[CHAR] Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath has three main factions:
The Sith in the service of Darth Nyiss, the Jedi in captivity on the Kaggath and the Jedi hoping to rescue the captives.
Because of the disparate but interconnected nature of these factions, the sorts of characters we most desire varies almost constantly, so as to maintain a relative balance. But even with such wants, Aftermath is remarkably flexible. Even if the character type you really want to create isn't available right now, it might be available later. Or you can ask if it is ok for you to make such a character anyways. If we like the concept and think it fits with the plans we have for the RP, we will flex things to let such in.

When you come to reading the rules further down here, you need not be afraid of the number there are. The essence behind them is common sense. We won't go nitpicking on a CS if some rule isn't followed to the letter.

We will be semi-strict with sheets, but that is only so that we can relax and have more fun once a sheet is approved. Its a lot easier for everyone if characters that don't work out are stopped in the CS stage rather than being cleaned up in the IC.

The goal of Aftermath itself is to explore the nuances and differences between the Jedi and the Sith and the differences between the Galactic Republic and the Sith Empire. This means delving into the nuances of the force as well as the politics of the Great Galactic War.

Most of all, we desire characters that fit naturally into their factions without being overly special. Not too powerful, not blatantly weak. Jedi and Sith alike who are both familiar with and experienced at wielding the Force. But even with the Force as an ally, there are also other skills of value. Pilots. Slicers. Thieves. Spies. Pillars of stability. Leaders. Followers. The list is almost without ending.
For Jedi, the norm is not to even have touched the Dark side. While some Jedi do touch and use it, the vast majority essentially have a phobia of it and would never consider using it. Those few rare who do touch it, usually have (in their minds) reasonable justification.

For Sith, we desire Sith who have a reasonable amount of training, but who are in the service of a Sith lord or another Sith. It would not hurt if said Sith is present in Aftermath.

It is rare for Jedi not to have been uncovered as Force sensitive in early childhood. Most can barely walk by the time they’re found. In the Empire, all citizens are tested by law, so undiscovered Force-sensitives are extremely rare there too.

The older a Jedi is, the more firmly his or her grasp on the Force and the Jedi way is. In this era, if a Jedi has started to stray from his/her firm stance on only using the Light Side of the Force, it is most likely accidental and due to the war with the Sith Empire. Any artifacts of the Dark Side that are found and not destroyed are safely locked away in the vaults of the Order, far beyond the reach of vulnerable individuals.

Contrary to popular belief, Sith do not base their rise through the ranks upon killing their masters. While occasionally that does happen, the Empire views such killings as depriving the war of an asset. It doesn't take a genius to figure out that is not popular. Similarly, The Sith Order do not follow the "one apprentice per master" rule that the Jedi follow. A Sith lord will have a lot of apprentices serving him/her. A darth has a number of Sith lords and possibly apprentices as well. Anyone who isn't an initiate, A Sith Lord or a Darth, is an apprentice. Thus, where a Jedi padawan rarely is above low 20's in age, a Sith apprentice can be any age.

Some Sith Apprentices have titles and are thus higher in the hierarchy than mere apprentices. They aren't on the level of a Sith Lord, but they're more than the rest. The true level of power any Sith has, is measured in what they claim and how much power their master grants them. Independent Sith who do not serve a Sith lord or a Darth are exceedingly rare.

Remember, just because some Jedi happens to use darker aspects of the Force, that does not make him or her a Sith. A Jedi might easily use darker powers and still serve the Republic and the Jedi order. Loyalty to the Jedi is not always loyalty to the Republic.

Anyways, what we need at this point:
Jedi Rescuers

Full right now

Jedi prisoners

Jedi Knights
Two or three.
Restrictions:
Not human.
Some experience.
Late 20’s or higher in age.

Padawans
One or two.
Restrictions:
Not human.
Above 16 years of age.
If older, not trained from birth.

Sith

One or two.
Male preferred, due to high population of female Sith.
Species can be several, but male Sith Purebloods are welcome if done right.
Right now, we only desire apprentices and titled apprentices, no Sith lords.

If your character concept is not on the list of requests, you can still ask the GMs for exception, but don't be hurt if its a no.


Character overview

Most of these rules are, in fact, based purely on common sense. There are some that are present for the sake of balance, but
Species, alignment and rank:

All characters must be force-sensitive. This can either be as a Sith or as a Jedi. The only exception is if you have undiscovered potential and have just been discovered by the Sith. This means you can’t play as bounty hunters, mandalorians, smugglers, etc. Reason: they’re not Jedi/Sith.
You will either be in the service of the Sith Empire or the Jedi Order. Your loyalties lie with one of these, and there will be no exceptions. If you want to be some sort of double-agent or a spy, clear it with the GMs first.
To play anything above Jedi Knight or titled Sith Apprentice in rank, you must have GM approval.
There are restrictions on character species. No one may play a miraluka, and you may not play any species that cannot speak basic without technological aid.

The Force:

Jedi won’t wield dark-side powers without justification. If you want such on a Jedi, talk with the GMs.
Talk with the GMs if you want special powers.

Skills:

Combat skill will reflect your character’s age and experience. Most powerful warriors won’t be assigned anywhere near the Kaggath / Memory of Coruscant. If you’re uncertain, ask a GM.
Try to pick skills that make sense in your character.

Equipment:

If a prisoner is wearing anything other than robes upon capture, he or she will be dressed as the Sith that receives him/her deems fit. Yes, you’ll be searched on arrival.
Your character’s appearance must be plausible. If in doubt, ask a GM.
Your clothes must be such that you’d get away with wearing in public without violating any laws.If in doubt, ask a GM.

Character origins:

Jedi prisoners originate within the Republic, though they can have been captive of the Sith for a while.
All Sith stem from the Sith Empire. They may have been undercover in the Republic, but their loyalty lies with the Empire.
In principle, all Sith serve Darth Nyiss, either directly or through an intermediary. Their purpose on the Kaggath is twofold. Firstly, they wish to turn Jedi to the dark side and/or to serve the Empire. Secondly, they seek to earn Darth Nyiss’ favor.
Jedi Rescuers come from the republic. They are not former Sith, and they are first and foremost loyal to the Jedi order, represented by Jedi Master Lyric Novan.

Character’s future:

When you design your character, leave room for growth. This can be psychological, power-wise, physical or other ways.
Do not set in stone that your character will never fall to/from the Dark Side. For the most part, it should not be easy, but if it makes sense for the story, do consider the option.
All characters can die. It will not be something that happens too easily, but if a character gets in a spot where there is no plausible way out that is not death, he or she will die.

Biography:

Write a bio of the length you feel comfortable with. We do not need to know the entire life story, or how that jedi totally beat up some sith warrior in single combat three years ago. Cover the moments that made your character who (s)he is. Remember, all characters can die, so it’ll kinda suck if you’ve written ten pages of background only to have him die after a few days IC time.
The biography is an excellent place to tie your character to other characters in the RP.

General rules:

While we do not demand that you read the entire IC, we will ask that you read the summary, so that you have a rough idea of what has happened so far.
All sheets must be placed in a hider once they are approved and put into the CS tab.
Use your own character, not something someone else has made. A quick rewrite of a canon character won’t be approved, so it’ll just be a waste of time for us all.
If in doubt about anything, ask another aftermath player and/or a GM.

Use the blank template provided in the hider

[b]Name: [/b]
[b]Species: [/b]
[b]Age: [/b]
[b]Gender: [/b]
[b]Faction: [/b]Sith Empire
[b]Rank: [/b]
[b]Master: [/b]

[h2]Appearance: [/h2]

[h2]Notable Characteristics of Species: [/h2]

[h2]Flaws: [/h2]

[h2]Skills: [/h2]

[h2]Force capabilities: [/h2]

[h2]Biography: [/h2]

[h2]Personality and/or Motivation: [/h2]

[h2]Player’s long term goals: [/h2]

[h2]Relations: [/h2]

[h2]Final Point - Secrets: [/h2]

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IN PM: Any secret secrets
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Name:
Species:
Age: (If apprentice, young. If anything else, you are probably older. See species specifics for exact age)
Gender:
Faction: Sith Empire
Rank: (You are either a Sith apprentice, a plain Sith, or a Sith lord. The last is only with GM permission.)
Master:  (Whom does (s)he serve? Answer to?)

Appearance:
(Text or image + text. See rules above for certain restrictions)

Notable Characteristics of Species:
(If you chose any Alien race who might have any special, notable traits or beyond human then list them here. If human, feel free to ignore it)

Flaws:
(The more, the merrier)

Skills:
(What can your character do that isn’t Force-based?)

Force capabilities:
(what Force disciplines beyond the basics is your character trained in? Are there any he/she/it excels at or is incapable of? Please don’t just copy/paste a long list from some wiki. Try to keep abilities balanced for your character’s training level. See this link for approved force powers.)

Biography:
(you know, regular background stuff. Its up to you if you want to have just a couple of paragraphs or half an essay, but quality will trump quantity.)

Personality and/or Motivation:
(explain how your character works. What makes it tick? What sort of quirks are there?)

Player’s long term goals:
(If your character should survive, what do you see him/her do in the long run? are there aspects you want to explore, stories you want to tell? Feel free to pm the GMs or make a small paragraph summary here. Keep in mind, this rp explores the contrasting aspect of both Jedi and Sith views as well as the areas where they blur.)

Relations:
(how does your character relate to/think about the other characters in the RP, both from his/her faction and from the opposite? Have you clashed or worked with any in the field, on missions, etc? 
Put in at minimum two relations with other players’ PCs.)

Final Point - Secrets:
(Secrets can be public or secret. If they’re public, the other players know about them, but not their characters. If they are secret, only you and the GMs know about it. The latter must thusly be sent in a PM.)

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Sith Ranks:

Darth - An individual of incredible power, not comparable to Jedi. Must have strength in multiple Force disciplines and Lightsaber Combat. Must have a large following. Has significant political pull. Has significant military and civilian holdings. Within the Empire, The will and whims of the Darths change society. A Darth is only answerable to the Dark Council and the Emperor, and even then it may take force of arms. At any one time, there are only a relatively small number of Darths throughout the entire Empire.
Lord - A powerful individual comparable roughly to a Jedi Master. Usually strong in either the Force or Martial skills. Never overly specialised. A Sith lord generally has a decent-sized power base and a good number of followers, including a few apprentices and acolytes, as well as moderate political pull. Not on the scale of a Darth, but enough to be a force to be reckoned with. But even a Sith lord will generally serve those higher in the hierarchy, though the nature of such service varies greatly, as does their loyalty.
Apprentice (title) - Comparable to a Jedi Knight. Apprentices who have gained either enough specialisation in a specific area or have enough ambition to climb the ranks. Titled Apprentices only outrank their fellow Apprentices within their area of expertise. There are many titles an Apprentice can attain, each denoting a different specialty and role within the hierarchy. Within the RP, some common titles will be:
Inquisitor - an Apprentice specialised in torture, interrogation, research (of all kinds) and ensuring loyalty among Imperials. Usually also favour Force techniques over Lightsabers. Might have a minion or three, but the only political pull they have is through their master, and that can be… flighty.
Overseer - an Apprentice specialised in training Acolytes in the ways of the Sith. Must be skilled in the iconic Sith Force powers and the standard Sith Lightsaber Form - Form V: Djem So. Might have a minion or three, but the only political pull they have is through their master, and that can be… flighty.
While other types of Titled Sith Apprentices exist, none of them are relevant in this setting.
Apprentice - Usually comparable to a Jedi Knight. Apprentices have at least base level competence in both Lightsaber and Force techniques. No following, no political pull. The majority of Sith fall into this rank.
Acolyte - Comparable to a Jedi Padawan.
Use the blank template provided in the hider

[b]Name: [/b]
[b]Species: [/b]
[b]Age: [/b]
[b]Gender: [/b]
[b]Faction: [/b]Jedi Order
[b]Rank: [/b]Padawan / Jedi Knight
[b]Master: [/b]
[b]Captive? [/b]

[h2]Appearance: [/h2]

[h2]Notable Characteristics of Species: [/h2]

[h2]Flaws: [/h2]

[h2]Skills: [/h2]

[h2]Force capabilities: [/h2]

[h2]Biography: [/h2]

[h2]Personality and/or Motivation: [/h2]

[h2]Player’s long term goals: [/h2]

[h2]Relations: [/h2]

[h2]Final Point - Secrets: [/h2]

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IN PM: Any secret secrets
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Name:
Species: (For Jedi, you have no real restrictions as species go, so long as they were known in the republic during this era. If you’re in doubt, ask a GM.)
Age: (for species near human life span: padawan = 8-14 years, Knight = 15-30ish, Master = older. For other species, scale similarly or estimate.)
Gender:
Faction: Jedi Order
Rank: (Padawan / Jedi Knight / (only with GM approval) Jedi master)
Captive? If your character is a captive, how was (s)he captured? If not a captive, how did (s)he get involved in the rescue operation?
Master:  (Whom does (s)he serve? Answer to?)

Appearance:
(Text or image + text. See rules above for certain restrictions)

Notable Characteristics of Species:
(If you chose any Alien race who might have any special, notable traits or beyond human then list them here. If human, feel free to ignore it)

Flaws:
(The more, the merrier)

Skills:
(What can your character do that isn’t Force-based?)

Force capabilities:
(what Force disciplines beyond the basics is your character trained in? Are there any he/she/it excels at or is incapable of? Please don’t just copy/paste a long list from some wiki. Try to keep abilities balanced for your character’s training level. See this link for approved force powers.)

Biography:
(you know, regular background stuff. Its up to you if you want to have just a couple of paragraphs or half an essay, but quality will trump quantity.)

Personality and/or Motivation:
(explain how your character works. What makes it tick? What sort of quirks are there?)

Player’s long term goals:
(If your character should survive, what do you see him/her do in the long run? are there aspects you want to explore, stories you want to tell? Feel free to pm the GMs or make a small paragraph summary here. Keep in mind, this rp explores the contrasting aspect of both Jedi and Sith views as well as the areas where they blur.)

Relations:
(how does your character relate to/think about the other characters in the RP, both from his/her faction and from the opposite? Have you clashed or worked with any in the field, on missions, etc? 
Put in at minimum two relations with other players’ PCs.)

Final Point - Secrets:
(Secrets can be public or secret. If they’re public, the other players know about them, but not their characters. If they are secret, only you and the GMs know about it. The latter must thusly be sent in a PM.)


Character list

Found here

Lore

Ships
Type: Transport.

Class: Gage.
Modifications:
Terminus-class superstructure.
Greatly increased armoring.
Enhanced Shields.
Improved engines (but effectively same as a regular Gage, due to greater mass)
Internal layout altered.
Armaments: Six Turbolasers and eight laser point defense turrets.
Ship complement: 6 ISF interceptors, 2 Imperial tri-wing shuttles.

Layout of accessible sections:

Animal Pens - upper deck
Sith Practice Chambers - upper deck
Main Jedi Prison - above arena, accessed from main deck
Sith Quarters - main deck
Arena - main deck
Nyiss’ Quarters lower deck


All of the Decks together:


Animal pens and Sith practice chambers

There are three ways up to this deck. One Turbolift on each side of the Sith sector and one turbolift at the stern end of the arena.

The red-carpeted room is the Sith practice chamber.


Prison complex

The prison complex can be accessed through four turbolifts from the observation area above the arena, which is on the same deck as the Sith quarters.
The right bunk room (forward of the showers) is Aurek. The left bunk room (forwards of the medical bay) is Besh.
The entire prison deck

Claimed bunks:

Prison bunk room (there are two of these):

Sanitary facility:


Sith Sector

The Sith quarters and the session rooms are all on the same deck as the arena observation.
The red-carpeted room is the Sith common room, while the starboard room beside it is the surveillance chamber.

The six rooms at the center beyond this are the Sith quarters.

The doors of the Sith sector


Arena

The arena is situated beneath the prison deck, easily visible through the prison deck’s floor.



Nyiss’ Quarters

Darth Nyiss’ quarters are located below the other decks and are accessible through the starboard turbolift beside the Sith Sector.


Type: Corvette (Warship).
Class: CR-12 Thranta.
Modified: No.
Armaments: 2 Twin-mounted Turbolaser cannons, 24 laser turrets, Ion Cannon, Concussion Missiles.
Ship complement: 14 Liberator-class starfighters, 3 bombers, 4 Fortitude-class Assault Shuttles.

Layout:

Full Size

]Deck 1-4, Bow: Forward Deflector shields, Weapons Capacitors
Deck 4, Midsection: Jedi Practice chambers
Deck 5-6, Bow: Forward Sensors & Communications
Deck 5, Midsection: Jedi Meditation Chamber
Deck 6-9, Midsection: Storage
Deck 7-8, Bow: Non-essential Storage
Deck 9, Bow: Forward life support Systems
Deck 10, Bow: Water Storage
Deck 10, Midsection: Auxiliary control room
Deck 11, Bow: Bridge shield generators and capacitors
Deck 11, Neck (above hangars): Mess hall
Deck 11, Neck (rest): Medical Bay
Deck 11, Midzsection: Shield capacitors and generators & sensors
Deck 11, Aft: Engineering access
Deck 12, Bow: Sanitary Facilities
Deck 12, Neck: Crew Quarters
Deck 12, Midsection: Hangar supplies
Deck 12-15, Aft: Engineering
Deck 13-14, Bow: Bridge & Main Weapons access
Deck 13, Neck:  Crew Quarters
Deck 13, Midsection: Heavy Munitions Storage
Deck 14, Neck: Jedi quarters & Storage
Deck 14, Midsection: Missile launchers
Deck 15-16, Bow: Sanitary Facilities
Deck 15-16, Neck: Trooper quarters
Deck 15, Midsection: Crew & Trooper common rooms
Deck 16, Midsection: shield capacitors and generators & sensors
Deck 16, Aft: Engineering access
Deck 17, Bow: Forward armory
Deck 17, Neck (midsection access): Shooting range
Deck 17, Midsection: Armory
Deck 18, Bow: Water Storage
Deck 18-21, Midsection: Storage
Deck 19, Bow: Forward life support Systems
Deck 20-21, Bow: Non-essential Storage
Deck 22, Midsection: Briefing room.
Deck 23-27, Bow: Forward Deflector shields, Weapons Capacitors

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Name: Nyiss
Species: Sith Pureblood
Age: 59
Gender: Female
Faction: Sith Empire
Rank: Darth

Appearance: 

Without the Lightsabers. Clothing varies.
Her Lightsaber:


Voice: Rich Contralto, natural high class Imperial accent. 
Notable Race Traits:  Natural Force Sensitivity. Natural Dark Side sensitivity.
Flaws: 
Vain, easily seduced, obsessive with her goals.
Skills: 
Lightsaber Forms: Form I - Shii-Cho, Form II - Makashi, Form III - Soresu, Form VI - Niman, Jar-kai, Trakata.
Bio-engineering, Archeology, among others.
Force capabilities: 
Basic Sith powers - all at high levels of skill with the exception of Force Sight.
Force Lightning (Regular and Chain lightning)
Tutaminis (Capable of absorbing blaster shots with bare hands. Capable of catching the majority of Force Lightning. Not Capable of deflecting a Lightsaber.)
Force Healing
Detoxify Poison
Animal Friendship
Telekinetic Whirlwind
Tapas
Force Fear
Force Slow
Force Drain
Sith Alchemy

Biography: 
Darth Nyiss’ rise to power is not well known among the Sith. She did not appear on the galactic stage until around nineteen years ago, roughly at the time she gained her present rank. What is known about her before that time, is that she is native to Dromund Kaas, like almost all older generation red sith. Her early training likely differed from many modern Sith due to being so far before the war. Her rise was not exactly meteoric, but nor was it slow. The details of what she did to gain her ranks are known only to very few, but rumour abounds that she possesses three holocrons that significantly aided her in gaining her position.

Her first well known action in the Galaxy was the command of a rather controversial battle far from the main lines. She was able to break a months long stalemate between Republic and Imperial forces through the orbital deployment of a type of mutagenic gas. The republic force was annihilated, most reduced to unidentifiable masses of flesh, with a few surviving beings but horrifically altered individuals. Roughly forty percent of the Imperial force on the ground also suffered this fate however. Imperial soldiers escorting Nyiss to the aftermath of the attack were reportedly unnerved by her clinical, cold fascination with the results.

She spent several years supporting the war effort directly - sometimes as a commander, employing often unusual (and costly) tactics to gain victories in extremely difficult situations. Sometimes fighting on the battlefield herself - bringing her considerable ability with the Force to bear on hapless Republic soldiers and Jedi alike. She did this both to aid the Empire in eventual victory and to gain enough personal favor with the Imperial armed forces to sequester a Harrower class dreadnought and several Terminus class destroyers directly to her command indefinitely. After she acquired the ships, she used them in only one engagement with Republic ships, crushing them handily, before disappearing once again for several years.

When she reappeared, she had one less destroyer and a number of highly unusual dark side artifacts in her possession. She travelled immediately to Korriban and transferred the artifacts to her facility on the surface (which she is believed to have acquired sometime before becoming a Darth). Though it is not known what knowledge she extracted from these mysterious artifacts, one thing that is certain is that she gained her eternally youthful appearance when she emerged from studying them.

It is believed that much of the knowledge she discovered from these strange artifacts has been distilled by her into three Sith Holocrons. 

After this venture, she has only occasionally diverted her resources towards the war effort, and always with a specific personal goal, though it was not often clear to onlookers precisely what she was gaining. When not on the hunt for specific items or information, she has spent much of her time on Korriban, split between several archeological digs she controls and her personal facility, with its ever growing laboratories. Much of her research is, of course, private, but it is known that several chillingly lethal bio-weapons have come out of her labs, and that she has a voracious appetite for live test subjects, both animal and sentient.

Her most recent contribution to the war is to assist in the attack on Coruscant. With her Harrower class dreadnought in drydock receiving repairs, she instead contributed her Terminus class destroyers, including a heavily modified variant, the Kaggath. As ever, her presence is entirely due to an ulterior motive. In this case, that motive is to obtain Jedi prisoners, as well as more republic citizens to conduct tests on.

She has allowed a number of lesser Sith to join her for the return journey, and, seeking a competent individual to become her personal apprentice, has decided to institute a competition of sorts. The Sith who holds her favor, whether by turning the Jedi to the dark side most successfully or by impressing her in other ways, will be allowed access to one of the three Holocrons that contain the sum total of her power. At least until someone else manages to gain her favor.

Personality and/or Motivation: 
A vain, power hungry woman with perhaps a little too much appreciation for the finer things in life. Nyiss is motivated equally by knowledge (any knowledge) and pleasure, but her ultimate goal is to ‘save’ the peoples of the galaxy… by bringing them all together under a perfect Sith Empire.

Player’s long term goals: 
Complete the secret experiments. Facilitate Sith rivalry. Provide a ‘boss encounter’ of sorts for any Jedi or Sith seeking the ultimate challenge.

Relations: 
Association with Lord Callidus. He is one of her more significant agents in Imperial Intelligence.

Admiration of Tolun Fi's work.

Final Point - Secrets: 
The Secret experiment.
Contact Sundered Echo privately if you want in on this, but be aware that it will have major, life changing effects on your character if you agree to involve your character in it. By default no one is involved in this.


Name: Jewel Namore
Species: Imperial Human
Age: 39
Gender: Female
Faction: Sith Empire
Rank: Sith Lord

Appearance: 

Voice: Mezzo-Soprano, cold and clinical. High class Imperial accent, but to the trained ear it is revealed this is not natural.

Notable Race Traits:
Though somewhere far up her family tree there were Red Sith, she has nothing to differentiate her from a regular human, such as found anywhere else in the Galaxy.

Flaws:
Unwilling to acknowledge anyone not a Darth is better than her at anything.
Handicaps her own Force ability through lack of self belief.
Overly cautious - sometimes doesn’t take opportunities if they present too much personal risk.
Complete lack of Empathy, calculating the worth of people as though they are objects.

Skills:
Lightsaber Forms: Form I: Shii-Cho, Form IV: Ataru, Form VII: Juyo
Skill in the use of poisons and drugs on others, as well as the Chemistry needed to create custom drugs.
Minor skill in Slicing.
Manipulation, particularly blackmail and framing.

Force capabilities:
Basic Sith Force powers.
Force Wound (extension of Choke).
Force Fear
Force Slow

Biography: Jewel Namore was born to a common family on Dromund Kaas, capital world of the Sith Empire, nine years before the war began. Her Force sensitivity was identified early, when she was a girl of six, and her parents immediately sent her off to the Sith academy on Dromund Kaas, for becoming Sith is the highest honour any individual can attain in Imperial society, and such a future was far more prestigious than any her parents could’ve given her. during these early years, she was fed a diet of propaganda decrying the Republic and the Jedi, while making the Empire seem like the best thing that had ever happened to the galaxy. The three years spent at Dromund Kaas Sith academy were largely to reinforce this, with many a lecture to her and the other young prospective sith about the history of the Empire and the nature of the Force. During this time she never really stood out, avoiding the ire of the more powerful children but never exhibiting any great displays of Force aptitude herself either. She simply never allowed herself to be challenged by the powerful children by often being the one that would point them at weaklings.

Just after her ninth birthday, the war began. The initial assault on the Republic was an incredible success, the Republic being caught totally unprepared and, like any loyal Imperial citizen, Jewel was thrilled to hear this. The most pertinent part of the assault however, was the figurative and practical retaking of Korriban. Though the Korriban facility was not ready for months after the victory, Jewel was sent there as soon as it was.

Life changed drastically when she arrived here. The academy on Korriban initially had only the most extreme overseers assigned to it, those whose goal it was to forge excellent Sith or kill the acolytes in the process. She was unprepared for the intensity, but it was adapt or die. Spurred by the recent Sith victories, she drove herself hard to fulfill her overseers demands. It was at this time that her lack of much Force aptitude became painfully evident. Among other punishments, she endured Sith Lightning from her instructors many times when she failed to demonstrate telekinetic feats fast enough, or later on failed to generate her own Sith Lightning.

Determined to redeem herself in the eyes of her Overseers and prove her worth as a Sith, Jewel threw herself into her Lightsaber training. She picked up the basics of Shii-Cho quickly, finding the randomised but simple strikes to her liking, though wishing for a more aggressive form to better vent her rage. Her instructors, seeing that, while by no means physically weak, she was still not built for power dueling, began to instruct her in the use of Form IV: Ataru. Though initially the Force acrobatics Ataru required proved difficult for her to incorporate into her movements, excessive practice allowed her to operate at least on par with the other Ataru students.

As well as this, she did her best to learn and understand as much Sith lore as she could get her hands on, primarily with the intent of overcoming her perceived inability to easily wield the Force. After a time she proved her ability in combat against the instructors, and was earmarked to become a Warrior for the Empire. To this end, she was promoted to an Apprentice and given training in the advanced Form VII Juyo, as well as limited training in recognising other forms of lightsaber combat. She was promoted to a Warrior Apprentice at the tender age of sixteen, having risen through the ranks somewhat faster than expected of her (and often at the expense of her compatriots) and sent off to the front to fight the Jedi and Republic soldiers.

During the many battles she participated in, many Republic soldiers fell under her blade. Not every battle she participated in was a victory, but even the defeats regularly proved costly for the Republic. Over the course of four years, she slew three Jedi Padawans and one Knight in single combat, before being struck down by a Master in a duel. After this defeat, she was rotated off the front lines and given extended Kolto tank treatment to restore her body from the moderate lightsaber wounds. When she was healed, she began to serve on the second line more, currying favour with Imperial military officials and carefully avoiding the attention of her Sith superiors. Though she saw only minimal combat for several years, she spent the time honing her skills on a more theoretical basis, as well as beginning to learn a wider variety of non-Force related skills.

At the age of twenty-four she rotated back onto the front lines for two years, slaying a further three Padawans and two Knights in battle. It was not long, however, before her prowess caught the attention of a Sith Lord in need of skilled minions. The Sith Lord recruited her into a covert ops division, initially to provide the heavy hitting power for when her squad needed to quickly deal with Jedi. She learned a great deal from her fellows though, walking the narrow line between respecting them enough to learn from them and still looking down on them for their lack of Force ability. Among them, she learned the art of poisoning, to which she took an immediate interest, and slicing, which she was merely competent with. Here as well she climbed the ranks and impressed her fellows and superiors.

One particularly memorable event during this time was a furious duel with a Jedi which ended in a stalemate. The Jedi’s cocky manner ensured that he earned a permanent place in Jewels plans. He would die by her hand, but only when he was thoroughly beaten and broken.

Eventually, she was sent on a mission to recover a number of artifacts from a temple uncovered by the war. The mission was personally issued by her patron Lord and without backup. She initially believed it a means of disposing of her, which was probably true, except when she discovered the nature of the artifacts, a plan dawned on her for usurping her patron. The artifacts were lightside Holocrons. This worked even more in her favor because if he actually was a lightsider, it was her duty as a Sith to remove him anyway.

Using the lightside Holocrons and the espionage skills she had picked up during her service, she framed her Lord, making him look like a Jedi sympathiser, then had one of her fellows report this further up the chain. With the blackmail in place, Jewel stepped naturally into the space vacated by the former Lord, who was now being taken away, investigated and ‘disposed of’ by people with even more power than him. Taking over a good portion of his network and calling in some favours from her military contacts, she had herself officially proclaimed a Sith Lord at the age of thirty-two.

Her power hungry nature demanded that she not stop there of course.

Initially she worked on strengthening her power base, ensuring she made few enemies and many friends. Though it cost her several opportunities to grow her power, she favored the slow and steady approach, knowing what happened to many a Sith who did not temper their ambition with caution. She began in earnest searching for a way to gain the rank of Darth in her thirty-fourth year. Competence alone was not enough for such a position. She had to be either truly powerful or truly brilliant. Though it counted for little at this echelon of Imperial society, she continued cultivating her connections with the Admiralty and Generals of the Empire. She began seriously looking into the collection of Sith Lore - something she, until now, had largely ignored in favor of more present concerns. She took and began training several promising Apprentices, using them to keep up her combative skills in between occasional deployments to the battlefield.

