[OOC] Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

[Vesuvius00]

@Ellri@Fallenreaper@Sundered Echo

Shiri 2.0

Technical data

Name: Shir'Inilim, or Shiri Nilim when split apart.
Species: Twi’Lek
Age: 19...ish
Gender: Female
Faction: Jedi Order
Rank: A padawan, still...
Master: Jaa Iblik, a Jedi Knight (now deceased)
Former Master(s): N/A
Time/location of Capture: The Jedi temple on Coruscant, during the Sacking
Homeworld: Ryloth?
Trained at: The Jedi Temple on Coruscant
Spoken Languages: Ryl, Lekku, Basic, and Sarchasm
Written Languages: Ryl and Basic

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?

This is what I normally wear, along with a sleeveless white tunic under a short Jedi robe. The sleeves of the robe don’t reach past my elbows. The hem of the tunic goes down to my hip, while the bottom of the robe barely reaches my knees.

Clothing aside, my physical appearance is rather childish despite my age. My skin is completely smooth, a shade of lavender (or light purple) with darker spot-like birthmarks on my sides and Lekku, though you wouldn’t notice the spots unless you were looking for them. I’m relatively small, 5’4” (~1.6 meters), and weighing roughly only 105 lbs (~50 kg). I have narrow shoulders and a lithe, flexible but sturdy frame. I am also rather lean, most of my body fat being stored in my Lekku.

I have a round, “soft” looking face, with clear skin and muted structural features. One can barely see my cheekbones and my chin is small and rounded. I have wide, expressive eyes that are a dark honey-brown in color, and full, naturally upturned lips. My eyebrows are tattooed-on, to help me look less “alien” to baseline-humans and also to help make my facial expression easier for others to read.

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

I was not at fault for getting captured, only because it is not my fault many of the events that led to my capture happened. They were outside of my control. The only thing I could hold myself accountable for, is not being strong enough to fight off the Sith that captured me. If it's anyone's fault, it's the Sith's for attacking the temple in such an underhanded, cowardly way.

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

I have a wide range of skills and abilities in the force, most of which I pursued learning because of my own interests rather than the difficulty of doing so or the basicness of the skill. I’m well-grounded with most of my skills in the Force, but a Jedi never stops learning, so some of skills are less developed than others.

My skills with the force are as follows, In order of my strength with them: (weakest at the bottom)

Force Jump - (Advanced) Because of my use of the Ataru form of lightsaber combat, this is an essential skill for me. I can easily jump almost five times my own height, and with a running start gaps almost twice that long. In a fight I use this skill to help me pull off the acrobatics needed to keep up with the enemy’s strikes and dodge more easily when necessary.

Mind Trick - (Advanced) I mostly use the Suggestion/Persuasion type of mind trick, and can defend myself from all types of mind tricks, to a point. I’m better at implanting ideas into the minds of others than defending myself.

Telekinesis - (Intermediate) A basic skill for any Jedi, I have good control and accuracy but not much strength with it. I can lift the huge boulders if you give me time but that’s about it.

Droid Disable - (Intermediate) If I can't disable a machine by slicing it I could always just destroy it instead by overloading its circuitry. I’m only able to use it at a short range (about 3-5 feet) or when touching the object, and can’t use it a lot in quick succession.

Breath Control - (Intermediate) I’ve been able to hold my breath for up to two hours at a time while active, and for six hours if I’m not doing anything, like when I’m meditating.

Tapas - (High Novice) It's literally just staying warm by using the force. I can keep this up for a few hours at a time before needing some rest.

Force Healing - (Novice) I can only use it on myself, and to a pretty low level. I can stop myself from bleeding to death, at least I hope so anyway. I need to meditate to use this power at all.

Force Stun - (Novice) I can effectively stun a single unprepared target for about a minute. Other situations I have very little chance of actually doing any good.

Force Stealth - (Low Novice) There seems to be multiple versions of this one so, I'm referring to the ability to cloak your force sensitivity and light/dark affiliation from others. I can’t maintain it for very long, maybe just a few minutes at most, and after a while it may fail randomly. But I have practiced this at least a little bit.

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

• I’m pretty good at Slicing droids and other computer systems
  For a long time before I became a Jedi I was a pickpocket and a thief, meaning I’ve got a light touch and a tendency to subtly try to do things when I can.
• I’m very flexible, both literally and figuratively-
  • I’m good at thinking quickly and coming up with stuff on the fly, as well as rolling with the punches as scenes pan out,
  • And as a Twi’Lek I’m naturally just a bit more supple than some other species.
• I am fairly skilled in hand-to-hand combat, though I’ve never had any formal training in it.
• I’m strong-willed and stubborn when I want to be, I won’t give up easily.
• When I’m confronted with adversity my automatic response is now (thanks to my Jedi teachings) to remain calm and collected while everything else tends to fall apart.
• This doesn’t exactly count unless someone else among the prisoners can understand it, but I can communicate silently and secretly with my Lekku.
• I’m a lot smarter and more observant than I may seem, and I learn new things quickly.
• I have the basic knowledge needed to survive in basically any terrain on my own, and the skills to do so mostly unobtrusively as well.
• I have a great, if somewhat inappropriate or sarcastic sense of humor.
• I’m good at talking to people and saying the right things, or what I believe is the right thing anyway.
• I’m a convincing actor, and hide my thoughts and emotions well when I want to.

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

Before I joined the Order, I was not in the best of situations. As far back as I can remember, I lived as a street-rat on some planet, I still don’t know its name. I was maybe 7 years old when I started learning how to survive along with a small group of other kids that were on their own too. I took to learning how to slice tech and stealing whatever we'd need from whoever seemed like they had enough to share. I got pretty good at it too, even being able to slice the police droids that would come after us. We survived, but we had no goals or ambition past that. Life was a day to day thing that became monotonous, not worth living. I couldn't just give up though, I was too scared to die, too scared of the unknown that is, or I should say, was death. I'm not scared of death anymore, because now if I die, it's for a cause at least.

I was 11 or 12 when a Jedi found me, hiding from some rich yahoo’s goons who’d seen me slicing past their home security to let my friends in. That was a fun conversation.. The Jedi told me about the Order, how they worked for the good of the galaxy and kept the peace, and convinced me to come to the temple with him. I was brought to the Temple on Coruscant, and after not too long I found that I actually really liked learning how to be a Jedi. It took me a while to settle down and stop being so emotional, (I still am emotional but I hide and suppress them much better now than I could back then) but eventually I got the hang of meditation and began taking the philosophy stuff more seriously. I began to really care about every other person in the temple too, each person becoming almost like family in my eyes -something I never really had. The group I’d lived with on that planet had always been ‘friends’ or ‘partners in crime’.

I learned quickly, and passed the Initiate trials when I was 14 or 15, about three years after first joining the order. I became a padawan to Master Jaa Iblik, a Jedi Knight. He was really nice, and put up with my joking and sarcastic nature while being a very good teacher as well. After a year with him, he got a second padawan, a human named Cerria Kinall. Cerria and I worked well together despite our nearly opposite personalities and skills, we’re teammates and friends.

Shortly after becoming a padawan, I started trying to learn as much as I could, studying and looking into all the different things Jedi did in the galaxy and the skills we could learn to do them. I became somewhat infatuated with the idea and role of Jedi Shadows, essentially dark knights in an order that glues itself to the light. They took on dangers not only mentally and physically, but spiritually as well, fighting the dark side in ways that most Jedi are unwilling or unable to do. I wanted to be one of these Jedi, that would seek out the dark side and eradicate it no matter what. I started to look into skills and traits I could learn to help me become a Shadow, and about half a year ago I finally got a chance to start learning one of the most useful (in my opinion) skills a Shadow could ever have, Force Stealth- the ability to hide your force-sensitivity and alignment from other force users. We happened to be at the temple at the same time as a master who was there willing to teach anyone who proved they were willing to learn, and after a while talking to him he showed me the first few steps to using Force Stealth.

Recently, after five years of being trained as a padawan, I attempted the Knight trials. The trials of skill and courage I passed in the field, while on a mission with Cerria and Master Iblik. We had gotten caught up in the front lines and had to fight our way out, and as we retreated we told our allies that the imperial forces had changed their location and were moving in from a previously unexpected direction. The trial of flesh I attempted in the temple on Coruscant without incident. I took the trials of insight and spirit in the temple’s controlled environment as well. It’s been about a week since then and I still don’t know whether I passed or not, I’ve yet to hear the council’s decision.

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

I try to meditate and center myself whenever I start losing my calm, or I'll distract myself by thinking about how to escape. It's not hard to keep my motivation to escape, whenever I feel like it might not be possible, I just think about all the other Jedi here with me. I'm going to get us out of here, somehow. I'd rather we all die than turn to the dark side or remain as prisoners or test subjects for the Sith.

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

To answer the first question, I'm extremely good at keeping calm in bad situations, and I have enough confidence in myself and those around me that I don't believe we'll fall easily. I'm a fighter. as for the second… I'll say yes, for everything other than my Lekku. The brain-tails of my race are quite sensitive, the only good thing I can say for this is that I'll most likely pass out before I could or would say anything if they were targeted during a torture session. As far as I know I just naturally handle pain a little better than most people, and constant electrical shocks from mistakes in slicing over the years have dulled me to it all the more.

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

I know the basics of Shii-cho like every other Jedi should, but I'm most practiced in the form Ataru. I have recently started trying to learn Soresu as well so I could better deflect blaster bolts and conserve more of my energy in battle. I am Left-hand dominant, though I can hold my lightsaber in either hand and fight just fine. I don’t like holding the blade with both hands at once.

Have you encountered other prisoners or Sith in the past?

(WIP, kinda. I think this is all for now.)
Cerria Kinall - She and I shared a Master, her being Master Iblik’s Padawan along with me for four years before I attempted the knight trials about two weeks ago. I believe that because our master died during the sacking it's up to me to take care of her and to get her out of the Sith's reach.

