high standards of the Echani I would likely be considered competent given my circumstances, or unusually skilled by the standards the wider galaxy would use to judge a 14-year-old boy.

Body Language Reading-In a related vein I am excellent at reading body-language, as expected of someone from a culture that believes it to be part of the purest forms of communication. My skill at this surpasses even most other Echani, at least where reading other species is concerned.

Memorization- Whether it’s a result of my training or just a natural ability I have excellent visual and physical memory, making me a quick study for physical skills and good at recalling visual or biomechanical details.

Tactical Skills-Last but not least under both my mother and my Master I’ve studied tactics and short term command strategies. These range from personal combat up through full campaigns and though I’m hardly more than a beginner at the latter I share the Echani cultural talent for rapidly analyzing combat situations.

Hobbies-As more of a hobby I have at least basic academic knowledge of numerous animal species throughout the Galaxy and can draw things that I’ve seen or conceptualized fairly well.

What was your life like before you got captured? Which major events shaped your life?

My mother is a prominent general in the Echani military, reporting directly to the Echani Command. I am her only child as far as I know though I haven’t seen her since I left for the Order. I never knew my father and various soldiers under my mother’s command generally filled in for him in my early life. I am sure looking back on life now that having only one child and a son at that must have been greatly disappointing for my mother, there would be no one to carry on our family name or lineage, no hope for our branch of the Clan to sit on one of the six seats of the Command in the future. She was determined that I would gain fame through the one place where even males could prove their worth: the battlefield. She took rather extreme measures to ensure I would be a warrior and soldier whose name would live on generations after me in spite of my gender, because of which I was barely allowed to communicate in any way other than through the use of body language and body reading up until I was three years old.

From the time I was physically capable of beginning the training my days were spent trying to achieve mastery of the Echani martial arts and from the time I rose in the morning to greet my mother and instructors until I went to bed at night I was constantly drilled through forms, rituals, mock battles and sparring sessions. Even what passed for caretakers and playmates in my life engaged in combat of one form or another with me, though most of those were soldiers that had served under my mother and there were few if any people in my life around my own age. Despite the seeming strictness for a such a young child I can remember being quite happy with my life and my education was certainly more extensive than most other young Echani.

All of that changed for me thanks to one chance encounter with a jedi. Well, actually two encounters and the second was on purpose. I didn’t know why the Jedi came to our home, only that I had heard stories of his order’s legendary combat prowess and mysterious abilities. I was extremely curious so naturally I decided to learn more about him in the most common sense, polite and logical way possible: I ambushed him and tried to fight him.

As it turned out it was the Jedi that learned about me, because during my attempts at fighting him I unknowingly revealed latent abilities with the Force. My mother's reaction when she learned of the incident was a mix of surprise, sorrow and pride in me. Though I could tell it pained her terribly she didn't hesitate for an instant when the Jedi in question insisted I accompany him to the Arkanian Praxeum to become an Initiate. I still can't imagine what it must have cost her to give up her only child. To an Echani family and legacy are everything, but she took me aside and told me with certainty in her stance that my duty from then on was to become the best Jedi possible.

I found my early training to be exciting, frustrating and at times lonely. There were other Echani on Arkania and my first instructors were Echani. But I had been raised for battle prowess and tactical acumen in relative isolation. Even among fellow Echani I was lacking in verbal communication skills and social graces. It took time to get me up to speed in that regard, as well as mastering the proper etiquette regarding when it was appropriate to fight those around me. But soon after had I gotten comfortable again I was reassigned to go among alien races.

Looking back on it now, I see that it was wise not to let me spend too much time among my own kind but at the time I felt lost and confused among races whose body languages were alien to me. I first began drawing as a means of dealing with that confusion, replicating body posturing, stances and faces from memory at the end of the day as an aid to memorizing other species’ subtle emotional cues. My first non-Echani teacher was a Zabrak and instrumental in helping me realize I could still read non-Echani body language as well as encouraging my art. As I grew more confident in my understanding, art progressed to be more of a hobby.

However the main thing I found solace in during those early days was lightsaber training. The basics of Shii-Cho came easily enough and I when it was time to study an advanced form Makashi seemed almost the obvious choice for me with its’ ancestral relationship to the types of swordplay I’d begun studying in my old life. The form's emphasis on dueling and its philosophies on predicting enemy movement and responding with grace, precision and economy of movement came naturally to me. In fact I studied the form and lightsaber combat obsessively, losing myself in training and spending as much free time as I was allowed to use practicing and sparring with either instructors or training droids when they weren’t available.

I might’ve stayed like that, interested in nothing but fighting and probably unable to pass my initiate trials. But one of my mentors at the Praxeum pointed out that some of the movements and ideas involved in the lightsaber took inspiration from animals. Although I may never be sure if it was intentional, my resulting attempts to study the local fauna were what first opened me up to my talent for animal empathy and control. It was a beginning, but eventually it was enough to get me interested in less physical aspects of the Force.

When the time for my initiate trials came, I was ready or at least I thought I was. The Trial of Skill was the easiest for me by this point, my obsession with lightsabers extended even to details of their construction. The trial of Wisdom would have been the hardest for me, not because I didn't accept and understand the code in abstract but because even now I struggle to memorize non-physical and non-visual information by heart and typically find such tasks boring. But after I was pried away from my fighting obsession I had focused extra attention on the difficult task and been taught to associate each portion of the code with a slight hand or finger movement to aid my memorization.

My trial of Insight was the most difficult of all, though it may seem simple to others. I was blindfolded and led into a room, where I listened to two miners argue over who had cheated whom out of a bonus from their company after their dangerous work in the mines. Without the ability to read their body language for truth I had only my other senses, my mind and the Force. I agonized over the choice for what seemed like ages feeling more helpless than ever. In the end my choice must have been in some way right, because I passed the third trial and became a Padawan.

Around four months ago I met my Master, a Kiffar named Denso Halsa. Though it was hardly how my mother expected all those years ago, thanks to him I found my way onto the battlefield after all.

How do you keep yourself calm in captivity? How do you keep your will to escape strong?

When I can I meditate, whether it’s the passive meditation I’ve learned as a Jedi or the active meditation of the Echani forms I learned as a small child. I also busy my mind learning as much as I can about the new environment we’re in even if it is a prison, not only out of curiosity but also in order to try and plan an escape. At least somewhat I look to my Master for reassurance, though my pride as an Echani and my faith as a Jedi and in the force keep me strong as well.

How well do you hold up under pressure? Do you have a high pain threshold?

I have a higher pain threshold than most youths my age on average and I've been trained to handle high pressure situations for as long as I can remember, in addition almost all of my admittedly short experience as a fully fledged Padawan have been spent in frontline battlefield situations. However...I will grudgingly admit that compared to some, I'm relatively untested and although I'm more familiar with pain than some I've never experienced torture.

Lightsabers. Though you lost yours, it would be good to know what style(s) you use.

Recently, I’ve taken up Ataru under my Master’s instruction and become fairly proficient in its use on the battlefield especially against blaster wielding opponents. My main focus is taking advantage of the increased mobility in order to evade blaster fire, maneuver through my environment and perform crowd control against enemy soldiers. The acrobatics and focus on refining the use of the body meshes well with my Echani training. But where I really excel is Makashi.

My own extensive capabilities with body language reading, tactical thinking and analysis along with the dexterity and precise muscle control I was made to develop since early childhood have made me naturally gifted with the form. It was the first I learned after the very basics of lightsaber combat. When facing a lightsaber-wielding opponent I may probe their defenses with Ataru or use its’ movements to reposition myself for advantage but otherwise I tend to switch to Makashi for duels. As part of its philosophy of not relying on predictable forms and patterns I occasionally incorporate unarmed Echani techniques and techniques inspired by animals into my dueling style, though the latter tends to involve Ataru as well.

More recently I’ve even been trying to correct for some of the weaknesses of the form. Mostly this involves practicing against my Master’s dual bladed style to try and simulate fighting multiple opponents at speed. I've also tried as matching myself against his more limited use of Djem So to develop compensation for Form II's weakness against powerful strikes. I've been attempting to create a hybrid style incorporating Ataru’s maneuverability and speed with Makashi’s attitudes and economy of motion and energy, but so far I've had little success. Out of additional personal interest I’ve also started studying my Master’s Jar’kai, mainly the Ataru-based variant so as not to spread myself too thinly, though so far I mainly stick to one blade.

Have you encountered other prisoners or Sith in the past?

The only person among these groups I've met is my Master Denso Halsa.

Out of Character

How powerful is (s)he in the Force?

Khan is still young and has barely begun to realize his potential in the Force but could become fairly powerful given time to grow into his gifts.

Has your character encountered members of the Strike Team / Rescuers before?

TBA

Nobody with any sort of wisdom wants to speak of their flaws. Especially not to their enemies, so what are your character’s flaws?

Though still possessed of an Echani’s outward emotional reserve and therefore seemingly more mature than other teens/children his age at some times, Khan is often rash and impetuous and almost always eager to fight, his natural aptitude for it and occasional lack of restraint being one of his biggest weaknesses. Other than that he still has trouble learning non-physical things and things that fall outside of his pre-existing interests and gets bored easily in general. After an early lifetime of having it stamped into his mind he also still has trouble remembering that most species don't express themselves through body language and combat and if he gets too stressed, upset, too excited or else wants to express himself to people he's close to he sometimes falls back on it.

Given the environment in which he's been raised and his Master's influence, at times he also has trouble distinguishing from his responsibilities and nature as a Jedi vs his role as a soldier as well.

Is your character any good at holding out against torture?

Khan might be considered slightly tougher than would be expected for a Padawan of his age and has a fairly high pain tolerance along with his Echani and Jedi training. That said he’s never been tortured before and is hardly the seemingly unbreakable figure his Master is.

Do you have any limits as to what is “ok” to happen to your character?

As long as it’s run by me first it should be fine.

Do you want your character to escape?

If circumstances and the course of the plot and my own actions allow my character to escape then yes, but I don’t need or expect any certain escape. So a maybe is fine.

how easily do you wish to be captured?

Like with the escape I’d prefer it to depend on my in character actions and circumstances.

What do you think your character is doing in a few IC months?

Provided they both survive the experience and escape, I'd suppose Khan would be serving alongside his master and completing his training almost as normal, though hopefully a little wiser for the experience. If not, he'll either be significantly more scarred and short one Master, or on track to becoming a Sith scary enough to deserve the name Khan XD

Does your character have any secrets useful for the GMs’ plots?

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Denso Halsa

Denso Halsa

Species: Kiffar
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Faction: Jedi Order
Rank: Jedi Knight
Master: N/A
Former master(s): Jedi Master Otunzo Ze
Time/location of capture: During the Sacking of the Temple on Coruscant

Concerning you

As a prisoner, your wardrobe is limited. When you were captured, how do you look and what clothes do you have on now?

I was captured at the Temple during the Sacking. I was wearing my Jedi armor. I had worn it for many battles, it is similar to a Republic trooper’s but lighter in its design. My most noticeable features are the tattoos on my face, they signify me as a member of clan Halsa back on my homeworld. I have since severed connection with my pre Jedi life, but the tattoos are a nice reminder of where I’m from. My hair is black and long, it is shoulder length and braided. My skin is a tan shade and my eyes are brown. I stand 6’2, my frame muscular and athletic from years of constant physical activity.

You got captured. Did you make any mistakes that led to this, or were others at fault?

(TBA)

The Force is your ally. How do you use it?

I am capable with the Force, I know the basic Jedi powers such as mind trickery and telekinesis. I was one of the few Kiffar that were born with the natural ability of Psychomentry. It is an incredibly useful power, but a potentially dangerous one if used upon dead bodies. This is something I refuse to do. I am also trained in Crucitorn. I know how to use the Force to stun my enemies, a helpful ability on the battlefield in particular. My ability with the Force is not as strong as other Jedi Knights that focused on it, I put much of my practice into martial combat with lightsabers.

Having the Force did not keep you safe. What other skills can help you escape?

I’m a talented commander, years of fighting on the frontlines earned me the respect of the soldiers serving with me. I’m very capable at creating battle plans, even on the fly. Setting up an ambush, creating a diversion, just some of the tactics I know well. I also have a sharp eye for detail, able to remember the smallest details. It is difficult to catch me off guard. I’m a talented tracker, my natural psychometry aiding greatly with that. I can follow a person’s trail for miles. I also know how to use a blaster, though I’m nothing more than an average shot.

What was your life like before you got captured? Which major events shaped your life?

I was born on the Kiffar homeworld of Kiffu located in the outermost reaches out of the Outer Rim. I was a member of Clan Halsa, we were a small clan compared to many of the others, but tight knit. My natural psychometric powers got me notice, about one in one hundred Kiffar are born able to use the power. I was five years old when a Jedi had came to my homeworld. They took notice of my sensitivity to the Force, and spoke to my clan's elders about turning me into a Jedi. After some persuading, the elders agreed for me to go with the Jedi. I was then brought offworld to the Jedi Temple on Alaris Prime.