For a time, in her thirty-seventh year, she even managed to acquire direct control of a Terminus class Destroyer through her admiralty contacts. Three months after, the ship was sabotaged near Republic space by a rival Sith Lord who saw her as a threat. It came under attack by a Republic Heavy Cruiser, Jewel only narrowly escaping in a shuttle, but not before finding and interrogating the traitor that had carried out the sabotage. With the knowledge of who her Rival was, she waged a shadow war with her network, now including several covert ops groups of her own. She discredited her rival at every opportunity, making his powerbase look weak and diminishing his accomplishments.

Six months before the attack on Coruscant, she finally defeated this rival once and for all. Meeting him on Dromund Kaas, she poisoned him with a lethal toxin. Rather than let her actions be known and risk paying the price for murder, she instead framed one of his two most trusted Apprentices, making the murder look like just another clumsy attempt to gain power from the lower ranks. The authorities fell for the ruse, and Jewel got away cleanly with the murder.

The time between then and now she has largely spent restoring her own power base and putting up a strong appearance to the rest of the Sith world, for the shadow war was not without losses. Most recently, she has turned to the idea of personal power over wide influence to gain her rightful title of Darth. To that end, she has manipulated her way into a place on Darth Nyiss’ latest venture, the prison ship Kaggath, in an attempt to learn from the more powerful Sith. She is eager to acquire the Holocrons Nyiss is offering, for the alternative, attempt to have personal instruction from Nyiss, seems far too much like acknowledging she is not capable of doing it on her own.
Personality: Having combined determination, cunning and a highly versatile skillset with a selfish lust for power worthy of the most Arrogant of Darths, Jewel has climbed over countless other Sith to get what she wants. She has few scruples and will do almost anything to get an edge on her opponents. Above all, she is motivated by a need to feel superior to everyone around her, and so tends to keep them at a distance. For the most part she is cold, detached and haughty, but if sufficiently provoked is capable of great rage, which she controls only through the use of Juyo channeling techniques.
Player’s long term goals:
Ruthlessly pursue Darth Nyiss’ favor. Black mail and otherwise eliminate as many of her rivals as possible. End the life of a certain Jedi. Corrupt as many Jedi as possible, to make them see just how wrong about the galaxy they were, and in doing so set herself up as their superior.

All of this is only a means to an end. Ultimately, Jewel Namore seeks to gain the rank of Darth, possibly be usurping Darth Nyiss, and in doing so, prove her superiority to the entire galaxy.
Relations:
A lasting Vendetta with a particular Jedi she encountered during her covert ops missions. He has gained the dubious honor of being someone Jewel thought she could crush handily and then surviving her onslaught. Should she get another chance, she will ignore everything else to put an end to this man and prove her superiority once and for all.

Final Point - Secrets: She hides it as best she can, but she has difficulty wielding the Force while remaining in control of her actions. Regardless of her actual capability, she feels that she is weak in this area and because of the nature of the Force, she is weak, compensating for lack of raw strength and showy displays by making use of more subtle and complex powers. On the rare occasion that she totally and completely loses control, this self imposed inhibition evaporates. Her greatest fear is that someone will discover and exploit this secret.

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Main Characters

Name:Xid Terrik
Species:Human
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Faction: Jedi Order
Rank: Recent Knight

Appearance:
Xid is a pale skinned teenage with a slender and lean built compared to his fellow knights. Despite his age, the soft, rounded shape and bright blue of his eyes make him appear much younger than he really is by a few years. It doesn’t help lacking facial hair and his gentle features doesn’t do much to enhance his looks. Another defining feature is his wavy, dirty blond hair that looks like a messy collection of slight curls. If left alone for several months it will become rather shaggy, often getting into his eyesight and partly blinding him. Often enough his fingers and hands are covered in bruises, cuts, callous, and burn due to his work with machines and droids. Out of habit, his usual 5’7” height drops an inch or two whenever he slouches due to lacking confidence. It’s a habit he doesn’t realize he does until mentioned publicly causing him to straighten his spine though his posture might slip back into it.

He is dressed simple like most Jedi. The basics include tunic and under one, both cream colored and overlapped by tabards around the torso. Finally topped off with obi (belt) to hold his lightsaber on his trousers and finally thick boots for his feet.   

Flaws:
Pain tolerance: Xid’s pain threshold is much lower compared to other Jedi, making physical torture much more a concern than emotional or mental.
Low value: he values others over himself, believing their lives worth more. This has lead to him sometimes to undervaluing himself and his ability, resulting in diminished effects compared to what he could achieve. It also makes him more reckless when it comes to saving others and will often leave him banged and bruised in his attempts to save them. Often a dangerous things, namely should he be unable.
Single sense of justice: While he was born and raised in the Jedi line of thinking, Xid has a strict sense of right and wrong in his mind. Though his exposure to the Sith ways is lacking and skewered to see them to be misguided, deceitful, and dangerous. Namely something the universe would’ve been better off without. It doesn’t help, Xid believes nothing coming from a selfish act would ever benefit the world.
Past Wounds: He was betrayed by someone he trusted and in the manner he was exposed to the grey areas, something that never settled right with him. Though it was several months ago, it has made things unfamiliar to him and not tied with the Jedi harder for him to find confidence in fully trusting. Mainly this includes the Sith, but other sources like authority, civilians, and such are among his list, causing him to second guess his instinct.

Skills:
Machinist Knowledge: Xid’s ability to manipulate machines comes from two sources, his own force powers and the other linked directly is with his own experience. Throughout most his career as a padawan and knight, Xid has had the chance to work on machines on various levels including advance and basics used for daily uses. He’s yet to discover a machine he’s been unable to figure out through either method, especially given time and a chance to tinker with it.
Shii-Cho: Form I: Though he lacks the physical strength to match a combative partner or enemy, Xid easily has the stamina to prolong a battle which was why his master focused his studies into a non-lethal style. It also fit his mentality the best since he was unwilling to value his life over another, creating a concern in Sela he might never be able to take a life should his own be on the line. Current he has a low moderate skill level at this.

Force capabilities:
Basic Force Abilities: Xid knows them and can perform them at a high intermediate level. However, it’s not because of power, but rather experience and practice. With some time, confidence, and motivation, his skill level in this area can improve to greater levels.
Mechu-deru: Due to his adept skills with machines, Xid was able to use an advanced skill which made up for his lacking in combative skill. Through sight or touch, he can determine the outlay of a machine or structure but the larger his target is than the longer and more focus it will take. This leaves him unable to focus on his surroundings and an easy target to any threats around him, depending on others to defend him until he’s able to withdraw. Another flaw is his mind is a limiting factor on how much information he can retain after the first touch. It would be unreasonable to expect him to recall every single thing about a complicated structure like the specs of a ship after the first time and must be done in fragments, else he risks getting things wrong in his rush.
Healing: Xid is able to heal others, taking away wounds, suffering or hurt despite what he thinks about them. Though unlike his Mechu-deru force capability, his healing is also harmful to himself if he doesn’t maintain focus on when to stop. Namely, the knight will give all his energy to the wounded, trying to heal everything, unless stopped. If allowed, it can leave him helpless to outside dangers.

Biography:

Family
Mother- Unknown
Father- unknown

Xid never knew his parents or any family associated with them. He was told his father never claimed him while his mother was a nameless, faceless woman who died in childbirth born within the lower districts. The other relations seemed to have nothing to do with him or didn’t exist, his mind preferring to think the later since no one ever confirmed either one. The fact he was raised on the surface and within the Jedi Temple was simply luck. Instead of the gloomy, dismal future, Xid had a bright one the day he was left at the Temple steps with no idea why. Like many initiates, he was trained in the Jedi code and how to access the force which he took to easily. At least in his own fashion. Combat was a difficult area for his force skills and often resulted in barely acceptable standards, ending in him feeling a faint sense of isolation even among his fellow initiates. This sensation only grew when on his seventh birthday he felt a connection with machines which evolved into a desire to learn. Surprisingly, he took to it rather rapidly and ended up fixing a very stubborn machine. Even the machinist, who had failed to fix it, couldn’t understand how he had been able to repair it causing Xid a desire to hone this skill.

Just on the month he was suppose to turn nine, he went a sort of Apprentice Tournament. During wartime it was hard to keep the traditions with so many on the frontlines and casualties piling up, which made him slightly surprised the Coruscant Temple had resisted the changes. He had heard of some temples or academies instead took to assigning padawan and master, finding the old traditions taking far too long. However, like everything, even this cherished attempt to keep to the past had been altered by the era’s turmoil. Only three Jedi were physically present as the rest were nothing but holograms, projections of other masters, calmly observing.   

When it began most of its events were based on combat, a skill he lacked in, with each of the few initiate pairing off to spar. Even at a huge disadvantage, Xid still managed to give it his all. Toward the end of the rounds, partners in his skill range started thinning out, he had gotten to display his own unique skill at the time and win a chance to earn a master more fitting to his strengths. The three master present physically had first choice as they approached. Three padawans were chosen though the whole time he kept feverishly believing the next one would pick him. Those remaining, himself included, were returned to their rooms where they be delivered the news on where their destiny would take them. There was only two options, Jedi Corps or Jedi, the prior much rarer than in the past for force users. It was still a distant possibility.   

For a week or more, Xid was on pins and needles. He watched Jedi arrive then leave with their young padawans shortly after, concern his fate was likely the Jedi Corps. Walking the Temple halls toward the week’s end, someone touched his shoulder and instinctively he looked at the source. Behind him stood an older knight, far into her late thirties or early forties, with a kind look about her face. He learned later the Knight’s name was Sela Kythor and he was to become her padawan apprentice.

Xid never understood why his master chose him. It was clear she bore the traits of fighting on the front lines as her face side was scarred by a lightsaber, her figure had been so lithe and strong that it was slightly strange to see her outside combat. It turned out she had been heavily wounded in a fight with a Sith, nearly costing her life, and now she was unable to reach the skills she once had. That was mostly due to her synthetics, though he had little idea how she had gotten them or from where. Her spine had been repaired and while it looked slightly machine like, most the flesh had mended over. Underneath was another matter, a series of wires, connections and more that helped replace what she had lost. Her eye had lost some depth perspective which required an implant to repair. It gave her eye a more robotic look and one that seemed to intimidate many when it was swirled about to face someone.

 So what did a war scarred Jedi have to teach a padawan whose skills of strength fell far below her own?

Plenty it seemed.

The first task was the easiest as his master required him to construct his own lightsaber, using nothing but the force and without any signs of struggle Xid had completed his assignment. He was jittery and nervous when Sela eyed over the weapon as if seeking flaws, her expression, like all masters, impossible to read accurately. When she was done she handed it back to him in silence. That was when the training truly began. For the next four years, his training became both mentally and physically challenging in preparations to become a Knight one day. Often he would push himself until his fingers bled through his combat never rose above moderate excellence. The same couldn’t be said about his skills in machines. While increasing and advancing his natural skills, Xid had began to edge into a commonly used force skill used by Jedi technicians called mechu-deru. He took to it like a fish to water, which didn’t surprise Sela in the least, and enable him to aid beyond just pure combat. Throughout his days as a padawan, the boy had traveled from Coruscant to Balmorra and even farther. Most weren’t considered worth telling compared to war tales from Jedi on the front lines.

His last mission, however, had seemed to leave Xid rather broken and different than when he had left. Both in experience and personality, his mind withdrawn inward. This caused master’s concern raised during their return to Coruscant. They remained on the planet for two months while Sela hoped the change in scenery, surrounded by other Jedi of various, and more pleasant memories would do him some good. Within the first two weeks he showed improvements, his mind eager to move on and gave his master hope. It was then they began training for the final set of trials Xid would ever take: those that turn him from a padawan into a knight. It was the hardest tests in his life but two weeks shy of the Sacking, he was fully knighted. His braid severed and his training done, Sela still seemed to remain at his side to watch her riskiest choice play out. He sensed a flare of uncertainty within her even when it seemed all would’ve been well enough. 

Motivation:

[1st person]

Being a Jedi, I know the code by heart. Every word, each sentence and meaning, but it seems only my head fully understands it. Despite this, it seems to not have stopped me advancing to Knight though I deeply feel some guilt because of it. Something my master said is uncalled for and maybe, this is the core of my motivation lies. Namely to prove to myself this path is the right course for the world as whole because I have never seen an evil act benefit beyond whom it originated from, even in the ripples. It doesn’t help I can’t state suffering in others when I can ease their pain and this trait extends to enemies, if there’s a chance I can save them. I have a habit of valuing others over myself as I strive to follow the teaches I’ve learned to the best of my ability.

On my last mission, I had an experience that rattled me greatly. I came face to face with death and worse, a prisoner whom I could relate to on a level not even my master could understand. He could see the world like I can and even more, knew how to apply it to the current working of my surroundings. It was like we were a mirror image of each other. Someone who had the same understanding and skills to influence the world, but unlike me he had a series of misfortunate events and suffered a fate worse than death. In the end, he showed his true colors and let me bitter to trusting anyone outside the Jedi Order. I decided within the two months we stayed on that I would never become like him...even if I died trying.

Player’s Long Term Goals:
The story I want to tell with Xid is rather simple, though he has to survive long enough for it to take root. He’s talents and skill are far from combat able, proving he is the weakest when it comes to physical confrontation yet he’s far from useless. Instead he’s had to account for those flaws and uses his advantages to aid his shortcoming and achieve the same end goal as those with the skills. There’s two paths possible with him that tell two completely different stories.

Jedi to the End
If he can bear through the torture, death, and misery the Sith caused him then he will remain in the light. However depending on what he had done, he might be unable to live with himself and in the end, Xid will die. It would likely be in an action of pure selflessness that would end causing a devastating blow to the Sith as he accepts his fate.

Light turned Shadow
If the Sith manage to turn him, Xid will be end up slowly twisting into a blackened version of himself. The progression rate depends on the Master he will serve under. The more cruel and focused the teacher is then the faster he will progress. If he’s ignored, progression will be much slower but he’ll never become a Jedi again.

Relations:
Sela Kythor: Old master and a great teacher
Kinsakwi: Master Jedi, Twi’Lek: A fellow Jedi and ally, alongside her Padawan, who aided him on Corellia.
Shiri Nilim: Jedi Padawan to Kinsakwi, keep in touch on Coruscant where she was left to be watched by his old master.
Koren Omi-Ren: A Jedi Peacekeeper on Manaan and met again on Coruscant, both healing from unseen scars.
Nazca: A new force user, though most would’ve classed her as a youngling or initiate due to the fact she’s not a padawan yet.
Jedi Master Olon: A Jedi Master Sela took him to for his earlier training, strictly in deru mechu, which she couldn't provide. Once he managed the basics they parted ways though until recently two months ago.
Somminick 'Som' Lorso: 3 years his senior, male Miralian Padawan, Xid met Som as he calls himself during training for his own Knight trials. They meditated and sparring sessions, which Som usually came out on top on.

Final Point - Secrets:
Sent to the GMs.

Name: Jayda Mirthios 
Species:  mostly Zabrak (⅝) and part Human (⅜)
Age:  27
Gender:  Female 
Faction:  Sith Empire
Rank:  Recent Sith apprentice

Appearance: 

Being a hybrid between zabrak and human, Jayda’s image entwined traits from each race to create a strong visual. Her Zabrak traits are the most notable, starting with her six black orat (horns) crowning around her forehead and ending at her head sides. The front four are the smallest falling just under half an inch in total length. Often the smaller orat are hidden under the looser bangs left untied from the rest of it, her hair often back pulled into pony and the tail resting just between her shoulder blades. The last horn pair end the crown and are two inches in length, making them much more notable in size comparison. Their points unable to be ignored while they peer through the red tinted strands. Framing her intense, purple eyes are her Jato or tribal tattoos which curve about from about her eyebrow, trail down her face side and end at her jawline where it stops. A few inches from there and  along her neck is where her Jati, another type of tattoo, trailing in a L shape covering the shoulder tops where it ends near the back and spine. Her overall average height is 5’10” and is average for both races as well. Unlike the more vibrate colors of some of her Zabrak kin, her skin is a dark caramel coloring, complementing her over all features and the pure greyish white ink used for her tattoos. 

Her clothing and style can be mistaken for modesty, but the reality of it is much different. More accurate is that her fashion is chosen to hide the bitter reminder of her past failings shown as the very scars, both old and new, trailing from the sides of her face downward covering most her skin. These maim her Jato and Jati though they are still distinguishable through the mended wounds of the past. Though not all her damage is on the surface. 

A few examples of her style can be seen here: Example 1 and Example 2 and Example 3. Usually in dark or black colors, her more casual wear is long shirts, pants, flat sole boots, and belt where her light saber is always kept. She is rarely without gloves which prevent her hands from slipping on the grip of her weapons. Currently her belt usually only holds her lightsaber, the colors themed black and purple with an etching into the upper bit of the hilt.        

Notable Race Traits:

Physical 

Skeleton: Having mostly Zabrak in her bloodline than Human, her bones have developed thicker and more durable. This allows her to sustain serious amounts of pressure before they will crack or break.
Orat and nails: Her horns, or orat, are just as durable which can be used to both protect against impact or unless blunted, they could slice flesh. Her fingernails are sturdy and sharp as well, able to cut like small razors though not as deep as a light saber or true weapon.
Circulatory system: All Zabrak have two hearts, the left one being the main heart which provide most the force in the flow while the right aids and hasten it. They both are located between the lungs, though they are set slightly more in front and the lungs are slightly smaller to account for the dual organs.
Higher Metabolism: Most of her internal systems run faster due or longer due to the extra heart pumping blood through her body, but more food and energy is required to sustain it properly.
Immune System: Increased though it will not protect her from everything, it provides a suitable defense against a great many natural diseases, poisons and drugs.
Pain Tolerance: Zabrak are known for their high resistance to pain when it comes to bearing through torture or serious wounds.
Extreme Heat Tolerance: She’s able to tolerate much higher temperatures of heat and for much longer periods without it taking a toll on her.
    
Senses

Eyes Sight: Pupils are more feline in nature, enabling her to see in extreme brightness or almost pitch darkness due the pupil’s ability to contract or expand easily.   
Hearing: Slightly above a human’s range, yet the lowest of her heightened senses, she can easily pick up small sounds within a few yards of her current location.  
Scent: More akin to a bloodhound's ability, this is the strongest and most useful sense Jayda can use. It can pick out a drop of blood within a room easily, from how fresh to the very owner if she can manage to follow the scent back within less than a day.
Taste: This is the lowest sense compared to her others making one of the good reasons why most zabrak are mostly carnivorous. Anything cooked well done seems to be bland and tasteless while bloody and almost raw meat has the best taste, making it difficult to tell if the food has been...’spiced’ in other ways. 

Flaws: 

Biology 

While her unique biology has some perks, it also has some problems. 

Starting with her bones, the thickness might add durability but also weight. It makes activities which require light bones much greater in difficulty to achieve and often draining stamina over long, continuous periods. One prime example is swimming which creates a risk of drowning, an activity Jayda knows how but rarely does. Despite the higher thickness, the bones can still break and shatter if enough pressure is applied by a stronger being as well as flesh being sliced, blood spilt and muscles torn. In addition, if one of her hearts are damage or injury enough then it could end up killing her. Namely because of the irregular beats and blood flow could interfere with each, working against the other’s effects. This is very painful and dangerous making nearly all incidents non-survivable for her race.  Her pupils can see in constant and almost extreme darkness or brightness, yet rapid changes like flashes or utter darkness/light is blinding. The sightless period depend on the exposure lasting from seconds to minutes and even hours. Hearing can catch sounds above human range, similar to a feline, which can be distraction even when properly trained. Some sounds can be painful or jerk her attention, especially if one sense is missing causing it to make up for the loss, drawing close to paranoia. When assaulted, her worse sense by far is smell mainly because of its strength. Mixing too many aromas or one over powerful one can make Jayda develop the urge to recoil, even hurl if caught unawares by it.              

Internal systems also have their downside. While immunity makes natural disease, drugs and poison effects last short by purging the body quicker, symptoms and weakness show much sooner. This can easily cripple her unexpectedly while bring her to her knees and impairing her ability to function. In order to perform properly she requires a carnivorous diet of protein and rich fats of large amounts. High pain tolerance doesn’t mean they feel nothing. Rather that it takes a higher concentration of damage applied and it doesn’t come without consequence or mean that the attack failed to damage her at all. Living on Iridonis, a desertlike planet, has enable her kind to tolerate heat quite easily. However, the  colder temperatures can be rather troublesome and uncomfortable while being stuck in them over a long time. Often it only burns more precious energy staying warm then needed.         

Other Areas

She knows her master's style, Djem So, enough to be able perform it adeptly and no longer need the fundamentals. However, she lacks experience and practice with the style unlike Form III, which she has used most her life. While she is superior in combat and the force fundamentals behind it, her skills and defenses within the more mental aspect of the force is heavily lacking. Mostly due to Sish’s absence teaching this which has made her more vulnerable compared to other properly apprentices. 

Skills:

Iridonian heritage: Jayda was born on Iridonia where most of her childhood and early adulthood had been spent submerged within its culture. Among the skills includes riding the immigrated Reeks, speaking fluent Ul’ Zabrak, hunting and tracking as well as martial arts and combat practices. In addition to her own heritage, she was also taught about the Jedi order and its tradition through her father’s teachings though his methods weren’t at all like the Order.
Sish’s Torture: Due to her master’s brutal methods in trying to convince her, Jayda has gained a slight tolerance against force lightning. It will still bring her to her knees when applied and cause her great pain. However, after the beginning application and longer time she being electrocuted, she can force herself to stand and fight it. After being subjected to force lightning for a few hours each day, some tolerance is expected.
Quick learning: It takes much shorter and less practice to achieve knowledge and understanding of a conception, even quicker if it's one that relates to her basic knowledge. For example, combat and more physical training is much easier for her to catch onto than mental. Muscle memory establishment takes at least several weeks to months in order to fix within her natural reactions. Sometimes they must change when a reflex puts her in harm’s way when made, taking just as long to break the habit.
Adaptability in combat: From a young age, Jayda has learned to fight as being a deep seated belief and right. This is increased through her culture as well as her history, making her rather adaptable and creative when it comes to survival.
Lightsaber combat: high skill with Soresu (Form III) and adept with Djem So (Form V).

Force capabilities: 

Tutaminis: While this is the basics every Jedi learns when it comes to controlling their force powers, Jayda has develop this ability into its more advance stages. This enabled her to deflect blasters and block light saber attacks though the longer she is forced to maintain it then the more it drains her stamina. Force lightning however has proven rather difficult use this against at her current stage.
Healing: Plain and simple, the ability to mend wounds. However, sensation dealt during mending, knitting and healing injuries are based more on the type of empathy/hatred relationship to the subject. A complete lack of any feelings or emotional sense, a stranger for example, to an individual then there's likely to be numbness in sensation. Those who she feels intense hatred or dislike will find themselves in complete misery and suffering during the healing process as the nerves and pain receptors responsible for pain tolerance have not been turned off. Likewise, allies and closer companions will feel the opposite as they are left with a near pure and relaxing experience.
 
Biography: 

Family 
-Father: Hymo, a Zabrak with some human lineage [force sensitive]
-Mother: Taishma, a full Zabrak 
-Brother: Mehinn, hybrid Zabrak, three years older and twin [force sensitive]
-Sister: Kandra, hybrid Zabrak, three years old and twin 
-Brother: Kaet, human, seven years younger and adopted 

Jayda was born on the Zabrak homeworld, Iridonia, and born to Hymo and Taishma from the Mirthios clan. Among her childhood, she was raised among three other siblings: Mehinn and Kandra, both twins, had been born three years earlier while the youngest, later named Kaet, was found as a orphan human and brought in when he was four. Jayda had grown up within the first seven years as a healthy, normal and happy Zabrak child. She had began to dub into martial arts and combat, like many Iridonian children, in order to survive the harsh environment she called home. Mostly taught by her parents, Jayda thrived best within the movements of the art because it seemed to give the inner peace she had trouble finding elsewhere. It was during one of those training lessons that she first showed her force connect at the age of eight, her brother tested positive to the tests and deep within his training under their father. She had managed a sloppy, ill controlled force jump in an attempt to avoid her father’s low sweeping kick. 

The years passed and around puberty, she underwent the customary physical changes every Zabrak went through. It was during this time she learned combat did well to control her rather violent mood swings and further enhance her focus, sparing her experiences with the dark side and enabling her to cope. A year later, her Res’Selenoren occurred. Rite of adulthood which included a mental, physical and social challenge customary for all youths within her culture to complete. None of them were easy and both the physical and social challenges were far more demanding strictly because she was able to enhance her combat skills with her force, providing an unusual advantage over her less gifted Zabrak. Reaching into adulthood after passing the challenges, her face and neck area were tattooed with the traditional marking of Jato and Jati respectively. Shortly after, her brother’s training had reached its peak and her father’s focus turned upon her more fully. It was here she learned only a bit of her father’s past. Her mind absorbed the Jedi teachings and their Code, yet Hymo usually encouraged her to think for herself when it came to interpretations of the lessons. Possibly the very reason she never fully connected to them. 

She had just turned nineteen when her mother had been wounded in a fight with the local wildlife. It was here she witnessed the complete and utter pain her father went through, a living nightmare, as he was helpless to save his mate from the poison. Her father, Kaet and herself were only able to watch her slowly wither away. It had become Jayda’s task to deliver the message to Mehinn currently training in the capital, her journey taking her far from home. Less then an hour into their visit, a Sith, Trandoshan with a hunger for violence and suffering arrived. In the fight, Jayda was thrown from the window after her brother was murdered right in front of her. His screams followed her all the way down when she hit a balcony and felt her bones nearly shatter into pieces. 

Driven by hatred, she vowed to avenge her brother as she bought and charted a route to follow him. It took her a year, between seeking hearsays and truths, to find him on Kashyyyk where many vicious and dangerous creatures called it home. Naturally trouble found her when a serious miscommunication came about between Jayda and three wookiees, victims of Sish’s terrible enjoyment, resulting in combat. She managed to kill two but the third had managed to stun her, sending her lightsaber from her hand and was about to bash her head in repeatedly. Her worst enemy saved her life by using her distraction to kill the final wookiee. Instead of thanking him, she flickered her lightsaber to her hand and attacked. Still broken and weak from the earlier encounter, Jayda was easily defeated then knocked out cold. Any amount of time could’ve passed when she woke up swinging just a few feet from the forest ground. She had been dragged, bound, and left to die within the Kashyyyk shadowlands. Too weak to use her force powers and her lighsaber long gone, the zabrak used her claws to cut herself down. She was lucky for the most part. Even while bleeding, weak, and exhausted, her only experiences were the local wildlife on route to her ship. She had been stalked and attacked once by an anakkona, ambushed by gorryl slugs, sighted leaflizards, avoided netcasters, and finally she was almost mauled by a katarn. The beast had the pure unpleasant nerve to camp out by her ship and unable to access her force powers, she didn’t escape without a scratch. The transport reeked of the Trandoshan’s scent. Her eyes narrowed at the strongest source, discovering both her lightsaber and a note. 

For the next five years she endured what she would later learned was his apprenticeship trials, a test of her strength in three areas. Physical, mental and emotional were all easily passed but scars were left inside and out. When she passed the final one, standing in the burning remains of a village spared from Sish’s brutality, then Sith finally revealed himself. He made an offer of apprenticeship and tried to convince her to take it. Still enraged over her brother's murder, Jayda attacked and again, Sish proved she wasn’t strong enough. Two years she suffered as his prisoner. Starvation, mutilation, pain and torture were the mildest descriptions at what she had to endure. When it became clear she would die rather then become his apprentice, he changed his methods. He made it clear she couldn’t get revenge if she has died and only by understanding what made him powerful could she hope to end his life. 

That was four months ago and it wasn’t an instant change. Several times she had tried to kill him, each one failed and something injured or broken as a lesson for her sloppiness. She hadn’t stooped low enough to poison him...yet. Jayda would be lying to herself if she didn’t admit the thought wafted within her mind on occasion and seemed to spur her into trying. However her desire to use her own bare hands to ensure the ‘gunsos jho meni yidaj'ter’ (as she calls him) suffers when he dies had pushed her into more confrontal methods rather than dirty ones. Another factor could also because out of respect that she rather face an opponent and have them know who was responsible for their death.   
                     
Motivation: 

[1st person]

My main drive is revenge on Sish. He murdered my brother in cold blood, nearly killing me as well, leaving me to chase him all over the galaxy. I can’t rest until I can make him suffer in the same manner he made Mehinn suffer. It’s petty and pitiful, this I won’t deny or pretend to justify to those who have no understanding. The important part is that it matters most to me. Many would believe I’m doing this for more selfish reasons and I’ll willingly accept their views, but those who know me well enough can see the truth. I’m driven on by Mehinn’s memory. I know he wouldn’t want me to leave Sish alive or allow the gunos jho meni yidaj’ter to ruin more lives. Getting revenge accomplishes that. If my father was here, he would’ve been sadden by my resolution, seeing through the outer appearance and realizing I’m too set on a goal out of guilt and pain. He would’ve tried until his dying breath to rip me from this path though reason or other means. 

Among the few Sith I’ve encountered with my master, I’ve felt like an outsider. While I know both Jedi and Sith codes by hearts, I’m unable to fully understand them or accept their way of life. Emotion as I’ve seen in my youth can be violent and erratic, killing off what is a part of me if I indulge too far. This I can feel happening which only helps to drive me away. Ironic I should be fearful of the darkside and stray when I can from it, something I doubt Jedi could ever do. However, when I stray too far into the light I lose the ability to connect with others. Or rather, I lose sight of what it’s like to feel and my humanity in a way. Feeling completely at peace leaves me feeling nothing but numb and frozen within my soul. It’s like staring into a blinding light and ignoring the shadow I know I’m casting in its rays. The last thing I seek is a balance to myself, namely a place between chaos and peace where I can exist.    

Player’s Long Term Goals: Jayda’s overall plotline, despite if she lives or not, is all about finding a balance within herself. By nature, she is a grey when it comes to her connection to the force and it is during this rp that will come into conflict with both sides. In the beginning she will start off as mostly Sith by choice due to becoming Sish’s apprentice but Jedi or Sith interactions (both good and bad) toward her can easily influence her current alignment, changing it slightly between light and dark.

Path to the Light Side

 This will allow other players throughout time, even those who don’t survive, to decide her end path. Should she manage to overcome the challenges in the IC, show Sish mercy once or allow another to kill him, interact with enough Jedi or in particular ways and finally fully severe any Sith connections than she very well might might find her way to a grey light. 