Nazca Barsavi - She's a youngling, almost a padawan I think though. We are... very alike from what I can tell, which could be both good and bad. I consider us to be good friends.

Sela Kythor - The master of a friend of mine, Xid. I've helped her with missions/cases before

Xid Terrik - Sela’s padawan and an awesome person. He’s a little quirky, but I like his unique mindset. Also.. he’s cute.

Talon Soule - A friend of Cerria’s, I only recently met her. The fox is, interesting.

Out of Character

How powerful is she in the Force?

In terms of raw power, Shiri’s only a little above average. The only reason she’s made it as far as she has is through practice and determination. She has little strength with things such as telekinesis, and her ability to defend herself from telekinetic and mental attacks is very lacking.

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?

• The Lekku, or 'Brain Tails' are distinctive traits of the Twi'lek species, they are exceptionally sensitive and so Shiri could be knocked out or killed without much trouble if someone were to target them- she has to take care to protect them in a fight.
• While she has a high pain tolerance and ability to stay quiet when she's being tortured, she knows the others might not and so feels that she has to protect everybody else however she can, usually by taking their place.
  • She will attempt to never let any of her fellow jedi be taken for interrogation by the sith, no matter her own condition.
• She values her fellow Jedi and sees how each of them could be more useful than herself if someone had to be lost.
• Her self-esteem is actually pretty low, she just generally belies that she’s not good enough at whatever she does.
• She's stubborn, sarcastic, can be a bit of a smart-ass at times
• While she is good at hiding her emotions she does still feel them and can be rather fierce at times (For example, she's more than a little hateful/spiteful towards the Sith right now because of the Sacking of Coruscant, and while it may not be obvious the emotion is definitely there).
• She’s rash and self-destructive, pushing away the darkness that she doesn’t want to face rather than acknowledging it, accepting it, overcoming it, moving on.
• Her feelings for Xid (currently not fully acknowledged or accepted. She has no intention of ever confronting Xid about it right now)
• The care she has for those she considers friends
• Willingness to always take another’s place in a torture/interrogation session to spare others the experience.
• She's not the strongest, physically. She can easily be overpowered in a fight if you can get ahold of her.
• Her fighting style relies too heavily on not getting hit or grabbed by her opponent to actually get a hit in herself.
• She has no idea how she should attempt to make herself seem, what type of personality to project so that the Sith can’t read her as easily, and this ends up making her easier to read, at least every Sith will get the impression she’s either clueless or hiding something.

As a non-human, list what traits your character has specifically because of their Species.

Twi'lek's have:

• Lekku (or 'Brain Tails') - stores fat and acts as an erogenous zone, also contains part of the brain at the base. Extremely sensitive and a great vulnerability if targeted in battle.
  - LEFT= tchun
  - RIGHT= tchin
• As the lekku do contain a part of the Twi’lek’s brain, if they are damaged close enough to the base the brain itself could be directly and most likely irreversibly injured.
  • Any bleeding caused would be significantly more serious and the flow of blood in the lekku is much harder to stop without causing more damage. (ex: Tourniquets could do more harm than good as it’s hard to tell where the brain ends exactly and you may end up crushing the organ in an attempt to stop bleeding.)
  • If a Lek were to be completely severed, it doesn’t matter how close to the base, the Twi’lek is pretty much dead. If the brain wasn’t hit, they’ll bleed out in moments. (in the case of just the tip being cut off, that’s a much better chance of survival though it would be about as bad as losing a hand or foot and there’s still the risk of bleeding out if not acted upon quickly enough.)
• The ability to communicate silently and secretly with their lekku
• Sharp claw-like nails
• Multiple stomachs - allows Twi'leks to eat most foods
• Under normal circumstances, they have a higher body temperature than other humanoid species. (Hugs are always warm!)

Is your character any good at holding out against torture?

Yes, in fact. She’s reasonably good at keeping quiet under most circumstances through sheer willpower and determination. She’s stubborn and likes to screw with people, and holding out on the sith is a pretty good way of doing just that. She’s well aware of what should and should not be said -in the case of the sith, they should know nothing at all. Of course, having a high pain tolerance helps.

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

Kind and caring by nature, and fairly mischievous. When she's around people she likes she can be funny and lighthearted, but most of the time she tries to keep her thoughts and emotions to herself. If she appears mean or harsh, it's more than likely a farce. Shiri has no respect for anyone who believes she should respect them simply because they feel they are entitled to it. She rebels against those who believe they are better than someone else, and is more than happy to challenge them in an attempt to give them some humility.

Shiri believes that most of the time, you have to do things the right way to get the result you want or need, but when it comes to the Sith and dealing with the dark side whatever works best is what you should do. All Sith deserve to die, they’ve already made the choices which condemn them, and in some cases the ends do justify the means. Shiri will never trust a Sith on any occasion, even if they’ve swapped sides. Shiri takes pride in being a Jedi and enjoys learning as much as she can to try and make the universe a better place. She's decided that she wants to battle the dark side by either being an investigator or a Jedi Shadow, and that choice has led to many of her other choices throughout the years. Her goal is to become the best Jedi she can possibly be and save as many people as she can.

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

I just don’t want her to die, mentally, physically, or in spirit . If she dies she’s no fun to play anymore. That being said however.. I'm interested to see what kind of trouble she can get into. Give it your best shot.

Do you want your character to escape?

Yes, but in my own plans she likely won't. She will refuse to leave if doing so gives others a better chance of making it, and will always want to make an attempt to get everyone out. I do have plans where escape is possible for her, but they involve her breaking this "no-one gets left behind" mentality of hers.

how easily do you wish to be captured?

About as easily as it is to give a big dog who doesn't like water a bath. Possible to do without injury, but annoying as hell after a short while.

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

If she escapes, her ties to the light side will be set for life and she'll continue pursuing her goal to be a Jedi Shadow.

If she dies trying, well I just hope she was able to get the others out with her sacrifice then.

If she turns, she’ll be lost to the darkness forever. Unlike Zez, there’s not even a chance for her to go back to the light. She’ll keep trying to develop the skills that would have made her into a Jedi Shadow, but now she’ll be striving to use them against the Jedi rather than the Sith.

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

Not anymore.

[Ellri]

@vesuvius00@phoenixWhite@demonic Angel

Ashmir

• We would’ve liked to have more of the known flaws listed in the flaws section, but its a minor thing, really. Approved, we say. Approved.

Shiri

• Pyrokinesis - Power not approved. Following GM discussion, it has been determined that it will not be approved either. Would you please remove the two references to that power?
• Training in Force Stealth is usually done by a skilled practitioner, rather than a holocron, due to the restrictions on it in the Jedi Order. (this is not an objection to her having the power, mind you. That bit is already approved.)
• A month is a bit too long for the announcement to be delayed. A week tops is more plausible. (just replace “month” in that section with “week”. Quick, easy change.)
• Nice, long list of flaws.

Talon

• First of all, to help lingual improvement, we’ll point out those grammar mistakes we’ve noticed:
  
  • “Appearence” → appearance
  • Specially made → custom-design
  • “Instead of a shirt the teenager like to wear a vest” like → likes
  • “The less that’s able to be snagged” that’s → that is
  • “now inside the cell I will use to help steal important things from the guards.” I will use to → I will use it to
  • “Guess the woman thought it was best to place the best one into the fire then the potential amateur messing everything up” then → than
  • Nar shadda → Nar Shaddaa
  • For flow, it is recommended that small numbers are spelled out, rather than using numerals.
  • “They seemed to understand and nodded as a response allowing me to leave from their sights for now.”
    leave from their sights → leave their sight
  • Some uncapitalized uses of the personal pronoun “i”.
  • “Though when the woman’s sassy personality peek through the shadows” peek → peeks
  • “With the combined stubbornness of my pc’s as well as” pc’s → PC
  • At least one instance of double space between words.
  • Plural form of Jedi is Jedi. Its a funny word like that. Same goes for Sith.
  
  
  These errors should all be quick fixes.
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• When using the metric system to show things like the height/weight of an individual, there is no need for more than one decimal space.
• Scars like the ones you describe would most likely be more visible on a being without fur, though it could be noted that at least on humans, hairs growing in such places can at times have differing color. Just a thought, not something that must be changed.
• The descriptions of individual force powers seem to be based on her time as a jedi only, yet the paragraph above that implies she used the force prior to that too. It might not have been refined back then, but it was still used.
  It appears you do not fully understand what tutaminis is. Look here for more details about that. And/or ask Ellri/Echo in the chat.
• The Jedi not using the Force much is nonsense. The Jedi use the Force just as much as the Sith do. Its how and why that differs, not how much. (3rd last bio para)
• For early-level lightsaber training, the Jedi Order provides training sabers. These have strengthened containment fields, Something that renders them non-lethal. They still sting somewhat and burn a little when exposure to blade is prolonged, but they do not cut off any body parts.
• You’ve worked in numerous other flaws throughout the sheet. We’d really appreciate seeing some of them listed. For example, how she is rather naïve at times (which resulted in things like the “blood traitor” stuff.)
• “Personally I would like to give her captor to chase from the younglings area” her captor to → her captor a chance to

[Rtron]

Nazca

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?

Appearance

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. (Steel Grey eyes, reddish brown hair.) Yes, the armorweave is fused to my skin and the rings are fused to it.. 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.)

Though, supposedly, the ability where every night I leave my body to walk around me is a force one. I can’t control it. It’s really annoying at times too. I’m tired from a long day of training and meditating and I just want the beautiful abyss of sleep but nooo I have to be awake and wandering around. I’ve tried to go back into my body. It doesn’t work.

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 all but the most state of the art locks, pick pockets of anyone provided they’re not focused on my hands (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 though the very perceptive will catch me,(incredibly useful for cheating at card games) and hack your droids without higher functions. Basic maintenance droids and the like.

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 very 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 wookiee 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 instance 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. I was watching when it happened, leaving my body while I was sleeping to watch as my father talked to the thugs.