The journey there and my arrival was not something I enjoyed. During my life on Kiffu I had not seen many off worlders, the few that I had seen were simple merchants, people I never interacted with. The Jedi that took me off his homeworld was the first non Kiffar I had ever spoken to. Another thing that I did not enjoy was the change from my arid, almost boring homeworld to the bustling jungle covered Alaris Prime. Though in time I would become used to it, even come to enjoy it. The world was teeming with fascinating, sometimes dangerous wildlife. In my free time on the world I would often track some of the most intriguing creatures and just watch them from the trees. There was a peacefulness to the nature of the world.

After the initial shock of the new world my training began. My people had encountered Jedi before, told tales of them visiting our homeworld. I had never seen one with my own eyes. I was scared at first, but felt I needed to become one as I had already left my homeworld, to return now would mark me as a coward and bring disgrace to my clan. So, I began my training as a Jedi. Once I reached the appropriate age, I was apprenticed to a Togrutan Knight, Otunzo Ze. Otunzo was a skilled swordsman, one of the best knights that was trained in Jar’Kai, a form that harnessed the use of dual lightsabers. His master taught him this form, and it would become the one I trained in the hardest myself.

The war called and I entered it, guided by Master Otunzo. My master and I were given commanding roles on the frontlines, which is where I would find myself most at home on the battlefield. Alongside dozens of soldiers fighting at the front, no real glory to be made. That wasn’t what I wanted anyway; the unity was what I liked the most. The soldiers respected me, and I respected them. My master and I took part of several battles as the war went on, for some time it seemed like we would both survive the war.

Then that changed one fateful day, Master and I were rescuing civilians from a destroyed building. We scavenged through the rubble for any signs of life, it seemed like a hopless endeveur until we found a few people. They were Civilians hurt by the war more than anyone else. Many of them had lost family members and friends. We were loading them onto transport when a Sith battalion appeared and attacked us. It was a huge force of footsoldiers and a terrifying Imperial walker, a three legged monstrosity dozens of meters tall with weaponry on its front and backsides. Otunzo, a small group of Republic soldiers and I defended the civilians but there were just too many Sith troopers.

I was hit by a stray blaster bolt, sent to my knees. Master ordered me onto the transport, a Republic soldier pulled me away from the battle as I watched Otunzo charge right at the Sith. I struggled to get free and help my Master, but was too injured. His lightsabers lit as he drew the Sith’s attention, cutting down several of their soldiers and badly damaging the walker. Then blasters hit him from every angle. He gave his life to protect me and the few innocents we managed to rescue.

My time as an apprentice would soon come to an end; I would pass the Jedi Trials on my first attempt. I headed right back into war; it was where I was most at home. In my first battle as a fully fledged Knight I ended up in a tight situation, Sith forces had surrounded a small company of Republic soldiers and I. We were forced to barricade inside of a small building, windows broken, doors barred shut. For hours the sounds of war were all I heard, blaster fire, explosions, screams of death.

I watched many of the men I commanded die that day. I still recall the stench of death and sight of twisted bodies piled upon each other. My own men and Sith soldiers who tried to push the tide of war in their favor. Ultimately the hell ended for me as Republic reinforcements arrived to save the day. I escaped the battle with eleven of my men. We had 80 at the start.

Recently I received a padawan of my own, a young Echani named Khan. He is a strong young man that I strive to make stronger while enforcing the Jedi ideals in him. My padawan and I were captured during the Sacking.

How do you keep yourself calm in captivity? How do you keep your will to escape strong?

I meditate upon the Force when I can. I think of the men that died under my command, they wouldn’t want me to the break to the Sith. They had families to fight for. I have to survive. I also think of my apprentice, Khan, how disappointed and broken he would be if I fell to the dark side. I try to find humor in my imprisonment. I often mock and joke at my captors, and try to make my fellow captives laugh. Humor can be found in the oddest places.

How well do you hold up under pressure? Do you have a high pain threshold?

Crucitorn helps me to further endure physical pain as well as my faith in the Light Side of the Force. The Sith are notorious for their brutality, I have mentally prepared myself for it. I learned Crucitorn years ago, my master had insisted upon it encase I were ever taken as a prisoner of war. I haven't used it in a torture situation but I know how to do it well enough. Unless I am under very heavy duress I should be able to survive utilizing it.

Lightsabers. Though you lost yours, it would be good to know what style(s) you use.

I wielded two blue lightsabers, I’m highly trained and skilled in the lightsaber style of Jar’Kai which is built around using a lightsaber in each hand. Years of training have helped me develop a ferocious way to attack opponents with overwhelming swings of both blades. Sheer speed is often enough to bring down some enemies. In a duel I shift to using one lightsaber for offense and the other to parry blows.

I’m trained in Ataru, while I am no master in it I am skilled in the form. I am capable in using it when wielding two lightsabers as well as just one. I have taken it upon myself to learn Djem So, it fits with my style of combat well. The first form I was taught was Shii-Cho, which I learned with just one lightsaber.

Have you encountered other prisoners or Sith in the past?

(TBA)

Out of Character

How powerful is (s)he in the Force?

Denso is strong in the Force, he is best in the martial combat side of it. His Force powers having taken a backseat to his talent with lightsabers. He’s a difficult opponent to defeat and would help the Sith Empire if he were fall to the Dark Side.

Has your character encountered members of the Strike Team / Rescuers before?

(TBA)

Nobody with any sort of wisdom wants to speak of their flaws. Especially not to their enemies, so what are your character’s flaws?

• He limits his Psychometry out of fear. In the past he has used it twice on corpses, in these situations he experienced intense, powerful emotions from the bodies. Each time he used it on the corpses he experienced the finals moments before their deaths. Both of these instances are one of the few times he could recall feeling genuine terror and as such only uses the power on inanimate objects. Even then he tries to avoid it unless it's necessary. More usage of the power upon corpses could very well lead him to the Dark Side.
• He’s better in groups, he feels best when he’s among others. Solitude isn’t something he enjoys like some others do. Denso is a very social being.
• He can be judgmental this ties in with his strong sense of justice. He’ll often form his own judgments on people based on initial impressions or associations.
• He has a strong sense of sarcasm that he’ll often times go too far with. He has a strong sense of humor in general and tends to mock enemies which sometimes doesn’t go in his favor.
• Denso has signs of PTSD, his years of battlefield combat on the frontlines has brought him sights that deeply affect him. Sometimes he goes through brutal memories of dead friends and companions. If left untreated long enough this could break him and fundamentally change him as a person.
• Denso has an ends justify the means kind of stance, which is quite unusual amongst the Jedi. Everything is fair in war,and if it gives the advantage to the Republic then he won’t think twice about at least considering it. If they lose the war then he believes it is game over for the Jedi.

Is your character any good at holding out against torture?

Yes. Crucitorn is a useful power in this field. His master trained him in it, though this will be the first time he has used it. The Sith are notorious for their brutality, he has mentally prepared himself for it.

What is your character’s personality like? What motivates him/her?

Denso has a strong sense of humor, which he will use often. Even in bad situations he’ll tend to crack jokes. He’s a friendly man, one that can easily make friends, but recent events have impacted him. There’s sadness inside of him from all that he has seen and heard. War effects everyone, he is no different. He tries not to form close bonds with others out of fear of them dying on him.

He has a strong belief in the Jedi Code and way of life, though he has some issues with it. More so the Jedi Council and some of their decisions. A firm believer in justice, he thinks the Jedi should concentrate more on bringing down the criminal underworld. Breaking apart the gangs that infest it, and stopping their crimes which are often ignored. The Jedi should try to actively make the galaxy a better place. Denso also believes that the Republic and Jedi should not be afraid to make the more difficult decisions in war. Because if they lose the war then they will both be wiped out by the Sith Empire.

Do you have any limits as to what is “ok” to happen to your character?

I don’t want Denso to die early, but I’m pretty open to whatever happens to him. As long as it's run by me beforehand then I won’t have a problem.

Do you want your character to escape?

Not early on.

how easily do you wish to be captured?

He’d put up a fight for sure, he wouldn’t let himself or his padawan get captured without serious resistance.

What do you think your character is doing in a few IC months?

He’s either escaped his captivity and continued to fight the Sith, having stayed loyal to the Jedi way. Or he’s fallen to the dark side and embraced the other side of the Force.

Vivithe Lansha

Vivithe Lansha

Species: Human-Sith hybrid. 90% Human, 10% Red Sith.
Age: 36
Gender: Female
Faction: Sith Empire
Rank: Sith Lord
Master: N/A
Former master(s): Lord Laqshos

Concerning you

You are a Sith, but not every sith looks the same. Describe what you look like.

I stand an average height of 5’5, my frame is petite and feminine. I have no physical signs of my Sith heritage, outwardly I appear entirely human. I wear a more form fitting version of the typical Sith garb, over this outfit I wear a cloak of a maroon color. My weapon of choice, a curved hilt lightsaber is tucked inside of my robe. My hair is dark brown and long, my eyes are also a shade of brown. My facial features are gorgeous and indicative of my high birth.

A Sith knows the ways of the Force. How do you prefer to use it?

I am extremely skilled in ways of the Force, frontline combat is not my speciality but I can destroy my enemies through the pure power of the Force. I know and am extremely skilled in the basic Sith powers. I can summon powerful bolts of lightning through the Force and electrocute multiple enemies at once. I can create a Whirlwind with the Force that leaves my opponent helpless. I can also use the Force to slow my enemies down where I can then attack or retreat.

My Force abilities also extend outside of combat. I can cloak myself in the Force, manipulating light and sound to become nearly invisible to naked eye. If someone does not wish to give me information then I can use the Force to drain knowledge from them with no need for their consent. I’m normally only able to speak just Galactic Basic, but through the Force I am able to comprehend speech in other languages.

Known Powers:

• Basic Sith powers
• Chain Lightning
• Telekinetic Whirlwind
• Force Slow
• Force Cloak
• Drain Knowledge
• Comprehend Speech

All obstacles have to be removed or overcome, so what skills do you possess to aid you?

I am a very talented planner, creating extravagant plots which often go flawlessly the way I want them to go. Through my past experience in the battlefield I am a skilled tactician. My real skill lies in my personality, I am one of the most charismatic people you will ever meet. I will get you to like me, get you to want to tell me anything. I am a gifted liar that knows how to sell a lie like no other. I am utterly ruthless in my ways, not letting anyone get in my way. I am not beyond seduction if it leads to a goal. I consider myself a skilled actor, able to play a quivering victim to gain the advantage.

Everyone has a past. What brought you here and what challenges did you have overcome to reach your current situation?

I was born on Dromund Kaas to a very wealthy family, at an early age my Force sensitivity was discovered by a Sith Warrior. I was sent to the Dromund Kaas academy and my new life began. It was a huge change for me, going from a life of luxury to one where I was punished for every mistake and expected to absorb every bit of information that I was fed. I was a smart girl even from a tender age, I did exactly what I needed to. My brain the greatest asset against the bigger kids in the Academy. When an Academy was established on the retaken Sith homeworld of Korriban I was brought there along with many of the others. Though very nervous about moving to a different world, especially one steeped in as much mystique as Korriban. I was excited for a new challenge. Korriban was a world which some of the greatest Sith stepped foot upon, I intended to join them in their greatness.

I showcased a natural talent with the Force while on Korriban, which earned me some notoriety from some of my fellow students. After a messy encounter with three of them that left me with a black eye and bloody nose I decided to be much more secretive about my abilities. I was never the most physically imposing girl, I tried to avoid physical conflict the best I could while at the Korriban Academy. In brawls organized by the overseers I was often beaten harshly by the others. They had size and strength over me. Too many times I finished these scuffles with bruises of failure. The overseers let me get beat painfully, knowing that I'd either give up or let the pain make me get stronger. It took me several beatings before I figured out a way to gain an advantage.

I used the Force in inconspicuous ways, I'd throw a punch while manipulating the Force to give it more power. This was my way to win in these crude fights, the overseers seemed pleased with it. The overseers saw my pure ability and future potential with the Force, they favored me over some of the others. Knew that I was better, the other acolytes knew this which contributed to the aforementioned beatings by them.

After eight years on the Academy I was chosen as an apprentice for a Pureblood Sith, Master Laqshos. He brought me into war. I figured out that I wasn’t exactly suited for frontline warfare after an explosive detonated in my vicinity sending me into the air. It was a mistake by me, despite my talent with the Force I did not sense it until too late. The injuries from it were minor. It left a mental reminder, another reason to always be aware of my surroundings. I still showcased a natural ability off the frontlines and when commanding soldiers. When allowed to give my input before a battle I offered tactical advice, where certain shoulders should have gone, where to set traps, where to create chokepoints and more. I was a natural, my tactics were praised.

At the age of twenty two my master died on the battlefield, struck down by a cowardly Jedi Knight. I was enraged and drew her weapon to fight them. I managed to gain the upperhand on the Jedi before bringing him to his knees with a powerful bolt of Force Lightning. The man’s eyes stared up at me as he hoped and prayed for mercy. Instead I drove my lightsaber through his chest, taking his life, a smile on my face as I did it. I took his lightsaber as a reminder of that day. I was withdrawn from the frontlines after that battle,

I felt genuine fear as I wondered if I was going to be reprimanded for letting my master die. I was wrong, instead I was reassigned to serve the Sphere of Military Strategy within the Empire. Some of the most important people in the Empire has made the decision to place me in the Sphere. I had spent long enough under my master. He was strong and served my interests well, but now my greatness was truly being recognized.