Path to the Dark Side

However, the opposite is also true as she can easily become corrupted by the Sith’s world. This includes, but not limited to being manipulated, blackmailed, questionable Jedi interactions, attempted murder or given a motivation to gain power outside killing Sish. In addition falling killing Sish while giving into her emotions completely will make her become more grey black in this aspect and any chance to bring her back is impossible for the Jedi.

Third option

Depending on the combination of the conditions met, Jayda could end up at some point finding a middle ground between light and dark. Her own sense of balance and peace. However this path is the most dangerous as she wouldn’t be able to align with either Sith or Jedi, namely due to the fact her motivation is harder to predict. This would make her an enemy to both Jedi and Sith alike because she would seek to balance the forces of light and dark rather than ally fractions into winning the war.  

Relations: 

~Kinsakwi: Jedi master, a purple Twi’Lek. During Jayda’s time on Tattooine, while tracking Sish, this meddlesome Jedi and she had encounter each other a few times. Namely it Jayda who made great strides to prevent the Jedi from ending Sish’s life before her as well as getting killed by him. The Jedi was lucky all she lose was two fingers.
~Sish: Sith Lord, Trandoshan. Her brother’s murder and current master of four months. He is the primary reason she is currently aligned with the Sith and source of most her hatred, his claws having left their traces in the two years he brutally starved, beaten and sliced her surface leaving nothing but fresh scars.

Final Point - Secrets: 
GMs know…

Non-Player Characters

Name:  Navi (Navigation Droid)

Description:

Navi isn’t your common droid.  Anyone with any experience and minor interaction with droids can easily tell that on first sight, the design customized by Xid himself. First off is Navi’s angular and hexagonal shaped body, about 35 cm in diameter and 15 cm in thickness all the way around. Six segmented legs, recycled and refitted from their original droid,  are attached at the base with magnets enabling Navi to climb walls and scale metal surfaces easily. On the front of the design are two, slot shaped eyes and a slot to eject a slicer probe. Despite the bot’s design’s complicated look compared to others, Xid’s design is simple, compact and limits Navi’s usefulness.

Flaws
-Eye catching: Because of his customized design, he isn’t made to blend in. In fact it would be unlikely someone who notices his presence would not realize he’s a unique droid. Proving it’s a Jedi ally, however, is another matter until he’s caught and cut apart.  

-Limited slicing ability: Navi’s skill level in this area is at the basic levels of  slicing, meaning an expert slicer could run rings around the little droid and there’s nothing he could do about it. Highly secure data, he could likely locate it with the right information, but gathering, understanding, and even accessing it could be another matter.

-Personality Flaws: Due to Xid’s dislike of wiping droid’s memories, Navi has developed some personality issues and habits that less than ideal for a droid his size. Short tempered and overprotective of Xid, this little droid’s aspect on good and evil depends on the situation and if Xid’s around to keep the bot on the right path. As far as Navi is concerned, as long as Xid is safe than nothing else matters.

-Little Strength: Navi’s size limits the weight he can carry or move, namely without stress on his small droid body enough to crush it. At max he can move up to 25 lbs total while he can only lift up to 15 lbs before it starts to stress his hull and damage it, so it’s not likely he’ll be used to pull Jedi or other people to new heights any time soon.

-Weak Shell: To lighten the overall weight but at a price, Navi’s durability suffers for it. This means he can’t take any shots from a blaster or direct score by a lightsaber, causing his tactics to be more hit and run then head on confrontation.       

Skills/Ability

- Slicer level: Basic level which means public access terminals, and low protected systems are easily bypassable. However high security and well guarded systems can easily propel him, even alerting others to his slicing giving him barely enough time to scurry off.    

-Magnet feet: Small magnets attached to the bottom of its six appendages, this enables Navi to scale up metal walls, hulls, and more with a problem. However, if he’s carrying too much weight then he risks his magnets disconnecting, causing the droid and his cargo to plummet to the ground.  

-Quick on his Feet: Without the extra hardware most bots have, Navi’s fast and hard to caught. One moment he could be there and the next, he’s gone like a flash out of sight before anyone can usually catch him.

-Small Size: Navi’s more compact size allows him to fit in places most average beings and many droids can’t. He can reach into vents, holes, or other areas without notice making it simple to enter place otherwise locked out to others. What he does from there… well, only his creator can guess at the hell the little droid will play. 

-Grappling Hook: Navi has a small, little grapple on the end of a lengthy line that can reach up to five foot from his current position. He can use this to snatch items from tables, entangle limbs, or lower himself from higher places with a simple attach and retract down.

Name: Lyric Novan 
Species: Human
Age: 39 
Gender: Male
Faction: Jedi Order
Rank: Jedi master
Captive? No, currently off planet. Current location is where the Memory is being put into her final stages and preparing ready to set off on her mission to seek out the Jedi who are mysteriously missing. 

Appearance:

Like many Jedi in this era, Lyric Novan has seen war at its worse and grimmest, however rarely will his appearance and relax manner reflect it. His figure is lean, muscular and well adapted to combat. Numerous scars lay under his traditional Jedi uniform thanks to the many encounters with death at the Sith’s hands, his blade being better and cutting down his foes’ lives without mercy. Thankfully many of those scars lie under his under and over tunics, tabards, and loose trousers, the cloth thickness and layers prevents most of them from being an eyesore. Save for the one over his right eye. His robes' color theme is dull blue and cream white, the outer layers being colored compared to the inner. His utility belt and combat boots are black leather. Hanging from the belt is his lightsaber and several pouches that allow him to carry other tools.      

Flaws:
-Odd quirk: Lyric has a bad habit of smoking thanks to his experience in wartime. He namely smokes cigarra made from a Macan herbs wrapped in paper, rarely is he seen without one stuck and lite in his mouth.
-Not the Average Master: Lyric is a calm and seemingly lazy individual with some negative views on what he sees as a bad idea. He’s not afraid of being negative and bluntly stating his opinion of a situation before the actual start. After all he’s usually expecting some type of snag or caught, something to go horribly wrong in some form. Though he usually passes it off in a mild way.

Skills: 
Lightsaber forms: Ataru [Form IV] and  Soresu [Form III] (less skilled)
Medic Basic Knowledge: He doesn’t have healing capabilities with the force, but doesn’t mean he’s useless. He has a wide knowledge of herbs and medicinal applications, enabling him to patch up the wounded using his experience gained during the field. It’s not as good as Force healing but it will do in a pinch when you need to survive until you find a Jedi with it. [Carries herbs, bandages, stitches, etc]
War Experience: Lyric has been a Jedi in and out of war all his life, serving mostly in Balmorra in a wide range of roles. He has gotten to prefer the support role compared to the direct and in the field since for him, it’s got better odds in surviving for both his allies and himself.
  
Force capabilities: 

Basics: Mastered in the basics all Jedi know well, Lyric’s very skilled and effective when he fully applies himself.
Force Illusion: Lyric is able to make illusions as the force power clearly states, but his particular talent lives in creating human size of someone. This can range from an ideal replicate of himself, identical down to the gritty details, to a complete stranger and ally. Useful when it comes to trickery and giving the Sith false targets, Lyric managed to create up to four copies total which could range from human size to smaller.
Force Cloak: Blend light around himself, making him invisible. While sight might not detect him, sound, touch, and force sense are another matter since it only affects light. Lyric usually uses this in union with his force illusion to get the drop on his opponents, especially those less skilled.
Force Stun: When facing more than one, it's always nice to even the odds. Best way to do that is by stunning and knocking out one of the threats, evening up the odds.
Revitalize: Due to his position as usually support, Lyric learned the art to restore his allies tired energy. However any wounds, serious injury, or prior battle damage will still exist. The only difference is they will feel no exhaustion or drainage from them until they start to deplete it again.
Telekinetic Whirlwind: Able to hit multiple enemies around him by creating a mini whirlwind, thinning uneven odds and often catching his foes off guard. Just because he's able to use doesn't mean he can knock them off their feet however.

Biography:

Lyric’s beginnings started off small. He was the only child in a farming colony, his parents and the village residing on some waterback planet somewhere. It was so long ago he can’t recall the name or does it matter because at five years old he was discovered by a Jedi Knight. The man took him from his parents and transported him to the nearest academy where he was taught the basics of what it meant to be a Jedi. The war started when he was 13, the Empire striking at the Republic, sparking a war he would shortly be tossed into in later years. Becoming a padawan and training under a Jedi knight named Cydian Horthaus, dancing on the front lines with Empire troopers for several years before being rotated off for his Knight trials. He’s done two rounds at Balmorra, the first one five years and the last one seven. He’s been to Kaut for two years between, both recovering from wounds and mental stress being in continual battle against the Empire. On the end of his last rotation, he’s been asked to head a specialized mission to rescue a few Jedi that have went missing over the years since the war’s start. They suspect a Darth Nyiss to be connection but until more information comes through, they merely only able to prepare and wait.

Name: Sela Kythor  
Species: Human 
Age: 48
Gender: Female 
Faction: Jedi Order
Rank: Jedi master
Captive? Depends... we'll wait and see. 

Appearance: 

On first glimpse, Sela might be considered pretty to many. That is, if she wasn’t such a strict follower of the Jedi teachings and kept her appearance rather humbling. A dark skin human, she has few age lines budding along her face where the strongest hints of crow feet are near her eyes and mouth corners, adding just enough maturity to enhance her wisdom without making her look like a crippled woman. Her nose is small, board and shows it has been broken at least once that puts it off center slightly with a lightsaber scar across the bridge. Another of her most notable features are her bright, blue eyes. When they seem to study to someone, it feels like they pass through and into their very soul without much effort. Sadly the left one was damaged in a Sith encounter, a thin, almost invisible scar line from brow down to her jawline, which has left it unable to perceive depth unless up close and personal, a very dangerous matter when in the front lines. Still most younglings are often silenced with a single look from her, even when they seem unable to explain why because her looks are never judging or scolding. Merely it seems she’s waiting for her turn to speak. Midnight black corn rows frame her face where they are pulled back and bundled into rings several times to the back of her head. If ever left down, then  they would reach below her shoulders as she rarely ever cuts it.  

Trained in combat and masterful use in her lightsaber, Sela’s figure is lithe and fit for her dimming years. In her earlier years she was among the most promising Jedi Sentinels, the proof of her talent and experience lacing her appearance. Though she’s a little stiff in her flexibility since before she took on Xid, a Sith also managed to score a slice across her back, she can still hold her own in encounters. The spinal damage seriously affected the nerves and were beyond healing capabilities, which surprise many who learn about it. Few rarely realize even force powers have their limits to what they can repair, especially if too much time has passed. 

Her height is at about 5’9” allowing her to meet eye to eye with many of her fellow masters without adjusting her head level. Her outfit consisted in the theme color of dark tan and browns, her under tunic, over tunic, tabards, and boots were all dark tan. The over tunic was pleated and reached to just above her knees, the waist held a brown utility belt with a simple blue lightsaber. Her loose, free moving trousers however was the same as her heavy, hooded cloak completing the look.                

Flaws:

- Perception depth loss in left eye. 
- Spine damage has killed her movement reaction by a notable margin, though she can still hold her own.  
 
Skills: 

Lightsaber forms: Knowledgeable and extensive training in the forms Shii-Cho (Form I) and Makashi (Form II)

Force capabilities: 

Crucitorn: Increased pain threshold, enabling her to focus over usually crippling pain. However the wounds inflicted, while activated, are difficult to tell how damaging and could ultimately put her in a early grave if used carelessly.
Basics and Force Speed: She's mastered the basics adn is very well adept with their workings, as well as how to use them to her advantage. Speed Force is one she has improved beyond the natural requirements and she uses to cover her weakness though over use in long spans of time will quickly drain her stamina.
Force Bellow: This can knock her foes off balance but is unable to directly harm them, instead she uses it to distract and allow her to strike quickly.
Adv. Tutaminis: Can block blasters, but not lightsabers, in combat.

Biography: 
Born and orphaned, her parents killed on one of the planets involved with the war's skirmishes. She was later brought to the local academy, learning alongside other fellow students and like many before the war showed she had promise. It was at ten she became a Padawan under a Knight Jaxis Loresin, a Zabrak, who's strength was physical combat and mental strength. Her years under his guidance was to prepare her for the struggles not just in life, but against the Sith, working mainly on her combative skills and prowess. Her first mission was on Coruscant when she was fourteen, working alongside her master to follow a connection from a dying soldier on the front lines. It turned out it was more complicated than they originally bargained for causing them both to end up in a struggle to survive. Taking what they learned, the information was enough to arrest and prosecute several Coruscant civilians connected to the Empire. It was small, confidence builder and introduction into working as a Jedi. At 22 she passed her knight trials, the Jedi cutting her braid in the traditional way. This all before the war started and torn the fragile peace they worked for apart. Two years later, she was drawn into combat when the Minos Cluster Campaign began. She was caught up in those events for eight years or so, experiencing the more bloodied side of being a Jedi Knight. It was only the start. She was moved to Balmorra a year later and after that, caught up in the terror in the Battle of Alderaan where she earned the status of Jedi Master. After that incident many good and decent comrades, friends, and more allies fell under the Empire's cruel hands. It wasn't until she was 40, still alive and able to preform like in her prime, did she end up becoming severely injured in the Blockade of Hydian Way. A more skilled Lord Sith had easily overtaken her in combat, already drained from taking several apprentices and troopers earlier, resulting in severed her spine pretty badly. At the end, she was left behind assuming she would've died from her wounds. She was located by Republic soldiers while she crawled to the nearest outpost. 

She was immediately transported to H’Ratth where she met a young Padawan, Lea Rahn, and helped to guide her through recovery. It was a long road trying to regain the motor skills she lost, edging into the ability she once had and managing only most of it. During her recovery, she watched during a hologram the Coruscant Temple's attempts to keep to traditions as best as they could despite the war. Her eyes causally glimpsed over the tournament, a thing she had done in the past many times before, seeking something that tell which Padawan would be suited for her. She lingered on a thin, fragile blond boy. Something about him drew her to him but she didn't know what, not until he managed to show off his latent ability: machines. 

Sending a message, she managed to make the trip a few months later to retrieve Xid Terrik. Most the Jedi were surprised at her choice though she knew in her gut, mind and being she had chosen right. For the next six years she spent training him and accompanying him into danger from Corellia to Balmorra, and filling herself with pride at his success. Sadly, the last two years had done something to him during that key mission. It worried her slightly causing Sela to bring Xid back to Coruscant, a place his life started and a reminder that he might pull through the effects. It would at least prevent him from withdrawing too far.

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Name: Lea Rahn
Species: 93% Human, 7% Vahla
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Faction: Jedi Order
Rank: Padawan
Captured: Seven or eight weeks prior to the Sacking of Coruscant

Appearance:


While older than most other padawans at the age of sixteen, Lea Rahn is still in many ways a child. At the last measurement in Jedi Records (on her sixteenth birthday), she stood at 163.4 cm tall and weighed 56 kg. For humans, that is fairly average, but for someone of her particular near-human descent, it is somewhat below average, but not so far as to be unusually low.

Though she has been a captive of the Sith Empire for a good while now, she has neither gained nor lost any significant amount of weight, though she may have grown a little taller. Her captors may be trying to turn her to the Dark Side of the Force and to make her willing to serve the Empire rather than the republic, but no matter how hard she’s resisted their efforts, they have not resorted to starving her. 

Though, obviously, she personally has had access to basic facilities for cleanliness, her traditional Jedi robes have not been cleaned even once in her captivity and are as such rather dirty, or at least as dirty as clothes get after such long use on a starship. Unfortunately, her green-bladed lightsaber was taken from her back when she was first captured.

Notable Characteristics of Species:

She looks like a baseline human. Somewhere, several hundred years back in her family tree, there was a near-human ancestor with a cartilage-based skeleton. While these genes only make up about seven percent of her genetic code, there are still measurable traits to be found. The most notable of these is the fact that her bones are noticeably more flexible than those of a baseline human. Paradoxically, they are actually more resistant to fractures than those of her ancestors who had more of the Vahla genetics in them. But this also comes at a price, for as all know bone is tougher than cartilage. Where a pure-blooded human would have a clean break, someone with Lea’s genetic heritage is practically guaranteed to get a complex fracture if the bone first breaks.

Biography:

Lea Rahn was born sixteen years ago (in 3669 BBY) in the Jedi medical center on H’Ratth. As the youngest scion of a long, unbroken line of Jedi knights, no one even bothered to have her checked for Force sensitivity. Instead, they started training her in the ways of the Jedi even before she could really understand most of the lessons. Because of this, she got the jump on many other younglings skill-wise. Her family, while it had rarely risen to holding seats on the Jedi Council, was nonetheless fairly influential within the Order, not in the least because they all well-known for being strong in the Force and fair to all they dealt with. Jedi Census records has a slew of noteworthy healers, shadows and diplomats in her family.

Her childhood, by most standards, could be considered carefree and peaceful. For though the Great Galactic War broke out a dozen years before Lea’s birth, it only touched H’Ratth indirectly. To the Jedi Order, the H’Ratth praxeum was known far and wide as a place of healing, a place of peace. The only Jedi to normally come there were those eager to master the healing arts, or those in need of the master healers. Though her family did not expose Lea to the full extent of the war, she wasn’t completely isolated from it either. From a young age, she helped treat the injured who came to H’Ratth.

Lea’s natural inquisitiveness and penchant for not taking a no for a no quickly led to her learning more about the war than most suspected, as well as losing any trace of shock when it comes to major injuries. To her, a major fracture is only different from a shallow cut in the level of treatment required. Even as she learned more about treating the wounded, the other Jedi continued to give her lessons in how to use the Force. Some three weeks before her eighth birthday (in 3661 BBY), she passed the initiate trials and was formally apprenticed to Jedi Master Ral Shodon, a renowned diplomat and healer. He was known to be fair but strict to all he dealt with, and many hoped he could teach Lea that a no actually does mean a no. Few thought that likely, though.

Master Shodon’s training regimen was intensive and strict, allowing Lea far less free time than most Padawans, something that ensured that she was well ahead of her peers both in skill and knowledge just three years after gaining the padawan status (3658 BBY). While this meant that Lea learned far more in these years than her peers, her social development was somewhat stunted by it. She did have some friends, but none of them truly close, rarely having the time necessary to form closer bonds. This matched the opinions of her master well, for he felt that in order for the republic to win the war, some things had to be sacrificed. His was also the opinion that the Jedi needed to work much more closely with the Republic.

Thus it was that though she was, physically and skill-wise ready for the Jedi trials long before her peers (in 3656 BBY), her master did not let her go through them. Instead, he took her away from H’Ratth to the Republic Elite’s Resort world of Alassa Major, where he had every intention of fixing her lack of social skills, even as he trained her in the pitfalls of dealing with politicians. Lea’s time on Alassa Major was anything but relaxing. When she wasn’t learning diplomacy, she was studying the history of the republic and the Jedi. When she wasn’t doing those, she was honing her physical skills or her use of the Force.

Her master’s goal was to have her spend four years on that planet to learn all she needed, but that was cut short (in 3653 BBY), some eight weeks before the Sacking of Coruscant. In a daring raid far past the front lines, a Sith armada jumped straight to that planet, fully intent upon capturing or killing a good portion of the Republic’s richest and most powerful. Though there were a numerous ships in orbit above the planet, few of them were warships and none of those had full or top-notch combat crews.

Within nightfall, virtually all who were on Alassa Major at the time were either in hiding, dead, or more likely, captives of the Imperial Forces. Lea and Master Shodon held their own for a while, but were soon pinned down by overwhelming numbers. Lea’s lightsaber training had early on been focused towards the aggressive Ataru form. While that form is excellent against multiple opponents, even it has a limit. Not even a master of Ataru can hold out forever against a hundred or more soldiers with blasters. In the end however, neither of them were cut down by the countless blaster bolts flying through the air. Instead, they were both hit with stun blasts fired by another group of Imperial troopers.

When Lea next woke up, she and Master Shodon were both tied up and surrounded by Sith troopers. But that was not what caught her attention. No, what caught her eyes was the Sith standing right before her, fingering her master’s lightsaber. That Sith had no right to do that! Lea tried to get up and rush the red-skinned woman, but before she could even get her feet under herself, a pair of Imperials resolutely pushed her back down.

What happened next went beyond Lea’s comprehension. Without any warning, without saying a word, the Sith drew her lightsaber and cut Master Shodon’s head off in a single swipe. Lea tried to fight those holding her down, but they were far too strong. Oh how she wanted to kill that Sith! For a few moments, Lea expected her own head to be cut off as well, but instead she was lifted up and carried away. What happened after this point and before the Sacking of Coruscant can only be guessed at. Certainly there were no republic-aligned witnesses to it.

Flaws:

Lea is more than anything inexperienced. Though her training and education has been far more intensive than that of other padawans her age, she has yet to put most of that training to practical use. With the loss of her master and all connections to the past, her nascent uncertainty has begun to bear fruit. As a lone prisoner of the Sith, she knows that there are no one around who can be trusted with anything. This has caused her to bury questions she would have asked in the past. Her master had taught her well how untrustworthy the Sith are.

Skills:

Her master’s training has given her knowledge in many far-ranging fields. History. Tactics. Politics. Subterfuge. Diplomacy. Even basic piloting. However, Lea has never flown any ship alone before, there has always been someone to help and guide her in controlling the vessel. Since her capture, she has picked up several new skills, like bypassing cell security.

Force capabilities:

Lea has, naturally, been trained in all the basic force powers common to her age, but isn’t too practiced in using most of those abilities under stressful circumstances. Some, she was taught by Master Shodon, the rest she learned from others. 
Like all Jedi, she’s trained in the basics. She has learned a fairly wide range of skills for her age, but still lacks practice. What her master did not teach her, she picked up from other Jedi. She’s fairly adequate at mental skills, but is quite inexperienced with using the more physical skills. Its not that she’s incapable of doing them, that she’s weak, but simply that she’s not used to using those abilities much. The one skill she has had plenty of time to practice is her meditation. Being stuck for hours or even days at a time in a cell has given her plenty of time to practice that.
Basic abilities, including some extra training in using mind tricks. Force Healing, Breath Control, Crucitorn.

Personality:

Lea doesn’t give up easily. Her master’s strict training regimen hardened her in this fashion. He taught her not to give up even when circumstances seem hopeless. Thus it is that she’s taught herself to escape from most any sort of containment. It hasn’t helped her get off the Imperial transport Kaggath yet, but even if the first thirty-eight escape attempts don’t work, doesn’t mean the thirty-ninth or fortieth attempts won’t either. When she’s set on a goal, she’s very hard to dissuade.

Relations:

When Jedi Master Sela Kythor was grievously injured in trying to break the Blockade of the Hydian Way (in 3661), she was taken to H’Ratth for the level of Medical care only available there. When she arrived, Lea aided the masters in treating Sela’s injuries. During the time afterwards, in between her intensive lessons with Master Shodon, Lea also guided Sela through the recovery.

Lea Rahn respects people who are direct. It doesn't have to be the truth, but people sliding around facts, trying to hint at some sort of hidden stuff will only annoy her, never earn her respect. Trying to push her around to giving respect that way will never work. She's far too stubborn.

Her vocal pitch is Contralto.


Name:  Kennith Rahn
Species:  Near-Human (92% Human, 8% Vahla)
Age:  41
Gender:  Male
Faction: Jedi Order
Rank: Jedi Knight - Investigator
Captive?  Nope.

Appearance: 

Standing 176 cm tall, Kennith is neither remarkably tall nor short. He’s relatively muscular, but not overly so. The partial armor beneath his robes may give the impression of a stouter build than he really has.

Notable Characteristics of Species: 
Like his niece, Lea Rahn, he looks like a baseline human. While he’s mostly human, he shares the same Vahla ancestry as her, though the randomness of genetics has him with a whole percent more Vahla, which is not enough to make any significant difference. Like her, his bones are harder to break than those of a human, but in turn if they do break, they are considerably more prone to fragmentation.

Flaws:  Kennith is many things, but a duelist is not one of them. Over the years, he’s practiced some dueling, but he never became what anyone would consider good at it. As such, he’d much rather run from than fight another Jedi/Sith.
Though it is excess weight most of the time, he nonetheless carries a second lightsaber sheathed within a specialized compartment on the side of his left boot. This allows him both to pull a second lightsaber if some accident (or capture) should leave him unarmed and to wield two lightsabers at once, but like with dueling, he’s no expert at this either. This does mean his boots are bulkier than optimal, which can be a hindrance.

Skills: 
When it comes to lightsaber combat, his primary form is V, Shien, as he deals more often with the scum found throughout the galaxy than he does with Sith. He’s had some basic training in a couple of other forms, but not enough to reach more than very basic proficiency. He has basic proficiency in Jar’Kai, but still prefers to stick to the fifth form due to his lack of regular practice with dual blades.
While training as a Jedi Investigator, Kennith picked up a wide range of skills, from slicing to demolitions to galactic law and linguistics. Knowing the nuances of laws in many sectors and systems has helped him get away with doing things of questionable legality on more than one occasion, something not all the masters of the order fully approve of. In many ways, he’s followed an “ends justify the means” methodology for much of his career. In particular, his skill at hot-wiring speeders and sleight of hand has met with lackluster approval from more than one Jedi Master.
Over the years he's become a decent pilot. Not an Ace, but more than passable. Having to occasionally run from a pissed-off Hutt necessitates a certain level of skill.

Force capabilities: 
The basics, with increased focus upon acrobatics and mind tricks, as well as convenient skills like Breath control, detoxify poison, Tapas and disable droid. He’s not above using messier abilities like Malacia, but he won’t use abilities of a darker nature. As an investigator, he’d have practically salivated over the idea of using Psychometry, but that aptitude is practically non-existent. He’s tried at times to use Force Cloak, but has not quite gotten the hang of it. After several failures at very inopportune moments, he’s stopped experimenting with that. Mostly.

Biography: 
Though he was born on and went through childhood on H’Ratth like most other members of House Rahn the past many generations, he shared neither the temperament for nor the particular aptitude towards healing with the Force. When that became clear to the masters, he was given a quite different training regimen, including that of becoming the padawan to a Jedi Investigator, a Rodian named Grogos Anwan. He took to that like a Thranta takes to the sky. Within a decade, he passed the trials, had thoroughly perplexed his master and gotten on a bad footing with three different criminal cartels. Not bad for a decade’s work.

The outbreak of the Great Galactic War in 3681 affected him less than it affected most Jedi. Sure, he’s not fond of the Sith, but he did not get recalled to fight in the war, being far more useful where he was. The scene in the criminal underworld got shaken up by it, but soon stabilized once more. He’d learned that criminals might fight and compete, but they liked a certain level of stability. Thus, when the Mandalorians loyal to the Empire blockaded the Hydian Way in 3661, Kennith could see the repercussions throughout the underworld. He and his fellow investigators didn’t have even remotely close to enough pull (or credits) to outright get someone to break it (the sum for that would’ve been immense), but a few words here and there, a few credits dropped in convenient places ensured that eventually some smugglers got the idea of breaking it. Once that ball started rolling, all he had to do was keep an ear to the ground and tip off the SIS at the appropriate time. What happened next is all history.

As the years went by, he continued building his network of informants and dealing with criminals that went too far, but did not stand out in any particular events. He might’ve had some involvement with contracts the republic gained with questionable legality, but if he did, it is a well-kept secret, just like the existence of such contracts is.

When the Sith attacked Alassa Major, taking his niece Lea captive as well as a good number of the republic’s elite, he dove deep into the criminal underworld, only communicating with his superiors when he found things that were of significant importance, either the the war effort or for the search for his niece. Some sort of sixth sense, perhaps linked to the Force, told him that Lea hadn’t been sent directly to Korriban. Many of his peers told him to give it up, but Kennith could not. In some ways, he felt he’d failed her by being absent as much as he had, even if he deep down knew that it could not have been any different. He’d heard both from her parents and from her master that she was not of quite the same temperament as him, so even if they had not been kin, it would not have been right for him to train her. Seeing that fact, and that they were kin, he could not have trained her properly even if it had been allowed.

The day he learned she’d been captured, he swore a vow that he’d not stop searching till he found her and if possible, brought her back. The following day, he left H’Ratth behind, Only stopping by Alassa Major to take in the scene of the destruction left behind by the Sith before delving into the criminal underworld. Ever since, he’s followed a fairly regular pattern, starting with the Coruscanti underworld, then Tatooine followed by Bothawui and Nar Shaddaa, before going to Trandosha, only to go back to Coruscant again. On each of those worlds, he’d spend a few days to a week, never more. Over time, he built up a fairly extensive portfolio on the Sith responsible for the Alassa Major attack.

Some Jedi feared he might fall to the dark Side, but others who knew him better knew there to only be minimal risk of that. He might have a history of twisting the laws, but he had never strayed from the principles of the Jedi Code. His feelings for Lea were those proper between two who are close kin, no more. She was less than half his age.

His search led him no closer to her, but it was not all in vain. On one of his trips to Nar Shaddaa, maybe a bit over four weeks prior to the Sacking, one of his informants told of a recent strike against a hutt-opposing group of criminals, in particular, a young woman who stood out in it – Someone the hutts really wanted to punish. He did not normally work at recruiting the way some other Sentinels did, but he could not deny the evidence that indicated she might be Force-sensitive. After a couple of hours of debating, he decided to seek her out and fetch her. Seeing as she was scheduled to die in the Arenas, he did not have time to acquire the credits to buy her, nor did he think the hutts would sell her for any reasonable amount even if he had had those credits. Thus he had only one option. The violent one.

He made his way to the correct arena and found his concern to be more than justified. That particular arena wasn’t one he usually contacted informants in, but it took but a few moments to figure out that she was scheduled to fight a fairly renowned Zabrak, one with a history of brutal kills. It wasn’t hard to figure out, seeing how she was the only female scheduled for that particular day.

Using the Force for all it was worth, he threaded his way through the crowds until he got close to the cage the fight was in. By the time he got close enough, the fight had already started. It was already messy. Calling on the Force once more, he rushed forth, slicing the cage open and splitting the Zabrak in half with a single swing of his lightsaber. With two more slashes, he cut the side of the cage away, and made it abundantly clear that she was to follow him away. Even in deep shock as she was, she did not object.