The next thing I knew, there was gun fire, my father was running into my room, jerking me back into my body, bloodied and injured, gathering me in his arms and struggling to get me to safety. 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 Wookiee, a Trandoshan, and a Gamorrean. You do not want to know the effort I put in in order to ensure that the Wookiee 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 Wookiee 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. I honestly think the only reason we lasted so long was because every night I would leave my body and begin to scout out the next target. 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 Wookiee 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 attached to my hands and arms (the rings wouldn't properly meld without armor weave on my arms). After I had screamed myself hoarse and passed out, they'd wake me up again. Nine times. They did that. Nine. 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. Truth or dare. Betting games. Hide an item and try to find it. Training if I’m really hard up for entertainment. 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. Torture is not something I can resist. So when they start cutting flesh, breaking bones, and vicious beatings I’ll be a sobbing wreck. Fun times right?

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 speed, 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 before throwing us together. (Koren is the one put in charge of Nazca, teaching her, guiding her, and keeping her out of trouble)

Talon- She was the one who looked after me when I was in the street urching gang. She was younger than me, but looked after me like I was her sister. Kept me alive and relatively sane. I'm still upset she up and left, but we haven't had time to address that.

Haven’t met any Sith, but they’re too much like the Hutts for my sake. Conniving, lying, bullying bastards.

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, speed, and agility based abilities of it. Provided she doesn’t die horribly, she could become a force to be reckoned with in terms of precision and finesse, rather than raw power.

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?

Nazca is easily influenced by her emotions, most notably her concern for her friends and her hatred of the Hutts and anything like them. Playing upon them should be childs play for anyone with half a brain, be it drawing out her rage or making her complacent with threats to her friends.

She’s not very resistant to pain or very good in a fight. Physical torture will be hard on her, and her mouth will likely make it far worse as she pisses her torturers off. If she’s ever backed into a corner anyone with either basic force training or basic combat training will have no problems dealing with her, especially considering that if she tries to punch something she'll break her fingers from the impact.

Nazca hates having things taken out of her control. She doesn’t like having to be at the mercy at others and unable to affect anything. Thusly, being a prisoner and trapped is driving her up the wall.

She has an intense phobia of being raped, the merest suggestion of her body being taken against her will enough to send her to the verge of panic.

Is your character any good at holding out against torture?

Nope. Fortunately, she knows nothing. Physical torture would affect her badly, as her pain threshold is not very high. However, her need to spite her torturers will prevent it from being an effective way of turning her.

Mental games, like convincing her that her actions are harming her friends or mocking her about her inability to do anything about the Hutts or her current situation is far more effective. Giving her impossible situations to win and telling her that if she fails something bad happens to her friends will affect her badly.

As noted in her flaws, sexual torture or the merest suggestion of it would be extremely effective.

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. Having grown up as a street urchin in Nar Shadda after her family was killed in front of her, a cheerful personality was needed to both convince targets that she’s not robbing them and stop herself from sinking into despair.

Her need for revenge against the Hutts is what primarily motivates her, though she does her best to hide it from the Jedi. She knows that they’ve already noted her extreme emotions, and desperately wishes to be avoid any further means they might take to help her move past her hatred. She doesn’t want to move on. She wants to go back and get revenge. She's extremely protective of her friends, desperate not to lose them like she's lost others.

She’s also incredibly spiteful. By all rights, she should easily fall to the Sith and the dark side, given how determined she is to get revenge on the Hutts and how easily she’s influenced by her emotions. However, simply because they’re torturing her and her friends, she’ll spit in their faces and curse them to the end.

Nazca is a bit of a control freak, disliking having it taken from her. She likes to be able to affect things, and hates being at the mercy of others, especially those she deems as enemies.

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. She’ll outright resist any attempts to free her if they try to free her.

how easily do you wish to be captured?

Nazca should be child's play for anyone remotely skilled in the force. Her innate ability of Force shadow should be discovered fairly quickly, making her valuable to Nyiss.

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.

Slight tweaks to Nazca made, kept the rings so they'd break her fingers.

[Ellri]

we could probably nitpick over all sorts of things for weeks on end for your sheet, @Vesuvius00, but that would be nitpicking, and @fallenreaper would not be pleased about that fact. Besides, we've all got that deadline. And your sheet is pretty decent now that those minor issues from last time have been taken care of.

Thus, would you kindly put it in the CS tab, as it is within the appropriate parameters for approval?

[Fallenreaper]

we could probably nitpick over all sorts of things for weeks on end for your sheet, @Vesuvius00, but that would be nitpicking, and @fallenreaper would not be pleased about that fact. Besides, we've all got that deadline. And your sheet is pretty decent now that those minor issues from last time have been taken care of.

Thus, would you kindly put it in the CS tab, as it is within the appropriate parameters for approval?

@Ellri

You got that right. *tugs Ellri's leash* :P

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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?

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. 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 Psychometry. It is an incredibly useful power, but a potentially dangerous one if used upon dead bodies. I know how to use the Force to stun my enemies, a helpful ability on the battlefield in particular. This is something I refuse to do. I am also trained in Crucitorn. I was trained by my master, during our first days fighting together in the war. He felt it was a necessary power to know in the event I was captured by the Empire. The Sith are known for their barbaric methods of torture, Master Ze figured the power would help me resist any physical torture. I have trained myself in the power, but never used it in an actually applicable situation. I should be able able to withstand a solid amount of pain with Crucitorn, but I fear anything more extreme might cause the power to falter in my usage of it.

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 numerous 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.

I was reassigned to a new master, Gar Halcorr. Master Halcorr aided me greatly in overcoming the death of my former master. In the few years I spent under his tutelage he helped to echo the importance of constant self improvement as well as inner calmness. 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. This is where I als omade the mistake of using my psychometry power on a corpse for the first time. As I touched upon a fallen Sith soldier I experienced his last moments. It allowed me get a small insight upon the battle plan of the Imperials, but the pure rush of overpowering emotions shock me to my core. I swore never to use the power like that again, that brief moment I did the closest I ever felt to the dark side of the Force. 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, though I did not start of training with two. The first form I was taught was Shii-Cho, which I learned with just one lightsaber. I am of average strength with this form. 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’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 have also taken it upon myself to learn Djem So, it fits with my style of combat well.

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 been affected by his intense time on the frontlines, his years of battlefield combat 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. Physical torture he should be able to handle, unless it's incredibly brutal. Mental and emotional torture would be a different story, Denso's unique experience as a frontlines combatant has given him an almost soldier like viewpoint in some situations. If this is exploited in torture correctly in mental or emotional torture, then it could be an effective way to 'break' him.

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.

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 ]ed 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 - About average for his age and experience, could improve with training.
• Force Lightning - Slightly above average in capablity and strength with this power. He favors it in combat, mixing it in with his rapid paced lightsaber styles.
• Force Fear - Weak, he has just learned the power. Would probably work on weak minded beings, but anyone with resistance to the Force wouldn't be harmed by it.

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 would be a difficult combatant for a Jedi padawan, or even a younger knight. Anyone greater than that and the odds start to be stacked against me. 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 use the Force to aid me in unarmed combat, though I'll always prefer to use my lightsaber to fight. From my master Jewel I have learned basic slicing techniques.

I’m relatively calm, composed and charismatic for a Sith, though I’m still learning Sith ‘politics’. I can get some other Sith to like me, but I have no experience with manipulating others. I am also a bit paranoid of being manipulated myself, I'll try my best to get others to like me, but I have to be very careful that I do not play into their hands.

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 my finger 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 robed 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. Speciesism 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. She chose me because I have potential and am utterly devoted to serving her, and becoming stronger from her teachings.

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. She does not approve of my negation of my Force powers, it is something I will have to work on.
  (TBA other relations)

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 speciesism 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?

@Ellri@Fallenreaper@Sundered Echo

Finally made the asked changes to the sheets.

[Demonic Angel]

Prisoner: Talon Soule

Talon

Technical data

Name: My name is Talon Soule.
Species: I'm an Amaran.
Age: I’m 16
Gender: I'm female.
Faction: I'm a part of the Jedi Order.
Rank: My rank is a Padawan.
Master: Currently I have no master.
Former master(s): His name was Ceros Spiralfall and he was killed outside the temple during the sacking.
Time/location of capture: I was outside in the training grounds at the Jedi Temple 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?

appearance:

(maximum measurements on both height and weight)
Height off the ground: 38.1 centimeters
Head to body: 47.6centimeters
Tail: 55.2 centimeters
Weight: 10.7 kilograms
Fur color:Dark Red with light red patches which are located where the scars are located
Eye color: Yellow
Body Build: Unlike most Amarans, Talon is much slimmer in build. The girl is lighter than most of her kind, but what the teenager lacks in physical strength she makes up for with her power in the Force.

Scar locations
Back: In the middle of her back is a slash mark starting at the left of the bottom of her back and ending in a complete single segment at the middle. Another segment begins almost nearly (give or take a few centimeters off the given number) six centimeters above it and finishing at the top of her right shoulder. On the back of her left shoulder there's been different insults carved into the skin. There are inscribed in different languages, all roughly translating to blood traitor. The phrase shows the guild that this specific person has chosen a better life instead of keeping their blood oath until death, something which every person in that group should mean death to the traitor, but due to being considered one of the great artists Talon was able to be released only after a massive gang beating. As well as a promise to never step back on their moon. The wording stops a few centimeters from the slash and over onto her left side.

Clothes~
Normal Outfit- A dark colored shirt with a pair of matching trousers, and the traditional Jedi robe. Underneath her clothes she wears normal armor (custom design of course) for extra protection.

Undercover Outfit- Instead of a shirt the teenager likes to wear a vest. She still keeps to the traditional trousers of her kind. But when on an undercover job the Amaran tries to keep it towards a pitch black color to blend into shadows and the night.

