Name: Elona Rhays
Age: Twenty-seven.
Sex: Female.
Species: Human, Eriadu.
Force Sensitive: Yes.
Affiliation: Jedi Watchmen.
Appearance: Elona looks more like a Spacer, than she does a Jedi. But a well-dressed spacer at that. Her appearance is to blend in, and become the crowd and wearing a robe just does not help with that. That said, she has an assortment of clothing to help blending into all sorts of crowds, whether they be a dirty cantina, or a high-flying soiree, she had what she needs.
While she does have a scar going across the left side of her face, she tends to keep it hidden from view usually with help from whatever means she has available, that said a good scar can sometimes make or break a certain types of disguise, so she keeps it out of necessity.
Abilities: Elona is no warrior barely having had any training with the use of a Lightsaber, instead when it comes to a situations that requires the use of force, she is more than likely to use her hands and feet, over a blade. Considering the abundance of blasters in the galaxy, Elona has learned, albeit with great difficulty how to deflect blaster bolts with her bare hands this in theory could be extended to block a lightsaber but that is something she has no intentions of trying anytime soon.
Other than the most basic of force powers, Elona’s experience with the force more or less ends there. That said, thanks to the Force she is a natural when it comes to many things, she just doesn’t really that it’s the force that allows her to do any of what she considers to be considerably skilled at. One could say she has an approximate amount of skills in many things,
Possessions: Elona only owns two things, her Yellow bladed Lightsaber, and the ship she travels on. The fact that her ship is full of many things does not count towards the amount of things she has.
Personality: Even as a Jedi, a Watchmen at that, Elona goes out of her way to avoid using the Force. Believing that a Jedi is not made by their ability to command the mystical and unknown, but by their actions. While she is no stranger to the finer intricacies of combat, she is of the opinion that starting a fight without exhausting every possible solution is a weakness to one's self. Being a Jedi allows her to help anyone who requires it, but that does not mean she must flaunt her affiliation around willy nilly, a Jedi’s true strength comes from people not seeing her as a Jedi, but a person.
That said, Elona unknowingly puts on a facade of happiness and hope, so that others needn't see her in her at her weakest. Just a simple smile can brighten someone's day, and if that keeps her past hidden away from those who simply did not need to know, then so be it. She would continue to fight the good fight, even if the light at the end of the tunnel had a nary a brightness to it. She would do what needed to be done.
OPTIONAL BACKSTORY: Born on the Outer-Rim trade planet of Eriadu, Elona found herself living a plentiful life in a Galaxy that was slowly, but ever so surely falling apart at the seams. While her wealthy-endowed family was holding many a party, millions died across the galaxy because the infrastructure to support them was simply not there any more. Of course Elona didn’t know this, she had not reason to know it anyways, and why would she? She was nothing more than a spoilt little rich kid, who got everything she ever needed.
That was up until the part where her life fell apart, when her father’s ship building company decided it didn’t want to make anymore money. Suddenly everything she had held for granted was just gone, and there nothing she could do. Gone were the days of lavish parties, the fine silks and other such fabrics, and replaced by a crippling debt, that saw the family torn apart.
Elona’s father, Gregoire, felt that he had but no other option than to do whatever was necessary for the survival of his family. This would have worked out, had it not been for the small fact the people he worked with happened to be criminals. The kind of criminals who changed the terms at every corner, undercutting any chance for him to make any amount of reasonable credits. They simply didn’t care for him, other than the fact Gregoire made their organization money.
Eventually, Gregoire’s crippling debts claimed his life, and left the Rhays family with no one to lead them. For Elona, this meant only one thing for her. She was picked up by her late fathers ‘associates’ and would go on to spend the next seven years of her life, as a slave to a not exactly prominent Hutt Lord. The events of those seven years, is something she doesn’t talk to anyone about, and for good reason.
Her freedom was granted simply by the fact her owner died of some manner of aliment, she never understood Hutt’s to understand what was wrong with him, other than something was wrong with him. Her freedom was guaranteed by writ of the Hutt, while the rest of his stock was resold, she was was given her life back. For what little good that was to her at that point, so she did the only thing she could think of, get as far away from the hell hole that was Nar Shaddaa as fast as possible. Hitching a ride the first freighter she could find, she soon enough found her self on Coruscant, a planet she had only visited a few times before.
For a time she got by, one meal at a time, unsure of there would ever to a next one. Coruscant was hardly the jewel of the Galaxy has she had remembered it as, now it was a world of broken dreams. Which made it a rather fitting place for her to live, in a twisted ironic kind of sense. However, it might of been the only thing that saved her, Even when she had nothing, she wasn’t one to let others be bullied into submission, she stood up for the little guy when no one else would.
if she hadn’t had this kind of attitude, then it’s very possible she would have never figured out she was a force sensitive. She had always been good at what she did, a side effect of having the force, But her ‘awakening’ was hardly a pleasant one, she found out about having the force by accidentally ripping a man into two pieces. Like anyone else in her position she was nothing but horrified by what she had done. Never before had she killed someone, and the fact the deed was done by the force made everything all the more worse.