I was delighted at the prospect of leaving the frontlines behind, I was never a soldier. It was work for a different type of Sith. My new position amongst the Sphere gave me an opportunity to impress even further. I frequently embarrassed my fellow new arrivals to the Sphere with my knowledge as well as my tendency to exploit any little mistake they made in their plans. My first true example of her tactical talent was during the Battle of Ziost in which Republic Fleets stationed in orbit of the planet engaged the Sith Forces. After thirty days of combat, in which I contributed several ideas and tactics, the Sith Empire was victorious.

My most revolutionary tactic in the battle was using weaker ships as decoys, they would draw the attention of the Republic's most powerful vessels. The weaker Sith ships would focus all fire on these sturdy Republic ships, though outclassed in strength they were only a distraction. They'd be destroyed, killing those onboard. I would then have the Empire's strongest vessels charge in from an unexpected angle and hammer the Republic's ships. The sacrifice of those aboard the lesser ships led to victory.

The next battle I had a hand in, the Reconquest of Ord Radama, it was a far more bloodier affair, though the Empire seized the day there were heavy casualties on both sides. This did not affect my planning, people die in war, it was expected, but I did commit a mistake in my planning. A rare example of failure from, I did not take it easily, as several of my superiors voiced their disappointment to me for it, they knowing I could have done better. It was an awakening call, perfection was what they sought, and I delivered it from then on out.

I was one of the best strategists in the Sphere, but I committed mistakes like any other. Those ranked above me made sure to bring up these failures, no matter how small. A few extra troops died than need or an important ship was destroyed then they'd make sure to remind me that I could do better. I'd never be anybody important if I continued to make mistakes. I used this to drive me, as my time went on within the Sphere I made less and less errors.

I was also notably involved with the battle involving Darth Nyiss in which she deployed biochemical weaponry to defeat the Republic forces. I was fascinated by the idea, at first taken back by the brutality of it, including how a percentage of the Imperial forces were hit as well. But more so I was impressed by it, almost in awe, it had brought victory to the Sith, which mattered more than anything else.

During the last seven years of Minos Cluster Campaign is when I ushered my plans to become a more powerful Sith. I was not satisfied with being revered as just a skilled strategist, more power was what I sought, needed. While contributing to the Campaign I took the opportunity to remove several of my opponents that blocked my ascent. Public embarrassment and the planting of crimes on my unlucky targets were some of my favorite tactics. I coupled this with making friends in the right places, sometimes through blackmail, by within a year and half of the Sacking I had all of my pieces in the right spots, a following of people and a strong reputation. My success within the Empire had earned the loyalty and respect of many important people within the Imperial military.

I soon ascended to Sith Lord status, a feeling of genuine happiness within me. I had proven myself to everyone. Yet, I was still not satisfied, I would have to get even better in order to avoid an unwanted fate as being a Sith Lord also painted a target on my back. I took an apprentice, a long turned Jedi named Zez Keltra, his ability as a shapeshifter interested me greatly. He still has to prove his utter loyalty to me, but so far his displays have been positive. It has been several months since he became my acolyte, I plan to shape him into someone powerful for me to command.

We all learn about lightsaber combat, so what form(s) and skills in fighting have you found reasonable to learn?

I am best at Makashi, while I try my best to avoid direct combat I can more than hold my own in a duel. It is the main form that I am trained in though I also know Shien which allows me to deflect blaster fire

How do you relate to the other characters and how do you see them?

• Zez Keltra - My apprentice, a shapeshifter. He has shown loyalty to me but still has a way to go for me to be able to completely rely on him. I still have much to teach him. His unique abilities will help me greatly.

(TBA)

Out of Character

How powerful is (s)he in the Force?

Vivithe is fully trained and capable in the ways of the Force. Her raw power when using the Force is astonishing. Her powers are refined and dangerous. Direct combat is not her forte and can be considered a weakness, she can fight in a duel but multiple opponents may be a problem. She’s very useful to the Sith Empire and wholly devoted to the Dark Side.

Has your character encountered members of the other factions before?

(TBA)

What is your character’s personality like? What motivates him/her?

Vivithe Lansha, or Lady Lansha as she requests those below her refer to her as is a manipulative, dishonest woman, one never afraid to toss someone under the bus if it meant she got what she wanted. She’s extremely patient, especially for a Sith and always prefers to fight her battles outside of the battlefield, like she is playing a constant game of holochess. While not motivated by a want to feel superior, Lady Lansha expects respect from her subordinates. She’ll treat people she wants to control like her best friend, or her lover, constant disarming smiles accompanied by laughter, promises that make you want to wait on her every breath. You’ll want to like her, want to make her smile.

While normally in control of her emotions, like every other Sith she will show moments of intense emotion, often the (few) times her plans go wrong, while in these bouts she tends to destroy everything and everyone around her. She rarely allows people second, and even more rarely third chances if they fail her. Several soldiers and officers under her command have been unceremoniously executed for failure which completely rested in their hands. She does respect honesty among her subordinates, though she herself isn’t exactly honest. She has an intense hatred of the Jedi, seeing them as foolish and weak.

Her main motivation is to make herself more powerful. She wants to be one of those Sith that goes down in history for their pure power and the fear they inspire.

Nobody with any sort of wisdom wants to speak of their flaws. Especially not to their enemies, so what are your character’s flaws?

• As stated before she doesn’t exactly shine in straight on combat, she’s no pushover but someone more talented with a lightsaber can beat her. She’s skilled enough to hold her own in one on one combat, but a straight fight is always her absolute last option.
• She’s not that strong physically, she’s a petite woman that will get pushed around by larger opponents in a brawl.
• She’s downright spineless, cowardly in another word. If she knows she is outmatched then she’ll make a hasty retreat. If she can escape with her life then she’ll put that above everything else.
• Deep down she only cares about herself. She won’t ever say it, but it's the certain truth.
• She’s a compulsive liar, overconfident and extremely paranoid. She’ll get others to trust her but she trusts no one else.
• She plays people like a chessboard, to her everyone has a calculated everchanging value. She’s not afraid to ‘knock over’ a few pieces if they’ve outlived their usage to her and potentially pose a risk.

Sith tend to be loners who don’t seek to interact with other Sith except when it is business. What will cause your character to initiate interactions with the other Sith?

Manipulation mostly, she’ll interact with people that she’ll use for her plans. She’ll get them to like her then twist them to her needs.

Do you have any limits as to what is “ok” to happen to your character?

I’d like her to avoid an early death, other than that as long as it is run by me then I’ll probably be cool with whatever happens to her.

What are her quarters like?

Vivithe's quarters reflect her affluent tastes and upbringing. On the walls are some paintings, made by some talented artists from around the galaxy. A large window sits on one side of the room, which offers a beautiful view of the world outside the compound. A dark red curtain can be pulled to cover the window. She has a fine wooden dresser which contains her clothing near her large comfortable bed. The sheets are a purple shade, around the bed is a silk violet curtain. A door to her small personal bathroom is on the wall near her bed.

In the center of the room is a sturdy dinner table, two chairs, one on each side. There is a comfortable couch on the opposite side from her bed, near a coffee table which her personal computer sits on, locked to anyone who isn't her. A carved wooden wine rack filled with a variety of expensive wines sits next to the dresser. A visitor to her quarters would note that the her room smells of lavender and roses, a pleasant scent to the senses. Often times, Vivithe elects to light the room at night with candles in lieu of lights.

How would your character go about trying to turn Jedi?

Torture of all kinds, she’s not afraid to get her own hands dirty. She’ll also use blackmail and faked promises to further push a Jedi to the Dark Side. She might even try to get them to like her, then abuse that relationship to turn them. Nothing is off the table if it works.

The Jedi can take prisoners too. Is your character eligible for captivity?

Sure, good luck turning her to the Light though.

What ideas would you like to try or accomplish with your PC in the IC?

I’m not entirely sure right now, I see her as a chess master type. Someone that plays everyone else to ascend herself even further, whether that works or not we will see. A pure manipulator that avoids direct combat as much as possible.

Does your character have any secrets useful for the GMs’ plots?

N/A

Daven Auter

Daven Auter

Species: Chev
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Faction: Sith Empire
Rank: Apprentice
Master: Jewel Namore
Former master(s): N/A

Concerning you

You are a Sith, but not every sith looks the same. Describe what you look like.

I am not a tall man standing 5’7, I am slightly taller than my species’ average height. My frame is lean and athletic from constant training, I have pale white skin with a notable scar which runs down my left eyebrow from my hairline. Healed whip marks and burns adorn my back. My eyes are violet with no eyelids, they are instead protected by transparent membranes. My blonde hair is cut short and I have no facial hair. Outwardly I appear very human. My facial features are masculine, with high cheekbones, a strong jawline, smaller eyes, thin lips and a straight nose. I wear the standard robes of a Sith though mine are more colorful, I think they reflect my individuality. My red double bladed lightsaber is tucked into my robes, clipped to the inside. It is a difficult weapon to wield, but one that is brutal in combat.

A Sith knows the ways of the Force. How do you prefer to use it?

I am talented with the Force and trained in its powers, I know the basic Sith powers, levitation, speed, etc. I also know Force Lightning, a useful power for a Sith. I can also use the Force to make my enemies fear me, they run away like cowards in an entertaining fashion. My powers help me the most in combat.

Known Powers:

• Basic Sith Powers
• Force Lightning
• Force Fear

All obstacles have to be removed or overcome, so what skills do you possess to aid you?

I am a skilled combatant, my master trained my well though I am not close to her level. I can hold my own as an unarmed combatant, having taught myself some martial arts. Not the largest man I use my size and quickness to my advantage as I make rapid, agile strikes. I’m relatively calm, composed and charismatic for a Sith, though I’m still learning Sith ‘politics’. From my master Jewel I have learned basic slicing techniques.

Everyone has a past. What brought you here and what challenges did you have overcome to reach your current situation?

I was born on the planet Vinsoth in the Outer Rim Territories. Early on I was separated from my family, by the time I was able to walk the Chevin had put me to work. My people were nomadic, we followed the herds of native backshin, farming on the native land they would lead us to. We had to walk miles on foot while the Chevin rode comfortably in wheeled carts.

My slave master was a particularly mean and disgusting Chevin, Raor Nar, he would often beat slaves out of enjoyment. I still remember the first beating he gave me, I was still a child and he whipped me painfully. Over the years I received more beatings, I was his whipping boy. I hated the beast. Nar would also stage brawls between his slaves, I was often forced to take part. He did not allow the other, often older Chev to take mercy on me. I learned to defend myself in these crude fights, all for my slave master's amusement.

My friends and fellow slaves were sold off world, any artwork we made was sold as well. I was a talented painter, something that my slave master noticed as he took my completed paintings then sold them for a profit. I thought I was going to be stuck with Nar for my entire life, he didn’t seem the intent on selling me. Nar went up the hierarchy as a slave master. He'd earned a reputation for being able to get the most out of his slaves as well as raising them to be productive. The constant cruelness had its merits for him. He acquired a space shuttle then began to make routine trips offworld to a nearby space station, a way for him to further increase his profits.

On one of these journeys to the station I had gone side him mostly to lug along any supplies. I noticed a mysterious robed figure approached Nar. I was a still a boy, eleven years old. I always knew about my Force sensitivity, just never what it was. There was something strange about the robed figure, I couldn’t put on my figure on it at the time. One of the travelers on the station walked into me and knocked what I was carrying from my hands, breaking a vase. I was very upset and lashed out at the traveler, knowing Nar would blame me for it. In my anger I lunged out to punch him, I unknowingly used the Force to push him away. He launched off the ground, slamming into a market stand. I did not kill him but did leave some bruises. As my slave master came to reprimand me, The robbed man intervened. He spoke to Nar, persuading him with the Force into selling me to him at a far discounted price. He convinced Nar that I wasn't worth beating, that he could stick me in the mines. The sadistic Nar agreed and next thing I knew I was sold off to the stranger.

He’d revealed himself as a Sith warrior who noticed my Force sensitivity. He told me of a great war fought in the stars against a corrupt Republic and a misguided order of Jedi, the ideological enemy of the Sith, the powerful, righteous Empire he fought for. Back on my homeworld some of the oldest slaves told me nighttime tales to this. Of giant ships launching lasers at each other over planets. Duels between combatants wielding glowing blades that could slice through metal like it was paper. I had thought of them as just fantasies of a far away galaxy. They were the truth, and my apparent destiny.

My life as a slave was over, the only life I had ever known. The Sith told me I was to be brought to an academy on the distant world of Korriban. He said I’d need to be strong and smart to survive there, I took his words to heart as I was enrolled at the academy.

The academy was a brutal place on a barren world, I didn’t make friends with any of my fellow students. It reminded me of home, how intense it was. The overseers in the academy were brutal and demanding but they were nothing compared to the Chevin. I was used to beatings, I could take a fair amount of physical punishment. The students were taught we were competitors, the strongest of us would become warriors that fought for the glory of the Empire. The weakest would die.