The cheers of the crowd were deafening, most of them not yet having realized it wasn’t part of the show. By the time they got to the edge of the arena, enough had figured it out to start shooting. He easily turned those bolts back on their owners. A dozen more kills and two hot-wired speeders later, and he took her away from Nar Shaddaa, fully knowledgeable about the fact that he had probably gotten on the wrong footing with yet another Hutt. But he’d gotten the girl away safely, that was the important thing. Killing one cage fighter and stealing another wasn’t sufficient for the hutts to issue a death mark. Probably.

He brought her back to the Coruscant by the fastest reliable route, then dropped her off for the Masters to deal with. He certainly had no intention of training her. In their time together, he’d quickly learned just how nasty a mouth and temper she had. He did not want to have to live with that for the next decade or two. Besides, he needed to continue searching for traces of his niece, and that would not be possible while dragging a padawan along.

Personality and/or Motivation: 
Kennith Rahn is a bit of an enigma. As a Jedi Investigator, he helps the Order and the republic maintain the law. He is very clear on that front. But on the other hand, he’s not above going into gray areas to achieve that, including, at times, charcoal gray areas so far as the laws are concerned. The ends justify the means.

He respects the Jedi code, but is willing to flex certain rules when needed. However, no matter how flexible he is with certain rules and laws, he has never yet strayed from the light side, which might be why he’s not been chastised more by the masters. He knows enough about the family history to be very wary of the Dark Side.

Player’s long term goals: 
Kennith will be a source of information for the rescuers. A bit unorthodox in his methods, but he’s known for results and with a personal stake in the rescue, none will doubt his resolve to see it through.

Relations: 
Nazca: He’s the one who found her on Nar Shaddaa and brought her to the temple. He knows a little about her, but not much.
Lea Rahn: Lea is his niece. While he’s looked in on her on occasion and has kept a certain eye on her progress, he’s not had much chance the past couple of years. With her being less than half his age, he treats her accordingly. By the time she became more than a toddler, he was already knighted. She is in many ways the daughter he never had. Her capture by the Sith hit him hard because of this.


Name: Miasa Trentax
Species: Sluissi
Age: Uncertain, youthful (30s) {Secret: 62}
Gender: Female
Faction: Sith Empire
Rank: Apprentice (Architect)

Appearance:

As Sluissi go, Miasa has a fairly standard appearance. Her eyes are black with just a faint tinge of blue, her scales a grayish green. When standing upright without stretching higher or crouching, she is roughly 1.6 meters tall, though she can easily stretch well over a meter higher without much effort. She can naturally also slide upon the floor like a serpent, though she prefers not to. Stretched out, her body is 3.72 meters long, but she generally keeps her tail end fairly close, or at least bent. When at rest and not moving about, she can easily coil it up beneath herself. When compared with male members of her species, of whom she cannot recall having seen any, she is somewhat smaller, both in resting height, length and in girth. Her weight is roughly 52 kilograms, which puts her similarly somewhat beneath the average for her species.

Her clothes are simple, worn primarily for appearance rather than the need to conceal anything. She’s not got anything to hide and there’s no part of her that should be seen as interesting to males of non-sluissan origin in any case. As clothes go, she only wears a few series of Herglic-leather belts and bandoliers filled with firmly strapped-down tools of her trade. The muscles of her body are sleek but powerful, able to lunge fast like most snakes and reptiles are, capable of building up crushing strength due to the ability she has of locking certain muscles. The scales forming her underside are larger than the others, making movement easy while offering added protection from anything upon the floor.

Notable Characteristics of Species:

Sluissans tend on average to be roughly 1.7m tall while at rest, ranging from a total length of 3.6 to 4m long. Their adult body mass at regular gravity can go from around 50 kg up to 80 kg on average, depending on body length and girth. Being reptilian, they have no hair. Unlike most species, they do not have legs. Their tongues are forked, their eyes ranging from blue to black. As senses go, their regular sight is somewhat diminished, though they can to some degree “see” heat and they can taste the air. Because of their large area of contact with the ground, certain types of vibrations are possible to sense and to some degree pinpoint.

The average lifespan of a Sluissan is 76 years, with clear signs of aging showing up around the 50th year. Scales are shed a few at a time, rather than a full set at a time. They range from light-brown to deep-green in hue. 

Flaws:

When it comes to the biology of Sithspawn, Miasa knows quite a bit, having at one time studied under Darth Nyiss. But when it comes to other species, she thinks she knows more than she actually knows. This can cause unforeseen mistakes and misunderstandings.
With no legs, she can’t climb the way other humanoid species can. To climb up anything, she either needs to have something to grab onto, or for it to have sufficient friction for her scales to grip. Vertical or near-vertical surfaces are virtually impossible to climb. Due to her body’s natural friction and low balance point, she can have far greater reach than many other species without putting herself at risk of falling.
Though her species is not cold-blooded, she is anything but fond of cold temperatures and climates, as her body has very little natural insulation. Thus, exposure to low temperatures over long time can be devastating.
When it comes to her belongings and her places of work, she is meticulously organized. Anyone messing up her system can and will get on her bad side quickly and not easily earn forgiveness. Same goes for people who try to make her rush her work.
While most assume she is the age she looks, an enterprising Sith might discover that she is considerably older, that she should have been near the end of her life, not in her prime. How this came to pass is not so easily discovered, but some might draw a connection between her age regression and Nyiss’ youth. They would be right, but that would not help them find the how of it. Having been old once, Miasa does not particularly look forward to being so again, finds a certain relief in it being many years off still.
Compared to most others, despite her size, she is not heavy. Even without the Force, she can easily be thrown about by others.
At several points in her past, she showed a strong tendency towards hubris. This tendency, while not seen lately, may not fully have been eradicated.
When it comes to combat, she is at times too careful, letting fights drag on and ignoring others’ mistakes despite her near-mastery of Soresu, simply because she’s sure they’re feints. This can be risky, as nobody’s perfect in their combat.
When she’s frustrated with machines not doing as they are supposed to, she frequently uses Sith Lightning upon them, despite deep down knowing that will not do anything beneficial. It might even damage the machines further. Still gives her a certain satisfaction.


Skills:

All Sluissi have a natural aptitude with technology. Be it from small objects like lightsabers to droids and even up to starships, Miasa can fix them all given enough time, maybe even improve their functionality. This ability, particularly the last, comes from a mixture of seeing how things work, patience and massive amounts of experience and knowledge.
Her level of preferences go in this decreasing order: Tools, ships, large machines, droids. The reason for this is simple: tools don’t have minds of their own and are easy to meddle with. Ships are complex but with the same basic set of functions no matter the size. Their mainframes are rarely too wilful. Large machines are generally not too willful and tend to be easy to rework. Droids however, can be rather wilful and uncooperative.
Similarly, computer security systems are merely a hurdle, not a barrier, so long as they do not have a timed self-destruct, that is.
When it comes to lightsaber combat, Miasa has a highly customized style, not in the least because of her unique physiology. The principles behind her style is primarily Soresu, but she will just as often utilize two lightsabers as she will one. Seeing how she doesn’t have feet, her footwork is… lacking. Instead, she utilizes her tail for all its worth. Where a legged individual can theoretically be kicked/pushed over, a Sluissi is practically impossible to destabilize in that fashion.
She is very hard to escape, as her sense of smell and taste is far superior to that of species like humans and she can to some degree sense vibrations. This makes her a natural tracker, a skill she has had some practice with, but it is not something she has chosen to master. The quality of the tracking depends on the climate and environment.


Force capabilities:

Being non-humanoid, some of the basic skills do not work the same way for her. Jumping, for example, is very different. But she’s naturally trained to use them all in her own fashion.
While she is of course capable of choking people with the Force, she prefers to use her own body, be it hands or tail to do so. It gives her more satisfaction. Locking her muscles, she can drag such out for a long time. providing them just enough air not to die, but not enough to do anything meaningful.
Her primary training in the Force comes in the form of Sith Alchemy. She’s no master at it, but neither is she a beginner. Her favored subjects are certain Sithspawn and complex machines. In her years of serving the Darth, she has designed and/or built many things for her, though she never knows what the Darth uses and what machines/designs are simply false leads. She knows well that she is far from indispensable.
Some say that her work with machines and Sith Alchemy is very similar to the art of Mechu-deru, but to Miasa, who has never learned any form of Mechu-deru, it is simply alchemy. Whereas Mechu-deru (normally at least) doesn’t utilize the Dark Side, her skill with imbuing technology with the Force is based upon using the Dark Side. If confronted with an object enhanced/created through Mechu-deru, she will not readily see how it was done, or be able to replicate it.
Where an object crafted with Mechu-deru might be made to work at 120% capacity due to the internal parts being streamlined and structured beyond design capacity, Alchemical creations tend to be designed with the idea of doing things beyond what they should be able to do. Tools that cause the user mild pain to hold. Machines that can splice genes of the different species. Ships whose controls bring out the darker nature in their pilots. Where “enhancement” and calm emotions fuel traditional mechu-deru, Alchemy is fed more by harsh emotions.
She has a certain level of skill with Force lightning, but it is more often used on machines than on people, and then only when the frustrate her sufficiently.


Biography:

The known facts about Miasa Trentax are few and far between. Its not that the details don’t exist, but rather that few know them and fewer still share them with people. But there are a few obvious facts. One, she was clearly not hatched in the Empire, as there is no notable Sluissi population in the pre-war Empire. Two, it is not known exactly who brought her to the Empire or when that happened. Those who do dig deeply enough assume she was taken captive early in the war.

Those who dig a little deeper, will find that someone remarkably similar to her in appearance and name was seen in the empire decades before the war, but that she is too young to be that someone unless there is something more to her than her appearance suggests. Most who dig will not find much beyond this.

Those who dig deeper, will find that whomever brought her to the Empire from the republic had wanted her as a “pet project” of some sort, only to be killed not long after returning with her. For the next decade, she was thrown about between various functionaries both in the imperial navy and in the Sith Order. Few liked her, fewer still trusted her. Some time after that, she was put to work in the shipyards of the Imperial Navy, where she proved to be naturally apt for both repairing, constructing and improving machines and ships. She spent a few years working there, then someone got the crazy idea of testing her for Force-sensitivity. Few believed a lower species like hers could have aptitude, but those few were proven wrong shortly afterwards, when the test results came in.

Her aptitude for the Force meant only one thing: Sith training. The training was harsh, many of the Sith piling challenge after challenge upon her, hoping to see her fail. But while some took her more time than others, she never left a challenge unfinished, never left a foe unbeaten. In time, she revealed herself to be highly ambitious and quite cunning. Despite the handicaps she had, she rose faster than most through the ranks in the Sith Academy. Too quickly, many said. In the end, her rapid rise resulted in hubris, for she soon thought herself ready to challenge a Sith Lady.

It doesn’t take a genius to see how an apprentice barely out of the academy, even a skilled one, cannot easily best a Sith Lady. The Sith Lady she chose was a fairly reclusive one, who was not well known to anyone, going by the name “Nyiss”. She located the Sith Lady, then went to her hideout, fully intent upon victory. Exactly what went down in that challenge is not known to anyone outside it, but when she did not return, most assumed it had gone with her as it went with others who failed such challenges. They assumed her dead.

Decades later, some nineteen years before the present day, the recently anointed Darth Nyiss emerged onto the imperial scene, for the first time joining the war against the republic. Her battles were short, sudden and messy. Many commanders disliked having her involved due to the cases of friendly forces being hit by her biochemical weapons, but higher up in the hierarchy, her victories were met with widespread approval. The war in that theatre, which had long been stagnating, started advancing once more.

Five years and countless casualties later, shortly after the Darth got a small fleet permanently assigned to her, she up and left the war for the unknown regions. For several years, none saw anything of her or her fleet. When she returned, she not only looked younger than she had looked when she left, but she had at her side a fairly young Sluissan who bore a remarkable resemblance to the ambitious Sith who had set out to depose then-Lady Nyiss. The Sluissan, Miasa, had knowledge far beyond her years, so soon rumors arose in certain parts of Sith ranks that the Darth had found the means of controlling  her age. Several Sith tried to investigate, but after several such investigations were thoroughly discouraged from completion, most Sith gave up on finding that particular truth. There enough corpses of those who had failed to discourage even the most eager of Sith Lords.

The new Miasa, though evidently the same person as the old one physically, was a different person altogether when it came to behavior and personality. Where the old one had been brash and impatient, the new one was patient and meticulous. The same ambition could be seen in her, but it was tempered. And there was no doubt about her loyalty to the Darth. She often disappeared for months at a time, presumably on various lengthy projects for her master. For the two months leading up to the Sacking of Coruscant, she has been overseeing the refits on Nyiss’ personal fleet. 

Personality and/or Motivation:

Above all other traits, Miasa is patient. Ever since her long-ago exuberance ended up with her being in the service of Darth Nyiss, she has shown how much she values patience. When she sets a goal, it is rarely set on a short timetable. Like other Sluissi, she has been known to achieve miraculous things with machines, but never so when rushed. As such, she tends to have fairly free reins in her work, so long as she delivers.

As someone belonging to a species that isn’t remotely similar to her master’s, she knows well that she will never truly be considered worthy of learning all her master knows. Once, she might have resented that, but in the decades since she first entered the Darth’s service, she has learned to live with it. To her, knowing even 80% of what her master knows is enough. If she can at the same time ensure that her master’s knowledge and power grows, so too will her knowledge and power grow. She knows better than to supplant her master, but that does not mean she is beyond taking part in the intrigue of the Sith.

Though Miasa Trentax has not been around the Kaggath for the sacking, she has kept a certain eye on some of the dossiers of the other Sith and upon bits and pieces of the surveillance footage from the cells. Seeing how she’s been rather busy, she has not had the time to watch much of it. The opinions below are just as much how her view will most likely become as it is what her view currently is.
Sith

Darth Nyiss: For decades, Miasa has been in the service of Darth Nyiss. As such, she knows the Darth well.
Sish She has heard of this Sith Lord and knows there’s more to him than meets the eye, but what she does know doesn’t make her overfond of him. She would not go out of her way to ensure his survival.
Jewel Namore Jewel’s almost unbridled ambition reminds Miasa of how she was in her youth. As such, she considerers the 39-year old Sith Lord to be child-like and impatient, neither trait favorable. In her eyes, Jewel could use a good thrashing from someone to teach her patience.
Jayda Mirthios Jayda’s unwillingness to give in to Sish’s brutality raises her value in Miasa’s eyes, but at the same time her unwillingness to fully use the dark side is not a good sign. As such, her view of Jayda is relatively neutral. 
Zanna Like with Jewel, Miasa views Zanna’s ambition with a bit of concern. Ambition needs to be bridled. Power needs to be earned through patient and hard work or it will slip away as quickly as it was gained.
Jakali Harcor She does not know too much about Jakali. He isn’t quite so ambitious as others and has been known for a certain patience, so her opinion of him is higher than of others, but seeing how he is human, he is still inferior in her eyes. His loss of a limb shows that he was not patient enough at one time, but the fact that he is still alive is a possible indication that he learned something from it.
Azariah Alexander Azariah is one of few Sith that Miasa respects. He seeks knowledge much the same way she does, and he does not rush about. These two traits combined mean considerable respect from her.
Ven'ren Dijktra Miasa doesn’t trust Ven’ren. All she has learned of him makes her view him as unreliable and incapable of long-term plans.

Jedi Rescuers

Lyric Novan No knowledge or opinion yet.
Sela Kythor No knowledge or opinion yet.
Kennith Rahn No knowledge or opinion yet.
Avix Veir No knowledge or opinion yet.
Voson Pha No knowledge or opinion yet.

Jedi Prisoners

Tolun Fi He is patient and technologically apt. As such, he is worthy of a certain level of respect. His conversion either to the Dark side and/or to the side of the Empire is a high-priority goal, but not something that should be rushed.
Alat SevNot formed yet: His calm demeanor is a plus in Miasa’s eyes.
KorenNot formed yet
Xid TerrikNot formed yet: Though she does not yet know much about this prisoner, she will find him interesting and focus somewhat upon him. 
Nazca Barsavi Despite her distance from the Kaggath, Miasa has heard of this one’s loud-mouthed and thoughtless tendencies. They do not make her worthy of respect.
Lea Rahn Miasa was present back when Lea was initially captured, but has had very little to do with the young human in the months since, having been away working on various projects for the Darth. Her opinion as such is somewhat unformed.
Shir'Inilim “Shiri” Miasa considers Shiri to be a bit of an unknown. She is young and thus has much room for growth. Her opinion is as such fairly neutral.
Arix VaasNot formed yet: Much like with Shiri, Miasa thinks the full extent of Arix’ value to the Darth is an unknown. Neutral opinion.
Jade YuNot formed yet: Same as the previous.

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Name:  Koren Omi-Ren
Species:  Human
Age:  23
Gender:  Male
Faction: Jedi Order
Rank:  Jedi Knight - Watchman
Captive?  The most Captivating of Captives.
Notable Race Traits:  None.
Flaws: 

Mentally Traumatized: While he is in control of his emotions, due to the traumatic events on Manaan he sometimes re-lives the event, and when that occurs he suffered from increased anxiety and finds it harder to keep his emotions in check. The issues with his emotions cause him to withdraw from some of his Force abilities, to ensure that he is the one in control.

Lonesome: Watchmen by their very roles in the Jedi Order aren’t as used to making connections as other Jedi. They never work in a team and quite often have to work behind the scenes in order to steer governments or organisations in the direction that is best for the galaxy at whole. While he is not opposed to teamwork taking part in a team will be a dynamic he is not used too, especially if he isn’t the one making the decision. A concept he would struggle with.

Left Knee: His left knee suffered extensive damage during his time as a Padawan, despite kolto treatment and Jedi healing the knee itself is susceptible to pains when overused, causes a constant limp and a soft point for attack. As such he tends to keep all his weight on his right leg when engaged in combat.

Medical Skills: While talented on handling people, and political situations he doesn’t have technical know how or medical know how beyond the basics expected off all Jedi.

The Code: His strict adherence to the code has been found as an annoyance by several other Jedi that he has come across before.

Distrust: While those he saved from Manaan treat him as a saviour, his faith in the Republic, and in some small way the Jedi has been shaken due to their apparent unwillingness to assist Manaan.

Skills: 

Observational: As part of his training he has been trained to keep a keen eye, to spot anything out of the ordinary without solely relying on the Force to do so*.

Tactical/Strategic: Most of his jobs involve solving problems on planets before they truly become a problem, and this needs quite a lot of political wrangling and maneuvering and as such he needs to think several steps ahead to make sure his actions won’t have adverse reactions in the future*.

Sneaky: Without the use of the Force, he’s learned how to blend into a crowd and fulfill a role to make sure nobody notices him. A task necessary as Jedi can’t find out anything as Jedi, so sometimes to get to the route of the problem it requires improvising.

Independent/Improviser: As stated above a lot of his jobs he does by himself, and they require a certain degree of self reliance. Not to mention that with the roles he is performing quite often while performing a plan he has to improvise on the spot to make sure it works. This does not mean that he is unwilling to work with others, he actually prefers the company. However with a war on he could not always rely on support when he needed it. Despite knowing this, the failure for the Republic to help Manaan has shaken his faith in it.

Investigator: He has been trained to solve crime, as such he’s become a proficient investigator.

Lightsaber Combat: Trained in the tricky Tràkata and Sokan, duelist Makashi and Shii-Cho (like most Jedi), has also touched base on Soresu.

Bi-Lingual: While versed in Galactic Basic also able to understand Selkath, and is also able to speak the language if he gives it some time to think about it.
*Both of these skills he has also refined in an underwater environment giving him good spacial awareness and is also capable of working underwater easily and is so used to it it barely affects him.

Force capabilities: 
Core Abilities:  Regular practice with telekinesis has increased his proficiency in it, making him more precise and slightly more powerful than someone who has not dedicated time to specifically studying telekinesis.
Force Revitalization:  Typically uses this to replenish himself physically or spiritually, especially since Manaan to prevent himself from dreaming.
Force Empathy: The Ability to use the Force in order to determine how people are feeling, this ability is more of an innate one that someone is born with however through training he has honed it so that he is not constantly feeling other people's feelings and he can focus on one specific person to tell how they are feeling. However extreme bursts of emotions sometimes break through his mental barrier and hit him. Though also true, that when he loses focus in an event such as an anxiety attack his mental barrier breaks which can flood him with other people's emotions.

Through careful use Force Empathy can be used in conjunction with Mind Control to alter how others are feeling. He has not dared use this ability since Manaan. Standard mind control rules apply.

Force Illusion: Has the ability to create illusions in the Force. Most Force Users can likely see through them if they focus, he can only create small objects however. If he wishes to cast a larger illusion to affect an entire room it is just light manipulation.

Biography: 

Koren was born on Eriadu, and found at a young age by the Jedi. Like most Jedi he was found by a Watchman and the will of the Force. He was barely old enough to walk when he was taken to the Jedi Temple. The Jedi trying to recruit as many as they could at an even younger age than usual to ensure that they did not fall into the hands of the Sith. As such he was sent to Coruscant to spend his infantile years in the Jedi temple there. Identical to most he was raised on the tenants of the Jedi, struggling like many children to not grow attached to others,  however he always knew he was a part of something greater in being part of the Jedi order. Since his sixth birthday he was always slightly more observant than others. Unknowingly picking up on the feelings of others through the Force and acting on those feelings. When he discovered that this was a force ability, so much more seemed to make sense. All his life he had been able to determine how people had been feeling, fighting against it sometimes due to the fact that during meditation he could feel the fear, pain and anguish of the war going on. 

He came to accept it, choosing to train himself on how to use this ability to do good rather than let it hamper is progress or control him. He harnessed it as part of who he was and knew in his heart that he would become a better Jedi because of it. This got him under the watchful eye of Master Roln, one of the watchmen of the Kuat System. Immediately interested he kept tabs on the younglings training.

Throughout the rest of his Jedi Training he focused on his study of people, many believed that he’d walk the line of a Diplomat. However he was invested in the Jedi cause, to do good where it was needed and to save lives and improve the order. In his mind a diplomat didn’t do that, these worries began to grow as he began to approach the Apprentice Tournament. What happened if his master didn’t follow the code as strictly as he did? What if he ended up having to fight on the front lines? Though he soon realized that these thoughts were themselves against the code for being selfish. Chastising himself for doing so unlike many of the other Initiates he spent his time leading up to the tournament in silent meditation, as he was always taught that to find his path he need only look the the Force for guidance.  

He opened his eyes afterwards with a fresh take on the Jedi Order, and the Code itself. While he had always followed the code he had never truly believed in it. He wasn’t quite sure but within that trance he realised that it was the way forward, a way to live by and to convince others (through nonviolent means) to follow it. For if everyone followed the Code there would be no war, no hatred. Only peace. In the trials this new state of mind became obvious to those who knew him, he moved without confliction.

When sparring he always moved for disarming blows. At the end of the fight, when his opponent fell to the floor what he did surprised everyone. He turned off his blade, and offered his hand to his opponent helping him up. Though this was the first trial of many, and other than a test based on a board game to test one's ability to plan ahead and overcome any challenge he may face. Afterwards, his future master didn’t hesitate on selecting him. Jedi Knight Tadia Wren, having being previously informed of his possible skills by her former master, Thaun Roln, she had decided to take on a Padawan for the first time.

His first years under her tutelage had little incident, working in the Manaan sector would do that. While there was always the necessity to keep an eye on the criminal underground and ensure that the Republic kept themselves in check while on the planet he had time to devote himself to his studies under her, as the war raged on throughout the Galaxy. She taught him her own favoured form of lightsaber combat, Makashi. The duelling form, specifically designed for taking out others wielding weapons similar to lightsabers. Over time he began to add a twist, whether he knew it or not he studied Tràkata. Turning off his blade at opportune moments when he could see that his master was putting force behind a swing so that when it met no resistance it would throw her off balance.

However while his studies continued there was still the need to keep an eye on Manaan itself. He was trained both as a diplomat, and a spy. He was taught how to blend into crowds, keep out of sight and play a role in a disguise as even when working with the Republic citizens on Manaan they could not always be trusted. This is when he began to distrust the Republic, as he saw the issues that lay within the group. It was supposed to be the ideal system, ideal government. Yet there was still corruption and extortion within its ranks. At the age of eighteen he himself found a plot connecting a hotel owner and a Republic Officer in transporting of Illegally obtained Kolto.

This was one of the situations he had to weigh carefully, and he even asked his master however she told him it was his decision to make. He would have to be the one to decide, both options had implications. If he did not take the deal to the Selkath council and they discovered it, and he didn’t apprehend the officer that could risk relations between the Selkath and the Republic possibly cutting off their supply of Kolto. If he did take it to the council they could lose valuable, life saving Kolto. Following what he believed to be the Force he went to the Selkath council after gathering evidence and apprehending the officer, then handing him over to the Selkath to deal with. While he may have gained an enemy, the choice he made he still believes is the right one.
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Later he discovered that this was his Trial of Insight, as he saw through the problem to find the solution. That left four to go, spirit he himself completed afterwards. In time of self reflection after capturing the corrupt officer he went into a meditative trance to determine if what he had done was truly the right thing to do. He spent time thinking about the code, and what it meant to him and the galaxy. When he opened his eyes again and stood up he once again had a clearer mind, this was his Trial of Spirit. However, the other trials would have to wait. As members of the Selkath who were responsible for Kolto Production had begun to have problems.

The guards had memory loss, as did a lot of the high ranking members of the corporations responsible for Kolto. It was their families that contacted the council, who then contacted the Jedi. As they had been behaving strangely, leaning towards a less neutral position in the war. Occasionally indicating that Republic loss was inevitable. However they would slowly revert to normal, and then have another memory gap before they would get slightly more extreme in their beliefs.

Requested to intervene by the Selkath council (while being accompanied by at least one Selkath each at any given time) due to the fact that many believed to use the Force in order to trick the guards to letting them in, and then forgetting the experience. The hunt took them over the breadth of the cities sitting atop the vast oceans and some that sat below. However eventually, when someone's family was kidnapped it led them back to the city and then to a warehouse right beside the spaceport on Ahto, the capital city. Upon entering he was hit by a cold, forbidding feeling. Upon querying his master she informed him that that was the feeling of the dark side. The initial plan called for them to call for backup however expanding himself in the force he could feel the pain and horror on the Selkath minds. Feeling the need for urgency they progressed into the facility. Two Sith resided in the facility and seemed to be trying to use the Force to alter enough Selkath minds to get Manaan to supply Kolto primarily to the Empire. Tadia and Koren offered them the chance to back down, and drop their weapons. However, they did not accept and a fight ensued.

Both surpassed Koren in age and skill, however for a time while Tadia was fighting her opponent he managed to hold his own. Until his Sith, who was wielding two blades. Made a feint to stab one of the Selkath Koren moved off his centre and became distracted in order to see a telekinetic attack. Being sent against the wall, the Sith then sent a piece of apparatus towards him that slammed into his left knee, crushing it. The rest of the battle he waited for an opening, gritting his teeth through the pain. When he saw an opening he sent a beam on the floor into the head off the two sith - though only with enough force to knock them out, not to kill them.

As the Sith were tried in a Manaan court (With Tadia present to ensure that no tampering occurred, to prevent the Sith Empire getting involved the two captured Sith insisted they operated on their own motives, without the order of the Empire) he was sent to H’Ratth for treatment of his knee. The medic, Lea, tried the best she could and several other healers attempted however his knee would never be the same it was. Despite that he feels that it was Lea and her determination that truly got him walking again, there’s nothing quite like a eleven year old forcing you to walk again.

Upon arriving back at Manaan several weeks later, without a word as he passed his Master heading to his room she cut off his Padawan braid. The confrontation with the Sith, upon approval of the Jedi Council had been seen as his Trials of Courage, Flesh and Skill. With the need of a more experienced Watchman to take over the position of one who died in the Corellian Sector Tadia left, giving Koren her best wishes in protecting Manaan and keeping the people off it safe and peaceful.

Nothing, overly, eventful happened for the next 5 years. He still heard tales of the war, Kolto was shipped and deals were made. He always kept an eye out for Sith tampering, or under the table deals. Though, three months ago things went wrong. More and more offworlders were arriving, and he knew something was amiss as they remained behind without leaving. He started his own investigation, he had his suspicions that they were Sith pretending that they weren’t which would be enough to get them under the radar of Manaan security forces, though he had to find proof first. When he was nearing the end of his investigation, the Sith Ships arrived.

Demanding that they align with the Empire, Manaan tried to keep its neutrality. Be it as an example of why not to refuse, high tempers on the Siths behalf or anger that the previous plot as several years off manipulation should have had Manaan the perfect ground for taking they began to bombard the planet. He began rushing people towards the water, or towards ships. Whatever was closer, fire rained from the sky and the Sith he had been following received their own orders. Apparently trying to apprehend members of the Selkath species, for reasons he wasn’t too worried about figuring out at the time. He was torn between saving the lives of as many as he could and letting the Sith taken prisoners. He fought them where he could, sending out a request for help to the Republic to no avail.

He saved captives where he could, however when the whole city began to break apart he had no choice but to leave. Commandeering one of the Sith Ships he filled it with as many survivors as he could, managing to break orbit under the guise of being a Sith vessel, following orders till the last moment where he veered away and made it away just before the fighter tail he acquired caught up with him. Reaching Coruscant the news shook everyone, without Manaan Kolto was a hot commodity. The Jedi healing became much more important, however it meant something else for Koren.

He spent the next couple of months trying to keep to himself within the Jedi Temple. Some of the more warlike Jedi felt he should have done more, and that he failed. Some supported him, and called him a hero. He didn’t know what group was worse. For the first month he spent most of the time by himself. The Jedi Council considered sending him away, but felt that the possibility of a Sith Attack making Koren’s condition worse wasn’t worth the risk so instead kept him on Coruscant to give him time for his mental scars to heal through personal meditation and rest. The problem was that sleep was torture, so Koren eventually gave it up. Using the Force to refresh himself instead, thought of course that itself would begin to wear down and then he would have to sleep, only to be plagued by nightmares.

Though, when Xid returned to the temple (Who he had previously met on Manaan) now almost a man he was asked to spar with him. He did, Koren’s style was different and with Xid likely to be undergoing the trials soon. They began training and Koren immediately knew something was different with him, something had happened. Though he himself had something he didn’t like to share, to talk about and Xid seemed to be one of the few to understand. Over the next two months, a friendship was formed. Even after Xid became a Knight they trained together, and Koren also taught Xid some of the more calming meditative techniques he had worked on over the years and is one of the few people to know that Koren often chooses simply not to sleep.