Reason for the vest: The less that is able to be snagged the better.
Reason for the color: For quick escapes best go with what blends in naturally. The only thing I would have to do is to close my eyes and just like that I'm gone like a shadow.

Extra items- Gold Earrings- Stolen from a crime boss back on her home planet. The girl uses them more of a reminder of her former glory years as a hardcore thief.

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

I used to blame my own mistakes on others like a spoiled child. Now as I look back at how my life used to be, I wonder if there weren’t other options I hadn’t considered? The fault was my own. My master told me to save myself, yet all I could think about were the younglings who needed help inside the temple. My adoptive family had turned their backs on me for wanting a better life away from home, so what would those kids have thought if no one tried to help them? My emotions had taken over that day.

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

Since my life revolved around staying hidden in the shadows there wasn't much need for fighting, until I had become part of the Jedi Order that is. The Force helps with my speed: making dodging attacks or blocking much more successful than before, and helping to heighten my reflexes. Granted I still have much to learn in this subject.

Force Skills~
1. Force Speed (Moderate)- The most valuable skill I know. This has gotten me out of plenty of jams, especially when my master and I would train together. I trained by running around the temple training ground to keep this skill sharp but now inside the cell I will use it to help steal important things from the guards.

2. Telekinesis (Moderate)- Funny story behind this specific skill. When a target was too tall to reach I would focus on what I wanted from them and it came to me. Who would have thought the last person I was trying to steal from would become my master? I was able to refine this skill when I had entered the Jedi temple.

3. Force sense (Moderate)- Sometimes my instincts scream for me to jump into action first and then worry about consequences later. As my personal warning system I've thankfully stopped using the head on approach almost completely.

4. Force Stun (Moderate)- My fourth favorite thing to use. Personally I don't really like striking up close though in some cases you don't have a choice. A quick and painless way to keep your enemy in one place for so long before making a get away.

5. Tutaminis (Intermittent)- Honestly I don't really use this skill anymore. Due to being harmed in the past I’ve always been frightened to use this skill. Not adding the fact that my instincts are more prone to flight than fight,

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

*Stealing~ Imagine a guard walking up to your cell with his gun inside its holster or a smaller object within your grasp. What if this object could be used to help you escape? What if this object contains something which could be sent to the other Jedi? Or even better can be used to barter with other prisoners? In my opinion all of these are a good reason to take a chance and go for it. Worst case scenario: you're caught and are the first to be tortured today.

*Slicing~ Richer targets use some sort of security system that needs a slicer’s touch. As far as the Sith are concerned: the Jedi are the most valuable objects in this prison, and the cells are the safes. Yes, I'm using thieving terms to make my point, and I do apologize for this, but as it's the only way I know how to explain the skill I'm still going to use it. Essentially the objective of this skill is to hack through the defenses without tripping an alarm, although unfortunately I have very little skill in this department.

*Information Gathering~ Every Jedi has a possibility of running into ambush or even running into a battle which they're unprepared for. In order to help our comrades be better prepared I keep my ears opened and towards the ground. Every little piece of information could mean life or death. Inside a prison, with the enemy all around you, the chance of turning to the darkside or even dying is so much higher than in battle. There's no way to tell if a Jedi is working with the Sith, blabbing out our escape plans to them, or even if there's a Sith hidden among us. Hence why information is that much more crucial to know.

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

A choice is an opened path and each path leads towards a new goal. These endpoints can change throughout life or even approaching a different route due to the person's perspective. People view these paths as either good or evil. What they don't see is that we all walk an invisible line, leaning one way more than the other, until it snaps apart. In return whichever way we're leaning against the most is where we're staying put at. When you meet the others with the ideals like you it makes all the difference in the world. There’s also a chance of someone coming into your existence and helping develop what you once thought. To guide you towards the best path to believe in so you aren't tempted into your old lifestyle or into unknown territory which could cause harm towards others that you vowed to protect.

I’m guessing most people start off by telling their parent's name and what the couple did for a living but...I'm unable to tell you that information. It isn't like I don't want to tell. The problem lies with me being an orphan living on the streets. Hell I don't even have a photo or even own something which once belonged to them. I don’t remember their faces so I couldn’t proudly point the couple out and announce to the world these amazing people created me. It's funny how something so stupid would be a secret yearning for me but then again I guess it's only silly to those who have such things. To those who can't imagine a life without family surrounding you constantly. If you don't have parents then perhaps an overprotective guardian that tells you what to do and what not to do.

In reality each person thinks that they're invincible. Every thief assumes a certain position makes them invisible from passing guards but in fact they're not. Most will tell you height doesn't make a difference as long as your skills are sharp as the blade you carry, even so, that is not always the case. Height is a hidden factor which has to be considered at every opportunity. The only thing which would most likely blindside you would be a comrade betraying you just to become the new guild’s favorite but then again I couldn't precisely blame him. At first I did. Hell in all truth I wanted to kill the son of bitch without a second thought, and now that I think about it closely I was the cause of the pain hidden in the background. Please don’t assume I’m trying to place all the blame upon the child because I’m not. In order to completely understand the situation you needed to be there. From the day he had run away from his father’s massive criminal status, where a single spark of kindness could harm the man’s fragile reputation, to the day he had nearly gotten me caught. How did the boy escape his old life you might be wondering. Well this question is rather easy to answer. By slipping through the ultra thin cracks laid out in front of him. Leading the young man towards the background. This would have also brought the child’s status down from being a puppet master to a puppet himself. Evey limb being forced to move by an invisible string and every decision could lead to his last breath.

Our mission was to steal from a big crime boss that had shamed our leader days ago. Personally the thought of a vendetta left a sour taste in my mouth but I knew if we questioned her there would be a beating afterwards. I glanced to my right, noting a particular twitch of my partner’s hand, as the woman in front of us spoke as fast as possible. Most days I wouldn't have pushed the mysterious reaction in the back of my mind but then again it had been a good year. I guess I was feeling such thoughts would have weakened my skills. We had a decent plan. My partner in crime would act out the role of lookout and distraction while I slowly crept to them. Guess the woman thought it was best to place the best one into the fire than the potential amateur messing everything up. Yeah the kid was a fast learner but he still was fighting the old morals which were taught to him by his father. When the mission first started everything was going great and then the child triggered his playing card. One minute the guy was keeping look out for the guards from a distance and the next thing I knew he was speaking to an armed guard while pointing in my general direction. When the person started to walk my way I knew it was time to run. After I saw something in the corner of my eye instincts screamed to run so I did.

Usually darkness is the best time to strike for several different types of criminals. Yes thieves are well known for stalking the streets on Nar Shaddaa in hopes to get either a bite to eat, somewhere to lose the guards that protect your target’s home, or to save themselves from a massive beating. It's extremely hard when you failed to meet the boss' goals as you were often punished for it. In fact this was how I had in truth met Nazca. I took a right into an alleyway, guards nipping at heels due to catching me in the act of attempting to steal from a stranger, I managed to duck inside this abandoned building allowing a sense of safety to flood inside my mind. Little did I know there was another hideaway spending the night. When we were face to face neither of us dared to speak for a few minutes from fear of being discovered. I don't remember who had spoken first but after what seemed like forever we started talking and decided to keep together.

After some time together I slowly introduced Nazca to our little family unit. I wonder if this was the starting event which destroyed the invisible strings or was it the beginning of something more...honestly I don't know the answer to this question. In my heart I knew something was about to change yet I had pushed it aside. When the Jedi landed on our lonely moon I was curious. I had never seen such a person as him, even though our leader commanded all of us yeasayers to stay away from him, and even though we were told this I felt drawn towards him. Around the man the atmosphere felt peaceful. As of nothing was wrong with the world. Granted I knew that it wouldn't last.

I never knew how the man saw where my hands was pointing at but then again few the past few weeks I've noticed I had developed a new trick to help add to mine and Nazca’s number limit. All I had to do was just imagine what I wanted off of the person, from purses set aside to speak to store owners, or wallets that men hand inside their pockets just a few feet away. As if to make my wish come true the objects would float towards me, making me think that I've developed some sort of magical power at the age of seven. Then again back then I had always imagined that I was destined for something greater. Anyways when we first met I had just turned eight though right off the bat I had already called this man for a target. The one thing which caught my attention was when our leader mentioned something about being careful until more information about this stranger was collected, only then would a team would be picked to make our newly found target at home, her little key phrase for a hit and run type of robbery. Granted this type of attack would lead to success eventually. Then again she must have known a handful of us were dying for the to prove ourselves to her. Guess this was apart of her plan all along. Weave out the impatient ones so the best could be chosen and all the two of us had to do was wait for our chance to strike, at times I would wonder if Nazca was going to just rush at him, forcing me to play my hand on sight. Yet the young woman never even dared to. Understably I couldn't blame the girl if she had rushed things. There were several times I asked her if she wanted to make a move but the answer was always the same.

Days passed and the time to strike had reared it’s small tempting head. A taunt which neither of us could even resist. Nazca had decide to bother the man while he watched some of our other champions’ special mission. A perfect opportunity laid out for the two of us. Ripe enough not to ignore. We spoke off to the side, making sure we couldn't be heard by him, and after a few moments we finally had a plan. Nazca had played the lost little child exceptionally while I had taken my time to climb up onto the house’s rooftops. Here I wouldn't have to risk to chance of him seeing me and honestly I had thought we had accounted for everything… Boy were we wrong. I had never seen it anything like it. One second the shiny object on his belt is coming towards me and the next it was inside his hand, eyes looking upwards in my direction, causing both of us to retreat in a rush.