My status as a non-human became my enemy. Racism was an open practice at the academy. I was taunted as a member of a beaten down, docile race of slaves. The other students were brutal about it, I was the butt of many jokes but the instructors were worse. They’d routinely remind me that I was a slave, and would never be anything more. I began to hate myself, hate my origins as a slave. This brought my emotions to a height, I used the anger to help me push through and prevail over my competitors.

A large part of the life of a Sith were the dark politics that drove the Empire they fought for. Life as a Sith was brutal, lying was a necessity. Nar had always taught me to be honest with him, he beat me whenever I lied to him. In practices of Sith politics where I was expected to lie I would often make mistakes. Fail at selling false words, the overseers would punish me for this. I gradually learned to become less honest, I'd never survive with pure honesty.

During the brutal years on Korriban I took a deep interest in lightsaber combat, I showed more promise there than anywhere else. Jokes about my height would be shook aside as I used my compact frame to strike with rapid movements. Shorty after my fifteenth birthday my time at the Academy concluded, I was recognized as an Acolyte and become an apprentice to Jewel Namore. She is a tough woman, demanding but immensely powerful. For the last few years I have served her, learning each day.

We all learn about lightsaber combat, so what form(s) and skills in fighting have you found reasonable to learn?

Right now I only know one form, though I have not yet mastered it, I am quite skilled in Form IV: Ataru. I have taken after my master having watched her rapid, dazzling moves with close interest. My frame helps with this, I may not be an imposing figure but I am a quick one and use this to advantage in combination with Ataru.

How do you relate to the other characters and how do you see them?

• Jewel Namore - My master, a powerful Sith Lord who has helped me greatly with her training. She does not show kindness but I do not expect it. That wouldn’t help me get any stronger. I do all that she asks and follow her without question.
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Out of Character

How powerful is (s)he in the Force?

He is trained with the Force, though he has neglected his powers in Force in favor of lightsaber combat which is what he currently excels in. He only has a few known Force powers and prefers his lightsaber over anything else in a battle. Daven uses the Force in the martial way, his currently known powers apply best in combat. He still has potential for improvement, though it is obvious he needs to work much harder to become someone powerful with the Force.

Has your character encountered members of the other factions before?

(TBA)

What is your character’s personality like? What motivates him/her?

Daven is somewhat docile and shy for a Sith, he doesn’t really make threats or have a serious ego. His early life as a slave had a way shaping this type of personality. He’s not open about speaking of his early life, or his heritage. He doesn't let it show that he is ashamed by his beginnings, he'll try his best to ignore remarks about his past life though it is possible to get under his skin. He holds self hatred, he still thinks of himself as a failure. That he's the member of a worthless, pitiful race. He hates the racism within the Sith, even now that he is outside of the academy he feels others looking down upon him for being born into the wrong species.

He’s a bit quiet, following Master Namore’s commands wholly. He is also quite curious, often posing questions to all that he meet. He possess the typical dislike for the Jedi, propaganda in the academy embedded that in him. He has not interacted with any Jedi though, only in battle never in a social setting. He thinks the Republic is utterly corrupt and misguided. The people in Republic space would be best under the rule of the Sith Empire.

Daven also has a very intense dislike for slavery, mistreatment of slaves around him brings up painful memories. He realizes that it is an integral part of Sith society. His masters uses slaves, and he does as well. He tries to treat slaves around him well, often just simply ignoring them. If they make mistakes in dealing with him or Jewel then he'll lash out against them, something lingering from witnessing his old slave master do many times. After these bouts he'll feel regret and self hatred, the last thing he wants is to be like Nar. Beasts like that deserve death.

Torture is not something he likes to do, though he understands sometimes it is essential in order to turn Jedi. He avoids using whips from bad memories of those being used upon him, leaving Daven's back covered in scars.

He’s motivated by vengeance against the Chevin, slaughtering the entire race and freeing his people. He personally wishes to painfully end Nar, if the beast still breathes. For that dream to become a reality he needs to become more powerful, he hasn’t voiced this dream to his master.

Nobody with any sort of wisdom wants to speak of their flaws. Especially not to their enemies, so what are your character’s flaws?

• Becomes uncomfortable when slavery is the subject of conversation, refuses to use whips in torture from bad memories of being whipped by his slave masters.
• His Force Powers aren’t as strong as they could be, having neglected them in lieu of a focus on combat. Other Sith can pick up on this, as well as his wasted potential in the Force.
• Acts cautious around other Sith, he’s heard tales of how treacherous they can be with each other. He won’t outright display or voice this caution, but he’ll be thinking it. The only one he trusts is his master.
• He holds deep self hatred, much of it over his past and failures as well as his status as a member of a slave race.
• Still has much to learn on Sith politics, he has an understanding of it from his master's teachings as well as the academy. But he is not master Sith politician.

Sith tend to be loners who don’t seek to interact with other Sith except when it is business. What will cause your character to initiate interactions with the other Sith?

Well if his master tells him to interact with others then that’ll be one way. He’s a very curious man, so he may approach them with that in mind.

Do you have any limits as to what is “ok” to happen to your character?

I’m pretty open to anything besides him dying early, just run it by me first.

How would your character go about trying to turn Jedi?

The usual torture, he doesn’t particularly enjoy doing it but it’s one effective way to turn a Jedi. He’d also use their philosophy against them, try to show them all they can achieve with the Empire. The Republic is corrupt, the Jedi Order stagnant, Sith are men and women of action, etc.

The Jedi can take prisoners too. Is your character eligible for captivity?

Sure, there’s a chance he could turn to the Light if captured.

What ideas would you like to try or accomplish with your PC in the IC?

I'm not entirely sure yet, Daven doesn't seem like the typical Sith. He's an ex-slave, torture makes him uncomfortable. It'll be interesting seeing his progression, especially considering who his master is.

Does your character have any secrets useful for the GMs’ plots?

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Melchior Siegenhausen

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Name: Melchior Siegenhausen
Species: Human
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Faction: Sith Empire
Rank: Apprentice
Master:
Former master(s):
Instructor Luden

Concerning you

You are a Sith, but not every sith looks the same. Describe what you look like.

I stand proudly at the height of 5’8, broad shouldered but somewhat lean and skinny when compared to most other people. I keep my hair short and slicked back in order to keep it neat, professional looking and somewhat out of the way. I keep my face clean shaven at all times due to the sad discovery that my facial hair always grows in far to patchy to actually grow into a proper beard…I confess that it annoys me a great deal. Unlike most I actually favor wearing glasses; While I can use the force to see normally, I feel that glasses suit me.

My skin is a pale white due to genetics and assisted by the fact that I have spent the last decade or so studying both the mysteries of the force and learning about the fascinating workings of the bodies of quite a large number of species. My fingers a somewhat longer and bonery then most I have noticed, but all the better to hold a scalpel with.

There is something to be said about being approachable and professional looking... After all, if the victim doesn't know you're a sith, how can they expect to have to have to protect themselves from the force?

A Sith knows the ways of the Force. How do you prefer to use it?

Force Healing: All the better to keep the patient alive if something unexpected happens or to aid in recovery.
Detoxify Poison: A useful ability that can save lives… through some might wish it didn’t.
Force Stasis: Sometimes it is useful that the patient cannot move.
Crucitorn: Useful to both heal and harm, depending on my mood at the time.
Sith Alchemy: I confess I have only started to dabble in the field of Sith Alchemy, but some of the concoctions I have already been able to create… A part of me wishes I had started sooner.

All obstacles have to be removed or overcome, so what skills do you possess to aid you?

I confess that my talents do not lie in brute force or outright combat; The Empire has enough fighters already. My talents tend to lay in ensuring that those proud, mighty solders of the Emperor survive the injuries and wounds they suffer to push his agenda to whatever end it might be. I am also one of the few individuals who is suited for the task of having a quiet word with people of importance in order to get them to speak of subjects they would rather not… or consider ideas that under normal circumstances would be unthinkable.

Everyone has a past. What brought you here and what challenges did you have overcome to reach your current situation?

Oh where to begin. The Empire found my home system when I was very young and gave it purpose and a chance for greatness that would have been thrown into the mud by the corrupt, weak minded fools of the Republic if they had been allowed to continue their oversight of it.

When I was growing up I wished to follow in my father's footsteps as a surgeon; He was a highly respected member of the community and our family wanted for nothing and I feeling admit that I wanted the same… Alas, I had a much grander future. When I was in my early teenage years, my connection to the force and my ability to use it revealed itself and of course I was sent to be trained as a member of the Sith.

It was an enlightening experience to say the last as my teachers revealed to me (often grudgingly) the secrets of the force one by one. It was as if my eyes had been closed my whole life and only now could I start to see just how much there really was to grasp and learn.

While my ‘peers’ favored the flashy and the destructive, my desire to become a surgeon lead to discover the many wonderful ways that flesh and bone could be shaped and molded to heal or to harm. I quickly took to the teachings of Instructor Luden, my teacher in torture and intelligence gathering and I confess that I spent many an afternoon fondly discussing possibly methods to break the minds of even the most strong willed of Jedi in his office with him over tea.

I believe I must have been one of his favored students, because he managed to pull some strings and enroll me at one of the finest medical schools in Capital City for the express purpose of learning how to be a surgeon rather than be sent to fight on some front. Officially it was to further my education of not just the human and sith bodies but also a basic understanding of the bodies of the countless races of the galaxy that served both as slave labor for the Empire and puppets of the Republic.

After several years of study of both the force and surgery, I graduated at the top of my class. A masterless apprentice, I have been sent to provide my services to Darth Nyiss for the time being.

We all learn about lightsaber combat, so what form(s) and skills in fighting have you found reasonable to learn?

Well of course one has to learn Shii-Cho, if for no other reason than failing to learn it results in death, but I find Makashi to be deeply satisfying to use and practice.

How do you relate to the other characters and how do you see them?

There is nothing wrong with being cordial with my social peers in the Empire; Foolishly butting heads is a quick way to lack allies and have your body discovered in a ditch somewhere. Those who are my betters should be treated with the respect that they are due while those beneath me should be treated with a degree of cautious indifference; Treating them poorly would only paint a target on your back when they try to ascend the social ladder and treating them kindly would only encourage the same.

While a non force sensitive imperial citizen might not have the same power or potential as their Sith masters, they should be treated with the respect that they are due for their actions and behavior; All strive to be better after all and while there is a limit to how far these men and women can go there is no harm in encouraging them to be the best they can be.

Republicans are so misguided; They have been nurtured by the Jedi Order long past the point where corruption and stagnation should have caused the system to collapse and die on its own in order to make room for something new to emerge from the fertile wreckage. They will learn in time.

The Jedi Order. One cannot hate the Jedi when they are just so… pitiful. Their beliefs in balance encourage little more than spiritual death, afraid of the very emotions that give life meaning and causing all governments who heed their honeyed lies to stagnate and rot from the inside out. Those who can be made to see the insanity of their orders dogma should be saved while those zealots who refuse to see the truth should be burned like the leeches of the galaxy that they are.

Out of Character

How powerful is (s)he in the Force?

Melchior has a great deal of potential in the force and is likely to only get stronger now that his attention is fully on his training as a Sith. He does tend to fly a little under the radar however due to the fact that many of his abilities are not combat focused.

Has your character encountered members of the other factions before?

During his training as an inquisitor, Melchior has encountered several prisoners/test subjects from the Republic. While he has yet to actually practice on a jedi, he is rather excited for the opportunity to do so.

What is your character’s personality like? What motivates him/her?

Melchior is vain, self confident in his abilities, charming and a fascist. He believes in the ideals and values of the Empire and feels that an Imperial victory of the galaxy is only a matter of time when pit against the Republic due to the corrupt and divisive nature of democracy. Part of Melchior’s fascination with the human body (and indeed, the bodies of most alien races) is the fact that he is a supporter of eugenics; However, unlike many who believe in racial superiority wishes to scientifically prove that Humans and Sith are biologically and force wise better when compared to other races via (many would claim unethical) case studies on unwilling test subjects.

The pain and suffering of others means little to him.

Those who speak to him will quickly discover that he is a member of the social high class, the kind of person who can mingle with the nobility of the Empire (and quite a few other noble circles) rather easily.

Nobody with any sort of wisdom wants to speak of their flaws. Especially not to their enemies, so what are your character’s flaws?

Melchior is not a combat focused Sith; He can defend himself if the situation calls for it but if he was called upon to duel a jedi or sith that has dedicated themselves purely to the art of combat he would lose unless he somehow managed to undermine them enough to get the upper hand.

Sith tend to be loners who don’t seek to interact with other Sith except when it is business. What will cause your character to initiate interactions with the other Sith?

Melchior is surprisingly quite social for a member of the Sith, though he isn’t a stupid about it; He will attempt to foster feelings of goodwill amongst his peers when it doesn’t cost him anything but he will not push the subject if it is clear that trying to do so will either make him an enemy or cost him something too important to his standing.

Do you have any limits as to what is “ok” to happen to your character?

I would rather he not be raped. Other then that it wouldn’t be fair if he couldn’t take what he is prepared to dish out.

How would your character go about trying to turn Jedi?