Personality and/or Motivation: Quick of wit, and cocky. He has a strong desire to just help other people. He believes in the code fully and wholly and lives his life by it in order to make the Galaxy a better place, though doesn’t believe in killing people and will always capture rather than kill. Maim at the most, that way the opponent is out of the fight but the galaxy is not one life shorter. Often asked about why he choses to still eat meat, wild animals also embody the Force, he still eats meat as most worlds that produce food are made specifically for that purpose and as such animals are often given good, full lives.

Since Manaan he’s mainly kept to himself, with the exception of Xid, Sela and a couple of others.
Player’s long term goals:  To develop new bonds, and work through the struggles of the trauma that Manaan caused with the character. Escape, naturally and not to succumb to the Dark Side. Though more importantly to have fun, that is my main goal.
Relations: 

Sela - Sela was Xids Master, and obviously Koren ended up spending some time with her as well.

Tadia - Tadia was his former master, and he will always feel a connection to her. She was the one that trained him everything he knew, however sometimes when he thinks of Manaan he wishes she taught him more.

Lea Rahn:  Lea has undying gratitude from Koren. As it was her who initially tried to heal his leg, and when everyone failed to get it back to its original state it was her determination that he drew upon to get back on his feet and back to work. However, he does feel some distrust towards her now on the ship. Her being from a Jedi Dynasty in a world where the Sith are trying to corrupt them using their emotions is… worrying.

Shiri: Seemingly Capable, she needs to learn to control her emotions and not let them control her.

Tolun-Fi: A good individual, calm, thoughtful. Though his neutrality is... disturbing.

Nazca(Updated): Koren sees her strength, and wants to help her use it. He also feels somewhat sorry for her as she has only been at the temple for a couple of weeks maximum and has been forced into this. She is willing to learn, and let go of her past so Koren has hope she can get through this.

Xid(Updated): The two of them share Trauma, have worked together before and as such have both helped eachother get through it. Yet the main difference is Xid has changed. Koren was proud of the Knight Xid was becoming... yet now he believes it may have been too soon as the young Knight appears to still have much to learn.

Alat: Koren doesn't really know the other Jedi Knight, though right now he is very interested to get to know him. A Jedi that uses the Dark Side aboard this ship... Does not bode well.

Nyiss: He hasn't met her personally, but he's heard about her and ofcourse he's sensed her presence. Such a powerful being should be respected, the fact that the Dark Side has not yet destroyed her is... interesting. Though in the end it will destroy her. Of that he has no doubt.

Sish: The Trandoshan is a powerful individual, skilled more than he lets on. While he may appear to be a brute there is intelligence. Brutal intelligence yes, but intelligence none the less. Koren took one of his cybernetic eyes, and put up a good fight. It pains him to know that without a doubt, it isn't over between the two of them.

Final Point - Secrets: 
His distrust with the Republic is deeper than his feeling of betrayal of the Jedi. He asked for help when the Sith Attacked but nobody came. This wasn’t even a battle it was an annihilation of most of the Selkath people, there wasn’t even a single Jedi that came to try and help evacuate. In terms of the Republic he has seen the corruption that lies within it through the people he has come into contact with, coupled with the sense of betrayal when they did not turn up to save Manaan there is a deep sense of resentment. In fact as such he does not see himself as a member of the Republic anymore, just a member of the Jedi Order.

Name:  Egren
Species:  Drall
Age:  31
Gender: 
Faction: Jedi Order
Rank:  Jedi Archaeologist
Captive? 

Appearance:

Notable Characteristics of Species:

Short, he himself is 0.9 metres tall.
His senses are slightly more acute than that of humans.

Flaws:

Gossip: Like most Drall, Egren is particularly prone to gossip.
Stature: While others of small height within the Jedi Order can compensate this with skill, speed and training Egren has never particularly cared for lightsaber training. Never doing more than necessary so in combat his size truly is a weakness. Lacking sufficient training to cause much damage against a skilled opponent.
Home: Egren has a strong sense of home, and can quite easily become agitated in environments that don’t feel right naturally. This is believed to come from the innate instincts that some other members of the Drall species encounter.
Record Keeper: Like most Drall, Egren records every little detail. It also means he picks up on almost every little detail making it easy for an enemy, if they get their hands on his records, to learn everything.
Nervous Disposition: Due to his diminutive stature and his past he does have somewhat of a nervous disposition which is made obvious by his rambling.

Skills:

Computer Skills:Reasonably proficient in Silicing.
Lightsaber Combat:Proficient in Soresu however has not spent much time on any other form.
Size: His size often aids him in getting him into hard to get places. While he requires his Jedi training to get him into hard to reach places.
History:Vast knowledge on Galactic History: Primarily between the Sith and the Jedi.
Record Keeper: Like most Drall, Egren records every little detail. It also means he picks up on almost every little detail making it easy to recollect information.

Force capabilities:

Basics: He has a basic grasp of Telekinesis, Mind Control and all the other basic abilities taught to all.
Psychometry: He has an innate ability in psychometry, which over the years he has honed.
Comprehend Speech: With training, and concentration, he can understand what others are saying even if they are not speaking Galactic Basic.

Biography:

Egren was born on Drall, one of the worlds within the Corellian system. His parents were simple record keepers, as far as he was ever told. From a young age Egren seemed to be affected by the objects around him, brand new objects he always seemed to be able to enjoy however hand me downs and anything not explicitly meant for him could gain some form of strange reaction out of the youngling. His parents used to think it was just him being picky however even the toys that he previously liked, if anything negative had happened at all while someone was handling them would then cause a negative reaction and would then never be used again.

At the age of two his parents had him secured away, and all of a sudden a toy fell of a nearby shelf and continued to shake and edge it’s way closer to him ever so slightly. With the war raging on and the perfect records kept by the Drall the proof was undeniable. Their son was what many in the Galaxy knew to be Force Sensitive. In a sense of duty, they never before knew they packed up all of their son's belongings and paid for charter to Coruscant. While a Corellian temple did exist they knew well enough the difference between the Corellian Jedi and the Jedi who inhabited the rest of the Galaxy, deciding that the best course of action was to send him to join the main Jedi Order.

They walked him to the Jedi Temple on Coruscant themselves. All they got from the Temple Guard was an assurance that he would be tested and then trained. Though if he was trained they would never see him again, so they should be prepared to say goodbye to him now. They did. It was an emotional affair as they bid goodbye to their son for the last time. Not even knowing if it would be the last time. That unknowing was likely what made it so difficult.

It was the last time.

The Jedi who tested him all agreed that he was indeed Force Sensitive, without delay he was moved into the ThrantaClan and his new life began. However it wasn’t without it’s links to his own life, his problem remained. Items with significant history, or negative history altered his behaviour causing significant difficulties. The source of this remained elusive throughout his years as an infant, where the only real training he received was in motor control and language. In time, as he began to receive training in the Force he managed to aptly describe why objects affected him in the way only the Jedi understood.

On touching of an object, quite often he would catch a vision of something that happened in that object's past. Typically something centred around strong emotion or a strong individual, it didn’t make sense. But to the Jedi it did, often interactions in the galaxy left ripples in the Force. Ripples that could be left upon objects and it was entirely possible for someone attuned to the Force to be able to read these ripples and see their point of origin. Egren was one of these individuals. The discovery of this, allowed him to be trained in control.

Control for other Younglings relied merely on emotions, control over one's self. For Egren it was slightly more complicated, while he could control his own emotions he also had to ensure that the level of control was full enough that the emotions of others imprinted on objects could not influence him. Those gifted with psychometry had a history of turning to the dark side, emotions of objects… the memories and feelings of what happened overpowering. And so, he trained.

Throughout his years as a youngling he found himself drawn to information, and his trait of having a loose tongue made him willing to share this knowledge with anyone that came along asking for it. Many Younglings would spend their time within the meditation halls or training arenas, but he spent his days in the archives. The wealth of information amazed him, how the Jedi had ever lost a single confrontation with the Sith was beyond him. The Jedi had all this knowledge at their disposal and more than he could likely ever read. Surely if the Jedi could learn all they could about their adversary victory would be within their grasp, and so he dedicated himself to the pursuit of knowledge. This dedication to the pursuit of knowledge first, and the Jedi Order second brought doubt and concern whether or not he would pass the Initiate Trials. While most Initiates were broken hearted at such a revelation, Egren was not. While if he failed he could never become a true Jedi Knight he would still be able to help the order and do good throughout the Galaxy.

Shortly after, along came the trials and he passed. He may not have excelled at the physical aspects but he passed and even impressed a Mon Calamari Jedi named Karbin Vreel. With a war on many Jedi Knights did not take a large portion of their Padawans into active conflict zones, many Padawans felt that avoiding the conflict was skirting their duty however this did not bother Egren. Egren and his master instead had a different purpose during the war, the Sith had somehow came out of nowhere suddenly. With an impressive force capable of going toe to toe with the might of the Republic. While this had remained a secret there were bound to be imprints, shadows of the Siths actions before the battle of Korriban. Karbins investigatory skill and Egrens interest in the past made them applicable to be one of the many pairings given this task of finding the footprints they left behind.

They started in the mid-rim, passing from world to world looking for any traces of the Sith in previous wars. Any information was good information. Their enemy while being brutal and relentless were also secretive. The truth behind the Sith Empire and the Sith Order were still shrouded in mystery. How had they come to be so many? Who was their leader? What was their past? Him and his master spent the next five years searching, until eventually there search lead them to the Lenico System.

Questions were again being raised about the validity of Exal Kressh’ information, and if she had indeed turned traitor to the Emperor what other kind of material she may have left behind. On the remaining space stations, there was nothing. They could all remember when Colony Blue fell from orbit and into the planet however very few beings knew that the reason being was a fight between a Sith-traitor and the Sith. That meant if they were going to salvage any information they would need to venture down to the planet itself. It was hot, and arid. The ash disturbed by their feet made the air hard to breath. It wasn’t exactly the easiest of planets to search.

Yet they wouldn’t give in. They spent days, then weeks combing the wreckage for anything useful. All they found were the remains of those who had either died when the ship was falling, died when it crashed or had survived the crash and then died of exposure. It was a mess. Just when they were about to give up they came across the chamber that Exal Kressh had used. Seeing no choice Egren ran his hands over every surface trying to pick up any sense of memory… that is the last thing he remembers on Lenico IV. Waking up in a medical bed two days later, feeling cold to the core. He couldn’t remember what he had seen but whatever it was… he didn’t want to see anything like that again. He always felt that Psychometry was his greatest gift, but with the darkness that had flooded his mind… it could be both a gift and a curse. He chose that day that he would exhaust every other option from that moment forth, before resorting to the easy (yet more dangerous) path.

The next six years, through his trials as a Padawan Learner he devoted himself to understanding. Though no-more would he try to use the Force to read a piece of parchment to learn it’s story, he would instead learn the languages and texts of the Galaxy. As many as he could cram into his cranium, in order to try and learn the mysteries of the Sith. He again, neglected his physical studies for those of the more intellectual sort. On the day he faced his trials of Knighthood there was some serious concern as to whether or not he would be strong enough for the trials ahead, but as per usual nobody really knew what trials awaited him and so with his head held high… he entered the Trials of Knighthood. Where he would truly become a member of the Jedi Order.

The trial lasted five nights, during this time Egren was not seen or heard from by the Knights set to watch the chamber in which his trials took place. They had no idea what was going on, and when he emerged his Padawan braid had been cut and for one of the first times in his life his presence in the Force was not fidgety, it was strong and firm. He truly had become a Jedi Knight, and so he was ready for the next step. A job he and a few others felt was truly important. The acquisition of powerful objects that were spread across the galaxy, one of the lead instigators and the only one Egren filed all his research notes too was a Kaminoan called Tolun Fi.

So Egren was given a ship, a task and some notes. With his ability of psychometry he was set out after a rumoured Kyber Crystal large enough to channel vast amounts of energy, it being too dangerous to place him in contact with objects closely attuned to the dark side, the use of which could make the systems of a single ship vastly superior to any others of its class or power something bigger. The Crystal itself had rumoured to be found by some form of rogue Jedi who had grown fed up of the ways of the Republic hundreds of years ago, hoping to use it to somehow liberate the Jedi from the Republic’s influence.

His first stop was Galantos, it made some lick of sense. The ever changing tectonic plates on the planet and moving land masses made it a perfect place to hide something you didn’t want to be found. It was also close to the Galactic Centre. Trickier to get too as hyperspace calculations took longer but also wasn’t where you would typically expect someone to go trying to flee the Republic. The logical assumption would be that someone would head out into the Expansion Region and beyond, from what he had learned on this Jedi… he was naught but ordinary. Thus Galantos was the first stop on his journey to find the crystal. Trudging through the gel, with the ever moving tectonic plates wasn’t exactly… glamorous.

Though it didn’t have to be. Galantos was one of the oldest communities in the Galaxy! It’s records were truly exquisite, and quite thorough. In fact he was quite sure he could have spent months poring over all the data however sadly he wasn’t here for the pleasure. Instead he was looking for something in particular. All he had were maps, and rumours. The rumours weren’t very useful being thousands of years old and the maps… were more than useless. It was pure timing that six months into his search he got his first lead on the hunt for the crystal. He had finally received a lead. A solid one: A date, time and location.

After months of research his ship hovered over the apparent location of the crystal. He could sense the distortions in the Force, after months it all made sense. Of course a simple location wouldn’t work on Galantos the constant shift of the tectonic plates made finding anything below the surface near impossible. However obviously whoever had set this up knew a way how to get back to their hideout, he had just been lucky enough that this year had the same orbit as it had for the rogue Jedi hundreds of years ago.

Jumping from the cockpit into the gel layer as he noticed the hidden facility he was soon met with disappointment. This… facility was no more than a ship. He also didn’t need to get a good look at it to realize the crystal wasn’t there. It had been, that much was obvious he could sense its presence despite the thing it likely had not been present for years. Such a strong resonance in the Force was hard to hide, especially up close. So he closed his eyes, and let the feeling wash over him. Walking up to the hole in the hull and placing his hand on a specific part. Letting the Force be his guide, touching the spot that years ago the thief had.

He saw a world, tropical and yet, dry… forested. He could feel the heat hitting him. Then he saw someone, green eyes… tall… humanoid and yet, reptilian. It took him several minutes to place the species as an Arconian, the time it took him he was pretty ashamed at in all honesty. So he left Galantos behind, vowing to one day return in order to try and solve its many mysterious. Though for now he had to follow the trail, he was behind… far behind whatever adversaries had taken the crystal from its resting place.

For the next four years, he travelled from world to world always on the hunt. From Cona he travelled to Gyndine in the hunt for a pirate who betrayed a prospector, then Cyrillia where the pirate intended to sell the crystal for power generation. Though as it turned out a business man had had other plans for the crystal at the time, Rhommamool proved to be a useful hiding place amongst the criminals and the junk however it was not to be. Without even realizing the cargo a couple of thieves banded together to steal the executives ship, seeing it as their way of the god forsaken planet.

They had apparently travelled down the Corellian Run to the planet Milagro where they, finding the cargo. Sold their ship for a profit before going their separate ways. This was where the trail got difficult for a while. The crystal was moved to another ship and the records had apparently been tampered with in order to try and conceal whoever had taken the crystal. He ended up chasing several dead ends to nearby systems always returning back to Milagro when it didn’t pan out in the hopes of picking up the real trail.

He was finally lead to Leritor, a world rich in minerals and artifacts. Despite the fact that he was technically on the hunt for a weapon that could be used to destroy the Sith, or in the hands of the Sith destroy the Republic. He lingered, feeling that whatever artifacts that were left here could prove invaluable to his research upon the Sith. Fearing that the Jedi Order would just destroy these objects before he learned their true value, their true meaning. He decided to take them with him in a secure compartment on his ship both Jedi and Sith artifacts alike, choosing to instead learn as much as he could from them before handing them over. His path, however, did not stop on Leritor. It went through Koiogra, Hypori, Gaulus and even through the fire storms of Ryloth where he finally got the big break that he had been looking for.

Tatooine, the desert wasteland. A world in the middle of nowhere and frequented by criminals and their ilk. After a couple of months combing the deserts, probably the best place to hide anything, he decided that this remote world could be something more than just a means to an end. It could be a sanctuary for him, and if Tolun Fi could find any that shared their view then it could be a sanctuary for them. It took months in amongst his searching but he took care to hide his artifacts in two locations. The one with Jedi origins he kept close, the ones with Sith origin he kept in a separate location. Not only did he want to keep a potentially valuable resource safe from those more… zealous than he he couldn’t stand being around objects with such a dark past all the time. His primary concern, was still the finding of the crystal.

He still didn’t exactly know what it was for but Tolun Fi had plans for that crystal. Some way to stop the Sith once or for all. Part of it seemed like a pipe dream but he knew the Kaminoan well enough to know that if anyone could perform an extraordinary feat of science it was likely going to be him. He kept contact to a bear minimal, only sending the occasional transmission to Tolun Fis lab. An update on his search or some piece of historical information that he felt could prove potentially useful. Five years since arriving on Tatooine, and he doesn’t even know the Temple has been attacked. Not aware that the Republic is offering a peace treaty to the Sith Empire.

He just keeps on digging.

Personality and/or Motivation:
 Egren is insanely curious about the past, and how things work. Not so much machinery but civilizations, people. He has spent more of his life researching than he has living. Though if asked about it he would ascertain that in order to know what path to choose you need to know what ones have already been walked. Knowledge is his life, and he always wants to learn as much as he can. Everything else comes second to that, but don’t let that fool you. He’s still a Jedi at heart and he believes that everything he learn can help the cause of the Jedi in order to re-establish peace and prosperity to the Galaxy. However, that is a two way street and he also sees his being a Jedi as a door to information he usually wouldn’t be able to get. 

Player’s long term goals:
 As @Ellri will know. Egren started as something a little bit different, a little bit… Spontaneous and the more and more I worked the character the more I planned it out in my head and really enjoyed what he was becoming. So my long term goals are essentially for Egren to live, past that… all bets are off.

Relations:

Tolun Fi: Egren has followed the fellow scholars work, and has respect for him for gaining the prestige he has while still being able to focus upon his studies.

Xid: If you know Tolun Fi, it is likely you have at least heard of Xid. Of course his contact with the temple has been fleeting over the past couple of years, but he knows that some of the equipment that he has been sent has originated from the young Technopath.

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Final Point - Secrets:

Egren would likely, to a degree, accept the teaching of a Sith if it was geared towards a more historical aspect. His curiosity can easily get the better of him, and with his love for all things old (As in artifacts you bunch of crudes) he may not be able, if given the right temptation, to stop himself from using his psychometry on Sith objects. Something that could be quite… dangerous.

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Name: Tolun Fi
Species: Kaminoan
Age: 43
Gender: Male
Faction: Jedi Order
Rank: Jedi Knight Consular 
Captive? Captive, rather willingly

Appearance: 

Representing an ideal example of his species, Tolun Fi stands at a fairly standard 2.3 meters, making him tower over most other races but not peculiar for a Kaminoan. Having yellow-on-black eyes, Tolun Fi was born to the research and science class which has coloured his mentality from a young age. His skin is a luminescent shade of white, with well-defined features including narrow nostril slits and a 4 inch heigh dark fin ridge that follows from the top-rear of his skull down to the nape of his neck. His body is unblemished by scars or markings, largely thanks to a non-combative position in the Jedi order and the extensive genetic engineering of the Kaminoan species. Like all Kaminoans, he possess a long and slender frame with elongated arms and legs with large hands and feet. 

Tolun Fi’s manner of dress is practical, usually wearing the form-fitting black-on white clothing common among Kaminoans with limited composite plating to help maintain its form and house electronic components. Only the neck and the head remain exposed, as the legs extend down to the custom-fitted digitigrade boots and the sleeves extend to his wrists. Over top of this ensemble, he wears the traditional brown Jedi robes. The white parts of his clothing and armour appear as such to other races, but for Kaminoans and other species capable of seeing ultraviolet light spectrums, his clothing is quite an elaborate display of colour and designs that would be indescribable to someone who is unable to see the colours, as it would be like attempting to explain colour to a blind man.

Notable Race Traits: Kaminoans are all genetically engineered to be physically perfect, and as such they are free of any hereditary illnesses or conditions that tend to run in other species. They also are one of the few species that can see the ultraviolet light spectrum, giving them a view of the galaxy that very few others are capable of appreciating. 

Flaws: 

-Emotionally detached: While the Jedi Order tells its members to be mindful of their feelings, Tolun Fi simply doesn’t express any. This makes him rather cold and unapproachable by many, and he is often incapable of empathy or caring about the plights of others. He is rooted in cold, hard logic and reasoning and often views many of his compatriots as overly emotive and irrational. 

-Arrogant: Like most Kaminoans, Tolun Fi is arrogant and distainful of those whom he perceives to be savages, brutes, and others who use physical force to get their way. He views many other races as inferior to his own, and he looks down on other cultures he sees as primitive and superstitious. While he primarily judges people on an individual basis on their merits, he sometimes lets his prejudices colour his judgement. Because of this, he finds it rather irritable that for thousands of years, the galaxy still relies primarily on violence to achieve victory and desirable outcomes, and that the Jedi Order still harbours those who would rather bluntly resolve disputes at the end of a lightsaber instead of diplomacy or compromise. He also dislikes the colour green, as it is associated with an undesirable genetic trait that leads to immediate culling in Kaminoan society.

-Ruthless: For Tolun Fi, the ends justify the means, although this is a quiet opinion of his, but one he feels is wholly correct. While he finds unnecessary bloodshed distasteful and a pointless waste, sometimes sacrifice is necessary to secure peace or resolve a crisis. He would not think twice to do what others do not have the stomach or heart to do, and he would not lose a moment’s sleep over it. A choice between one hundred lives against one thousand is not a decision at all, just a matter of simple arithmetic. 

-Not a combat specialist: While Tolun Fi can hold his own with a lightsaber, he only knows Form VI, Niman, the moderation form and he relies more on his abilities with the force, although he is still outclassed by many other Jedi and Sith in that regard, as well. While he maintains a respectable level of fitness, not only to be effective as a Jedi and the thought of being anything less than a perfect physical specimen of his species is abhorrent to him, he does not have the physical prowess or stamina of most Jedi Knights.

-Sanitation obsessed: While not overly germaphobic, Tolun Fi isn’t much better and he despises filth and clutter to an almost zealous degree. Coming from a planet with numerous sterile environments and impressively spotless surfaces and facilities, coming to a planet like Coruscant was a shock to the senses and he will often retreat to his personal lab or quarters, which he laboriously keeps spotless.

-Secretive: There are many things that Tolun Fi knows or engages in that he keeps hidden and away from other Jedi, some of which would be seen as morally objectionable if discovered. He will permit only as much information is required and does not take well to people snooping in his laboratory or prying him for information. 

Skills: 
-Form VI Niman lightsaber style trained.: Keeping true to his personal philosophy of avoiding physical confrontation and emotional involvement, Tolun Fi has dedicated much of his time training in the one form that will allow him to stay on the defensive indefinitely until his bothersome opponent makes a mistake, another Jedi comes to his aid, or another resolution presents itself. 

-Brilliant scientist: Having been born into a science caste with enthusiastic and brilliant parents, Tolun Fi was immediately immersed in a research-minded society and he spent the first several years of his life receiving the finest education and an impression that scientific endeavor was the most important pursuit one could undertake. Even after leaving Kamino with the Jedi Order, Tolun Fi continued a lifelong pursuit of study and research that has left him with almost an encyclopedic knowledge of genetics and biology, and the Jedi Order had been very accommodating of his pursuits by providing him with a laboratory and sending him to study the medical sciences and healing arts at H’ratth, which he has put to good use over the years.

-Skilled diplomat: Being able to look objectively at both sides of an issue and the ability to avoid becoming invested in high stake situations has made Tolun Fi one of the better mediators in the Jedi Order for resolving crises without resorting to bloodshed. While some Jedi would object to some of the compromises he’s brokered to ensure peace, few would argue that injustice for some parties is a much better outcome than a war or genocide. 

Force capabilities: 

Tolun Fi’s force training is primarily defensive and healing in nature without a lot of offensive options.
-Detoxifying poison: Being a healer, Tolun Fi is very skilled at using the force to remove poisons and toxins from himself or another person, a skill that has saved many lives.

-Persuasion and Mind Trick: Being a negotiator and in the interest of keeping his activities and secrets just that, Tolun Fi has become rather adept at using the Force to sway the minds of others and reach compromises that would not have been reached normally. 

-Force Listening: A necessity for conflict resolution and dealing with species who cannot speak Common, Tolun Fi uses Force Listening to understand languages he is not familiar with without having to resort to protocol or translation droids.

-Telekinesis: A fairly standard Force Power, telekinesis was the first force power Tolun Fi mastered during his padawan training.

-Force Leap: Another standard power, Tolun Fi is capable of using the force to leap great heights and distances with ease.

-Force Absorption/ Tutaminis: Knowing he would almost certainly run into powerful Sith and other Force users over his life as a Jedi, Tolun Fi took to mastering Tutaminis to negate the worst of Force Powers to protect himself and others from assault. By negating abilities like Lighting, Tolun Fi ideally forces his foe to use the lightsaber, where he is confident in his ability to defend himself, while using the Force to defend himself. 

Biography: 

Born to a pair of respected genetic engineers in the research caste in Timira City, Kamino, some of Tolun Fi’s earliest memories were the vast cloning facilities located there and the raging, endless storm that defined Kamino and its inhabitants’ ability to defy even a planet destroying cataclysm. The Kaminoan people are quiet, orderly, and clean people, and these are traits that would go on to define Tolun Fi for the duration of his life. He also became immediately familiar with the Kamino customs of enforcing genetic perfection by culling imperfect specimen of his species and of the countless clones grown in the endless rows of tanks. Death was not something that carried weight to the Kaminoan; it was simply a fact of life that meant purifying undesirable and potentially harmful presences from a society that only survived by making the hard, cold choices to keep the isolated and largely diminished population healthy and stable. After all, a cataclysm that claimed millions of lives somewhat inoculates a populace to the weight of death after the fact. This extended to the clones Kamino was famous for growing for clients; a defective clone meant a defective product and was terminated with little fanfare. 

In his early years before the Force sensitive Kaminoan was reported to the Jedi Order by his parents, who were immensely proud of their son but realized he would have difficulty finding a place amongst the ordered Kaminoan society, Tolun Fi was thrown into a life saturated with education and study, the fast maturation rates of his species and singular focus of the research caste had the young Kaminoan completing curriculum that were several years more advanced than other species’ educational programs for youth his age. By the time he was 6 years old and starting to accompany his father to work once a week, he was already at an education level comparable to university on other worlds. While this brief period of his life was one of relative solitude and hard work, the Jedi came to Kamino to take Tolun Fi to Coruscant after becoming aware of his existence from his mother, who bid her son well in his endeavors in an unemotional and formal farewell. 

Adjusting to Coruscant was something of a taxing trial for the young Padawan, as it was a hugely populated eucumenopolis of unimaginable population and noise and filth that became a living nightmare for the early years of the Kaminoan, who immediately was an outsider amongst his peers due to how rare and strange his species was to the other padawans and his need for a safe, sterilized room for him to retreat to while he acclimatized to the shocking world. Free from the need others required for companionship and play, as well as his already prestigious mind, Tolun Fi was an astonishingly quick study for all of the lessons he was introduced to, and once he was taught how to turn his Force sensitivity into practical use, it became yet another subject for him to master, although with more immediately pleasing results. Learning how to cope with his germophobia, Tolun Fi began to thrive in the Jedi Temple, absorbing information of thousands of years of history and just as many authors. The library became a home for him, and he had expressed interest in continuing scientific experiments, inquiring if there were a path a Jedi could take that could find him making use of the skills he was born into. Shortly after, he was sent to H’ratth to study the healing arts and sciences at the Jedi Temple there on the temperate and beautiful world, an unbelievable place for the Kaminoan who had never seen ground before in his life, let alone vegetation, natural water sources, and geographic features like mountains. 

Near the completion of his studies on H’ratth, Tolun Fi came under the notice of Jedi Consular Siloon Pakrun, a Kel Dor well known for his negotiation ability and a reputation for bringing peace throughout the galaxy. While untrue, a popular rumour about the Jedi Knight was that he had never had to draw his lightsaber in the field. Gratified to have been noticed by such an esteemed Jedi and the prestige and advancement it would bring, Tolun Fi was taken under Siloon’s wing and it was at this time in his life, reaching 18 years of his life, that Tolun Fi was properly introduced to the galaxy at large and grow a proper understanding of the Jedi’s place in the galaxy. The two Jedi would go on to develop a healthy and respectful working relationship, and Tolun Fi’s Kel Dor mentor was the closest he had ever come to considering anyone a friend. He learned the fine art of negotiation and diplomacy from his master, and that sometimes there are no peaceful solutions to a situation, or easy choices. Often, small sacrifices had to be made for the sake of the galaxy at large, and some of the situations they were sent to resolve ended on rather dark or bittersweet notes. Peace was preserved, but often at an uncomfortable cost. Not everyone could be saved, and Tolun Fi discovered that fates far worse than death existed, some of which he helped facilitate. It was just as well that Siloon seemed immune to the pressures and weight of their choices, and Tolun Fi’s already detached personality hardened during his journeys. A particularly enlightening conversation with Siloon revealed to Tolun Fi why his master seemed so at ease with the deaths they could not prevent; all living things return to the Force when they die and find peace they never knew in life, where they could live on in serenity forever, once they found themselves in the stream of the Force. It was a comforting sentiment, and one that brought a clarity and comfort to Kaminoan culling practices. After all, it was more of a mercy to return a defective person to the Force than to have them suffer from an illness or disability that would make them suffer for their entire lives.  It was a beautiful sentiment, in its own way. Others would doubtless consider this way of thinking cruel and dangerously close to the Dark Side, Tolun Fi considered such opinions naïve and ignoring the ultimate nature of the force, one of peace, order, and no emotion. 