Days dragged on and none of the teams had even gotten close from stealing at least something from the man, in fact this seemed to had dampened our spirits, making the normal jobs that much more of a difficult task. Sometimes the two of us would just disappear for most of the day and plot out our next brilliant plan. Eventually we would fail our task then go home filled with frustration and shame on the way home. But there was a very strange event that had taken effect one day. I was walking down the street, lost in thoughts over how to get Nazca to go off world with me, and without releasing it I was being followed. It wasn't until I have turned into a end had I noticed his presence. The man introduced himself while I stayed silent. I wasn't sure what to say or how to act with a much better person in front of me. When the man asked for my name it had dawned on me that I never had one to begin with. Hell I never once was asked if I had one or even wanted one, so I chose the first one that piped inside my mind. For some strange reason the name sounded perfect. He said that it was unique then walked towards with me. Honestly I did trust him and when he opened his hand the words catch was mentioned. The guy asked me on how long I was planning on playing this game with my gift. I stood there for a few minutes trying to find the answer myself then just shrugged. The person mentioned something about a staying for a few more days while on assignment and if I wanted to he would take me away from this place but I had to leave everything behind me. Emotions flooded my body making me confused. Did I want to leave everything behind or did I just want to bring one person with me? How could I convince this person to bring along my sibling? Then it dawned on me. What if I can convince him that she's special like me?

I started to play around the idea. Dropping hints that there was someone else just like me. At first the person didn't seem interested with meeting another thief but eventually the lies started to hit home, making him curious. The man told me to bring her the next day, bringing a smile to my face, yet little did I know someone had saw me speaking to him. The next day I was brought in front of the group and was asked some questions. As a habit I told our leader the truth only to be rewarded with a massive beating from our ever growing family. Every single person was forced to participate then carve into my left shoulder a single phrase in the language that they spoke; Blood traitor.

My choices were limited now and for the very first time I had wanted to make them all pay. Even though I had lost my family there was a new path opened to me. One far away from this god forsaken moon making the choice that much more accessible without anything to hold me back. The man would soon be done with his work and for this I was grateful for. On instinct my body had started wandering the streets, as if searching for something I had lost, until he was standing in front of me. This guy had caused me so much trouble since that day. Did he do it on purpose? Was this the person’s plan along? To force me into a dark and lonely corner with no escape? Or was it a corner which the only escape was the way he wanted me to go? I forced my paws to move forwards, attempting to hide the pain and blame from his ever searching eyes, then stopped at his side. I told the man I wanted to go away. As far away as he could take me. He agreed rather easily saying something about a Jedi Temple where I would be staying at for now on. Thankfully this person was unaware of my true plans. To get away from this world as well as him.

The man’s ship was incredible. So much room to run around, so many places to hide, though there was one other person there. At first the fur on my neck stood upwards and a hiss escaped my lips forcing the young man to stop in their tracks. My ears slowly inched downwards, teeth baring their white gleam, as if warning them to stay away. I decided right then and there to keep away from them both. One because I was beginning to like the word isolation better than friends. Second if this person was with this guy than I would be gaining a double dose of nothing more than trouble and pain. The youngest of the two slowly started walking forwards and held out a hand with a kind smile while introducing himself. I just rolled my eyes at the jester, slapping the limb from my reach, before telling the two to stay away from me or else things would become difficult during their journey. They seemed to understand and nodded as a response allowing me to leave their sight for now. Eventually I had entered inside a room to watch the view from outside until I heard a knock on the door I called out for the person to go away but apparently they had decided to ignore my wishes, granted I was already sort of used to this already. They told me that everything would be alright and that the Jedi would take very good care of me. I didn't believe any of this. How could you promise something that you can’t guarantee in the first place? It didn't make any sense so I just nodded in agreement to get them to shut up.

H’ratth was unlike Nar Shaddaa in so many ways. My footsteps felt extremely lighter, the atmosphere was far more humid, and so fucking hot! Why was it so hot? Had they not heard of the phrase never go somewhere hot with fur on? To be honest I wasn’t a happy person in the slightest. My eyes searched the surrounding area for anything I could help me cool off only to frown at what looked to be a dense forest area. Personally I began to second guess my choice.

The walked through the forest was silent. It was easy to get lost inside this place due to there not being a marked trail that this specific group knew about. This was common with newly formed thief guilds back home, thought they never seem to last and members would seep inside ours like a bunch of glory hounds, but the way they had made this small unit sound was that they had been formed for a very long time. So I couldn't help but mentally question why there was a lack of markers. Where they trying to keep in the background or were they hiding from something much more dangerous? I weighed my opinions and decided that it was best to stay put for a while. At least until I had learned the landscape and these Jedi’s schedules. No sense in diving in if it's going to get you killed. I don’t know how long my mind had wandered for but the sounds of voices caused me to snap back to the present. There was so many people here, making my hands itch with anticipation, as we continued to walk.

The two men walked with me for a while, introducing me to as many masters as they could, before mentioning something about departing. Honestly I was a bit upset about this. I had learned so much about them and yet here I was being abandoned once again. I tried to convince them to stay only to be told that they had another job to do and that must stay here and train with others. A fact which had not been discussed with me. I felt my blood boil from this newly formed fact and snared for them to leave now. This didn’t seem to work right away. The two said that they would escort me to the medical room before leaving me behind despite how much I screamed for them to leave me alone like they had originally planned. They seemed to look at each other then silently agreed about something and before I knew it I was picked up like a child. I was carried to the medical room by force and once they had gotten me inside they had left as promised. Once again I had felt the darkness shove me into a corner and surround me like an old friend.

A few days had past and my injuries had heal physically. The emotional ones however hadn’t. In the beginning my mind was set on escaping this hell hole and now I wasn’t so sure. The people were kind and welcoming which made my stomach toss and churn at the sickening masks. Every new face that arrived just added to this fake sense of security and everyone was following along with it, not that I was one to talk. So I already knew that my escape plans were now void. My brain had seeped into wandering mood when someone had called out my name. My tail flickered to the right side and then to the left as I answered the voice with a snide tone. I have no clue if she had been frightened at my response or if she had brushed it off as a bad day but the girl had decided to introduce herself as I watched the ships land and then once again take off to somewhere new. I nodded my head as I kept my head forward as she spoke of meeting the others. This had gotten my attention fairly quickly. I know that there was supposed to be a group of kids that were in the same boat as myself but in a way I never thought this was true. I mean I had only seen this young woman inside the medical room and when she attempted to speak to my I had just snared a remark at her. I was curious as to why she wasn’t keeping her distance. I don’t remember what the answer was exactly but I still like to believe it was because you were lonely. Heh. Kinda cheesy I know but I guess I secretly wanted a friend. I nodded and walked with her to meet the others.

The room that they taught us in was larger than I was used to. Then again I was never given the chance to go to such things. I was feeling completely out of place here even though I was slowly feeling that I made the perfect choice of staying. The Masters tried to do their best to make the teachings to best fit the students and yet I was still having trouble with the lessons. On meditations I would twitch my ears, flicked my tail, or sometimes move my leg on way or another. Thankfully they had shifted my focus on walking around the room and allow my mind to slip into a meditative state. This had proven to be a much better option. The one thing that I still have an issue with si the Jedi code. I understand each word yet I can't help but question the methods. I knew that I wanted to keep to this as much as possible yet I knew from experience that sometimes you needed to do things in your own way. Even if it meant breaking the one thing you wanted to keep sacred.

When they had decided to teach us something called force I looked at the Master with confusion. She began explain about what the force actually was and what we were able to do with it. The woman then proceeded to explain reasons on why we don't use it for selfish reasons which just added even more confusion inside my mind. I tried so hard to focus on each word but a flood of questions forced their way inside. What if there was a Sith in front of us and we didn’t have a choice but to use our force abilities? What if the only way to explain to a person, who was what they called force sensitive? What if we were about to be captured or even killed by our enemies? This question was the conflicting to me. When we were dismissed I walked up to her and calmly asked a few of my massive amount of question, which she seemed rather eager to answer, though I wonder if it was just because I had asked after class. Just because the girl was able to take her time to properly explain things in a way that I would easily understand.

After a few days of explanation and then the training started. We were each taught different types of moves, how to use a lightsaber safely, and basic survival skills that at the time I had assumed was completely useless. The only force skill that I had trouble with was Tutaminis because I couldn't completely focus on this skill. My mind would flash back to the times I had spent with Nazca, whom I missed dearly, then running around on a much familiar terrain. One that I had grown to know like the back of my hand. Tell me where to go back home and I would be able to find it blindfolded but here even though I was still learning it by heart was foreign to me. I guess at the time I had slowly become home sick but I also knew the dangers of going back there. The scars on my back would be a small insect bite compared to what they would have in store for people like me.

Honestly I have no clue what in the world the Jedi were thinking about giving children deadly weapons. Hell I was afraid that it would cut my snout. Thankfully the teacher that they were nonlethal though if left on your skin for a certain amount of time unchecked we would in fact receive a burn. I glared at the Master, waiting to rip him down one side and up another, before I was able to bite my tongue. He explained what we had inside our hands, how to turn it on and off, before explaining what we would be learning in class. At first I started questioning these people’s actions. What were they thinking giving children weapons without properly explaining what they were? What if someone was hurt? Were they trying to weave out the weakest and keep the strongest? Yes, I suppose that it was a bit ridiculous to start questioning the ones who had saved me from complete hell. But I couldn't help it. I might have been being to get used to being around other again but I was still ready to run when the beatings would being.

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

Pressure Tolerance- The pressure of the constant fear inside the prison, mixed with everyone’s ever drowning fears, tend to mentally drain me. If we do escape there's only a certain amount of time before guards and Sith are ushered out for us.

Pain Threshold
* Physical- I would like to think I have a medium physical pain tolerance. One of the many advantages to being a thief. Mainly because of who there is to steal from in Nar Shaddaa. Yes, there are tourists and most have a lot of coins waiting to be claimed by a new owner. But the bigger fishes are those who are into a indubitable dangerous line of work, those are the job you have a high chance of dying on but the adrenaline rush during the escape is incredible.

*Mental- Death it's a new subject for me but it's different when you learn that you were the cause of it. I guess I've always been mentally unstable even before my adoptive family had found me. Yes, they would always me that my parents were murdered and there was nothing that they could do. But in the back of my mind I had a feeling that they were wrong. Then the only person that looked up to me had vanished just as suddenly as she appeared. Revenge out ranking newly formed family. Lastly the final thing to break my love of working with others was when the small thief guard abandoned me just for wanting a better life.