A mixture of horrific pain, creating doubts and undermining everything that they believe in. The exact method of going about it will depend largely on the person Melchior plans to work on.

The Jedi can take prisoners too. Is your character eligible for captivity?

Yes; Melchior isn’t about to risk his death over a point of pride if it is clear that he is beaten. As long as one is living, a reversal of fortunes is always possible.

What ideas would you like to try or accomplish with your PC in the IC?

Torture.
Eugenics and the force.
What makes a man a monster.

Does your character have any secrets useful for the GMs’ plots?

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WIP: Talija

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“Presumption is the thrall of ignorance.”

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Introverted — Due to her introverted and reserved nature Talija has issues even regarding fellow Jedi and their trials. She’s not particularly social thus lacks strong ties to many jedi that were not instructors of hers. She gets frustrated by social issues and finds trouble with finding understanding in communication which lends her to a more direct approach to conversation.

Limitations — Talija has limited or a lack of knowledge on medicine, mathematics, demolition, sabotage, economics, and things out of her depth. She is only good in what she knows and in certain situations will find herself unable to take action.

Selfless — Despite her introverted personality and frustrations with understanding others she feels it is her responsibility to put the weight of others on her shoulders. Whether it is droid, Sith, bounty hunter, or monster she will take the route of the selfless; putting herself in blind danger.

Stubborn — The double-edged sword of resilience. Talija refuses to be ‘broken’ or ‘converted’ thus allowing more ire from her Sith enemies which can lead to more excessive trials and tortures from them.

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Lightsaber Combat — As trained and conditioned by Master Laureli Xchal, Talija is skilled in a modified form of Djem-So. Excluding this modified style Talija is also skilled in basic fundamentals of Ataru, Soresu, and Shii-Cho, but she feels most at home with her master's style for obvious reasons. She is also adept in Niman due to her time with her second master.

Perceptive — Heightened by Master Laureli Xchal’s training, Talija is skilled at perceiving her environment as well as things or individuals in that environment. This can lend to a good deductive mind that can investigate situations clearly and inquisitively. This was particularly helpful in previous missions assigned to her by the Jedi Council.

Archival Study — Talija was a dedicated student sense her initiatehood. With devoted study of Jedi history, culture, and combat she has proven herself as one of the more committed students of the order despite her being a bit more reserved and introverted for such behavior. Said study also allows her a perspective into galactic culture, trade, and politics; considering many Jedi are seen as more arbiters than warriors she knows these are important knowledges to have.

Resilient — Talija is particularly stalwart in her ideals and morals. This is particularly helpful under psychological duress.

Piloting & Navigation — Talija is a competent pilot in small vessels and adept with galactic maps.

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Basic Force Abilities — As a sentinel Talija has been trained to be diverse in the force and the lightsaber equally. She is adept at all of the basic techniques and some intermediate ones.

Cleanse Mind — A technique passed down by her master; a force power that allowed to negate mind-affecting force powers from the afflicted.

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During the Skirmish on Cyrillia where she and her master faced a twi’lek who happened to be a skilled user of the dark side of the force named Imij’turutu— a Sith. By the end of the battle Talija witnessed her master taking a critical injury before critically damaging the Sith they were facing. If not for the Sith’s injury or overconfidence fighting a Padawan Talija probably would’ve joined her master in her fate… but thankfully it turned out rather the opposite and the planet of Cyrillia was ‘saved’ from the Sith insurrection.

As mentioned in her history, Talija has contended with Sith before

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Standing at 1.7 meters, Talija is not particularly tall for her species though she is still quite young and has not reached the apex of her adult growth. Her body is particularly modest and toned with soft peach skin and dulled brown eyes that compliment her flowing cerulean hair. If not for her outward pointed ears she could easily pass for a human female. Her attire tends to be a synthesis of her Sephi culture and her Jedi religion.

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“I will recite the Jedi Code until I die, I refuse to be broken by the machinations of these masters of darkness.”

A quiet girl known for her diligence in the defense of the faith and the ideals it stands for, Talija stands much like others of the faith with her devout beliefs and unmoving ideology. Despite her ineptitude with greater social interactions the Sephi girl refuses to falter where others shake and it was with that stubborn resilience that she impressed greater Jedi than she and perhaps even a few Sith. Her pride and loyalty to her family and her faith have become walls of strength and despite the dangers of arrogance she struggles with humility though she knows full well the path arrogance takes one down. Talija has been taught to put the needs of others above her own, to have an open mind to the suffering of others, and to tread carefully to not become corrupt—it is in that caution to the dark side that she recites the code of the Jedi several times a day and that was prior to being captured.

With all of her strengths and resilience in her ideals, Talija is hardly ‘perfect’. As a social introvert she has trouble understanding conventions of conversation despite her attempts to do so. She is not inherently robotic and has a great deal of sympathy and sincerity for others thus when she finds herself in situations where she appears cynical or ‘too pragmatic’ she has trouble taking it in stride and not being emotionally offended by the notion. The Jedi Code has of course helped her cope but she finds at best proving to people that she sympathizes with them and is an ally of great character—perhaps this is where her inherent selflessness descends from.

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Talija was born to a noble family on Thustra on 3670 BBY, the fourth daughter in her dynastic generation. However it would become evident relatively early in her childhood that she had inherent abilities that led to the belief she was a force sensitive. Such thoughts made her father confused on the proper right of action but eventually folded on the matter of calling out to the Jedi Order to investigate the legitimacy of her force abilities—she was only six galactic standard years old. A sequence of tests were given to the young Sephi girl to which they discovered that her father’s findings were correct and started delicate diplomatic discussions with him about inducting his daughter into the Jedi Order as an initiate. Eventually he agreed that it was the best course of action thus beginning her life as an initiate.

For many years following she found the academy on Telos IV to be a more somber home and found peace there despite being whisked away from the only home she had ever known. But her parents had told her it had been very important to not only the family but the galaxy to follow and listen to the Jedi who took her to Telos. She took solace in the instructions as a “youngling” within her initiatehood. This could be one of the many reasons she would adopt a introverted and studious personality that would become part of her character many years later. Driven to live well to her family and culture’s expectations she found herself planting her face in the lessons she was given. In time, Talija became engrossed in the jedi code and the knowledge of her instructor’s teachings as an initiate which led to her strong confidence in passing the initiate trials. As she took the aforementioned trials her diligence caught an eye of a Jedi Master named Laureli Xchal, the Jedi who would later become her mentor and teacher in the ways of the force when she passed from initiatehood to the role of a padawan.

As a Padawan during wartime, Talija was one of many students of the Jedi Order that found themselves dealing with situations that tested their body, mind, and spirit. As her master was a skilled combatant and duelist Talija found herself in the thicket of battles (between 3660 BBY and 3656 BBY) up until the end of her time with her master during the Skirmish on Cyrillia where she and her master faced a twi’lek who happened to be a skilled user of the dark side of the force named Imij’turutu— a Sith. By the end of the battle Talija witnessed her master taking a critical injury before critically damaging the Sith they were facing. If not for the Sith’s injury or overconfidence fighting a Padawan Talija probably would’ve joined her master in her fate… but thankfully it turned out rather the opposite and the planet of Cyrillia was ‘saved’ from the Sith insurrection.

After the death of Master Laureli Xchal it seemed the fate of Talija as a Palawan was in two straits: she would either be reassigned a new master after her master’s own death in the skirmish on Cyrillia or tested by the Jedi Council for her knighthood—being distraught and emotionally exhausted from the skirmish against the Sith that they had discovered was not sure herself if she was even up to the task of Knighthood considering what she had just gone through and tested with.

Her humility in her “failure” was noted by the council and for a time she was reassigned to Jedi Master Ilar Qwik. Qwik was decidedly different given his older and less combat oriented approach. Whereas Master Xchal was a Jedi Guardian her new Jedi Master was known as a diplomatic Jedi Consular who would go on to take a less demanding instruction of Talija but still was very dedicated to instructing her in the ways of the force. He taught her diplomacy, encouraged her reading of the archives, taught her various languages & dialects, and strengthened her knowledge of the force beyond simple lightsaber forms though he did strengthen her ability to wield Form VI a.k.a. “Niman”. As time went on so did the war, eventually Talija decided to take the Knighthood Trials with encouragement from Master Qwik. The trials seemed to flash before her eyes as the Telos IV trials tested her courage, resilience, faith, body, and mind quite rigidly. Upon passing and advancing into knighthood she reflected back on her time as a Padawan and strived to do better as well as to live by both her Jedi Master’s teachings with great dedication. She had made it.

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Sish

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Name: Sish

Species: Trandoshan

Age: 60

Gender: Male

Faction: Sith Empire

Rank: Lord

Master: N/A

Former master(s): Belvarus Slakan (Deceased.)

Concerning you

You are a Sith, but not every sith looks the same. Describe what you look like.

I stand at 6ft 6in, with dark green scales. My left arm is about two, three inches shorter than my right, a fond memory of my master. My right arm, right side of my face and mouth, parts of my chest, and parts of my right leg are all robotic. They're all top of the line, designed to resist various physical attacks and attacks from the Force. There are a few scars on my body, though they should be gone when I next shed. My remaining natural eye used to be a dark orange. Now, it's a yellow, a side effect 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.

A Sith knows the ways of the Force. How do you prefer to use it?

-Basics Mastered, I'd be dead if I hadn't.
-Crucitorn, while my own pain threshold is very high, even I possess limits.
-Force lightning, it's somewhat iconic and undeniably effective.
-Force Scream, an involuntary ability, but one I have.
-Detoxify Poison, I am not blind to the favoured manner of Sith to kill other Sith.
-Force drain, even I run out of energy.
-Battle Meditation, an ability I learned to better help the troops on the frontline.
-Force Rage, my rage is never far from reach, always waiting to be released.
-Animal Friendship, Friendship is a cute way to describe 'brutally dominating and forcing to obey me through fear.'

All obstacles have to be removed or overcome, so what skills do you possess to aid you?

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. I know how to read body language, a very useful thing in a fight, and see what people are thinking when they’re mouths are saying something different.

I've made a study of all the lightsaber forms. There's a list of what I've mastered, what I'm proficient in, and what I'm merely knowledgeable of.

Physically I can see into the infared spectrum, I have a keen sense of smell (able to smell a wookie a week after it's left the area), my strength is only bested by a Wookie or those stronger than them, my robotics similarly enhanced to equal my strength.

My robotics are all top of the line, designed and built with materials to resist all physical attacks, environmental damage, and Force attacks. My robotic eye can see into the infrared and has night vision. The steel teeth are all razor sharp, even better than my natural teeth for tearing into flesh. That's not even considering the fact that they can be filled with poison.

My robotic arm can spew flames, to replace the lightning I lost.

The various parts of my right arm and right chest that are cybernetic have compartments in them where I store weaponry. Slug weapons, blasters, and spare lightsabers, stolen from fallen opponents.

My ear drums have been replaced by cybernetic ones, having been destroyed by a Tank exploding right next to me. They've been designed to block out specific frequencies, and can be turned up and down.

Everyone has a past. What brought you here and what challenges did you have overcome to reach your current situation?

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 couldn't 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, they 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. Ten years passed this way. 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 pure-blooded Sith, red tentacles on his face and all. His name was Shâsot. Rather than killing me, he 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. Twenty one years ago, 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 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.

Since that day I've been in battle after battle. Frontline after Frontline. I earned the respect and loyalty of all the soldiers by saving them and defending them. Other Sith would run when the battles went the other way. Leaving the soldiers behind to die. I returned to save them, protect them. This war would not be won if they died. Through this I earned their loyalty. I earned their respect. I gathered my 'powerbase' as the other Lords call it. Unfortunately, my 'powerbase' cannot help me now. They're all on the frontlines, where they belong, and I'm here.

My last battle before I met my apprentice, I fought the now Battlemaster Fa in a battle that should have gone the Empire's way. She appeared, and turned the tide. In our resulting duel, I was left with my injuries that put the cybernetics you see on me now.

After spending about twenty or so years mastering the Form V(which my master had taught me) and Form VI(which I learned at my own discretion) lightsaber forms and combat in general and fighting in the war, 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. When I did finally meet my apprentice,I sensed that her and her brother were both force sensitive, not the Jedi I was looking for, but interesting nonetheless. 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 he proved to be more of a fight. After killing him, my apprentice found me over both bodies. I threw her out the window in contempt. 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.

As I had been doing my entire career with the Sith, I carried her from frontline to frontline. We fought and killed for the Empire, fighting the forces of the Republic until we received a mission from Nyiss herself. Coruscant was to be attacked.

Now, what are 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?

We all learn about lightsaber combat, so what form(s) and skills in fighting have you found reasonable to learn?

Form I Shii-Cho: Proficient. I am skilled in it.

Form II Makashi: Knowledgeable. I do not possess the finesse or fine control to do the movements and finesse strikes, but I do know it's skills and style. I can counter it.

Form III Soresu: Proficient. I do not like playing defensive, but I can.

Form IV Ataru: Knowledgeable. I am not meant for flipping about or their fancy moves. But I do know how they fight and can correctly adjust.

Form V Shien/Djem So: Mastered. I have Mastered both Variants, though I prefer Djem So.