After 10 years with Siloon, Tolun Fi became a full-fledged Consular in his own right, free to make his own decisions and taken assignments on his own. Now in a position to continue his studies, Tolun Fi requisitioned a lab to not only address medical concerns in the Temple, but to study the biology and genetics of various species, including a proposition that he wished to see if there was a link between a person’s genetic make-up and their ability to become attuned to the Force, since he had always found it peculiar some races seemed to be innately prone to becoming Force sensitive, while others had such rare instances of Force sensitivity, if at all. Permission granted and a lab established, Tolun Fi made the isolated workspace his own and began to make some interesting discoveries, including identifying the markers in each Force sensitive race’s genetic code, as well as any volunteer Jedi who offered a blood or tissue sample, and Tolun Fi’s greatest breakthrough was mapping a common sequence that could be identified with a simple blood test. In effect, the Jedi now had a method to identify and determine Force sensitives with a simple portable blood test, and invaluable tool in the war against the Sith where it was a constant race to recruit members to each respective order to maintain an edge over their sworn enemies. Having proven his theory sound and tangible, the Order permitted Tolun Fi to expand upon his research, including some of his more controversial ideas of seeing if there was a discernible genetic or biological marker that would indicate if someone were predisposed to be destined to the Light Side of the Force, or fall to the Dark Side. He would continue his research while searching for a padawan of his own to train up until the Sacking of Coruscant, where a test of his true character would begin.

Personality and/or Motivation: 

Tolun Fi believes that fighting is the first choice of the unthinking man, whereas it is a last resort for the intelligent. He is hungry for knowledge and discovery, and despite his long separation from his homeworld, he still embodies many of the traits that are typical of Kamonians, including a calm, polite exterior and a somewhat cold and detached personality. He is slow to accept people as friends, and even then he largely keeps people at an arm’s reach, the faint vestiges of xenophobia still colouring his worldview. The main driving force for him is discovering a genetic reason for people turning to the Dark Side and extinguishing it forever so the galaxy can live in peace, with balance in the Force being achieved by removing the conflict within it. By being captured by the Sith, he searches for an opportunity to gain some samples of his own and use his own captivity against them, fully accepting it may cost him life or limb. After all, he has made the call of who should live and die before, and he understands that in the grand scheme of things he is a part of that same system of cold arithmetic. Of course, he’d prefer to survive, since he has no worthy heir to carry on his research. A mind of his caliber should not be wasted needlessly.

Player’s long term goals: 

Ultimately, Tolun Fi is defined by his pursuit and dedication to science and sooner or later, provided he makes the discovery he is looking for (if there is a Dark Side genetic marker he can manipulate), he intends to capitalize on that, whatever the cost. It is worth repeating that the ends justify the means to him, and he will not hesitate to do what he thinks will bring balance and peace to the galaxy. Should he get rescued and Sith are captive, I should like to see the tables turned on them where he has access to them for his own experimentation, even if he has to steal them away from the Order to do it. I would be interested to see if any characters could change his mind over some of his opinions, or if he’s capable of forming anything resembling empathy towards others. 

Relations: 

Xid Terrik: A young man that Tolun Fi respects and appreciates due to the newly appointed knight’s mechanical aptitude and desire to learn and improve upon himself. The Kaminoan feels an easygoing kinship with the young human, willfully involving Xid with his work with the hopes of inspiring a scientific mind in an overly martial order. 

Sela Zythor: A Jedi Master that Tolun Fi was largely indifferent to, but respected due to her choice in padawan. While they seldom crossed paths conversationally, they maintained a respectful working relationship.
  
Nazca Barsavi: The two had only met on a handful of occasions as Nazca had only recently been brought to the Jedi Temple. They had met for appointments and consultation about surgery to remove the rings melded to her fingers. The Sacking occurred before the surgery could happen. 

Master Olon/ Lord Callidus: Tolun Fi and Master Olon had a warm working relationship and the two would frequently discuss their fields of work, and Tolun Fi genuinely respected Olon's skills and brilliant mind. Olon has spent some time in Tolun's labs, given his ability to repair and retrofit complicated machinery. Tolun Fi does not suspect Master Olon to be an imposter.

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Name: My name is Nazca Barsavi

Species: Human, obviously.

Age: 21

Gender: Female, again, obviously.

Faction: Jedi Order. At least, they're the ones who are least like the Hutts.

Rank: What do they call the kids beneath Padawan? Look, I only got into Coruscant a month ago. So, I'm still trying to get used to this whole 'Force and goody two shoes' thing.

Captive? Yes, damn me and my sudden conscience. I could have made it. I really could have.

Appearance:

I'm 5ft 7in tall, and no those metal rings around my fingers can't be removed like normal rings. They're kind of melded on my fingers, a nice little gift from the Hutts. The spikes can be unscrewed, thankfully enough though.

Flaws: Well, besides a few brawls, I have zero combat skills. I'd like to think I can pack a good punch, especially with these. *She gently clinks the metal rings around her fingers  together* 

I suppose I'm also emotional, for a Jedi. Too be fair though, I've only been officially at this for a month. How am I supposed to know you're not supposed to get frustrated and are supposed to be serene all the time? 

I don't have a particularly high pain tolerance, I'm afraid. So when the torture begins I suspect I'll be blubbering like a baby before too long. 

Also, I have no control over my force skills.

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

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

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

I'm also pretty damn great at using the environment to my advantage, and moving through it fairly quickly, even if it's a surprise change. Sudden car? Over we go! Guards? Around or under, whichever is faster. And so on so forth.

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

Force capabilities: Pfft. What capabilites?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Personality: I'm generally a cheerful person, I swear. Granted I tend to swear a lot, but that's beside the point. I have a temper as well, as you've doubtlessly noticed. I tend to get quite rude whenever someone's pissed me off. I suppose I'm abrasive in general really, a peedunky. But that's not a bad thing, is it?

Player's Longterm Goal: Primarily, for Nazca, I just want to explore the experience of someone whose just become aware of their force powers, and the constant fluctuation between light and dark that is definitely going to happen on this ship. 

Protector of the Weak

If the Jedi manage to talk to Nazca down from her negative emotions after her encounters with the Sith, and convince her that you can't fight fire with fire and win, Nazca would become a Light Sith. She's too used to her emotions to restrict them, but she can direct them towards a good cause. Provided she survives this, she'd likely stay connected to the Jedi order, but be primarily by herself on Nar Shadda, trying to improve the lives of those oppressed under the Hutts. A vigilante of sorts, similar, but also completely different from her first time fighting the Hutts.

Ruler of the Strong

 Nazca, assuming she survives, will fully embrace the Dark Side, using her hatred and anger and other negative emotions to their fullest potential. She'll distance herself from the Sith, keeping only loose ties, and head back to Nar Shadda. She'll then launch another war against the Hutts, determined to not only kill them, but fill the power void they leave behind. She will rule her sector of Nar Shadda. The Barsavi name will be feared throughout the underworld.

Relations: I met this one Knight, Xid. How did he become a Knight? He's so...naive. Innocent. I could manipulate him any way I wish. But he's sweet, I suppose. I feel protective of him. I really, really hope he isn't on this ship. 

I've met Jedi Master Tetsu(What. A. Schutta.) and her apprentice Shiri(I like her much better.)

Tolun is another I've met. I'll admit it, he gives me the creeps. Everything is..so clean. Disturbingly so. And I get the feeling he's more interested in learning, by any means necessary, than helping.

Koren is my official master. I don't distrust him, but neither do I trust him.

Misc:

Swears, insults, and phrases Nazca uses frequently

-Schutta:  A Twi'lek insult, generally reserved for females.

-Screaming like a stuck Mynock: To scream in pain, loudly.

-Sith's Blood: A Mandalorian expletive.

-Kung: Scum, often used as a compliment in 'U kulle rah doe kankee kung' "You are my kind of scum'

-Laserbrain: Idiot.

-Nek take it: A curse used on Nar Shaddaa

-Son of a Sow: A Gamorrean curse.

-Gunsos: Ul'Zabrak for shit.

-Har'chaak: Mando'a for 'Damn it!'

-Echuta: Very insulting expletive. 

If Nazca is ever speaking for a prolonged time in another language, rather than just posting that language and translating it later at the bottom of the page, I'll just write in this color to indicate she's talking in whatever language I mention. For example:

'"You traitor!." Nazca said in Mando'a. "You whore!"

Name: Zanna

Species: Sith Pureblood

Age: 26

Gender: Female

Faction: Sith Empire

Rank: Inquisitor Apprentice

Appearance: 

I stand at 5ft 7in. My general clothing is the black, form fitting cloth, ending in black boots, with the black robes over it. The palms of my hands are covered in old burn scars, and Lord Sish has recently given me a scar going around my right eye and down to my chin.

Notable Race Traits:  Natural Force Sensitivity. Natural Dark Side sensitivity.

Flaws: Combat is my weakest skill. I am competent enough to beat acolytes(In Form VI Niman), but against my peers, if they could match or even disable my Force abilities, I would die. Horribly. Arrogance is another one, I suppose. It's not really a fault, I am superior to everything not Pureblood, and I'm better than most Purebloods too. I'm an alchemist and an Inquisitor. Other Sith are likely to trust me even less than my peers.

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

Force capabilities:

-Force slow
-Force fear
-Sith Alchemy
-Drain Knowledge
-Tutaminis(adv)
-Force Lightning

Biography:

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

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

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

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

Personality: Ambitious. That would be the one word to describe me. I want to be more than just a Sith. I want to be more than a Lord. I want power. And if that power comes with enemies, so be it. Enemies can be slain or subjugated. Ruthless, Driven. Both are also accurate words to describe me. Perhaps not the best words for making friends, by Jedi standards, but then again, their capital planet was just sacked and ours remains strong, doesn't it?

Relations: Zanna only knows Nyiss, and then only by reputation.

Misc:

-Zanna still has a stuffed Bantha from her childhood, dubbed Dotis. 

 Player's Longterm Goals: To play a manipulative character who gets into fights as little as possible, and prefers to get rid of her enemies through deceit rather than combat If Zanna survives, she'll be Nyiss's apprentice. Otherwise she'll be dead..

Name: Sish

Species: Trandoshan

Age: 56

Gender: Male

Faction: Sith

Rank: Lord

Appearance: Sish

I stand at 6ft 6in, with dark green scales. My left arm is about  two, three inches shorter than my right, a fond memory of my master. There are a few scars on my body, though they should be gone when I next shed. I have only one natural eye, the other being a cybernetic crafted to resist Force. My eye used to be a dark orange. Now, it's a yellow, a side  affect of the Dark Side.
 
 My clothing is battle armor. Black  padding with metal plates. Only my hands, feet, and head remain  uncovered, the former two because they're  more useful that way, the  latter because of personal preference. It's not customized, other than the color.

Notable Race Traits: I can regrow my limbs after they've been chopped off. It's not a quick process, but neither am I ever permanently left without both legs or arms. I can see into the infared spectrum, and my sense of smell is powerful enough to smell a Wookie days after it has left. I'm physically stronger than most races, but outmatched by Wookies. My scales are more durable than flesh. My claws, while making me lacking in finger dexterity, are perfect for unarmed combat.

Flaws: 

My skills at using the force are weak, not enough to make me an easy target, but it is a weakness. I can use it powerfully and briefly, especially the basics, but not for very long. My infrared spectrum can be overwhelmed. My sense of smell can also be overwhelmed, or even tricked(though this is difficult) I'm also not used to the cunning or the social manipulation that survival on this ship will require. This is going to be a tough fight.

Skills: 

Combat, obviously. One does not get Jagannath points by being scholarly. Before I joined the Sith, I was a mercenary wandering the Galaxy, with a taste for melee combat. That was enhanced and carried  over when I joined and was trained by the Sith. I've fought a wide  variety of opponents, from the dirtiest of Bounty Hunters to the most  honorable of Wookies. Not to say I can't be surprised, but I've seen all the tricks, and can adapt accordingly. I've mastered the Lightsaber forms Form V Djem So(my great strength being very useful in this form) and Form VI Juyo. Of course, the infrared spectrum and my ability to smell. Also I carry around an ACP Scatter gun. Shot guns are always useful in close combat situations, especially when you can one hand them and reload with the Force.

Force capabilities:

-Crucitorn
-Force lightning
-Force Scream
-Detoxify Poison
-Force drain
-Basic Tutaminis(Enough to defend himself against more powerful force Users)
-Force Rage

Biography: 

From birth, my life was one of combat and struggle. The earning of Jagannath points began early and never stopped. One of my siblings tried to kill me, and I ripped his throat out. Death was a daily part of my life, and I became numb to it quite quickly. The death of the Emperor  would affect me about as much as the death of a bug. Most of my family is dead. Mother just disappeared, and I never saw her again. My father died protecting his ghrakhowsk. I killed my other siblings, or they would have tried to kill me, my Force Sensitivity allowing me to survive in situations where I should have been killed. The Strong Survive, the  Weak Die. I left when I was adult age, twenty-five, in search of more Jagannath points, because I couldn't earn enough on Trandosha. Thus began my career as a Mercenary.

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

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

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

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

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

Well, so much for that idea.

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

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

After spending about twenty or so years mastering the Form V(which my master had taught me) and Form VI(which I learned at my own discretion) lightsaber forms and combat in general, I met my apprentice for the first time on her home planet. It was a subtle mission, to kill a Jedi, and I largely kept my identity as Sith Warrior a secret. When I did finally meet my apprentice,I sensed that her and her brother were both force sensitive, not the Jedi I was looking for, but interesting noenetheless. The latter apparently a renowned warrior. Of course, even though I didn't worship the Scorekeeper anymore, I still couldn't resist the challenge. Turns out,  he wasn't. The Jedi found me over the corpse, and he proved to be more of a fight. After killing him, my apprentice found me over both bodies. I threw her out the window in contempt. I thought she had died, and was leaving for Kashyyyk, as I hadn't killed a Wookie in quite a few years and still had a while before reporting success.

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

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

Clearly, that worked.

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

Personality:

I am..complicated. Barbaric, but philosophical. Hate filled, but also with love. Ruthless, but merciful.

Perhaps this is best explained by why I fight...

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

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

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

Relations: Jayda- My wavering apprentice.

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

Name My name is Melloch

Species:  Herglic or Koodan, whichever you prefer.

Age:  32

Gender:  Male

Faction:  I serve the Jedi Order

Rank:  Jedi Knight

Captive?  No. I’m a part of the mission to save those captured.

Appearance:  
I am slightly taller than is average for my species, standing at 7ft 5in, and I weigh 416 pounds.

Notable Characteristics of Species:  My species is naturally very large, hairless, and typically have smooth skin(mine has been scarred with war). We possess aquatic organs, most notably the blowhole we breathe through.

Flaws:  While I am certainly strong, due to my size, I am slow and clumsy compared to most races. Also due to my size. I cannot make it through most doorways, without some pain, quickly due to the fact that they are made for races that are far thinner and shorter than me. 

I’m afraid I am not very dexterous with the items that will be on the ship or the items we will be encountering on the other ship. They are not made to my size, and I will only break them. The only thing made to my size on this entire ship is my Lightclub.

Skills:  My concentration is, and there’s not modest way to say this, phenomenal and I’m able to concentrate on multiple things at once. I have too. How else am I supposed to use telekinesis to the degree I can while talking to people?
I have a considerable degree of skill in the arts of healing, although little of my work is actually hands on, given that my hands can’t do the necessary finesse work. I make up for this with telekinesis. 

My still with telekinesis, especially finesse work, is phenomenal as well. A necessity. 
My lightsaber style of combat is..unorthodox, given that I wield four rather than one or two.
I am moderately skilled in use the lightsaber form V Shien and Djem So.

Force capabilities: 
-Basics. I am skilled in the basics all Jedi learn, but I have mastered telekinesis. Especially with finesse control, a necessary requirement for my chosen profession.

-Force Heal. I know the limits, but I’m very good at it. My aptitude, already there in my personality and only helped by my culture, is more than sufficient. 

-Force Empathy. It is useful to know what others are feeling when you’re trying to diffuse a tense situation, or ease a panicking patient, if disturbing at times.

-Malacia. Messy, but undeniably effective.  

-Force Stun. I do have some combat skills.

-Telekinetic Whirlwind. Useful for getting some space. 

Biography: 
 I don’t really remember by birth planet. I remember being among other Herglics in a closed settlement, given that we were far larger than any of the planets other inhabitants. When the Jedi came through the community, looking for force sensitives, they found me fairly quickly. At the age of five I was taken away to the Jedi Medical center on H’Ratth to both study the art of healing (the Jedi who found me correctly figuring my personality would be best suited for a Healer) and be prepared for Jedi initiation. It was my first real taste of the war and it was a wake-up call. 

For three years I helped treat the wounded (usually doing running for those whose fingers and hands were suited to it), started learning the medical arts, and how to use the force. Needless to say, it was a very busy three years. At the age of eight, I passed my initiate trials and was apprenticed to Jedi Knight John Matthews. The human recognized my weaknesses, fairly quickly. Despite my natural inclination to the healing arts I would not be able to help with basic medical arts, given that my hands were too large for dexterous work. 
So my training in force powers was intensive on telekinesis. I’ll spare you the tedious details, lest you die of boredom, but suffice to say that there was a lot of repetition. After several years, my master decided that I was ready to actually go to the frontlines of the war. I was supposed to only be helping the healers, doing my best to keep our soldiers alive.

Of course, things never go as planned in war. On a routine trip to help heal the injured, far behind our own lines, things ended badly very quickly. The Sith launched an assault on the medical building I was in, intent on taking what medical supplies they could and killing all in their path. I don’t remember what exactly happened up to the event that left me scarred, but I can describe the event itself. 
A Sith came into the Kolto tank room, which I was consigned to with several of the more injured patients. Despite my best efforts, he quickly disarmed me, threw me into several of the Kolto tank (evidently I had angered him enough that he forgot how valuable the liquid in those tanks were), and then slew the two patients. To be perfectly honest, I lost control. I was supposed to have protected those patients and they died. I tried to attack the Sith again and he beat the living hell out of me again. When he finally got bored and started to lazily go in for the kill I, while bleeding heavily from the soon-to-be scars, saw one of the dead patient’s lightsaber in the background. 

Reaching out with the Force I used telekinesis to not only activate it, but yank it through the air and into the head of the Sith. Then I passed out. I awoke sometime later to the sounds of Republic forces entering the building. I was alive, but the Jedi I was supposed to protect and heal were not. That was a failure I would not repeat. I took the lightsabers, even the Sith’s, to remind me always of my failure and to make sure I never repeated it. 

I managed to limp and stumble my way Republic help, and then was given a sedative as the other healers worked on me. When I awoke again, I was informed I had passed my Trial of Courage. The following years were rather uneventful, with me developing my powers with Telekinesis and lightsaber combat using it, passing my other trials, and becoming a knight.

Personality and/or Motivation:  I am like most Herglics, inquisitive, practical, and calm. But I am also kind, eager to help people in whatever way I can. Be it healing, listening, or going on a rescue mission after a sith ship with at least one known Darth on it. I have also been described as ‘sickeningly optimistic’ before. I am easy going, unless you’re my patient or trying to interfere with my patient. Then I’ve been described as just about every insulting name in the galaxy for a strict mother hen.

Player’s long term goals:  Save the Jedi prisoners, and keep the rescuers from being too much the blood thirsty fanatics. :p

Relations:  TBD

Final Point - Secrets: 

Melloch, like most Herglics, has a gambling problem. He cannot resist a game of chance, or a bet. On the flip side, this also means he’s become quite good at games like that.

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Name: 
I am Kinsakwi'tetsu. You may call me Master Tetsu.

Species: 
Twi'lek.

Age: 
I'm 39 years old.

Gender:
Female.

Faction: 
Jedi Order
Rank: 
I'm a Jedi Master, though I specialized as an Investigator. We're not fighting a war against just the Sith, we're fighting a war against growing Crime too.

Captive? 
I'm not a captive, I am one of the Jedi who are going to rescue the prisoners.

Appearance:

Notable Race Traits:
I'm a Twi'lek, so I'm rather flexible. At least, I think that's one of our racial traits. Otherwise, I've got my lekku. They're more of a burden now though, since I always have to take great care to keep them protected while in a fight.

Flaws: 
Even though I'm a Master Jedi, I still am an Investigator and I'm mainly sent to deal with criminal organizations. Compared to other Masters in the Order, I have little experience fighting against the Sith, and it cost me two fingers the first time I fought against one.

Blocking or redirecting force attacks unleashed upon me is difficult.

I'm not close to many, so the ones I'm actually close to, I often appreciate a lot more than I should.

Skills: 
I specialize in the Ataru lightsaber form, though I also have a certain skill in Soresu, which I forced myself to learn after a fight with a Sith Lord on Tattooine.

My lifetime spent dealing with criminal organizations has sharpened my intuition, observation, persuasion and also expanded my contact list enormously. 

I've had to learn many slicing and lock picking techniques over different cases, though I usually have a professional slicer to do the dirty work for me.

I've mastered meditation, going to the point of meditating at least for an hour every day. It keeps me calm and level-headed and allows me to resist the dark taint that shines from the cores of criminals as well as the Dark Side within the Sith.

Force capabilities: 
I've mastered the basics and in fact I'm rather effective with them but as I've mentioned before, I struggle with the defense techniques. Among my best capabilities are Force Jump and Force Speed.

I have a lot of field experience in the area of force persuasion (mind tricks), too. It isn't a surprise that most criminals have vulnerable minds. 

I also find Force Stun to be particularly useful when bounty hunters try to gang up on you.

Biography: 
I was born to a slave in Ryloth, like many others before me. From the get-go, I was destined to be a slave as well. I would end up being an exotic dancer, prostitute and if I was good I would work with higher clients. At the age of 4 years old, though, my slaver's hideout was reached by a Jedi. A twi'lek, too, but he was old. It still didn't keep him from deflecting the blaster fire from the thugs and cutting through them like butter. 

After that fiasco, and after the Jedi confirmed it was me amongst the bunch of other children that was the force sensitive one, I was taken to a Jedi Temple. It wasn't the one on Coruscant, because apparently it was rather full at the time. Instead, it was a Temple in a planet on the outer rim. I stayed there until I was twelve years old. 

Eventually, I was sent away to meet the Jedi whose Padawan I'd become. This Jedi was in Coruscant at the time, so I packed up my few possessions and boarded a shuttle. Many other younglings around my age were there too. Mere minutes after we took off, though, just as we were about to jump into hyper space, we were attacked. I remember screaming, running and numerous tall forms clad in dark robes. Then nothing more.

When I woke up from unconsciousness, I was in a different ship and on my way to my original destination, Coruscant. Only me, five other younglings and a Knight had survived. 

I was received on Coruscant. Our training continued as usual and I soon got over the traumatic experience. I became Master Tatsotan'tekwi's Padawan, an old and wise Twi'lek Investigator. By the time I was 18 years old, I presented my Knight trials and became a Knight. 

Life from then on becomes somewhat repetitive in the big scheme of things. For ten years I'd move around the Galaxy, assigned to different cases and solving nearly all of them. I walked down the path of my Master, soon enough becoming an expert Investigator myself.

I was such a good investigator, that the Jedi Order deemed me more useful dealing with Crime than I would ever be dealing with the Sith. Whether it was because they knew something I didn't or because I was great, I don't know.

Then I got a Padawan. It was a big responsibility, and even while meditating hours at a time, I remember feeling nervous about it. It turned out fine in the end. Sure, I messes up a few times, but the Padawan became a Knight after six years with me. From ages 34 to 35 I did my own thing, which included setting up a small diner in the Twi'lek area of Coruscant's deeper levels. Then I got a new Padawan, Shiri'Inillim.  She's... Quite the case, but she shows promise, and this time I'm not as nervous. 

Things kept on as usual, me teaching Shiri my ways as an Investigator and taking her on numerous cases, even a few of the dangerous ones.

Then two weeks ago, we visited Coruscant. I stayed there for a few days on business, and just as I was about to leave with Shiri, a fellow Master, Master Sela, asked me to lend Shiri to her for a while. I agreed with no hesitation.

Now, I hear that Coruscant has been attacked - Sacked - and there's no sign of survivors. I'm on my way back to the planet. I have to find Shiri, she's my responsibility.

Personality and/or Motivation:
I owe my life to the Jedi Order, to the Light Side. I am determined to see Light prevail over Darkness, even if I have to kill every single Dark Force User who stands in my way. To me, nothing is more important than seeing the Dark Side and its users eradicated from the face of the galaxy. The Dark Side is merely a deviation from the original state of the Force, after all. 

The life of my subordinates, though, are also really important. They're men and women with families to feed and children to tuck in at night, so nothing is more important to me than bringing them back alive after a mission.

I am a cautious Twi'lek, with a head for safety margins and back-up plans. If I feel something's not going to go according to plan, I devise an emergency measure, and if many things go awry in the middle of a mission or I smell the possibility of catastrophic failure, I'll immediately abort the mission.

Player’s long term goals:
If Kinsakwi is forced to kill more than two Sith during the rescue mission or if her Padawan is killed by them, she'll become steadfast in her belief of bringing balance to the Force by destroying the Dark Side. She'll distrust anyone who shows signs of a wavering stance in the Light Side.

If Kinsakwi's Padawan turns to the dark side, Kinsakwi herself will attempt to end her life while fighting her own inner conflict, whether bringing balance to the Force is more important than her Padawan's life or not.

Relations: 
- Jedi Shadow Miran Saleem: I met her on Tattooine, where we worked together to bring a Sith-controlled crime ring down. This happened a month before I had the run in with Sith Lord Sish, so after I managed to survive the battle, I contacted Miran. Knowing she was a Shadow, I believed she'd be grateful for information on a Sith Lord's location.

She seems to be stressed out sometimes, which is understandable given her line of work, but I believe she's a true Jedi and I admire and respect her for it. I hear she was in Coruscant at the time of the Sacking.

- Sith Lord Sish: We met on Tattooine by accident. He never formally introduced himself, nor did I introduce myself to him. As soon as I saw him, I knew he was one of the darkest beings I'd ever feel. We engaged in battle and he took two of my fingers, but I took one of his eyes. I hope I run into him again one day so I can rid the galaxy of such a dark presence.

- Jayda Myrthios: A girl under Sish's influence, or rather, under Sish's oppression. A part of me believes she is his hostage and another part of me felt a growing darkness within her. She's an interesting case.

- Jedi Padawan Xid: He's a nice kid, if only a bit too nice and mellow. I met him in a Corellian ship by coincidence. I heard he's recently turned into a Knight, but I also heard he was in Coruscant by the time of the Sacking--He's one of the reasons I took my latest assignment, his Master is a friend of mine and she was not able to accept the mission herself.

- Jedi Padawan Shir'Inillim: She's my current Padawan and a rather... Interesting... Case. She learns quickly and respects me enough to heed my advice sometimes, but she's hot headed, and I fear for her sometimes. I feel a vulnerability in her, as if there was a taint of the Dark Side in her, but it's been diminishing the longer I train her for. I have high hopes for her, I believe she can make a great Jedi Shadow one day.

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Name: Jakali Harcor
Species: Human
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Faction: Sith Empire
Rank: Sith. Not yet a Lord.

Appearance: 

Jakali stands six feet even, his frame strong and muscular from many hours spent training. He has dark brown shoulder length hair, brown eyes and a noticeable scar running down from his hairline to his eye. He wears robes like many other Sith, but his are modified to his own liking.

His most noticeable feature other than the scar on his face is his robotic arm which serves as his left arm after the previous one was 'removed'. The arm itself is not as advanced as it should be, while it works as a replacement arm, it doesn't help him that much in combat or with using the Force. It provides no bonuses in strength or speed and is very noticeable.

His lightsaber.

Notable Race Traits: N/A.

Flaws: 
- Obviously the robotic arm, its usable but still hampers his ability to use the Force with the arm, he is completely unable to and must use his other hand.
- Jakali is extremly arrogant in his own abilities. He considers himself as the greatest Sith to ever walk the galaxy, though in his speech he tends to avoid saying this out loud, it's just something he has convinced himself and another thing he will gloat over a beaten opponent about.
- He only truly cares about himself, while he acts like he cares about others, he does not. If he had to choose between one person or himself, he'd choose himself every time. If he had to save fifty children from a fire in expense of his own life then he wouldn't do save them.
- He is completely driven by his own goals and has no qualms with killing or hurting others in order to achieve them.
- Jakali is also down right terrible with a blaster. He's better off throwing it at his target rather than trying to use it.

Skills: 
- He knows the Lightsaber forms: Form I: Shii-Cho, Form IV: Ataru and Form V: Shien. He is by far most skilled in Form IV, having put most of his focus in that form. He is very skilled in the form, above the others he knows.
- Jakali is very talented at twisting people and convincing them to listen to him. He has a way with words and isn't afraid to use other methods along this line, whether that be threats or even seduction.
- He's capable of piloting a ship, nothing spectacular but he can fly one.

Force capabilities:
- The basic Sith force abilities
- Force Lightning 
- Force Scream
- Crucitorn

Biography: 
Jakali was born on the Sith planet of Dromund Kaas, in the capital city, Kaas City. His parents were both very wealthy and he was their only child. He was pampered in his youth right up until the age of seven when he was discovered to be Force sensitive and then was sent off to the Sith academy. 

He excelled in training and showed great aptitude in lightsaber combat and the Force. His talent drew the attention of two jealous Sith in the academy and one night they tried to gang up on him, with the intention of either seriously hurting or even killing him. Fortunately for Jakali he was quick enough to counter the ambush and strike back at both the fools, badly injuring both and sending them out of the academy as a result.

He was then selected as an apprentice by his new Sith master, Val Harand. He again showed potential under his master, but occasionally made mistakes which would lead to the day he lost his arm at seventeen years old. After failing a task his master challenged him to a duel, with no other choice Jakali agreed, a tingle of fear in him as his master ignited his blade and motioned for his apprentice to attack. 

Jakali gave it his all yet held back as he did not want to hurt his master, the man he was attacking and had no qualms. Slicing Jakali's weapon in half, then kicking his apprentice to the ground and removing the boy's left arm at the shoulder. Jakali screaming in shock the entire time.

A mechanical arm was grafted onto him but it was not the same as an actual arm. It had five fingers and the full range of motions yet felt completely unnatural, as well as extremely noticeable. The roboticness of it prevented him from casting Force lightning from the hand, and in general hampered his ability with the Force. So he focused on combat from that point. 