*Emotional- Jedi are supposed to be heartless in their approach yet for some reason I can't help but want to be praised by those around me. Childish I know but I have this urge to make as many people see a completely different side than those back home have seen. As if I'm trying to prove that not everyone who lived in a criminal organized moon are just scum looking for lives to ruin.

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

Lightsaber~ Original yellow lightsaber

Fighting style~ Ataru

Have you encountered other prisoners or Sith in the past?

Jedi
Nazca- Met while living at Nar Shaada. When the girl first joined Talon had trained her in thieving. Though their sisterly bond soon diminished when the older woman chose revenge over family which was considered a big mistake.

Cerria-Talon and Cerria had gone to the same Jedi temple before the sacking. Granted the woman attempted to keep minimal contact with others after leaving her home granted it wasn't ever the case.

Shiri~ The fox doesn't really mind her being around considering most times the young woman ignores Shiri. Though when the woman’s sassy personality peeks through the shadows Talon just wants to tell her to grow up.

Sith- none

Out of Character

How powerful is (s)he in the Force?

Inside my thoughts I would like to say about high Padawan. Not quite at Knighthood but possibly close to it. Though since she asked to get some more quick training in before taking the knight test we’ll never be positive or at least until her next master thinks she's really for the tests.

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

If ever running into the Strike Team/ Rescuers before I have to say 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?

Flaws- Still Steals~ Every Jedi knows a Sith won't give up their weapons or plans. Well unless you are somehow able to kill them. As a former criminal, who uses their skill for bee tee side of the force, these skills will help. Besides I know I'm jinxing my luck here but who in the world would pay much attention to a small furry fox? Yes, they're probably aware of where I'm from but it seems to me everyone lets their guard down around me.

Naive~ Before the teenager hadn’t even considered herself being under constant surveillance, much like how they leader had the newly joined members. She had trusted her group full heartedly. Then when some of the members came to her and asked the girl to follow then she had a bad feeling. When she learned of this during her “trial” she was shocked. After all why would they place one of their star criminals under surveillance like a starving dog? It turns out that some blocked that she was a spy for some of their targets. This is why the Amaran was allowed to live until she stepped foot back onto her home moon. To be used as a lesson for her true Boss.

Trust issues~ Years ago before the teenager was forced away from her home she had a partner. The young man was a fast learner and quick on his feet. Yet unknowing to the group jealously had formed inside his heart, making a secret urge to get rid of one of his contenders. Fortunately this hadn't been as successful as the guy had hoped it would have been.

Isn't able to stay in hot climates~ Fur and hot weather doesn't mix well

Is your character any good at holding out against torture?

In my mind Talon can handle physical torture a lot better than emotional or even psychological torture. This is mostly due to living on Nar Shaddaa with Nazca. Though after the woman left for revenge I would think there would be abandonment issues which the Sith could use against her fairly well. Emotionally wise finding out about of her Master’s death being her fault so many times will sadden her and eventually allow her to slip into depression, making the darkside sound much better, than the light.

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

Traits
*Cunning~ Just like everyone inside the Amaran kind the girl is able to work her way out of the most difficult situation. Her sly outlook of life would be considered foolish or even ill-willed to other Jedi. This is because she sees both sides of the coin as not completely right due to having to do dark actions sometimes in order to survive. Even though the young woman has this out look she tries to be a perfect Jedi, granted it doesn't always happen, and the methods might be slightly bending the rules.

*Isolation~ This is what she prefers though when it comes to a fellow criminal the girl doesn't mind breaking this rule. The reason she prefers isolation is because this is just part of her kind. They tend to keep to their work unless they are trying to woo a mate or has a family. Though towards other Amaran’s Talon is still a child until her 18th birthday, which massively bothers the young woman.

*Loyal~ Even though the teenager prefers to work alone when faced with a massive task, that can't be completed without others, she will show the utmost loyalty. There will be backstabbing for her though her pride tends to show more often around those who compliment Talon’s skills.

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

I'm mostly fine with any gore or horror genre out there and as I took time to rethink this question I've decided to allow players to be creative with their torture methods. Yes, I sound as if I'm complaining a lot but to be honest I'm absolutely ecstatic about seeing if those plans will succeed or not.

Do you want your character to escape?

For my character escaping the answer would be yes, though not as quickly as other pcs. One I've heard that other players were making plans to escape and not even placing them into action after a simple failure. With the combined stubbornness of my PC as well as her players I would like to help put these plans into action. Even if she gets captured on the way of getting others out. The second would be for IC reasons. I want there old sister bond which Nazca and Talon once had to be rekindled. Mainly because she'll be able to display emotions which the Sith can use against her. Though when called a furry animal she tends to get rather pissed off and after being called this a week or so Talon will unfortunately lose her temper.

How easily do you wish to be captured?

Personally I would like to give her captor a chance to chase from the younglings area, into the halls, and into the battle in the training grounds. But as I think about it realistically I doubt that there will be a chase. In truth, I would have to unfortunately say she would most likely get captured fairly easy. Though doesn't mean I won't try.

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

I can see Talon stealing what she can off of the guards, keeping things like weapons and other object that would help Jedi’s skills, as she continues to plot an escape route. The main person the girl would be addressing and possibly arguing with would be Nazca. After an x amount of days she would spring into action, attempting to get as many followers out with informations that was collected, then pass that onto one of them and play distraction for the Sith.

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Astera Nalin

Technical data

Name: Astera Nalin
Species: Zelosian
Age: 46
Gender: Female
Faction: Jedi Rescuer
Rank: Jedi Knight
Master: N/A
Former master(s): A man by the name of Seri White, who died in battle a little less than a decade ago.
Homeworld: Zelos II
Trained at: The Jedi Praxeum on Arkania
Spoken Languages: Basic and Zelosian
Written Languages: Just Basic, and that's hard enough.

Concerning you

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

I have a triangular face with well-defined features. Thin lips and almond-shaped eyes, high and narrow cheekbones with small ears and a cute nose. I'm somewhat proud of how I look, and I take care of myself to make sure I'm always presentable. My hair is shoulder-length and a reddish brown color, and complements my species' bright green eyes well. My skin is mostly smooth, save for a few nasty scars, and has a barely noticeable green tint- a Zelosian’s version of a tan, otherwise my skin is pale due to the lack of red pigment in my blood and body. I am 5'8" (~1.7 meters tall) and weigh about 120 lbs (~55 kg). I'm quite modest in how I dress, preferring to cover as much of my body as possible. Along with my normal outfit, I wear the traditional brown Jedi robe, and always carry my green-bladed lightsaber with me by tucking it into a hidden pocket in my belt. If you were to ever see me without my clothes -a very unlikely situation- you would be able to see that my right leg is completely cibernetic from my mid-thigh down. The only other way someone could know of this is if they were able to hear the mechanical parts moving when I walked, or if I told them.

Face and outfit

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

Well, I am dyslexic, so it’s hard for me to read something and get it right on the first try without focusing, and this also affects my ability to write. Though I suppose you're looking for me to point out one of the things that I can still try to change?

In battle, I am not against harming my opponent when necessary but I prefer not to take any life, so sometimes I may not use as much force as is needed until I realize that I do need to try harder. I would also describe myself as soft-hearted, which would explain why I’m here as a rescuer rather than a member of the strike team. I cannot bring myself to leave someone who is suffering or in need of help, and I often don’t think past the present moment before attempting to help because, in my experience, if you wait it's too late.

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

Telekinesis - (Master) I have extreme amounts of both strength and control with this skill, as I should as a Sage.

Serenity Trance - (Master) A brief and specialized meditative state for use in battle. If I can do this for even just a few seconds mid-battle it will allow me to regain my focus and power.

Center of Being - (Master) Another specialized form of meditation, and a stance used in lightsaber combat. When in such a state, I can almost unconsciously defend from even the most flowing random attacks and feints.

Force Empathy - (Master/Innate) I’m a natural empath, and can pick up other’s emotions with little effort. Almost all my training with this has been in order to control what I sense, and to tune out the emotions that could cause me to loose my own calm or harm me.

Alter Damage - (Advanced) I don’t wish to harm my opponent any more than necessary, and this skill is perfect for that purpose. I’m able to prevent my strikes from doing barely any damage at all if I want, and I have a great amount of control over this ability to ensure that.

Mind Trick - (Advanced) I am able to defend myself against most mind tricks, and able to trick most anybody if they’re not defending themselves as well. I’ve never really tried to trick another force user before, as I’ve had no reason to try it on Jedi, and with the Sith I’m usually too busy fighting or throwing things around with telekinesis to try it.

Comprehend Speech - (Advanced) I am easily able to grasp and comprehend the meaning of alien words when attempting to communicate with any being I would not normally be able to understand. Use of this skill takes minimal effort and it’s become automatic on my part when encountering anyone I would not normally understand.

Force Sight - (Intermediate) While most younglings are taught to sense what’s around them with the force, I studied this further as a way to compensate for my species’ blindness in the dark. I’m not the best at this, I’ll leave that to the Miraluka, but I’m able to use it just well enough that I can do most anything in the dark that I normally would be able to. Better even, as in the dark I don’t have to worry about dyslexia affecting anything I read. The Force interprets words and images much better than my own mind, it seems.

Force Healing - (Intermediate) I can heal myself or another, but it won’t do much. I can heal mild wounds and take the edge off of worse ones, but any severe wound would take a lot of focus to do anything to, and would most likely need many treatments to completely heal. I have trained with this skill enough to no longer need to meditate in order to use it, but it doesn’t hurt to do so anyway.

Detoxify Poison - (Intermediate) I originally wanted to learn this skill in an attempt to see if I could neutralize the effect that sugar has on me, as other species have been able to do the same with alcohol. It does take the edge off, but I’m a lightweight when it comes to ‘drinking’. Other toxins are much easier to neutralize, and tend to clear my system in about half the time they normally would when I focus.