Form VI Niman: Proficient. I am not skilled in using the Force in combat the ways Niman requires, but I can.

Form VII Juyo: Mastered. I have mastered this vicious, emotional, random attacks.

How do you relate to the other characters and how do you see them?

Jayda is my wavering apprentice, who I have yet to see what she'll do.

Arken is my other apprentice. Far less unsure of her side.

Zanna is a scheming weakling, one who was in my way for too long when I was in a bad mood.

Fa is a worthy opponent, the one who took my arm and most of my face.

Nyiss is the Darth. One to be feared and respected.

The rest I don't know enough to make more than generalizations about. Weak Jedi, conniving Sith.

Out of Character

How powerful is (s)he in the Force?

Sish is a powerful Lord of the Sith, specializing in the vicious, broad, combative uses of the Force.

Has your character encountered members of the other factions before?

Fa, in the battle that made her a Battlemaster. TBD if he has met any others.

What is your character’s personality like? What motivates him/her?

Sish is extremely loyal to the Empire. He's one of the few Sith who will put the Empire's victory over his own goals, and despises the politics the other Sith engage in. If he can, he avoids it. He's driven by the need to find worthy opponents, and to slay the Jedi, as he views that they are a blight upon the Galaxy, weakening the natural order. He's a vicious monster, but he's a vicious monster who is at the beck and call of the Empire.

Nobody with any sort of wisdom wants to speak of their flaws. Especially not to their enemies, so what are your character’s flaws?

Sish has no combat weaknesses (Not to say that he's unbeatable in a fight, just that there are no major combat weaknesses that can be exploited. He can still be bested by superior numbers, better tactics, etc etc) because he has no political strengths. He's a soldier and is not at all interested in the politics that the other Sith will engage in. This means he's bad a lying, bad at detecting lies (unless he's known you for a long time, as in Jayda's case). He can be manipulated more easily than the other Sith. He doesn't do manipulations himself. If he needs someone to do something, he'll ask/command or do it himself.

Sith tend to be loners who don’t seek to interact with other Sith except when it is business. What will cause your character to initiate interactions with the other Sith?

Sish will go to other Sith when he needs help torturing Jedi or procuring items to train his apprentice and torture Jedi. He, wisely, doesn’t go seeking the other Sith unduly as it always ends in trouble.

Do you have any limits as to what is “ok” to happen to your character?

So long as it's not 'and then they forced feces down his throat' I'm pretty much okay with everything.

How would your character go about trying to turn Jedi?

Give them something to hate. Give them something to despise. And make them see that without using that hate, that anger, they'll never beat him. Never be free. Sish is going to make the Jedi hate him, and he is going to make the Jedi use that hate to beat him.

The Jedi can take prisoners too. Is your character eligible for captivity?

Of course! Sish needs someone to debate with.

What ideas would you like to try or accomplish with your PC in the IC?

Sish, to be honest, is just a character I want to use to push the prisoners to their limit and potentially break them through physical, sadistic, torture. Sish is going to die this RP. If he gets what he wants, Jayda will kill him. If he doesn't, someone else will, or maybe Jayda will still kill him.

Perhaps someone will use him to further their plots. Perhaps not. We'll have to see.

Nazca

Appearance

Technical data

Name: Nazca Barsavi

Species: Human

Age: 21

Gender: Female

Faction: Jedi Order

Rank: Youngling

Master: N/A

Former master(s): N/A

Time/location of capture: Sacking of Coruscant, Time unknown.

Concerning you

As a prisoner, your wardrobe is limited. When you were captured, how do you look and what clothes do you have on now?

Beat up. I'm not sure the full extent of my injuries (to be decided IC), but I did not go quietly. They left me in my padawan robes, but did a stellar job of searching me. All of my little hidden things are gone. Bastards. I stand at 5 feet 7 inches and I weigh about 145lbs. The rest you have a picture for. (Blue eyes, reddish brown hair.) Yes, the rings are fused to my skin. They were supposed to be removed a week after the date of the Sacking but, well, you see what happened.

You got captured. Did you make any mistakes that led to this, or were others at fault?

It was my fault. I just haaaad to be the protective one. Couldn't have left the younglings to their fate, no, that would have been sensible. (She's going to be caught protecting younglings, but who and how is up to IC)

The Force is your ally. How do you use it?

Pfffffffft. I don't. I can't even lift a pebble. (Nazca is fairly unaware of her abilities in the Force, as they've primarily manifested in physical agility, speed, and luck, and her main knowledge of it comes from Nar Shadda stories of the flashy stuff. You know, piledriving entire ships, force choking entire armies, so on so forth. At times she's been able to jump higher and run faster than normal, been missed by a patrol when she should have been seen, or managed to catch something she dropped before it alerted the guards, so on so forth.)

Having the Force did not keep you safe. What other skills can help you escape?

Hmmm *clinks rings together before shrugging.* No use in lying.

Criminally, I can hack most locks, pick pockets (though I'm no where good as I used to be, thanks to my permanent fashion statement), I'm fairly good at slight of hand(incredibly useful for cheating at card games) and hack your basic droids.

Non criminally...okay, most of these are used for criminal activities. What can I say? I lived on Nar Shaddaa for most of my life. Anyways, I've exceptionally good memory. If I can remember small details on Nar Shaddaa, I can remember which way I'm dragged through a hallway. A Sith's face. Maybe a slight habit or addiction they have. Who knows what usefulness I'll find out while being a prisoner.

I'm a good actor too. Give me time and resources and I can create a character and make you believe their real. Or I can make someone believe I'm dying, injured, happy, sad...the list goes on.

I'm also pretty damn great at using the environment to my advantage, and moving through it fairly quickly, even if it's a surprise change. Sudden car? Over we go! Guards? Around or under, whichever is faster. And so on so forth. (She's agile. Free running, parkour, whatever you wanna call it. She's good at getting through crowded spaces quickly.)

Oh! I can also speak a variety of languages, the most impressive being wookie and Gamorrean. Do you know how damn hard those things are to learn? Very! Never say 'Oink' to a Gamorrean. Unless you want to piss him off so bad you have to kill him, that is. Of course, seeing as my vocal chords can't actually make some of their sounds, it's a simple language, but the message gets across. Two other languages whose sounds I can actually make are Ul'Zabrak and Mando'a.

Most of the above abilities I learned while I was a street urchin and beyond, pretty much up until the point where I was captured. It's a hard life in Nar Shadda. But the languages I started learning with, and at the instince of, my mother and continued it on long after her death. It was a way to stay connected to her.

What was your life like before you got captured? Which major events shaped your life?

I was born to Nar Shaddaa, that lovable cesspool of corruption, crime, and death. Most of those who are not of Nar Shaddaa, and some of those who are, consider it a damned place. A place where only criminals thrive, and any notion of kindess, generosity, or hope is crushed. The people there, they think, are ruthless, brutal, and vile. Well, fuck what the offworlders think. Nar Shaddaa is my home. They are right to think that it is a damned place, and they are right to know that only criminals thrive. But they are wrong to think it a place where betrayal happens daily, hope is gone, and the only thoughts on its inhabitants' minds are survival and greed. There are families who care about each other, no matter the flaws. There are mercenaries and thieves with morals and lines they won't cross. The bonds of brotherhood are not limited to soldiers or Jedi. We risk our lives for each other, we die for our brothers and sisters. But I'm getting ahead of myself.

Where was I...born on Nar Shaddaa. My father was a barkeep, my mother died while in childbirth with me, and he never spoke of her. From what pictures I managed to sneak glimpses of while he was asleep, or busy, she was a woman familiar with violence. The scars told me that. I suspect she was ex-military, judging from a blaster I found with her name carved into it. I lived as good a life as a noncriminal in Nar Shaddaa could, before it all exploded around me. You see, the Hutts found out that my father was one of the few businesses that didn't pay tribute to them. They didn't appreciate that, so they sent a few thugs to get the tribute. My father was the proudest man you could ever meet. He refused. Rudely.

The next thing I knew, there was gun fire, my father was running into my room, bloodied and injured, he threw me out my window with nothing more than 'Nazca, I love you!'. I fell into a garbage bin beneath my window, and then the shop kind of...exploded. That was it. My entire life, exploded in front of my eyes. I was 8 years old. I did what you'd expect a kid to do. I panicked, sobbed, and screamed. What really happened is kind of blurry in my memory, but I remember ending up being taken in by a street urchin gang after that time. I learned how to survive and the value of having people watching your back. Most of my skills I have now came from that time. They paid tribute to the Hutts, of course. Everyone does.

10 years passed by and I kept to myself, keeping to the code the street urchin's taught me. Keep your head down, do as the Hutts say, and don't cause trouble. But I couldn't let the knowledge that the Hutts had killed my family slip away, unchallenged and unpunished. Eventually I left them and started my own little crime syndicate. It took me another 2 years to become an actual problem for the Hutts. You don't just start challenging one of the most powerful crime families on Nar Shaddaa the instant you decide you want to. 2 years of deals, negotiations, favor for favor, starting attacking the Hutts resources, and then slowly building up till I was an actual threat. I attracted quite the motely group. There were Zabraks, humans Twileks, and most impressively, a Wookie, a Trandoshan, and a Gamorrean. You do not want to know the effort I put in inorder to ensure that the Wookie and the Trandoshan didn't kill each other, and the Gamorrean didn't kill anyone on our side. They, being the people who joined my little syndicate, came from various occupations. Bounty hunters, ex mercenaries, muscle for gangs, dancers, pick pockets and con men.

Don't get me wrong, the only thing we had in common was that we wanted to make the Hutts pay for what they had done to us. A Zabrak had lost her husband, the one she had bonded with, to the Hutts. The Wookie had failed to protect someone he had sworn a life debt too from the Hutts. The Hutts had cost the Trandoshan all his Jagganth points. The Gamorrean had been told 'Oink' by the Hutts represenatives, and they didn't kill him, only incapacitated him and threw him out. A Mandalorian who lost his family and clan to the Hutts. We weren't together because of a sense of 'justice' or 'wanting to change the crime in Nar Shaddaa'. We wanted blood, pure and simple.

Of course, it didn't last. We finally became enough of a problem that the Hutts couldn't just send their thugs after us. Every other time had only resulted in the thug's heads being sent back to the local Hutt boss, and us growing bolder. We grew too cocky, too sure of ourselves, and those fat fucking slugs made us pay for it. One piece of false information, and one rat in our group. That's all it took for them to neatly trap us and eliminate us. When I say 'neatly' I mean in the most brutal and bloody way imaginable. Half of us went to hit this Hutt warehouse we heard was undermanned. The rest stayed behind to rest, prepare, or just do whatever the hell they wanted. I stayed behind. I had no combat skills. I knew it, everyone else knew it too. The Wookie and the Mandalorian were experienced and respected enough to lead the attack. So, I have no idea what actually happened there. Other than what the Hutt's men told me, and I can't very well trust the word of those bastards can I?

At our base, it was a blood bath. A large group of Mercs(a couple mandalorians, humans, I think I even saw a Jawa) kicked down the door and started killing everything that fucking moved. I reacted quickly, screaming for everyone to scatter and go to the predetermined meeting places. That didn't work as they had all the exits covered. It was a fight to the death. The Gamorrean did good for himself. He charged straight into them, heedless of all the blaster wounds he was taking and just started swining his axe. A good half dozen of them went down before a vibrosword went through his neck. I think I saw a smile on his face, in the end. The Trandoshan just scared me. When he couldn't use his blaster rifle any more, breaking it over a Merc's head, he went in with nothing more than his claws. Have you ever seen a giant lizard use a broken Madalorian body to beat more Mercs? I have. He was turned into a fine red mist when one of them threw a grenade at his feet and he didn't notice.

Out of everyone, the Hutts wanted me spared. I had made myself the clear leader before, in clear view of their surveillance videos. So when I tried to fight, the Merc's didn't kill me. Rather, the one I fired at simply closed in quickly and clubbed me with the stock of his rifle. Bastard. I had a headache for hours after waking up. If you think I was lucky enough to be unconscious when they gave me my rings, you think too highly of the Hutts. They woke me up, restrained and groggy, just so I could feel the pain of having metal rings melded to my hands. After I had screamed myself hoarse and passed out, they'd wake me up again. Eight times. They did that. Eight. Fucking. Times. I was given a week or so to recover. After all, they didn't want me to die too quickly. Then they threw me in one of their arenas. Bastards didn't even have the decency to make it a hidden one, so sure were they that all of my former comrades were dead. Well, they were right, but they still should have put me in an underground one. You'll know why soon enough.

I was to fight against a Zabrak, they told me. Not good. Even if he didn't have more combat experience than I did, he was stronger, more pain tolerant, faster, and just plain better than me. As I walked into that cage, hearing the screams and howls of the crowd, I knew I was going to die. Painfully. He had the look of an experienced killer. You know, dead eyes, scars, relaxed stance. And knowing the Hutts, I guessed he was going to kill me slowly. As his fist moved impossibly fast and crashed into my stomach, making me vomit up whatever gruel the Hutts gave me, my guess was proven right.