His apprenticeship under Val Harand came to a premature end several months after that. Master Harand had been planning to kill another Sith, having harbored the grudge again the man for a previous incident. However, the man's own apprentice found out and promptly poisoned Val Harand. Jakali found out a short time later and was incredibly angry, he wanted to be the one to kill his cruel master, strike the man down for all the pain he caused upon him. He found out who poisoned Master Harand and has held a grudge against them ever since.

After his apprenticeship unexpectedly ended, Jakali served the Empire loyally, he carved out a niche as a fierce warrior but also as an intelligent, charismatic man that put the mission ahead of everything else. He of course has managed to hide his true intentions, and was selected as one of the Sith for the mission to Coruscant.

Personality and/or Motivation: Jakali puts on the face of a charming, funny, sometimes flirty man, someone that will try to be your friend and get you to trust him. Behind this lies his true motives which are putting himself on top. He is a fierce fighter that enjoys combat, only when he is winning of course. He enjoys being on top and hates failure more than anything else. 

He also despises the Jedi for fearing the Force, blinding themselves to the true power of something they are lucky enough to be able to access. Jakali also hates their unnatural hiding of emotions, something that is central to life. 

Player’s long term goals: 
While he hasn't fully planned out anything for the far future, he does want to fully scale the Sith ranks and then he wants to change things, run the galaxy his way, bring forth his own idea of peace that no one before has ever come close to. As of right now he is focused on pleasing Darth Nyiss and becoming a Lord, that would be a huge step forward for him.

Relations: 
Sish - He has worked alongside the Trandoshan before and admires the reptilian's prowess in combat. Jakali thinks that he could possibly manipulate Sish in the future, get the reptile on his side as he could be a very powerful ally in that instance.

Jewel Namore - He has not had much interaction with her, but has heard things about her that interest him. She is a fierce lightsaber combatant, like himself and she is a Sith Lord. Maybe someone that he could try to gain the favor of.

Darth Nyiss - He has not really spoken to her, but is very interested in her, how mysterious she is and how powerful she is. He wants to gain her favor, make himself stand out to her more than any of the other Sith. She may be the key to his long term goals.

Zanna - He hates her, they have a bad history which he still despises her for, having come in conflict before. Jakali does not trust her one bit, if he had the opportunity to confront and strike her down hen he would take it.

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Name: Vivithe Lansha
Species:  Human-Sith hybrid. 90% Human, 10% Red Sith.
Age:  36
Gender:  Female
Faction: Sith Empire
Rank:  Sith Lord

Appearance: 


A woman of average height (5’5), she shows no physical signs of her Sith heritage, outwardly she is entirely human. Vivithe wears a more form fitting version of the typical Sith garb, over it she wears a cloak of a dark maroon color. Her curved hilt lightsaber sits on her belt when not in use.

Notable Characteristics of Species: 
N/A

Flaws: 
- Direct combat is not her forte, her main lightsaber form, Makashi, is not a form to be used while fighting waves of opponents. She’s skilled enough to hold her in a one on one battle, but a straight fight is always her absolute last option.
- She’s not very strong physically, Vivithe is not a physically built woman, she’ll get pushed around and tossed all over in a fight.
- She’s spineless, if she knows she is outmatched or her life is on the line then she’ll make a hasty retreat. If she can escape with her head still on her shoulders then she’ll put that over everything else.
- A compulsive liar (which she is good at), overconfident and extremely paranoid. She’ll get others to trust her, but not the other way around.
- Plays people like pieces on a chessboard, everyone has a calculated everchanging value. Not at all afraid to knock over some of the pieces if they outlive their usage.

Skills: 
- Vivithe is a very talented tactician and planner. Both on the actual battlefield and off of it. 
- Knows the lightsaber forms Makashi and Shien.  
- She is extremely charismatic, which entwrines with her talent at telling believable lies. She is utterly ruthless with what she wants and is not beyond seduction if it leads to a goal. Also a solid actor when the situation calls for it, sometimes playing the quivering victim to gain an advantage.
- Quite skilled in the ways of the Force. 


Force capabilities: 
Basic Sith powers
Force Cloak
Force lightning
Drain Knowledge
Comprehend Speech
Telekinetic Whirlwind
Force Slow


Biography: 
Vivithe was born to a very wealthy family, at a very early age her Force sensitivity was discovered by a Sith who was on her homeworld. She was sent to the Dromund Kaas academy and her new life began. It was a huge change for her, going from a life of luxury to one where she was punished for every mistake and expected to absorb every bit of information that she was fed. A smart girl even from a tender age, Vivithe did exactly what she needed to, her brain her greatest asset against the bigger kids in the Academy. When an Academy was established on the retaken Sith homeworld of Korriban she was brought there along with many of the others. Though very nervous about moving to a different world, especially one steeped in as much mystique as Korriban, Vivithe was also excited for a new challenge.

She showcased a natural talent with the Force while on Korriban, which earned her some notoriety from some of her fellow students. After a messy encounter with three of them that left her with a black eye and bloody nose Vivithe decided to be much more secretive about her abilities. A frail girl even at a young age she couldn’t beat the others in a fist fight and tried to avoid physical conflict the best she could while at the Korriban Academy. After eight years on the Academy she was chosen as an apprentice for a Sith, who brought her into war. While she wasn’t suited on the frontline as she figured out after taking a blaster bolt to the knee, she showcased a natural ability off the frontlines and when commanding soldiers. When allowed to give her input before a battle she offered tactical advice, where certain shoulders should have gone, where to set traps, where to create chokepoints and more.

At the age of twenty two her master died on the battlefield, struck down by a single Jedi. An enraged Vivithe drew her weapon and fought the man. She managed to gain the upperhand on the Jedi before bringing him to his knees with a powerful bolt of Force Lightning, then with the man’s eyes staring up at her in hopes of mercy she drove her lightsaber through his chest, taking his life, a smile on her face as she did it. She was withdrawn from the frontlines after that battle, fear the emotion in her as she wondered why, the young Vivithe was terrified that she had failed by letting her master die and was going to be punished for it. She was wrong, instead she was reassigned to serve within the Sphere of Military Strategy within the Empire.

Vivithe was delighted at the prospect of leaving the frontlines behind, she was never a fighter, if she had kept getting thrown right into battle alongside the soldiers and battle hardened Sith then she most certainly would have died. Her new position amongst the Sphere gave her an opportunity to impress even further. It also being where she cultivated her more immoral personality, embarrassing her fellow new arrivals to the Sphere with her knowledge as well as her tendency to exploit any little mistake they made in their plans. Her first true example of her tactical talent was during the Battle of Ziost in which Republic Fleets stationed in orbit of the planet engaged the Sith Forces. After thirty days of combat, in which Vivithe contributed several ideas and tactics, the Empire won. 

The next battle she had a hand in, the Reconquest of Ord Radama was a far more bloodier affair, though the Empire won there were heavy casualties on both sides. This did not affect her planning, people died in war, it was expected, but she did commit two mistakes in her planning. A rare example of failure from the talented woman, she did not take it easily, as several of her superiors voiced their disappointment to her for it, they knowing she could have done better. Vivithe was also notably involved with the battle involving Darth Nyiss in which she deployed biochemical weaponry to defeat the Republic forces. Vivithe was fascinated by the idea, at first taken back by the brutality of it, including how a percentage of the Imperial forces were hit as well. But then she was impressed by it, it had brought victory to their side, which mattered most in the long run.

During the last seven years of Minos Cluster Campaign is when she ushered her plans to become a more powerful Sith, not satisfied with being revered as just a skilled strategist. While contributing to the Campaign she took the opportunity to remove several of her opponents that blocked her ascent. Public embarrassment and the planting of crimes on her unlucky targets her favorite tactics. She coupled this with making friends in the right places, sometimes through blackmail, by within a year and half of the Sacking she had all of her pieces in the right spots, a following of people and a strong reputation. Her success within the Empire had earned her the loyalty and respect of many important people within the Imperial navy and army, though she has her fair share of people that are not happy with her tendency to throw away lives that aren't hers in pursuit of victory. 

She ascended to Sith Lord status, a feeling of genuine happiness within her. Vivithe had proven herself to everyone but herself as she was still not satisfied, she would only have to get even better in order to avoid an unwanted fate as being a Sith Lord also painted a target on her back. A confident smile was on her face when she got onboard the Kaggath. 

Personality and/or Motivation: 
Vivithe Lansha, or Lady Lansha as she requests those below her refer to her as is a manipulative, dishonest woman, one never afraid to toss someone under the bus if it meant she got what she wanted. She’s extremely patient, especially for a Sith and always prefers to fight her battles outside of the battlefield, like she is playing a constant game of holochess.  While not motivated by a want to feel superior, Lady Lansha expects respect from her subordinates. She’ll treat people she wants to control like her best friend, or her lover, constant disarming smiles accompanied by laughter, promises that make you want to wait on her every breath. While normally in control of her emotions, like every other Sith she will show moments of intense emotion, often the (few) times her plans go wrong, while in these bouts she tends to destroy everything and everyone around her. She rarely allows people second, and even more rarely third chances if they fail her. Several soldiers and officers under her command have been unceremoniously executed for failure which completely rested in their hands. She does respect honesty among her subordinates, though she herself isn’t exactly honest.


Player’s long term goals: 
Onboard the ship her primary goal is to please or supplement Nyiss. She’s willing to step all over whoever she needs to in order  to accomplish this. On the way to that she would like to acquire one or two apprentices, hopefully ones that come from turned Jedi aboard the Kaggath. The Sith that she could have as her apprentice are too untrustworthy, recently turned Jedi can be molded much better. Ultimately she wants to amass a following, people loyal to her that follow every sentence she speaks. Whether that involves her trying to take over the galaxy or just a planet or two she has not decided yet.

Relations: 
Zanna - Met her once years ago when Zanna was with her master. Curious to meet her again.

Darth Nyiss - She's a woman that Vivithe admires greatly. While she has not yet to meet her personally, she has heard much about her.


Name: Denso Halsa
Species:Kiffar
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Faction: Jedi Order
Rank: Jedi Knight
Captive?  Yes.

Appearance:



Denso stands 196 cm, he is a tall, muscular Jedi, his figure strong from constant, intense training. His eyes are brown, his hair long, black and braided. Scars can be found on his body from previous torture sessions, several on his left chest, a bad burn on his left forearm, a slight bend on his nose from a breakage. The most distinct features of his are the matching tattoos on each of his upper cheeks. Unlike many other Jedi he prefers to wear armor over robes, in battlefield situations he will always chose that. Unfortunately he isn’t wearing that anymore, his armor was taken from him and he instead was given a spare Imperial uniform which he has to wear as he has nothing else. The predicament has not made him happy.

Notable Characteristics of Species:
Natural Psychometry - Occurs in about one of every hundred Kiffar, he is one of them and can only read inanimate objects.

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.

- He’s better in groups, alone he doesn’t feel right, he feels best when he’s among others like him. Solitude isn’t something he enjoys like some others do.

- Can be judgemental, this ties in with his strong sense of justice. He’ll often form his own judgements on people based on initial impressions or association. 

- Holds an anger inside of him over the death of Alih, another Jedi. He’s still trying to get it off his mind without letting it slip out and become public knowledge, but it is a difficult task as he hasn’t even been able to grieve for her.

- 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 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.  

Skills:

- Jar’Kai - He is most skilled and experienced with using dual lightsabers in combat. Through years of training he has developed a ferocious way to attack opponents with overwhelming swings from both blades, sheer speed was often enough to defeat weaker enemies. When fighting one opponent with a lightsaber he often uses one lightsaber for offense while parrying blows with the other. 

- Form IV: Ataru - One of the forms he is trained in, while not a master in it, he is quite capable while in form. While training in the form he employed dual blades, which are his weapon of choice in battle.
- Form VI: Niman - The weakest form that he knows, it was one that he was first taught and was a natural way for him to develop into training in Jar’Kai style which Niman has taken a backseat to, also behind Ataru.

- Denso is a talented strategist and tactician, he is best on the battlefield alongside the troops giving orders and creating plans on the fly. 

- Denso is an observant person with a sharp eye for detail, he’s always been able to remember the smallest details. As such it is difficult to catch him off guard.

Force capabilities:

Basic Jedi Force powers
Psychometry
Crucitorn
Force Stun

Biography:

Denso was born on the Kiffar homeworld of Kiffu, a member of Clan Halsa, a small clan compared to many of the others. His natural psychometric powers got him noticed and he was set to become a Kiffu Guardian. Before he could go down that path a Jedi had come to his homeworld, there they took notice of Denso’s sensitivity to the Force. His people did not want him to be taken by the Order, but after an agreement was reached he moved offworld to the Jedi Temple on Alaris Prime.

The journey there and his arrival was not something he enjoyed. During his life on Kiffu he had not seen many off worlders, the few that he had seen were merchants, people he had never interacted with. The Jedi that took him off his homeworld was the first non Kiffar he had ever spoken to. Another thing that he did not enjoy was the change from his arid, almost boring homeworld to the bustling jungle covered world of Alaris Prime. Though in time he would 

After the initial culture shock, he learned why he was brought to the strange new planet, to become a Jedi knight. His people had encountered them before, but Denso had never seen one with his own eyes. He was scared at first, but felt he needed to become one as he had already left his homeworld, to return now would mark him as a coward. So, he began his training as a Jedi. After showing promise and maturity he 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 the boy would become most comfortable using.

The war called and Denso entered it, guided by master Otunzo. They were given commanding roles on the frontlines, which is where Denso would find himself most at home on the battlefield. Alongside dozens of soldiers fighting at the front, no real glory to be made. That wasn’t what he wanted anyway, the unity was what he liked the most. The soldiers respected him, and he respected them. His master and him took part of several battles as the war went on, both managing to avoid any major injuries. 

But his time as an apprentice would soon come to an end, he would pass his Jedi Trials on his first attempt. From there on he and his master parted ways, he was on his own and headed back into the war. But before he went he would meet another Jedi Knight, a Twi’lek woman known as Alih. There was an instant connection between them, he was smitten with her but did not know how to act, as love was forbidden by the Jedi Code. They would end up fighting alongside each other soon, in Denso’s first battle as a full fledged Knight. The two ended up in a tight situation, as Sith forces had surrounded them and a small battalion of Republic soldiers. The group barely escaped with their lives, as reinforcements arrived when the odds seemed to be against them. 

He fought on more battles after that, earning respect from the soldiers that he fought alongside of, partly due to how willing he was to charge right into battle alongside the footsoldiers. His relationship with Alih grew much more intense, at first an awkward friendship, it eventually progressed into more. She became all that he thought of, both of them becoming paranoid about the Order finding about their relationship, he entertained the idea of proposing marriage to her, but that was another thing entirely, as that would require admitting to the Council about their relationship, and asking of them something that was not looked upon highly by many of the Jedi. 

His life changed when he was taken prisoner by the Sith during a small skirmish a few weeks before the Sacking took place. The soldiers he fought alongside were wiped out, he, a Jedi Knight was taken prisoner, Alih was on the ground with him, she too was taken prisoner. Torture was the first thing on the table as Denso refused to give any useful information. Denso did not break to his captors, despite the torture and humiliation that was inflicted upon him. Every time they asked for information he would provide false or the ancient kind, the location of a base? He’d give one from decades ago that had since been abandoned. He found strength in the Jedi Way, his knowledge of Crucitorn allowing him to endure physical torture. 

The one thing that concerned him the most was the status of Alih, which he did not know of for much of his time after he was initially captured. She was taken to another part of the base they were in, he assumed that she was alive and fighting like he was. But, he was wrong as during an interrogation session his captor revealed that they had killed another female Jedi who was captured with him. Alih was the only that would fit that as she was the only one with him.

Denso had too hold back an outburst of pure emotion, he didn’t want to believe it. It wouldn’t be beyond the Sith to lie to him about it, to get him stressed to the point where he would break and give them what they wanted. He couldn’t ask either, as that would have shown that he cared for her, which the Sith would have exploited if they she was still alive. Before he could make sure he was transferred to the Kaggath, for reasons he did not know.

Personality and/or Motivation:

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 a sadness inside of him from all that he has seen and heard. The most recent event being the death of Alih, another Jedi he was romantic with. This has affected him negatively, his thoughts dwelling on it, part of it a disappointment at himself for not even being there to protect her.

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, such as 
breaking apart the gangs that infest it, and stopping their crimes which are often ignored. 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. 

Player’s long term goals:
 Denso is still in grief over the sacking, the death of friends and more importantly of Alih. His fate within the RP will be greatly influenced by this, he could fall to the dark side through his strong emotions over the tragedy, or find strength within the Light and remain a Jedi.

If he survives the story and stays on the side of the Light then he will continue to fight the Sith for as long as he needs to. When the war ends then he would look to take his own apprentice. If he survives but falls to the dark side then he will become a more twisted version of himself, fueled by pure emotions. 

Relations:

- Jedi Knight Otunzo Ze: Was Denso’s master, taught his apprentice all he knows of lightsaber combat and the Jedi way. A Torgrunta, a master of the Jar’Kai lightsaber form.

- Jedi Knight, Alih’kijuc (Alih): A close friend of Denso, they were romantically entwined, she was captured alongside him and he presumes that she is dead which he is in grief about.

- Vebra Mirthios: He has fought alongside Denso in battle on several occasions. Denso respects and trusts him. Both of them trained on Alaris Prime, though did not meet until later.

Final Point - Secrets:
 His secret love affair is by far his greatest secret, it is the last thing he would ever reveal and would try his damndest to take the secret to his grave if its unveiling becomes a possibility when dealing with the enemy. It can be further exploited by the fact that he believes Alih is dead which has caused great emotional distress inside of Denso.

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Name: Azariah Alexander
Species: Human
Age: 24
Gender:  Male
Faction: Sith Empire
Rank:  Apprentice

Appearance: 

Last portrait, one year ago.

Flaws: 
Azariah's ideology can be viewed as a sign of weakness by the more 'narrow minded' members of the sith and thus lead to conflict; In fact, this is one of the key tenants of it. Through struggle and conflict, as long as one survives one has the chance to grow stronger and more experienced from it. The fact that he views those who dedicate themselves to the torment and torture of the helpless and weak instead of seeking to push themselves as pathetic cowards doesn't help either. 

He is also quite paranoid about the possibility of being poisoned and likewise dying to said poisoning.    
   
Skills: One of the noble born of the Empire, Azariah quickly had to learn the lessons of diplomacy and politics in order to survive in a world were a smile could have a number of meanings, few of them positive for the one receiving it. He also learned the nature of poisons and how best the counter them. After he was discovered to be force sensitive and accepted into the Sith Academy Azariah seemed to find that the Niman form of lightsaber combat came somewhat naturally to him, enhanced greatly by the practices of Trakata and Dun Moch.   
 
Force capabilities: 
The basics- It is a dead sith who cannot learn the basics of the force.

Detoxify Poison- While a rare power for a force user so young to take, Azariah's upbringing (And the death of his older brother via assassination by poison) made him rather paranoid of suffering such a fate himself. 

Force Empathy- Azariah has always seemed to have a knack for 'reading' people, having a fairly good idea of what mood they were in and what he needed to say in order to get them to do what he required of them.

Biography: Azariah doesn't know what his birth world was originally called, or even if he was born on a world at all; His parents were prone to traveling a lot between the various planets of the Empire for reasons of business and pleasure, so it's fully possible that he was born at a number of different places. 

His parents were proud members of the Imperial nobility, well off patriots that were more then happy to advance their station just that little bit higher so that they could rub shoulders with the elite of the Empire. While it was true the relationship between Azariah's parents and their children was somewhat distant due to the requirements of their jobs taking up a great deal of their time, they did make the effort to be good parents and took the time to ensure that their children were given the lessons and tools needed to survive being apart of the noble elite.

Azariah was much closer to his elder brother Isador; nine years his senior, Isador Alexander was Azariah's role model growing up. Charming, witty, intelligent and with a knack for military tactics Isador was shaping up to have a very successful future as an officer in the Imperial Army. This bright future was cut short when during Isador's 16th birthday party he started to turn purple and coughing up black blood before dying. It was found that he had been poisoned and his drink had been the means of delivery, but who or why was never discovered despite the connections of his parents.

Shortly afterwards, Azariah's force sensitivity was discovered and he was shipped to Korriban to become a Sith. The training was harsh and many of the students that came before, after and around the same time as Azariah were killed but Azariah himself endured. Never earning the attention of a Sith lord to take him on and fast track him through the training, Azariah instead focused on learning everything he could from whatever source presented itself, be it the Overseers, the library, other students or relics and texts that he was occasionally sent into the tombs to recover. 

Compared to the other Acolytes, Azariah was rather strange... Where other acolytes embraced their rages, hatreds and fears to empower themselves, Azariah always seemed rather calm and collected. Many believed that he didn't have it in him to rise and become an apprentice himself until a newly promoted Apprentice (Along with his goons) attempted to murder Azariah for being a 'Jedi like weakling'. Not only did Azariah fight him off expertly and kill both of his goons, but his counter taunts of how the Apprentice was a cowardly idiot who was to busy bulling those who couldn't fight back to actually seek any real power drove the apprentice into a blind rage. 

Moments later, Azariah turned off his lightsaber during a saber lock. The apprentice, having over-committed himself in his desire to end Azariah, stumbled and over-extended himself without something to push back against. This gave Azariah the perfect chance to turn his lightsaber back on and behead the apprentice with a single slash. Azariah was given the fool apprentice's position shortly afterwards.
                 
Personality and/or Motivation: 
Knowledge is Power and should be both guarded and sort after with the utmost care. Azariah is a man that found his passion in the discovery and learning of knowledge and he pursues it above all else, the source of the knowledge not really as important as the knowledge itself. Much more calm and collected then the average Sith, Azariah likens himself to the eye of a storm; No matter how destructive the winds, the rain or the lightning, the eye of the storm is always calm. He finds abuses of power such as torturing the helpless to be the signs of useless cowards who aren't focusing enough to strengthen themselves.   
 
Player’s long term goals: To gather one of the largest collections of force knowledge in the galaxy!
 
Relations: 
Darth Nyiss- It is an arrogant and most likely soon to be dead Sith that openly disrespects a Darth. It is also a highly dangerous high stakes game to bring yourself to the attention of one. He has seem some of Darth Nyiss' history and heard some of the rumors, but other then pissing her off being a bad idea Azariah knows very little solid facts about Darth Nyiss.

Final Point - Secrets: 
PM'ing them.

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Name: Shir'Inilim, or Shiri Nilim when split apart.
Species: Twi'lek
Age: 16...ish
Gender: Female
Faction: Jedi Order
Rank: A Padawan under Master Tetsu.
Captive?: Yes, unfortunately. Things sure went wrong this time...


Notable Race Traits: The Lekku, or 'Brain Tails' are very distinctive traits of the Twi'lek, they are also very sensitive.

Flaws: ok, see these things on my head? Don't. Touch. Them. It hurts, and frankly I just can't guarantee your safety if you do. Alright, Brain-Tails aside... I don't like to listen to or follow orders, and I guess I can be pretty rash sometimes... normally it doesn't turn out to be much of a problem though because, as much as I hate to have to do what i'm told, I do respect Master Tetsu enough to listen to her. I suppose I should add that don't work too well with large groups either. Also because of my utter repulsion to authority, I don't really have a sense of morals about what I do sometimes. If the plan will work, I use it.

Skills: Umm, let's see... I'm good at hacking into things, like droids and microchips and stuff like that. I picked it up while I was a thief to help myself and others not get caught by drones and such. I knew a few others in the area, and whenever one of them figured out a new trick, they spread the knowledge. I've sort of made my own little fighting style, so I'm good at fighting, in a kind of sneaky way. I was a pickpocket and a thief for a long time, so... I'm good at that, and I guess this could be a strength as well as a flaw, but I don't have a sense of morals about what I do sometimes. Since I started learning to become a Jedi, Master Tetsu has been teaching me the Ataru form of Lightsaber combat.

Force capabilities: I can do the little suggestion thing, and I've been working on picking up small objects from across the room and bringing them into my hand. Master Tetsu often tells me I am a fast learner, and apparently I finished the basics of learning to become a Jedi in just a year.

Biography: Do I have to fill this part out? I really don't want to... Alright, fine. Before I met Master Tetsu, I was a mess. I never really had any goals or ambitions in life before then, I was just going day-by-day, avoiding the authorities and working as a thief. The time before I met Master Tetsu is kind of a blur to me now, I never really had anyone I cared about enough to keep in touch with, any friends or interesting events, so there wasn't much worth remembering.

I was kidnapped at a young age, to become a slave, but lucky for us the guy was caught while he was transporting us, so we all got to go free... and that's about where my memories start to blur. I don't know how many years ago that was, I don't exactly know how old I am, and I don't really want to talk about it. Now, I'm not gonna pull that 'I've done bad things in the past, but I'm better now!' bullshit with you. Yea, I was a thief, and a pickpocket, and I think I may have indirectly caused a few deaths. I had to. I don't regret the things I've done, or my reasons and methods for doing them, I just wish I could have found a different path sooner.

I was about 13 years old when I became a padawan, and I was found by Master Tetsu a little while before then, she was the one to convince me to try and become a jedi. It's been a few years since then, and I've apparently done pretty well with my training so far. Right now, Master Tetsu and I are on Coruscant for some business with the Temple there. We arrived almost two weeks ago, and Master Tetsu has lent me to the local authorities to help them with a case. Meanwhile she herself has left the planet to go take care of her own business in Ryloth.

Personality and/or Motivation: I'm kind when I want to be, and I'm a bit mischievous. When I'm around people I actually like, which hasn't happened in a LONG time by the way, I can be funny and lighthearted. Usually though I try to keep my thoughts and emotions from showing, just a habit I guess. I seem mean, because that's the way I want to be seen.

Player’s long term goals: ((I'm currently thinking that she'll survive, although I'm not sure If she'll stay on the good side. It depends on how things play out still.))

Relations:
Master Tetsu- I'm her Padawan. Not much more to say. I respect her enough to listen sometimes, and I try to help her out too, and she doesn't boss me around as much as she could, so It's a start.
Sela Kythor- She's the reason I'm still on Coruscant when the Sacking happens. Master Tetsu lent me to her for a while to help with a case.
Xid Terrik- He used to be Sela's padawan. He's a knight, and kind, but that's all I really know about him.
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.

Final Point - Secrets: My parents. It's a very touchy topic for me, because I was taken from them. I don't remember anything much of the time after I was taken, but before then I can clearly remember some of when we were all together. I know that they never would have wanted us to be separated. I remember their love, and I get very emotional when I think about them, although I often turn it into anger. The only person I've managed to tell about this is Master Tetsu.

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Name:		Somminick 'Som' Lorso
Species:Mirialan
Age:		20
Gender:		Male
Faction:		Jedi Order
Rank:		Jedi Padawan
Captive?		Captured while meditating in the Tranquillity Spire

Appearance:

Standing at 170cm (5' 7") barefoot Som is average height for a Mirialan, although his build is more slender and willowy than most of his kind. He would be classed as slightly underweight but due to extensive training and conditioning has a wiry strength which matches most other Padawans of the same level of biological development.

Notable Race Traits: 
Disciplined: With a culture characterised by a deep-seated faith and respect for an individual's destiny, Mirialans tend to be more disciplined and focussed than most other races. Able to use their cultural heritage as a focal point during mental exercises Mirialans can achieve inner peace more quickly and channel the Force more effectively.1

Athletic: Generally regarded as particularly capable martial artists, Mirialans are typically faster and more agile than humans under the same environmental conditions and can recover from physical stress more quickly.1

Open and Honest: Due to their disciplined and faithful cultural background Mirialans tend to be less cunning than humans, taking other races at face value when encountering them.1

Flaws:
Innocent: Som usually believes he understands the path his life must follow, and so sturdy is his faith that he is doing the right thing he can easily be misled by the trickery of others. Failing to understand the motives of those around him he can be fooled into believing practically anything, as long as it does not conflict with his own rigid beliefs.

Dogmatic: Due to his upbringing under the most severe observance of the Mirialan faith Som tends to be overly supportive of established procedures and rituals, often placing great importance to even the most mundane of rites. This dedication to the tenets of his faith may be the only thing which kept him observing his extended meditation session following his Trials, even to the point of starvation.

Frail: Som's dedication to spiritual matters often makes him lose sight of the more mundane concerns of the flesh, including eating properly. His harsh religion upbringing have done little to prepare his body for the rigors of war, although his gruelling monastic exercise regime has hardened his body allowing him to suffer greater injuries than others would be able to endure.

Manifest Destiny: Som fervently believes his Force powers were granted to him as a result of his meditations and self discipline, rather than from some genetic or biological fluke, and sees a glorious future in store for himself. Whether this is true or not is something which has yet to be determined.

Skills:
Inner Calm: Through meditation and contemplation Som has learnt to still his mind and body, finding peace where there was once only chaos. Even in the most trying of times Som can keep his mind focussed on the task at hand, channeling his energies towards productive ends rather than facing demons and nightmares which may have weighed on his mind.

Pacifist: Although some would see his choice not to take lives if at all possible a weakness, to Som it is a strength. By concentrating on developing his ability to eliminate an opponent's ability to fight without resorting to murder Som has developed a number of ways to harmlessly incapacitate his enemies while causing the least amount of physical injury to them.

Niman Discipline: Som's peaceful nature led him naturally to follow the Niman discipline, whose defensive style allow him to remain free from harm until able to close with his enemies and incapacitate them peacefully. Som carries a dual-bladed lightsaber fitted with dragite gems which produce sonic reverberations during battle, disorienting and distracting his opponents and producing concussive waves when struck with force, but he rarely wields it, preferring instead to use a form of unarmed martial arts developed from his old monastic training exercises.

Force capabilities:
Basic Jedi Powers: Having spent most of his life contemplating the immaterial and spiritual nature of the universe it may come as no surprise that Som's mental abilities are disproportionate more powerful than his physical ones. Easily mastering Force Sight, Force Sense and Precognition while still early in his training allowed his instructors more time to also help him hone his Force Speed and Force Jump abilities as well. While he possesses the mental power to Mind Trick others Som's open and honest cultural background mean that he dislikes using the power, as he tends to believe that a person should be given the opportunity to accept the truth as it is, rather than being forced to see from his perspective.