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

I know quite a few things about plants, how to tend to them and help them grow as well as useful ways to use them and which ones are ok to eat, I’ve even got a few good recipes for on-the-field; normal, I think one would imagine considering I am a plant.

Aside from my green thumbs, I have a meticulous attention to detail and a good memory. I’m quite adaptable, and able to analyze a situation to quickly make decisions based on what I know in that moment.

Socially, I’m good at avoiding confrontations and arguments. I tend to keep an optimistic outlook on problems, and am easily able to keep calm and in-control when under pressure.

I am ambidextrous, meaning that both of my hands can be used to wield a blade to equal ability in combat, and it’s rather handy for tasks needing precision and dexterity, though I’m not much of a tinkerer or anything of the like. As a Zelosian, I am able to survive for long periods of time so long as I have sunlight and water. I don’t necessarily have to eat food to live, though it helps to eat because then I regain my energy a little quicker than when relying only on sunlight.

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

I can barely remember anything of my time before I was found by the Jedi Order as a 5-year-old. The earliest memory I have is of a game I played with the other younglings at the Praxeum on the planet Arkania.

As a youngling I was a studious child, but not nearly as much as I should have been. My attentions always strayed off the current task, even when I tried to meditate and focus on the force. In an attempt to help me learn to focus, one of the teachers came up with a test to try and find out what the problem was. I have a natural ability to sense the emotions of those around me, even when they were hiding them on the surface. This empathy caused many distractions, and it got so hard to focus past it sometimes that I had to go somewhere I’d be completely alone so I could practice using the force at all.

Yet once I was able to focus I found that certain aspects of the force came to me with ease, skills such as sensing my surroundings and using telekinesis. Focus continued to be my greatest challenge until I became a Knight, but until then I practiced as much as I could at tuning out my own emotions and the emotions of others. Eventually I got to the point where it was effortless to do, but admittedly it was slow going until I actually became a padawan. My master was a great help in learning this control.

I was 13 when I passed the initiate trials, and when I first met Seri White, or Master Seri as I would call him. He was an old Knight who had trained two padawans before me, both of whom had passed the Knight’s trials on their first attempt. Seri was a good teacher, a highly skilled Jedi, and a kind, tolerant person. It never ceased to amaze me how he cared about all the people he came into contact with during missions. He made sure to protect even his enemy from the threat they posed, to others and to themselves. I like to think I learned this trait from him, though it was not one he made any true effort to pass on to me. "Compassion is the belief that all life is precious and important. Just because your opponent may be an enemy for now, it doesn’t mean that they can’t change if given a chance."

Seri was quick to notice where I struggled and what my strengths were. He saw potential in me that I myself was blind to. I’m glad to say that his guidance was what began pushing me to get where I am now, though that doesn’t mean I was a good student at all. I can remember many occasions where I must have been the most annoying padawan in the universe to him. Still, he took my phases of questioning and impatience, rebellious behaviors and moodiness in stride, and with a sense of good humor about him as well. He was a concrete wall compared to my young self, I couldn’t have asked for a better Master.

Although, Seri wasn’t perfect. No one is. As a youngling at the temple I trained in the basics of Shii-cho and Soresu, but my current form, Niman, is what Seri used, and was all he was able to teach me as far as Lightsabers go. It was simple to learn, and I liked that it didn’t require any fancy footwork like Ataru or focus too much on the fighting aspect like Makashi. Though, at first I envied those who were able to use Soresu or Shien, as I had perceived the defensive forms to be more useful than Niman, which has no true gear towards either offence or defence. I was wrong to think so, as Niman -unspecialized as it is- is the best form for my fighting style, as I prefer not to harm my opponent any more than necessary and, as I learned and developed my skills with Telekinesis, I found it very easy to incorporate the Force into my bladework. Seri taught me that a Lightsaber, just like the Force, was a tool rather than a weapon. A means to protect oneself and the others they defend.

By the time I turned 18, I believed I was ready to attempt the Knight trials, though Seri would constantly remind me to be patient and wait until he was sure I was ready. He would often tell me: “Not for another ten years if you can’t settle and wait! Focus, and trust in the Force to guide you.” I can’t say I’ve gained any true patience since then, but I did at least learn how to wait for things I wanted to happen -even if I’m not very calm while waiting.

I finally got my chance to take the Trials only a short time before the return of the Sith and the beginning of the war. I had only held the rank for a few weeks before it started, and I was almost immediately sent to the battlefront. It was horrible, I think especially so for me. I saw many of my comrades, people I considered friends even, fall in more ways than one. As the bodies of the dead would litter the ground, Jedi with weaker constitutions would suddenly give in to their emotions and join the Sith. So many emotions swirling around, loss, anger, fear, hatred... The Sith would speak to us, trying to convince us to turn on our allies, to use what we felt to become 'stronger'. I have no idea whether or not I also felt these emotions, or if I ever had the urge to give up and work with the Sith instead. At first the collective feeling around me was too strong to tell where my thoughts and emotions ended and where all theirs began. If I ever did, I didn't act on the thoughts at all. Seeing my comrades struck down around me, or changed into someone nearly unrecognizable by their own choice to abandon their beliefs, strengthened my own constitution. I would not fall to the dark side just because the universe around us seemed to be spiraling into chaos. I would not allow myself to think that my path may not be right.

Over the next years I got used to the wartime setting, but I didn't stop hoping for peace, or back down from the challenge of keeping myself together. If one good thing ever came out of this war, for me anyway, it would be that I finally gained complete control over the Empathy I’d struggled with since I was a child. I never stopped learning after becoming a Knight, as I always could find at least one thing to practice or fix. I learned to meditate and focus better, centering myself and pulling away from the chaos around me in battle to help isolate myself from the emotions of those around me, and calm my mind. I taught myself how to take care of myself and others in survival situations. I even tried to learn certain Force Skills in an attempt to neutralize a few of my physical faults, such as my species' natural blindness in the dark.

By the time I turned 26 I was assigned my first Padawan, a human named Yao-wang. He was a mild-mannered sort on the outside, but I could tell that he had trouble keeping his emotions in check. I worked with him patiently, hoping to help him find his strengths and gain control over his inner turbulence. He was a good student, though he got frustrated and gave up when things didn't come easily enough to him. Before Yao turned 14, we never went to the battlefields at all, and I think I may have lost some of my edge in the two years before we went on our first battle mission together. I noticed almost immediately that the way the enemy fought had changed over the last few years. I was nervous, and didn't feel like we were ready for this quite yet, but if you never try you can never know what you're capable of, right? We weren't on the front lines, rather far from it actually, but I worried all the same that something might happen. Imperial troopers have more strength than just numbers, after all.

At one point during the battle, Yao and I were separated from each other by a group of troopers who surrounded us. I fought my way out easily, and I thought to let Yao get himself out of the situation on his own, as he could've used some practice making a decision and acting on it. I would only step in if he needed me to. He defeated almost half the troopers who had gone after him before I noticed, too late, what was about to happen. Another group of troopers had been standing a little ways away. At first I thought they were hanging back out of fear or caution, but then one of them hit a trigger that set off a bunch of firebombs around us. I was able to keep the flames from reaching me with Telekinesis, but everything and everyone else seemed to become engulfed in flame. I saw the troopers that had activated the trap run off to avoid the flames themselves. The others, who had been fighting Yao, struggled to breathe as clouds of black smoke billowed off of their burning flesh. I tried to push the flames further away, to clear the space where I’d last seen Yao standing, but I couldn’t find him. I could hear the screams of people burning around me, friend and foe alike. I could feel their emotions, their collective fear and pain. I tried to find Yao through his emotions but when I reached out to him he was completely silent, as if calm for once.

Later, after the flames died, I found his lightsaber on the ground next to what must’ve once been his body, now charred into ash. The battle was over by then, to this day I can’t remember -perhaps I never knew- who won. I understand his death was not all my fault, but when I could have saved him by simply making a different decision or just noticing the trap sooner, it’s kind of hard not to feel like it is.

About a year later, when I was 30, I was assigned my second Padawan, Lovino, whom I ended up treating a bit like a baby bird. I never allowed her to be very far from me, at least not until I was confident she’d be ok on her own no matter what surprises might come up. In reality this was a mistake on my part. Lovino is no the worse for it but, I had allowed my fear of the past repeating itself to govern how much freedom I gave the girl. She passed the knight trials after five years with me, and to this day she is a highly capable Jedi, but I feel like I could have done better with her training. She’d been a curious and shy child, though very smart and with a natural talent for the control aspect of the Force. She was also one of the calmest children I’d ever met, and I think that may have been one of the reasons the Council assigned her to me.

I remember one mission in particular with her, just a little while before she passed the Knight trials. We’d been sent away from the battlefields for this one, something increasingly rare to me as the war has gone on. We were still dealing with the Sith however, only a little more indirectly. A fellow Jedi had received some information about the location of a ‘point of interest’ to the Sith. We had no way of knowing if it was a base or hideaway-supply station or something else entirely. Either way we found ourselves on a planet in the outer rim that was mostly forest.

After a while of recon and searching for any sign of the Sith, we made our way down into a maze of catacombs to an underground ruin. There we encountered a small party of Sith troopers and a Sith who introduced himself as a Lord, though I doubted it at the time and still do. We fought, and eventually caused a cave-in that I believe either killed or trapped the Sith and his group there. They’d been there for the same reason as us, to explore and find whatever there was to find there on that lonely planet. What we eventually found, thanks to information gleaned from the Sith during our fight, turned out to be a Sith Artifact which was recovered by the Order after we sent them a message about it.