I'll spare you the details of what happened for a while in that cage. Lets just say it was painful, and I remained cruelly conscious throughout the whole thing. Then, something remarkable happened. A Jedi cut through the cage, sent my Zabrak abuser through the hole he made with a flick of his wrist, and then took me away from Nar Shaddaa. Okay, it didn't go quite that smoothly, there was a lot more running, blaster fire deflecting, and fighting, but that was the gist of it. He took me to his ship, explained that he had found me through sensing my Force capabilities, and he was taking me to Coruscant so my actual skill level can be determined. That was a month ago, they had decided I had enough Force power to bother training, and now I'm a prisoner on a Sith base, waiting to be torture.

How do you keep yourself calm in captivity? How do you keep your will to escape strong?

Games mostly. If they won't give us actual games, Pazaak, holochess, and the like, we'll have to entertain ourselves with other games. Won't be hard. Grew up on the streets of Nar Shadda. Sure as shit aren't any patented toys there.

And just between you and me, hatred is a good way to keep going as well.

How well do you hold up under pressure? Do you have a high pain threshold?

Pressure? I hold up under that great! Can't be a thief and not be able to. Talking my way out of guns held to my head, managing to hold my ground and not move when a guard was less than five feet from my hiding place in the shadows, carefully disarming a self-destruct I accidentally set off without panicking, so on so forth. Pain...less so. It's so low as to be nonexistent on a useful level. I mean, I can take a scratch and some bruises without sobbing but what we're going to be going through....no. Lots of sobbing.

Lightsabers. Though you lost yours, it would be good to know what style(s) you use.

Don't have one! *Smiles cheekily.* (She received basic training in Shii-Cho, and has a noted aptitude and preference for agility and finesse over everything else)

Have you encountered other prisoners or Sith in the past?

Xid-Friend. Met him during my early days in the temple. Funny story about that actually. He had left something shiny out and I helped myself to it. To make a long story short his annoying little robot found me and alerted him. I came back to chat and we became friends.

Shiri-Kindred souls and all that. While not Nar Shadda ilk, she's more like me than most.

Koren-My master...I guess? They didn’t really explain it well.

Out of Character

How powerful is (s)he in the Force?

She's basically a normal person. SHe has no force training, but her potential lies towards the more finesse and agile abilities of it.

Has your character encountered members of the Strike Team / Rescuers before?

No.

Nobody with any sort of wisdom wants to speak of their flaws. Especially not to their enemies, so what are your character’s flaws?

Easily influenced by her emotions, seeking revenge on the Hutts, overly and obviously protective of her allies, and terrible at fighting..

Is your character any good at holding out against torture?

Nope. Fortunately, she knows nothing.

What is your character’s personality like? What motivates him/her?

As I'm sure you've noticed, Nazca seems to thrive on being obnoxious. If she's annoying you and she doesn't like or know you, she's having fun. Other than that,Nazca is generally cheerful and friendly, if vulgar. Her need for revenge against the Hutts is what primarily motivates her, though she does her best to hide it from the Jedi. She's extremely protective of her friends, desperate not to lose them like she's lost others.

Do you have any limits as to what is “ok” to happen to your character?

I imagine there are some things I'd say no too, but unless I say no, assume it's okay.

Do you want your character to escape?

Not if she's part of Nyiss's experiment again.

how easily do you wish to be captured?

Nazca should be child's play for anyone remotely skilled in the force.

What do you think your character is doing in a few IC months?

Either training with her Sith Master or playing a game she managed to convince the Sith to give them with another prisoner while she tries to deal with whatever the hell Nyiss did to her.

Zanna

Appearance

Technical data

Name: Zanna

Species: Sith Pureblood

Age: 26

Gender: Female

Faction: Sith Empire

Rank: Apprentice

Master: N/A

Former master(s): Delarus Surn.

Concerning you

You are a Sith, but not every sith looks the same. Describe what you look like.

I stand at 5 feet 5 inches, and can usually be seen wearing form fitting black clothes and my Sith robes. In addition to the jewelry you see on my face I wear two rings on each hand, one on the index and one on the ring finger. I have a scar going down the right side of my face from the bottom of my eye to my jaw. The palms of my hands are covered in old burn scars.

A Sith knows the ways of the Force. How do you prefer to use it?

-Force slow, if they're not faster than me they can't kill me.
-Force fear, fear is a wonderful motivator of self survival instincts.
-Sith Alchemy, it is something I have studied for most of my life. I am very good at it.
-Drain Knowledge, sometimes even I don't possess the patience to learn knowledge the easy way.
-Tutaminis(adv), I like to block blaster bolts before they hit me in the chest, even if I don't have my lightsaber.
-Force Lightning, honestly is there a true Sith that doesn't know how to use this?

All obstacles have to be removed or overcome, so what skills do you possess to aid you?

Alchemy and the Force are my two strongest skills. Making up for my lacking combat talents. It is because all the time I could have spent training my lightsaber forms, I spent straining my Force skills, mastering the basics quickly. And as my previous master was an Alchemist, I learned most of his skills and expanded upon my already considerable talents. I'm very good at the game we Sith play amongst ourselves. I say game, even though it's at times more lethal than the battlefield. Certainly, it's more ruthless. But I'm skilled at hiding my true intentions, misleading others, etc.

Everyone has a past. What brought you here and what challenges did you have overcome to reach your current situation?

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 ensitive, 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.

We all learn about lightsaber combat, so what form(s) and skills in fighting have you found reasonable to learn?

I am proficient in form VI Niman. Just enough to avoid being killed by your average thug or adept.

How do you relate to the other characters and how do you see them?

Lord Sish is a brute and a fool, the one who gave me my scar.

His apprentice is far more interesting. Such hatred can easily be turned.

Out of Character

How powerful is (s)he in the Force?

Zanna is powerful enough to rival the Darth herself average in the Force for her race and rank. Not insanely talented, but neither is she surprisingly weak. Her true skills lie in finesse and gentle touches of it.

Has your character encountered members of the other factions before?

No.

What is your character’s personality like? What motivates him/her?

Ambitious. That would be the one word to describe her. She wants to be more than just a Sith. She wants to be more than a Lord. She wants power. And if that power comes with enemies, so be it. Enemies can be slain or subjugated. Ruthless, Driven. Both are also accurate words to describe her. Also paranoid and arrogant. Unsurprising, given her upbringing.

Nobody with any sort of wisdom wants to speak of their flaws. Especially not to their enemies, so what are your character’s flaws?

Zanna is terrible at fighting. She can kill a thug or an adept, but anyone remotely proficient in combat and able to nullify her Force abilities will find that she's not a threat at all.

She's also terribly arrogant. She'll underestimate non-purebloods and Jedi, but only once. She isn't stupid. Going hand in hand with that is her paranoia. She automatically assumes that, unless they're securely under her thumb, whoever is around her is an enemy. Even if she has them under control she still doesn't fully trust them. This, of course, leads to her seeing everyone as a threat even when they aren’t which could lead to rash decisions.

SIth tend to be loners who don’t seek to interact with other Sith except when it is business. What will cause your character to initiate interactions with the other Sith?

Zanna is a social Sith, though only because she wants to get a feel of those around her. It's best to know your enemies before making a move against them.

Do you have any limits as to what is “ok” to happen to your character?

There's probably something, but I haven't thought of it. Unless I say otherwise, assume everything is a go.

How would your character go about trying to turn Jedi?

Drugs and the Force to play upon their emotions and make them question their creed. Nothing physical. Zanna detests physical torture.

The Jedi can take prisoners too. Is your character eligible for captivity?

Of course! If they play their cards right, they may even turn her.

What ideas would you like to try or accomplish with your PC in the IC?

Drug induced romances, is a bad thing really that bad if both parties are in love? Emotional play upon the Jedi and others. Basically a lot of mind games if I can get them to go properly.

[Fallenreaper]

@The Dow Dragon, @NarcissisticPotato, @DrunkasaurusRex, @Boomlover, @SushiJaguar. @AdamantiumWolf:

Those either not the on the Discord chat or been heard from recently, Over HERE and sound off! If you're still interested that is. For those who aren't sure what faction to do, I suggest going with a faction with low number. Currently these are the most recent numbers over all, if any are incorrect please inform the GMs and I'll fix it.

Sith: 12
Jedi Prisoners: 9
Jedi Rescuer: 3
Strike Team: 4

[Sep]

@Fallenreaper I'm going to add to the strike team after Korens good.

[Ellri]

@The Dow Dragon, @NarcissisticPotato, @DrunkasaurusRex, @Boomlover, @SushiJaguar. @AdamantiumWolf, @babbysama, @Tzarima, @Zoldyck, @Sloth, @vietmyke, @ethanjory:
Those of you who either aren't on the Aftermath Discord chat, haven't been heard from recently, or who have expressed interest in this RP prior to its latest relaunch, we're wondering if are still interested. If you're not interested, we'd appreciate knowing that too and would like to wish you good luck with RPing in any case.

If you should still be interested, now's the time to submit a sheet here in the OoC, or if you've not got one ready (that's fine), at least express the faction you want to make a character within.

We've got a slightly more updated list of faction distributions here:
Sith: 12
Jedi Prisoners: 9
Jedi Rescuer: 3
Strike Team: 6

Apologies to those pinged above by @Fallenreaper too. Some mentions were broken there.

[SushiJaguar]

Dai Kholoz (WIP)

Technical data

Name: Dai Kholoz
Species: Human
Age: Thirty-one
Gender: Male
Faction: [ Jedi Rescuer ]
Rank: Knight
Master: None.
Former master(s): Master Staam Ebmeer (Twi'Lek), Master Rinko-Rinko (Gaddrian)

Concerning you

You are on a mission. How did you dress for it? What else can you say about your looks?

My appearance is that of swarthy skin that varies slightly in tone across the less exposed areas. The tone of my skin varies from a sunkissed, brownish hue to a blotched sort of paler tone beneath common clothing areas. Exceptional height and a whiplike build. Broad, ovular eyelids lend my actual eyeballs a quasi-rectangular cast, with my irises holding a hazel tint.
The general arrangement of facial features is a dichotomy in regards to my body structure, being very angular and strongly-shaped. In fact, my head is about as much of a cuboid as a human being's skull can be. With somewhat small ears and lips, a narrow forehead, and long trails of tightly-braided hair reminiscent of dreadlocks, I am is quite irregular to look at.
I dress in clothing rigidly adherent to the standard Jedi garb. A plain chocolate-coloured, hooded robe with khaki-hued sleeveless tunic and leggings beneath. In addition, plain shinboots of unidentified and generic leather adorn his lower legs. The white striping of bandages usually adorn my joints, forearms, and ankles, tightly drawn to help alleviate the pressues and shocks of combat.

In order to confront the Sith, you need to be strong. Name one weakness or flaw you have identified but not neutralized.

I have never been accused of being a warm individual nor an especially garrulous one, and this is because my dedication to the Jedi Order is approaching zealotry, to the point that even the Jedi Code itself might be treated as dispensible to preserve the Order.
This zealotry does not sit well with me, myself, however, and is a quiet and constant source of punitive meditation that frequently ends with circular thinking.

Fighting Sith is not easy. How do you plan to use the Force for this?

The Force is a frequent weapon in my arsenal, for a lightsaber combatant above all. Thoroughly practised and well-experienced in the generic usage of Tutaminis and to attack via telekinesis, I have recently begun to expand manipulation of the Force to include my own body in a greater capacity, namely the augmentation of limb movement and reflexes. I have also been able to manipulate the Force around himself such that friction seems to not be a factor. In practical terms, this means I can slide in singular directions for short distances.
Aside from this, my Force potency can be overall considered average for a Knight, save for one trait. I am a practioner of the rare Force technique Malacia, and I am attempting to increase my power with this technique to such a height as to overcome the Tutaminis of Sith, to no avail as of yet.

Sure, you can use the Force… but what else can you do?

I have well-honed survival skills, acquired and utilised to great effect during multiple missions in hostile environments as well as times of mean living while travelling the stars. I am something of an amateur tracker and knowledgeable in regards to escape and evasion; but I am no match for a true Jedi Shadow or an elite commando.
I also possess a interest in pazaak and I occasionally play it during my travels to and fro, one of the few possessions I hold is my pazaak deck. I am also a terribly amateur flutist.

Something got you to join this mission. What was it? What events shaped your life?

I was born in the year 3684 upon the planet of Ord Mantell. I wasn't a citizen of the great continent Worlport, nor Great Rock. Instead, I was born to two maintenance techs that worked at one of the many robotic-assisted coal yards that littered the planet's surface. What little of my childhood on that planet remains with me takes the form of choking, vile clouds of gaseous detritus. All of my earliest memories are tinged with the gritty blackness of coal-dust, but that is not to say I was unhappy. We had pleny of holovids of the beautiful southern coast where the sky was shot through with pink clouds. It was a world I could only dream of, amidst piles of mechanical parts thrown about by continual groundquakes.
Fortunately, neither of my parents suffered any sort of fatal accident or injury, a common story among familial units such as ours. I was largely insulated from others my age and yet I fail to recall any specific sense of loneliness. I assume that even whilst I was young I was made to understand that such a life was necessary. After all, I could hardly roam amongst the islands for friendship. However, like the majority of Jedi, I can scarce cling to my early memories, and it is only by the grace of my initial master that I remember anything of my infancy upon Ord Mantell. It wasn't she who discovered my existence. It was no member of any Praxeum or Enclave that I know of, but from the confessions of my parents themselves, the man was indeed Force-Sensitive. After being discovered by this man, I can remember only the passage of stars through the viewport of a cramped frighter cabin. I can only assume this mysterious figure had some connection or another within the Jedi Order.