Tutaminis and Force Stun: Som's peaceful nature and dedicated mind have honed in him a deeper connection to the Living Force, allowing him to feel the flow of energies around him and control their movements. During combat he can use his peace of mind to absorb and redirect enemy attacks away from himself and his allies, turning an opponent's strength against them. His ability to stun an opponent with the Force is still limited, requiring actual physical contact with his opponent's head (or other central nervous system equivalent) in order to be effective.

Skilled Hibernation Trance, Breathing Control and Force Bellow: Drawing from his monastic meditation techniques, taught to him since his very earliest childhood, Som can control his body with deeply ingrained skill, allowing him to slip into a revitalising trance and control his breathing with ease. This control extends to outward force also, allowing him to channel the Force with his voice to daze and confuse his foes.

Skilled Crucitorn: The harsh discipline of his faith has allowed Som to harden his body and mind against physical torments, increasing his resistance to pain and anguish. In times of strife he can withdraw into himself, channeling his pain into a cleansing process which leaves his mind invigorated and attentive.

Plant Surge: Som's connection with the Living Force promises to be one of his most powerful gifts, if given the time to develop it further. At the moment he can do little more than cause a shoot to burst from a seed after several minutes of concentration, but the potential for so much more lies within him.

Biography:Born and raised in a vihara located in the mountain regions of Naboo's southern continent Som was brought up following a highly severe version of the Mirialan faith which extolled strength of mind and body as one combined with an abandonment of physical wants and desires as a path to spiritual serenity. Subjugated by prayer session, physical exercises and meditation rituals designed to hone his transcendent nature more than his physical form Som developed a greater insight into the flow of the universe around him, finally becoming aware of the Force when he was five years old.

Taken from his family to a Jedi Praxeum Som's lifestyle translated well into the Jedi teachings, although their lack of form and focus disturbed his need for structure in his everyday life. To compensate Som continued to practice his faith's rites whenever his training would allow him to do so, leading to several occasions where his fasting and purging had to be sanctioned by his instructors.

Pleased with his progress on the Path of the Jedi his training Masters decided to allow Som the opportunity to attempt the Trials while only fourteen years old, but although he managed to pass most of the tests easily his lack of worldly knowledge led to his failure of the Trial of Insight. Taking the news in his stride Som set out to correct the error in his teachings, abandoning some of his religious practices in order to more fully embrace life. Again this path led him into difficulties, and a number of times his instructors had to step in to prevent Som becoming harmed by his misadventures.

After three years Som was given a second chance to face the Trials, but again he failed the Trial of Insight when caught in a cityscape illusion he allowed a thief to escape with his possessions. This time Som didn't accept the decision as lightly, arguing that his solution to the situation was valid; he had little need for the items that were stolen, and if the thief felt forced to take them then his need for them must've been greater. Unfortunately Som's passionate arguments failed to convince the Council, who argued that Som did not anticipate what may transpire on his path ahead, and losing the items may set him back later on.

Returning to his studies Som began to doubt the Jedi and their ways. While at first he'd admired their bold and forthright nature he was beginning to see flaws in their thinking which seemed irreconcilable with his own beliefs. Closing in upon himself Som spent much time meditating on the obstacles he faced, unwilling to withdraw from the challenge until he fully understood the nature of the conflict.

It would be another three years before Som chose to retake the Trials, and despite finally passing all five Som requested that he be allowed some time to meditate on the nature of his experiences before finally accepting his place as a Jedi Knight. With the permission of the Council Som retreated to the Tranquillity Spire for contemplation, spending several days in seclusion before his reverie was interrupted by the arrival of the Sith.

Personality and/or Motivation:Som's absolute faith and devotion to his beliefs may be the path to far greater focus of the Force than many other would be able to achieve. With the right training and guidance he would be able to rise above other Knights and take a seat on the Council one day. With improper guidance however, those same traits could be turned into powerful tools for the Dark side of the Force.

Player’s long term goals:Som is an interesting case study in the power and danger of absolute belief. His journey in search of enlightenment could easily be corrupted unless he remains true to himself and his personal code, something which historically has proven to be very tough for even the most devout of people (Joan of Arc, Maximilien Robespierre, Adolf Hitler, etc.)

OOC Note: While Som's fictional religion will be heavily influenced by Buddhist teachings I intend to make no parallels between the teachings he has been raised on and the real world faith and intend no disrespect to those who follow its tenets.
Relations:
Som's Great Great Grandmother Jana Lorso once worked as a representative for the Czerka Corporation, only to lose her position when the Jedi Exile Meetra Surik revealed her back room dealings and underhanded attempts to take control of the Telosian Restoration Project. After being forced to leave Telos in the wake of the scandal Jana served as a hostess aboard a number of cruise liners before finally settling on Grizmallt.

Her son, never feeling at home amongst the mainly human population of the heavily industrialised world, was one of the colonists sent to establish a new world on the recently discovered planet of Naboo, travelling aboard the Constant. Contact with the ship, as well as two others travelling with it, was lost soon after its departure from Grizmallt and they were believed to have been lost, however the expedition had successfully reached its destination and managed to quickly establish a thriving colony.

While Som's Great Grandfather fully embraced the ways of the Naboo his Grandfather felt pressured by the mostly human colonists on the new world and early in his life began a dedication to the ways of a 'true Mirialan'. Lacking proper guidance in the matter, and relying solely on the scant information fed him from the holonet, the young man formed a highly severe and personally demanding version of the religious practices of her forebearers and eventually left his family home to build a vihara in the ruins of an ancient Elder temple on Naboo's southern continent dedicated to his new beliefs. Over the years others seeking a more spiritual way of life joined him and together they built a small community of 'enlightened' people from all races.

Born within the Community, the last two generations of Som's family have all been followers of the strict moral and spiritual path laid down by his Grandfather, and while there has at times been friction with the other inhabitants of Naboo mostly their peaceful way of life has gone undisturbed.

Shortly after his failed first attempt at the Jedi Trials Som was transferred to the medical facility on H’Ratth to receive specialist care during his recovery. While only there for a few months, he was treated personally by Jedi Master Sela Kythor, along with his young Padawan Lea Rahn and grew to appreciate the older Jedi's professional approach to his duties, as well as Lea's warm and dedicated nature.

Six years ago, upon his return from H’Ratth, Som made friends with another Padawan Dossa Do, a Nautolan trainee who'd also failed her Trials at her first attempt. With her assistance Som was able to face his failure and rise up from it, dedicating himself to fully understanding the mistakes he'd made so that he would pass the Trials on his next attempt.

Do introduced Som to a great array of galactic cultures and traditions, including fried swarp rat and NukaCola neither of which he had ever tasted before. Soon after Do managed to pass her own Trials and the two lost contact as she left to take on her new duties as a Jedi Knight, only occasionally messaging each other again over the following years.

During the final days leading up to their Jedi Trials Som fell into the habit of sparring with the younger Padawan Xid Terrik, as well as helping to guide him through some basic meditation techniques which Som had learnt during his long time at the Temple. While Som saw a darkness in the younger Jedi and tried to prepare him for possibly failing at the Trials Som was pleasantly surprised when the young human managed to pass, gaining his promotion to Jedi Knight.

Final Point - Secrets:
Flagellant: The central tenets of Som's faith have strong ties to the Sith way of thinking, carried down his family line from his Great Great Grandmother's associations with the Sith-allied Czerka Corporation. While he would argue that inner strength and harmony are Jedi traits, the harsh physical rituals he has endured through his life have also taught him to harness physical resilience and determination as well.

1 - Source: Star Wars Force And Destiny Roleplaying Game Beta Rulebook BTA007 ISBN 978-1-61661-991-6

Still looking for characters to add to the 'Relationships' section of my CS. If your character was either at the medical facility on H’Ratth six years prior to the story, or has been at the Jedi Temple on Coruscant within the last 10 years please feel free to drop me a PM to discuss possible relations.

Particularly interested in any romantic relationships within the last four years.

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Name: Arix Vaas
Species: Echani
Age: 15
Faction: Jedi Order
Rank: Padawan
Captive.

Arix looks like most other young echani--so much so that, without knowing how to read body language like an echani, he would seem the same as most of them. At fifteen he is tall and lean for his age and in notably excellent condition, notably toned with wiry muscle and trim of fat from the admittedly excessive training he subjects himself to. His eyes are a dark slate, his hair a chin-length shag of silver but for the thin, trailing braid of his station. He has no noticeable scars and traditionally a calm, somber expression.

Aside from his race's cultural talent of using body language to predict maneuvers in battle, there is little that separates an echani from a lithe, well-toned human of similar stature but their silver hair, grey eyes, and remarkably slight genetic diversity. That being said, Arix like the rest of his kind has been trained in the echani martial art, and as such is a combatant of note even unarmed.

Arix wants very badly to be the model Jedi. He walks like a Jedi and talks like a Jedi, but he isn't one really. Not yet. He feigns poise, but inside he is unbalanced, undone--and so angry. Try as he will to let go of his disdain for the lazy or the weak, it is only because he knows he should that he treats them with the humility and respect they 'deserve' rather than ignoring them completely. A perfectionist, it pains him to leave a task unfinished or an art unperfected, and so he prefers to master one talent before bridging to the next.

For all his flaws, however, he truly believes in the ideal of the Jedi as Warrior Peacekeepers, heroes and heroins standing for justice and truth in a galaxy that can't protect itself without them. He believes it enough to die for it, and suffer for it...but does he believe that he'll ever be one of them?

More in question.

Flaws: Of the many flaws Arix has, perhaps his most defining is his belief in himself. Call it confidence, willpower, arrogance, whatever--Arix is stubborn. He has never met a challenge he was willing to admit was beyond him, never seen a feat that he does not believe he could come to equal given time. Approaching problems with his strongest foot forward, his grasp of subtlety extends into swordplay and that is absolutely it. Absolutely willing to bash his way through a problem if there is any hope of success, it is this willingness to self-abuse and sacrifice that fuels his perfectionism.

Arix is a Jedi, and all that implies--at least, he sees himself as one, and strives to achieve it. But his drive to be the best, to perfect what he applies his attention to can breed a contempt for others that he must temper. An individual capable of great sacrifice and feats of heroism, he often finds himself looking to the people he is to protect and wondering just what about them is so worth protecting. It does not make him a great Jedi, but he is confident that he will overcome his feeling of superiority, that the satisfaction in a job well done for its own sake will overcome his occasionally scathing opinions.

While most know of Arix' cold and aloof behavior, biting criticism and obsession with perfecting himself, it isn't known to many quite how far he resists the slide. Having given into to the Dark Side once before and felt the strength, the confidence, the puissance that came with it, his dip in the water was alarmingly comfortable. Still, in the face of the Sith, he is no longer certain that fighting fire with fire is such a terrible idea. If it's what will keep him alive, possibly long enough to carve a way for himself and others out of the Sith compounds, then so be it.

As an echani, Arix was raised with the understanding that combat was the truest form of communication. Practically from birth he has trained in the echani martial art, a practice he was careful to continue as part of his conditioning as a padawan, and as such is a surprisingly proficient martial artist for his age. His true talent, however, lies in his saberwork: Arix has all the potential to be one of the best lightsaber duelists of his age.

Having poured his time and energy into his swordsmanship, even as a padawan Arix demonstrates a truly impressive proficiency in the Makashi, Form II. The style's focus on precision and efficiency appealed to him, and his competitive nature made it a natural focus over more practical forms such as Soresu or Niman. Though by no means a master, he has moved on from the basic forms of the style to a higher level of practice commonly associated with the rare Knights devoted to the style, able to attack and defend with minimal effort and focus sufficiently to resist the Force attacks of an opponent. He has also learned to appreciate and utilize the somewhat esoteric art of trakata in his bladework, taking advantage of the lightsaber's ability to turn off to throw his opponents off balance and take advantage of superior positioning and distance control. With his Master's assistance he has begun cross-training in Form V, both the reverse-grip Shien style and the more powerful Djem So variant, as methods to overcome the potential weaknesses of his preferred style, leading to a surprisingly fluid combatant style for one of his age. Utilizing multiple grips on his blade, seeking coverage for his weaknesses and his unrelenting dedication to his training have made him a saberist beyond his years..

At the expense of most other basic skills. With only meager ability to do anything but muscle his way through his problems, Arix has run into the very real possibility that he might have gotten himself into a trap he can't smash his way out of.

Arix possesses a solid smattering of the basic abilities, with a particular focus on Force Speed--he is notably above others of his peer group and demonstrates a natural affinity for it. His true talent, however, is something a bit darker.

Arix has once before tapped into the strength of will that is Force Rage, and was alarmed enough both by the sensation of walking that dark road and the pain he very nearly caused his master to swear off its use.

That he remembers how good it felt is not something he is proud of.

Arix can't remember a time when he didn't want to be a Jedi.

As a young boy he knew them to be the heroes they were--beacons against an uncaring and vicious universe, asking nothing and giving everything for the sake of others. They stood for right, freedom from oppression, order over chaos, and he craved that. He wanted to be he hero of the story, the handsome Knight that lead the charge, the back his companions watched in awe as he did the impossible because it was the right thing to do. It was the most natural thing in the world that he was found to be gifted in the force, one of relative many of his people, and taken in to be trained as a Jedi at the age of nine.

He came to find out, of course, that the truth was far from how he dreamed it--not of the Jedi, but himself. He knew what the Jedi stood for, that they must be generous, compassionate, wise...and he saw none of those things in himself. Petty in a way he would never have imagined, his burning desire to stand as one of the august Knights was matched only by his disappointment at finding so little in himself of worth. It was only through effort, then, that he could be one of them. If he wasn't so naturally suited to the task he would force himself to be by sheer strength of will, come what may.

And so Arix became cold, distant, focused. He couldn't afford errors--he had to be perfect. With what was at stake, what could be at stake, there was simply no other acceptable option. Too slow with a blade and someone could die. Too fast with a temper and someone could die. Jedi were meant to lead by example, and if he wanted to be one of them he would need to be the best of them, above reproach. The lightsaber, symbol of the Jedi to the galaxy at large, became his fixation--he felt the Force most naturally with it in hand, felt it flow through him more easily as he slid through its katas, and so it seemed natural to him that this was where he should devote himself. While the Force may be fickle, his dedication to the Light in question, all he had to do to be a superior duelist was be perfect.

He could do that.

A model student, he gave all the right answers and acted precisely as a Jedi should, but it was a cold thing--it lacked sincerity, was rigid and doctrinal instead of warm and genuine. Done for its own sake, their principles ran hollow--but it was then that he became the padawan learner of Master Marichel Sint. The Jedi was powerful, poised, and she felt with such honest compassion that Arix was captivated. She taught him to see combat--and, more importantly, communication--on a grander scale, to realize that communication was the point and that only by embodying that would he ever achieve as he hoped to. She made him see the worth in his lessors, the value in every life and the sanctity of protecting it. She made him feel whole when he was so worried that he would never be who he should. Under her training he has, in many ways, begun to blossom as a Jedi. By providing him focus for his passion and aggressive perfectionism, she helps put him in balance.

Still, he is somewhat frustrated at his lack of progression. Having spent six years in the order and become the equal of many full fledged Knights in lightsaber combat, it is frustrating that he is considered not ready for the Trials. Commonly touted as too focused on the physicality of the Jedi and too interested in combat, he only recently begun to focus on what that means--in the same way as every other obstacle in his life, Arix intends to focus on any objections and overcome them through main force of will.

Light Side: If Arix can learn to subordinate his rage, to let it serve and protect others instead of avenge them then he would truly be a force to be reckoned with. Willing to give everything of himself and his spirit to stand strong where another under his protection might fail, peace would turn him from a troubled young man into a living force, a man in tune with his natural purpose with the Force flowing strongly through him.

Dark Side: Arix is proud, willful, independent and angry. The Sith have taken the only woman he ever truly cared about from him, the only person who made him feel worthy of the power he wields, and if he cannot forgive them for that then he could very well succumb to his need to slay them for it. Giving in to his rage in its entirety he could reveal himself as a powerful weapon in the eyes of a suitable manipulator, or simply get himself killed during his rampage.

Relations: To be decided.

Final Point - Secrets: PM'd.

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Name: Ven'ren Dijktra
Species: Human
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Faction: Sith Empire
Rank: Apprentice

Appearance: Ven'ren likes wearing his plain acolytes mask all the time, though he does not really need to hide anything. He is scarred, but not deformingly so, in fact he looks quite allright aside from appearing like he suffers from chronic lack of sleep. When masked, those used to him can read expressions by the angle he tilts his head. When not covered by mask and hood, he is seen to be pale and dark haired.

His clothes are nothing unique, as much a uniform as a sith ever have. Black and red robes, sleeves are tight or tucked under gloves or bracers. As a rule, if he wears his mask, he shows no other skin either. Physically, he is fit but still very thin, using speed and skill over strength while fightin.

Flaws: Ven'ren has lost nearly all connection he ever had to the light side, and most of the things he was taught by the Jedi are useless to him now. Added to that, his education in the ways of the Dark Side is incomplete and chaotic. His connection to the force itself is strong, but most of the information he recieves he cannot make sense of at all. In addition the the mistrust Sith feel for eachother in general, the posibility of some Jedi remaining in Ven'ren's scrambled mind makes him even harder to trust and a target to those who do not find him useful. He is rather useful to those that control him, however, both smart, skilled and cooperative when he is allowed to act according to his own goals and motivations.

Skills: He is skilled with lightsabers. He is mainly a Makashii user, but also remembers some of the Soresu he was trained in as a Jedi. He is also far sharper that his behaviour usually suggests. He usually knows when he is being manipulated, but appears not to be especially bothered by it. He is an easy man to underestimate and one might forget he has survived amongst the sith for this long for a reason. He has a strong albeit somewhat chaotic connection to the force, making him hard to surprise and causing him to pick up on things not otherwise made clear, such as peoples emotions.

Force capabilities: Force Empathy. His Force Sense, Sight and Precognition are also strong. He is better at controlling his own body (with speed for example) than he is at controlling other things around him. In general, his basics are strong, including the more recent skill of force choke.

Biography: Ven'ren was made a knight at 17, and was captured by the Sith later the same year. Using the classic trick of threatening his friends, the sith got him to cooperate with them and he was later brought to Korriban for re-education. His cooperation with sith along with his fierce hatred for them started turning him to the dark side. It grew worse on Korriban, due both to the training and the fact that he was constantly surrounded by Dark Side influence, and that there was little around him that he did not hate. Unsurprisingly, his mind took a blow from this and he started to lose his sanity. He survived due to his intelligence and adaptability along with good combat skills he had previously learned from the Jedi.

Most of his time on Korriban was spent in the caves of one of the old temples where initiates were commonly tested. He had been resisting most of the other training and tests in front of him. Surounded with only hated sith and with no friends to threatened, he had no reason to cooperate. Insted of killing him outrigt he was taken to the ruined temple, a place were the Dark Side was strong, and ledt to survive there for two years. He was then picked up from there by Darth Sathren, who thought that by that time, Ven'ren had proved his strenth by surviving, and by two years the jedi in him would be gone. Ven was, when found, animalistic, paranoid and barely speaking, but perfectly coherent when he did so and appeared to understand his situation. He did not oppose leaving or becoming Sathren's apprentice.

Darth Sathren was at that point already old and it was known that physical strength was fading and that he would soon be replaced. The Darth had many important things to do, and more than one young sith to train, but did take time for Ven'ren once in a while. This is were Ven was introduced to most of the ways of the Sith. The Darth's training mostly consisted of tormenting his apprentice with nightmares and visions, and then, after letting Ven'ren deal with the horrors himself, sat down to discuss what had been seen and how it is connected to sith philosophy. Ven was actually rather responsive to this method, that, at least in part, used kindness to make him listen. Sitting down and discussing the force was similar to the teaching methods of the Jedi, nightmares and horrors not withstanding.

This is also the time he came to Dromund Kaas, whre the Darth had his base, and met more other apprentices on a more normal level then how he interacted with initiates on Korriban, and even managed to make friends with other sith. This allowed him to see some good things about the Empire and stopped hating everything around him as an effect of that. This made him less likely to turn on the Empire at first given opportunity, Before that, his hatred still made him want to destroy all sith. The decline of this hatred halted his fall to the Dark Side and his decent into insanity, though not undoing any of the (notable) damage that had already been done.

His master did, as expected, not live for that long before someone took advantage of his physical frailty and kill him. This, along with the death of one of the first friends he made, made him accept Jewels offer to make him her apprentice. With her, he would have a chance at revenge, and also the opportunity to learn more about how to survive in the world of the sith.

Personality and/or Motivation: It is unclear how much of his mind Ven'ren has actually lost. It mostly shows mostly in his odd speaking patterns and off-behaviours. Those used to half crazy sith would probably not even be that uncomfortable with him though. He tends to be oddly friendly, level of sincerity uncertain. He sometimes has a bizarrely strong sense of personal space only to suddenly have none at all.
What motivates him in a larger sense is unclear, if it is anything at this point. Revenge for his friend is one of his goals short-term goals, survival is another, and for both of these he is helped by his master, Jewel. Already skilled in combat, he does knows that it its the understanding of the more subtle parts of being a Sith that he lacks.

His hatred for sith and jedi come in moods. Sometimes the sith are his new brothers and sisters and the Empire his new home. Sometimes the Jedi are his old friends, people he never wanted to see harmed. Other times, the Jedi are the traitorous scum who abondoned him, made him swear his life to their service and then left him to the sith. The sith, his sworn eneymy who tortured and destroyed him, something he'd never forgive. His disdain for other fallen Jedi, however is constant and an effect of his own self-hatred. To him, the surrender to the Dark Side is weakness. Grasping for strenth and power when you were not even strong enough to avoid becoming a pawn to your enemy.

Player’s long term goals: Ven'ren is possibly redeemable. Someone who cares about such things could see the light remaining in him and save him. A full recovery would naturally take a long time, but if he was to be removed from the Sith and brought back under the influence of the Jedi, it is possible. He would not however, think that returning would be a good idea and would be more likely to escape, not able to either completely cast of the darkness or let go of the light. He could remain the way he is, either still serving the Empire in his current state or for some reason or another fleeing into the vastness space, not really important enough to track an having no idea were to belong. There is of course also the not enierly unlikely outcome of him being damaged furter and beyond all repair, but that is the option I am personally least interested in playing out.

Relations: Jewel- master. On good terms. They find eachother quite useful

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Bio

Name: Alat Sev
Species: Kel Dor
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Faction: Jedi Temple
Rank: Jedi Knight

Prisoner

Appearance 

Alat is rather average for his race with a pale peach skin tone. Alat stands at about 1.7 meters tall with a wiry build. 

Notable Characteristics of Species: Breath mask and goggles required to breath and see in a nitrogen/oxygen atmosphere. Vision is significantly enhanced due to the atmosphere. Heightened reflexes.

Flaws:
Zealous: Alat suffers from a slightly obsessive need to hunt sith. When he is not actively doing so he is doing his best to continue studying them and it can often lead him to miss out on much of the life going on around him.

Violent: Some people fight, Alat is truly brutal when it comes to using violence. Some would say he has adopted characteristics of the Sith he hunts. 

Cold: Alat has a rather off putting nature when it comes to other people as he lacks many of the emotional responses a normal individual would have to traumatic experiences. This is compounded by his very morbid sense of humor that most consider distasteful.  

Skills

Life long training: Alat has worked much of his life to overcome the Kel Dor’s weaker constitution and is in excellent physical condition for his race. While it is not on par with many of the more physical races, his fast reflexes and swift perception serve him well when he is engaged in saber combat.

Niman Form VI- Alat wields an unusual combination of Sabers. His prefered weapon is the dual bladed saber he constructed during his ascension to Knighthood. It features two yellow blades which clearly mark him as a Jedi Sentinel although he is well on his way to claiming the title Jedi Watchman.

Alat favors a variation on the Niman form, Alat carries a second single blade lightsaber.This in conjunction with his Trakata style results in a truly exotic form of lightsaber combat that involves Alat using only one side of his double blade at a time. This allows him to suddenly switch the grip on his right hand without actually switching the grip simply turning one side off and the other on.
Alat is a solid martial artist which he picked up in parallel with his training at the Jedi Academy. 

Makashi Form II- Alat is an expert at form two using only one blade of his double saber for dueling. While compared to Alat’s Niman form, form two seems redundant however Alat learned the form to improve his dueling skills as many of his confrontations with the Sith devolved into saber on saber combat in which Makashi gives him a decided edge. 

Trakata- Alat is well on his way to being a master of the Trakata style of fighting. Many chastise him for the deceptive nature of the lightsaber style but Alat has always been of the opinion that discarding a technique because of its appearance is foolish. 

Pilot- Alat is a superb pilot with a variety of transport vessels from earlier in his traveling the galaxy with his master helping to keep the peace as well as the use of fighters for space combat. The second use of his piloting skill stemmed from being involved in much of the war. 

Investigator- Alat has training in most inner and outer rim policing policies as well as some more obscure world including Maana’s judicial practices which allowed him to help local law enforcement with lesser problems during his training as a padawan prior to his involvement in the war with the Sith. 

Force powers

Basic Force Abilities- Alat is proficient with most of the basic force powers due to his training as  Jedi. Alat is nothing special with the majority of the basic force powers other than his Tutaminis which is above average.

-Alat is incapable of the normal force persuasion. However it is rumored that he experimented with using the force to dig through a prisoner's minds for information. The council expressly forbid him from ever attempting such a thing again (Drain Knowledge).

-Alat is proficient at neutralizing energy with the force allowing him to block a small number of blaster shots with the force. He has yet to test the ability when blocking a lightsaber strike although he is confident. Perhaps overly confident (Advanced. Tutaminis).

-Alat has an uncanny force sense, while his precognition is normal for a jedi he has an above average ability to tell where things are even when deprived of his vision (Forcesight).

-Inorder to counteract the dangers posed by losing his mask Alat took it upon himself to become proficient with internalizing his breathing allowing him to function for extended periods of time lacking his breath mask (Breath Control).

-There is a rumor that Alat has experimented with Sith lightning but he has never displayed any use of the power to anyones knowledge and the council claims that any rumors are unfounded. In reality the rumor stems from Alat using Tutaminis to absorb force lightning only to redirect it back upon the sith using it on him. (Force Redirect). 

Biography

Alat was born on Kel Dor prior to the beginning of the Great Galactic. He was spotted by the Jedi early as a force sensitive individual and was taken for training at the Jedi temple on coruscant. 

He was apprenticed to a Jedi Knight named Maut, a Gand Jedi Knight of little note who mentored Alat from Padawan to Jedi Knight. Much of Alat’s training with Maut was spent traveling the galaxy assisting law enforcement on the various worlds they visited. Maut passed away a year after Alat was raised to the rank of Knight. Maut was 73 at the time and Alat’s only true friend and ally within the Jedi Temple. 

While Alat had certainly grown up with an trained with many of the padawans, knights and masters he took to few and even fewer took to him as a result when Maut passed Alat would spend much of his time keeping to himself. 

By this time the War was past its midpoint and Alat had taken to his mission as a Sentinel. His first taste of true battle coming as a part of the attack made on Korriban which was actually a republic feint intended to cover their counter attack against Ziost. He was recalled under questionable circumstances.

Alat would re-enter the battle again as a defender of Serenno before being forced to flee and then again on Ord Radama where he earned a reputation as a ruthless hunter of the Sith. Just prior to Mekhis conquest of the planet Alat was recalled to Coruscant for reassignment as the council feared his crusade was drawing him too near the dark side as he hunted Sith on Ord Ramada.

Fortunately or perhaps unfortunately this meant that Alat was in the temple when Malgus Sith attacked. 

Personality/Motivation

Most describe the Jedi Sev as being rather cold and callous for a Jedi but he also projects a chilling serenity that is almost never marred by even the most catastrophic events. Since choosing the path of the Sentinel Alat has become incredibly zealous about rooting out the Sith threat to the galaxy. 

The Jedi council has deemed Alat a sort of black sheep and are often more than happy to send him on dangerous missions to counter the Sith threat to the galaxy due to his slightly obsessive crusade.

The few who have truly come to know Alat are often startled to find a truly observant and soft spoken teacher. While Alat has not taken a Padawan since the death of his first and only Padawan at the hands of the Sith he is a passionate and direct teacher who is happy to deliver a hard lesson in order to get his point across.

Alat’s crusade against the Sith is not the result of a vendetta or other wound he received at their hands. Instead it is driven by a morbid curiosity about the Sith. Alat has spent many years tracking, studying and killing sith as a means of learning more about them. Many consider this to be a dangerous practice however none can seem to find fault in his serene nature when it comes to dealing with them; much the way a master deals with an unruly pupil.

While Alat is considered to be very disciplined and controlled he has a violent streak that occasionally colors his aggressive lightsaber combat and no quarter style of fighting. Alat wastes no time and no thoughts in combat. Many of the members of the council are disturbed by his almost sociopathic demeanor in combat. 

Many speculate that Alat has cultivated his reputation and demeanor as a means of cutting himself off from anything that the Sith could ever use against him and point to his lack of a Padawan as the ultimate evidence to this. While many certainly criticize the strange Sentinel none can fault him for failing to do exactly what is expected of him. 

Player’s Long Term goals

 Alat is designed to move along the knife edge between sith and jedi. Ideally he will flirt with both the light and the dark for the duration of his existence as a sort of mirror for both sides of the conflict to stare into and see how they are both sides of the same coin while Alat represents the edge of the coin. 

Additionally it would be interesting to see Alat mentor and temper his captors (excluding Sith Lords who are so far along the path that they are too set in their ways or are beyond him in power) helping them to expand their own talents even at the cost of his own suffering. 

I may additionally go so far as to consider converting him to a Sith as a means of exploring what it is to hunt Jedi as opposed to Sith, sort of the opposite side of the coin from the Jedi Sentinel

Relations

Alat has grown moderately friendly with the Jedi Xid who Alat enjoys a rather unusual relationship with due to his traditionally antisocial demeanor

Alat is very much a black sheep as he lacks a living master and a living Padawan

While he is an excellent instructor many fear the rumors about him and as a result Alat has spent much of his time at the Temple as a sort of unwanted mentor to those he comes upon and guides towards achieving their full potential before moving on.

Alat is one of the temples saber instructors when he is stationed there and provides instruction in the Niman form with Trakata variations. Alat also occasionally provides instruction in his variation of the Niman form when he is in a particularly good mood.

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