But, because of her awakened nature, she was now a beacon. A beacon that said ‘here I am, also I did bad things’. But Coruscant wasn’t exactly a hive of Jedi, as it once was, and it wasn’t until some months later than a Jedi travelled to the planet, and felt her commanding presence on the planet. Feeling the need to put closure to the calling, he searched for Elona, who was now little more than a broken mess and took her away to somewhere safe, or at least safer than Coruscant at any rate.
He spent many days healing the young Elona, the Force was many things, but it wasn’t a cure-all. Elona had demons of her own to confront, no amount of contact with the force would change that. But, the Jedi sensed that with enough care and attention, Elona could be molded into a fine example of a Jedi.
After some time, Elona awoke to find herself somewhere unfamiliar, yet she didn’t fear for her self, in fact she felt calm, as if where ever she was simply asked her to be. It was quiet, and that above all else, scared her the most. She was used to hearing the voices others, the sound of a city going day by day, now all she could hear was the soothing sound of a water fountain, and a couple of birds flying around outside.
The Jedi introduced himself as Watchmen Edgard, a member of a rather pro-active Jedi sect, that went out of it’s way to protect those who couldn’t protect themselves, and see no harm brought to the masses. It didn’t take her long to realise this was a sales pitch, and not just a statement. While Edgard offered her a way out, she knew that accepting his offer of training was the only real option she had.
And so Edgard trained his new apprentice in the ways of the force, a fast learner she was not. At first brash and always willing to bring out the fists, or use a commanding posture, he soon enought taught her that a Jedi’s greatest strength was when someone saw them as just another person, not a Jedi. Coupled with the fact that her training was done more or less completely in the field, she had a bank of experience to fall back upon, which she put to good use.
But Edgard was only one man, he didn’t have the resources he had during his training, and he dared not bring Elona to the Council, for fear they’d cast her out for the darkness she harboured within her. As such her training was flawed, to a certain definition. It was hard to teach someone how to use a lightsaber, when you only had the one, and considered drawing the weapon a failure. Instead he taught her to rely on not just the force, but herself.
A Jedi wasn’t made simply because they could use the force, and carried a blade of contained plasma. No, a Jedi was made by the good they did to the galaxy, and she was taught to hold that lesson close.
Elona didn’t encounter a second Jedi until some years into her training, by this point no more a mere apprentice. The encounter could of went better, Edgard was accused of harbouring a dark-sider away from the Jedi, Elona didn’t understand it, while she felt at peace with her actions, the rather brutal murder of the thug some years back on Coruscant, was still something that held her back, and someone fluent in the force would mistakenly believe her a dark-sider than a Jedi.
Edgard was forced to bring Elona before the Council, what little remained of the Watchmen Council, could see the wisdom in what he had tried to do, but ultimately didn’t believe that she was a worthy cause, the taint of the dark was too far along with her, that they felt no other choice but to imprison Elona, for both her own safety and that of the rest of the Galaxy.
Needless to say, Elona was not best pleased by this decision, she had been tried and sentenced without ever had the chance to defend herself, and now she found herself trapped in a place that thought itself a people for good.
Edgard knew one thing, if the Council got their own way, then Elona would eventually fall to the dark side, and that would have only proved their points. He couldn’t allow that, not only was Elona a friend, she deserved a chance to redeem herself. Not to himself, she had severed under his wing for years, he already trusted her with his life, no he needed Elona to prove to herself and the Watchmen that she was no pawn of the darkness, but that she was a servant of the light, just like himself and the rest of the Watchmen.
In the dead of the night, he snuck into where Elona was being held until such a time as a more permanent means of containment could be arranged, and freed he her from the shackles that dampened her force powers. But he would not leave with her, instead he handed her his lightsabre and told her simply to go forth and do good. He would have to stay and face judgement for what he had just done, and accepted that.
Taking his ship, as instructed she escaped away from the planet that the Watchmen called home, and sped off as far away as possible. But for the first time in years, she wasn’t lost, nor without a cause. She knew exactly what had to do, bring light to a dark galaxy. And so she did, travelling from planet to planet, she used her powers for good, but not openly. The galaxy was a volatile place, and while some people needed the hope that the Jedi were still out there helping. More people just needed to know that someone was helping.
While she knew that her actions alone would never amount to much, she simply didn’t care. If she inspired hope in just one person, and that one person went on to do great things, then she had already succeeded. Of course she could never really prove that, since she didn’t have the option of looking into the future, but that wasn’t the point.
And then the call came, for all Jedi to come. She didn’t needed to think twice about it, soon as she knew where to go, just punched in the hyperspace coordinates and was off.