I was inducted into the Praxeum on the surface of Arkania. I had never seen ice and snow in such quantities, if at all before. All that I am was born there, that first morning I awoke within a chamber of the Praxeum. In a sense, that is the origin of myself, the Jedi. I suppose it is small wonder that such a serious and dutiful youth would prove to be a suitable receptacle for the Order's teachings and philosophy. I would not have it any other way, of course. I retain nothing but fond feelings towards my life in the Arkanian Praxeum. That is, besides the fleeting feud I had with another youngling. By the words of my instructor from those days, I was exceedingly incompetent at social interaction. I hadn't the behaviour that would have allowed me to fit in with my peers. For many this would prove no problem, but Kiden Jaric was still his father's son, the child of a low-level worker from Nar Shaddaa.
It didn't take long for both our attitudes to be tempered and brought in line. We eventually proved to be perfectly cordial, even friendly. It was around the age of twelve, in 3672 that I began to realise that not even the wisdom of Jedi was immutable. I had just passed my Padawan trials, at a fairly early age. This was because my understanding of the Code had quite outstripped my Initiate peers at the time. Due to my studious nature as a youth, I was also well-prepared for the Trial of Skill and encountered little difficulty in assembling my first lightsaber.

As an aside, that is a potent memory for me. Whenever I am beset my doubts, I am able to hearken back to that singular point in time. I feel it still when I grip the hilt of my lightsaber, the anticipation of success, tempered by a calm and soothing sensation. That sensation, I believe, stems from the realisation that I had become and still am a true Jedi.

Virtually immediately after passing my Padawan Trials, I was assigned to my first Master, Staam Ebmeer. She was a Twi'Lek and that held no bearing on my initial impression of her. I had seen many aliens in my time at the Praxeum, and held no preconceptions. What she did upon taking me as her Padawan defied all my lauded comprehension of the Jedi code. Master Ebmeer had me duel her. I stood no chance, and in the face of such a humiliation, I do believe I was on the verge of tears for the very first time in my life. You see, despite all that the Jedi did for me in coaxing away the pain of leaving one's parents, they had never quite prepared me for such an important truth. "There may never come a time when you stand above all else, whatever you put your mind to." My Master said to me.
She was correct, of course. Not even she was considered the greatest Master by anyone but myself. I had never been so thoroughly bested, and under her patient guidance I truly learned how to overcome emotion and prepare myself for failure. Together, we cris-crossed the Core Worlds and I was always learning. Always subject to some question or another, especially philosophical ones that had me defending my opinion of the Jedi Order. Some might have considered Master Ebmeer unorthodox, and perhaps she was. But in being so, she had produced quite an orthodox student. Between the two of us, we examined adversaries and obstacles from every possible angle. The day she began to instruct me in the Makashi form was surprising indeed, but I had come to accept that sometimes the rules could be flexible.

It was a golden age, I suppose, even with conflict all around, the last embers of the Great Galactic War burning themselves out on battlefields like Alderaan. Or so we had thought. It was around 3666, soon after my eighteenth birthday that a most tragic incident occurred. Master Staam and I were returning from Ord Mantell. We had gone there to clear up any lingering sentiment I held towards the planet of my birth. Not that I felt there was any, but my Master had insisted. At this time, the Sith had already begun to make subtle forays into the region in order to prevent any sort of flanking maneuver during the Battle of Alderaan less than a year later. We ran afoul of a Sith Apprentice bringing reports of an espionage mission upon the planet back to his Lord. Even more unfortunate was that the Lord in question was on his way to the planet. Our initial skirmish was...distressing. Not just for myself, but for Master Ebmeer. She had never told me, but one of her prio Padawans had been captured. This had happened some years prior to my ascension to Padawan. It was part of the Council's decision to assign me to her. This prior Padawan, whom I shall not name, was very much like Staam Ebmeer herself. He was a Twi'Lek, and he was quite unorthodox, insofar as a Jedi can be. This proved to be his undoing, and the cause of his capture. Overly confident in his martial might, he had persuaded Master Ebmeer to allow him to conduct a somewhat dangerous strike against a crime lord that would become part of the Black Sun Syndicate. He failed, of course. As it turned out, he had been sold off as a captive and shipped to Korriban. Subject to torture at the hands of the Sith, he eventually broke. When we encountered this wretch, Master Ebmeer was unsettled enough that he managed to wound her. In return, I carved the fingers of this traitor's weapon hand away. The incident ended unfavourably, for the Lord arrived faster than we could flee.

The duel was titanic. I had never seen anything like it. I was disabled by the hated traitor early in the battle, yet he could not turn his attention from me to assist the despot he called Lord. Such it was that my Master and his fought both inside our ship and the hangar within which it was contained. I caught merely snatches of the exterior battle through the cockpit viewports, but what I saw left me speechless. Even wounded, my Master displayed such mastery of Makashi, that I fear will never be seen again in the galaxy. She flowed like water, turning aside every strike, every crackle of lightning. It was the most passive duel I had witnessed my Master engage in. Clearly, it was because she was wounded. And yet the Lord could not press his advantage. I recall thinking that not even a devotee of the Soresu form could protect oneself to the extent my Master did. However her stamina was not unlimited. Slowly her guard was pried open, and her parries became sloppier. At one point she disarmed the Lord with a singularly elegant cut that severed his hand perfectly at the wrist. The pale, veined appendage smoked as it dropped to the floor. My jubilation turned to despair when I saw that Staam Ebmeer faltered. Her face was twisted with pain. All four of us knew that this was the end of the duel. Bending the Force to his will, the Lord manipulated his own severed hand that still clutched his lightsaber, and cleaved my Master from shoulder to hip. I remember a very empty sensation and a very sharp pain in my torso as the two halves of her form tumbled pathetically to the floor. That would surely be the end of me, but for the timely and dramatic arrival of the man that would become my new Master. A Master by the name of Rinko-Rinko had come to reinforce us, and a pair of Knights had apparently arrived in-system shortly after. Rinko-Rinko was the flame to Staam Ebmeer's water, and the orangue hue of his lightsaber seemed to flare and swell like a barely-constrained inferno. Neither Sith, wounded and weakened as they were, stood in his way for long. By the time Rinko-Rinko had removed the Sith Lord's remaining hand with a cunning Trakáta strike, the traitor-Apprentice had fled. Thusly I was rescued at what I felt was the least opportune moment.

The following year, after the Battle of Alderaan burst into being, I was assigned to Master Rinko-Rinko. By his own words he had witnessed Master Ebmeer's final moments as he erupted into the hangar, so the Council deemed him the one most suitable to guide my thoughts away from the defeat and demise of my previous Master. They were correct - eventually. For a time I foolishly blamed Master Rinko-Rinko for being too slow. That was never the case, of course, but I was yet young and even my grand faith in the Order and Code had been shaken. But with the gentle warmth of an illuminating candle, my Gaddrian Master steered me away from shouted calls for revenge. I was able to center myself once more, and forged my hatred for the treachery of that one-time Padawan into an adamantium conviction. I swore that I would not fall in that manner, that I would suffer no more betrayals of the Order. Of course, I did not remain with Master Rinko-Rinko forever. It was hardly two years to the day of my assignment to him that we parted. I was deemed ready to become a full Knight in service to the Order. Sometimes alone, sometimes beside other fierce brothers and sisters of the Order, I set out across the galaxy again. The frontlines of the war slowly encroached closer and closer to Coruscant, and I had been injured while tracking a group of fleeing Sith. I had been sent out together with four other Jedi to find them. I personally cut down two of the fleeing three in single combat, but the third launched a surprise attack when I used myself as bait to draw him out. I was not ready, and my Tutaminis was lacking at that moment. Flung from my feet, my arm was broken in two places upon a rocky outcrop. I was saved by my lurking comrades, who captured this last dreg in short order. As fate would have it, this mission took place on Borleias, slightly out of the path of the main Sith offensive. The year was 3652, and I would remain on Borleias until the signing of the Treaty of Coruscant. Once again, the Sith had proved themselves to be most duplicitous and unforgivable. I was not surprised by their deception, though I certainly was by the audacity and degree of their transgression.

What are you like, and what keeps you motivated?

I am motivated solely by my will to preserve the Jedi Order, at all costs. I will ensure the continuity of the Order no matter what acts the Force might lead me into committing, for it is only with the guiding light of the Jedi Order that we may see peace in the galaxy at large.
But like all Jedi, I am not emotionless and without compassion. Where there remains the path of least bloodshed and strife, I will be found walking. I believe the Force intends for as many to live, and be subject to happiness and peace, as possible.

How do you fight with lightsabers?

I strive for mastery of the Makashi form, for it was deemed to be suitable for me by my second master, whom taught me the intricasies of duelling and other forms of combat. It is a very efficient form, allowing me to conserve my energy while exhausting my opponent's, and while it is not especially suited for combat with multiple aggressors, I alleviate that somewhat with my Force abilities. I have begun to personalise Makashi somewhat. Many offensive maneuvers of the form strike me as too passive, and I prefer to avoid cleanly disarming an opponent for they may simply be too skilled in the Force to then capture or contain, at times.
For such foes, I have supplanted such less-than-lethal techniques with more damaging ones. It may be contrary to the more pacifistic outlook of my fellow Jedi, but fatal blows run no risk of future conflict. Even a Battlemaster may fall afoul of unexpected strikes from behind, after all.
I have also implemented more Force-based maneuvers into my usage of Makashi, such as telekinetic manipulation of my lightsaber and my enemy. Master Rinko-Rinko was also a staunch supporter of the dangerous technique of Trákata, and I am personal witness to its occasional effectiveness.
My lightsaber hilt is a simple shape, of the typical smooth curve that most Makashi practitioners prefer. A generic silver-grey in colour, it is devoid of embellishement save for a tightly-wound strip of plain leatherthat functions as additional gripping for my palm. The crystal produces a tightly focused and richly royal-blue blade, identical to many of my brethren.

How do you relate to the other characters?

This will be my first encounter with the other members of the rescuing party, though I am peripherally familiar with some of their exploits. At the very least, I have heard the names of my allies before, and that they are Jedi is enough for me to trust in them and their devotion to the Order. I have no qualms about operating with them, and am certain of our victory.

Out of Character

How powerful is (s)he in the Force?

Dai isn't a masterful or even a very focused Force user, but as noted in the above portions, he possesses the lateral thinking necessary to adopt certain techniques to further form a unique style of duelling. He's pretty much as competent as one can expect from a Knight, and will probably struggle against vastly superior practitioners.

Has your character encountered members of the other factions before?

No.

Your character can’t know his/her every weakness or flaw. Which ones were missing above?

Dai vastly underestimates the vulnerability his zealous mindset opens up. He is virtually blind to how great a chink in his mental armour that such beliefs can be, and while he won't be easily goaded, such a lack of hesitancy to commit dark acts in the name of the Jedi Order can't be healthy.

The Dark Side. How well does your character resist it?

As above, being so dogged in his dedication to the Light is also a source of great strength, and it will take a very specific, subtle, or constant pressure to overcome his titanic devotion to the Light side of the Force. Sort of a "take care when fighting monsters etc" type. Blatant, overt Sith will likely stand no chance at even being able to have a conversation with Dai.

What is your character’s personality like? What motivates him/her?

Dai's basically a Star Wars version Scarlet Crusader, very much inspired by them, as well as the dispassionate and almost cold/ruthless attitude that Mace Windu has early on before he gets too much screen time. To summarize, he's even more tightly-controlling of his emotions than other Jedi, absolutely refuses to tolerate the existence of any sort of Sith (artefact, knowledge, structure, entity, technique, etc) and will not hesitate to flex the Code to keep the Jedi Order up and running.
He's kinda like a Jedi robot, really, but the teachings of the Order have just as successfully instilled in him a respect for life and the galaxy that they have for all Jedi. He will always try to do the right and selfless thing, but he is for better or worse, not above taking the "right and selfless" thing too far.

Do you have any limits as to what is “ok” to happen to your character?

Nnnnnnnah, not really? If at all possible I'd rather avoid any sort of technicality-based trickery that has him side with the Darths.
As an example, if Dai were in Anakin's place during the pivotal fight 'tween Windu and Sidious, he'd never choose to side with Sidious because out of the two's claims, the proof of using Force Lightning is far more damning. Doesn't matter how far into Dai's confidence you are, Sith is Sith.

Do the ends justify the means?

Absolutely.

Captivity. Do you want him/her to potentially be captured?

Can happen, would make for an interesting time! I'm definitely not against it.

What do you think your character is doing in a few IC months?

Depending on how events play out, Dai will perhaps be a little closer to reconciling his zealotry with his own doubts as to the validity of such a mindset. And perhaps able to better himself?

Does your character have any secrets useful for the GMs’ plots?

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