A little while after Lovino passed the knight trials, I lost my right leg and nearly died in a battle with a particularly strong Sith, a Trandoshan. I defeated him in the end, though in my own mind I consider it more of a tie. I ended up taking one of his eyes out and threw him across the battlefield with Telekinesis, though not until after I should already have died. I remember passing out as a few troopers helped me to a transport shuttle and later waking up in the Temple’s medical bay a full day later, a hole in my chest and missing a leg. Not too long after that I received a cybernetic leg to replace the one I’d lost, and after almost a year my other injury was deemed healed enough for me to return to the battlefields.

When I was about 36 years old -the same time as I would get my next padawan, a fellow Zelosian named Kiku- the Council granted me the specialization of Jedi Sage. I accepted the title with reserved joy; it’s nice to have your skills be acknowledged. I took relatively the same approach with Kiku as I had with Lovino, though this time attempting not to be too overprotective, and I think I succeeded in that aspect. He passed the Knight Trials six years later, when I was about 40 years old.

I have not been assigned another padawan since then. In fact, nothing of particular interest has happened in my life these last 6 years, besides the many missions I go on. One last thing I will mention is a rather, blurry, but happy memory that I like to remember and laugh about, if only to remind myself never to do that again. It was a little less than a decade ago, only a couple weeks after Kiku became my padawan. The both of us being Zelosians led to some interesting questions and conversation from the boy, particularly about the flaws that I’ve been able to counter in order to complete my duties as a Jedi. In this instance he asked me if I had ever had enough sugar that I became drunk.

I had, accidentally, gotten buzzed on many occasions simply because of the sugar content in any food I ate, and I knew the same was true for him, but I’d never purposely taken any sugar to get that way. In fact, I’ve always tried to be very careful about my sugar intake, as I’m very well aware that I am a ‘lightweight’ when it come to ‘drinking’, and I’ve seen drunk Jedi do things they’ve regretted before. That night though, we were in between missions and I suppose I gave in to Kiku’s persistence in questioning me that I agreed to try doing so on purpose. I don't remember much past the first few spoonfuls, Kiku later told me that I started singing (badly, in his words) and then passed out after playing umpteen rounds of Pazaak with him.

How do you fight with lightsabers?

I am a master of the Niman form of Lightsaber combat, which suits me well as I prefer to use the force rather than my blade, and I enjoy the adaptability of the form from situation to situation. I am exceedingly good at making sure I don’t hurt my opponent any more than is necessary, while avoiding injury myself. I am ambidextrous, meaning I can hold my lightsaber in either hand or with both at once, it doesn’t matter.

How do you relate to the other characters?

Among friends I’m quirky and jovial, though I try to be friendly and cordial no matter who I'm speaking to, at least unless said person proves to be too difficult. I always make an attempt to be kind to everyone I meet, and I've proven to be much more passive than one would expect, even when antagonized. My cold side isn't as bad as you might think, so long as I'm being sociable. My bite is certainly worse than my bark, as any Sith will soon find.

Out of Character

How powerful is she in the Force?

She has an enormous amount of strength and accuracy in the force, though she may not be very graceful all the time. She has reached her potential with skills such as Telekinesis and Force Empathy, and has the ability to learn a wide range of skills if she would try. Her Greatest strengths lie in her use of the force.

Has your character encountered members of the other factions before?

Yes. In the catacombs mission she met and fought Zez Keltra. She’s also fought Lord Sish before, in the fight that’s mentioned in her Bio where she lost her leg. Though, she didn’t exchange names with either of them.

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

Personality Flaws:

• Astera has a soft spot for all living things, and is perhaps too kind to realize when she needs to stand her ground against the ideas of her comrades, and when she needs to step up.
• While she’ll call out things that would lead to the dark side and stop herself from going that path, she won’t force others to do anything because she wants them to make their own choice rather than have others feel forced to do anything by her.
• She prefers to avoid arguments, no matter if she’s right or not. She’ll follow any order she is given, but in a way that she feels is right with the force.
• Honesty. She doesn’t like to lie and in some cases she may inadvertently hurt others with what she says. This also means that when she does lie it’s very easy to tell she’s lying.
• Impatience and restlessness cause her to become anxious and giddy after long periods of waiting for or worrying about something. She may do something irrational in order to help someone she’s worried about.

Physical flaws:

• She has Dyslexia, which means that while she is not illiterate sometimes she may as well be. It is a good thing that most of her missions don’t require her to read or write anything important.
• Also on the topic of sight, her race is completely blind in darkness.
• Zelosians also have a strange reaction to sugar, where it has the same effect on them as alcohol does on other species.
• She has a cybernetic leg which, while it’s no weaker than her original leg was, is noticeable in how she fights now, and like all cybernetics could be messed with by anyone who tries to do so. Her right leg is the cybernetic one, and she’ll usually stand with that leg forward in whatever stance she takes.

As a non-human, list what traits your character has specifically because of their Species.

Zelosians:
- Are completely blind in the dark
- Have Chlorophyll sap instead of blood
- Due to the Green chlorophyll in the blood they get greener instead of red or brown when exposed to excessive amounts of sunlight
- They look paler than most baseline humans otherwise due to the lack of red pigment, and any veins that are visible are Green.
- At a glance they cannot be told apart from most baseline humans.
- Hair color sticks to natural brown hues, and may change slightly from season to season or due to differing levels of sunlight.
- Can use photosynthesis as well as eat food in order to survive
- So long as they have sunlight and water they do not need to eat food
- Sugar affects them the same way alcohol does other species
- All have Emerald green eyes

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

Astera is extremely grounded in the light. As a Sage it's part of her job to resist the dark side with all her might, and she's had lots of practice.

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

Her goal, and what she believes her purpose is in life, is to be the best Jedi she could possibly be, and therefore the best person she could be as well. In every action she takes she’s very reserved, only doing what she absolutely must to win a fight, while causing the least possible amount of harm to her opponent. She’s good at fighting, but that doesn’t mean she likes it at all. She’s kind, bubbly, and easy to get along with, but beneath her welcoming demeanor and ever-present smile lies a calculating intelligence, and the most caring of souls. She values honesty and integrity, and sticks to her morals like glue, appreciating those who also have these qualities, even if their opinions may differ from her own. She may not be the best at knowing what to say and when, but her overall earnestness and a lack of beating around the bush tend to make up for that. As a Jedi she’s used to hiding her emotions or pushing them to the side, but they still exist beneath her calm surface even though it might be hard to tell for sure, and some of her moods can seem to be contagious, or it may seem like she’s catching the moods of others; a sign of her empathetic nature. She has an optimistic outlook on life but doesn’t ignore the bad things in the universe, she simply hopes that the good will outweigh the bad in the end.

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

No. Astera may be a pure light, but that doesn't mean she can't/won't get into any trouble.

Do the ends justify the means?

The ends will never justify the means to Astera. Do it the right way or you're just as bad as the Sith, and you deserve to fail if you can't do something in the light.

Captivity. Do you want her to potentially be captured?

It's not impossible. Who knows, it might be fun to see how her role change from rescuer to the one needing rescue would play out.

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

This question is a little confusing.

If the Jedi lose, she likely won't be alive in a few months. She'd fight to the death, and if they won't allow her to die, she'll never turn to the dark side.

If they win (and she's still alive) she's going to take on a new Padawan, as before the events of the RP she was simply doing missions and helping the Order in whatever way she could, alone. In rescuing the prisoners, she'll realize how out of touch she is with the younger and less experienced Jedi, and request to get a Padawan of her own so she can help them and help herself to understand what troubles the Padawans are having nowadays. For every prisoner that turns, she's going to want to understand why they did, and to stop that from happening by training as many as she can to help them stay in the light.

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

Nope.

[Sundered Echo]

From all the GMs of Aftermath, we would like to thank you, the players, from the bottom of our (probably cold and corrupt) hearts.

This RP has suffered a long, slow and painful rebirth. Mistakes have been made and accounted for as best as possible. Real life has stood in the path of the GMs at every turn - but at long last it’s here.

It has been a monumental job, and we couldn’t have done it without the continued support and excitement of our wonderful, creative, dedicated players.

Once again thank you players. We hope you enjoy the RP and continue working with us as we move forward towards a fun middle and successful conclusion for our beloved RP.

[Demonic Angel]

I'll post when I can... Need to do one for CAH

[Fallenreaper]

And we're off!

Rtron and myself are hoping to work on the collab Tuesday for our bit. Meanwhile, after a few prisoners post, I'll wait on Xid and Navi (That includes the strike team too) . We have everyone already set up for when and who captures who so everyone have fun! ^-^

[Demonic Angel]

*plays heroic music* Talon to Xid's rescue!!!!@Fallenreaper

[Fallenreaper]

@RtronTimestamp needs to reflect the others hun.

[Rtron]

@RtronTimestamp needs to reflect the others hun.

@Fallenreaper

I have

Nooooo

idea what you are talking about.

[Fallenreaper]

Will post tonight or tomorrow, swear!

[Fallenreaper]

@EliteCommander: I'm the only one to control Zora since she isn't in combat, but you can likely spot her and interact. However, with all the GM power in me.. this won't be an easy mission and nothing will go as planned. ^-^

@Dblade26@Vesuvius00@Heat: The sith, though they have names, are completely able to be manipulated for better battling posts on your end. All I ask is 2-3 things.

• Don't kill or put them in a kill position without asking me first- They will die, but I want to really have Denso, Khan and everyone else to have a really hard time with it so not to make all NPCs feel like targets rather than characters.
• Have fun and enjoy pushing your own characters- I don't expect them to fit what I gave the originally and I would love to see what you do.
• One sith, the one that kills Ibik, will get away- This is to set up Ves for Rtron so don't kill all of them. XD

[Fallenreaper]

Alright to those who are using Discord, it seems it's having technical difficulties and currently we'll have to OC until then. Who's alive?

[Ellri]

everything should be operational again.

https://status.discordapp.com/

[Fallenreaper]

@Dblade26: Due to Discord going in and out for me, aka I can't seem to send a message now while I could a bit ago, I'm going to ping you here (unless Discord is fixed) when I get a reply up in the collab.