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NAME: Errickos
RANK: Padawan
SPECIES: Kushiban
AGE: 20
Gender: Male
HEIGHT: 0.7 meters tall
WEIGHT: slightly below average for the standard kushiban
EYES: Sky blue (though can change at will)
HAIR: Kushibans possess mood fur, changing depending on their mood or whenever they wish to camo themselves, as such, this can vary
SKIN: Above ^
FORCE SENSITIVE: As a child, Errickos has always possessed a strong connection to the force, being very force sensitive like many Kushiban.
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
STRENGTHS:
Dexterous: With a smaller frame than many others, Errickos while he doesn't possess the most durable of bodies, his ability to maneuver is a talent that has greatly aided him, and that will continue to aid him the more he trains with the force. An agile form allows Errickos to balance out his low defense for great maneuverability and speed, granting him enough time to make the first hit count before his opponents can react. Being agile allows him to use hit and run tactics, to slash, and hop away back to safely, only to return and dish out more damage, before retreating once more into the shadows.
Force pool: While being force sensitive is what's needed for many to become Jedi, one of Errickos main talents is his ability to use his spiritual force energy to its maximum potential without wasting, allowing him to use a considerable amount of force based techniques much longer and in succession than those who are less capable of using their energy wisely, whether this would be improving the speed or longevity of his force speed or the power of his force pushes.
Persuasive: Being a tiny, adorable big eyed lagomorph has many downsides, but it also possesses many benefits as well. Being able to use his charming, cute, and innocent ways, Errickos can weasel his way even into the most frozen of hearts.. Well, almost. A polite nature, and kind manners goes a long way, even being able to kiss-ass up to others to absorb as much information from an informant as possible without the need for violence.
WEAKNESSES:
Vigor: Due to being such a small creature, it's not exactly a big surprise that his form isn't the most durable in the galaxy, and is rather quite frail, as such, he isn't able to take a lot of hits, and while his speed can help maneuver him around many obstacles, taking damage can become a big issue for the rabbit.
Bleeding heart: Sadly, one of Errickos main weaknesses is that he finds himself easily falling for sob stories, naive in his desire to help others, even putting his own life in danger for the smallest causes in the hopes he can bring some good out of it, hardly able to see the bigger picture, a crushing emotion fills him when he isn't able to help others, and is easily sways to help the "good" in the most childish sense.
Clouded with doubt: Another negative weakness of Errickos is that a thick cloud of doubt hangs over his head, from having to help people, the lagomorph constantly doubts his capabilities as a savior, and whether the things he's doing are the right thing. Stuck in a loop of worry, he thinks too far into the future only after he's done his good deeds, never before, thinking of short time on the spot, and then the disturbing long term effects of his actions, which always hangs his heart heavy with regret and fear.
APPEARANCE:
Standing at a height of 2.5 feet tall, Errickos is a average weighted, yet rather thin looking kushiban possessing a set of large sky blue eyes, and a youthful look to his facial structure, though possessing a slightly larger than average snout and thicker, waist length fluffy ears which are both tied behind eachother into a loose like knot, used to conceal his training saber between the knotted ears, finally Errickos possesses set of black goggles atop his head and a black belt around his waist, containing various pouches, along with a leather satchel attached to his hip.
FORCE POWERS: Push and Speed
Lightsaber Discipline: Shii cho
GEAR:
Standard 500 credits
Training saber [white crystal]
Journal
Spare clothes
Emergency food supply - 1 weeks rations
Data pad
BIOGRAPHY:
Like many of his kind, Errickos was born on the native home planet of the Kushiban, Planet Kushibah, a planet rather famous for its weaving craft, thanks to their mood fur. Errickos however was both too physically weak, and mentally held back, that aspiring to become a weaver like his parents or a farmer like many others was lost to him, a lonesome, rather depressed child, constantly refereed to as worm food, as nothing of value his days living at home were of the worst, which became so bad, that in order to "preserve" their supplies, they "honorably" selected Errickos at age 10 to be shipped off, simply to save themselves from his pessimistic views and remove one less mouth to feed.
In truth, obviously, they had sent him out to die, firing off without a proper destination in a ship that could break at any moment, the Kushiban wept silently, mourning at his pathetic self, fearful of death, when his life was... "saved". His ship was locked by a beam, and the young Kushiban was captured, taken in by slavers, who brutally beat and forced the child into manual labor, though he was not alone, he as in the company of another, one who looked more... capable than the rest, a human, with strong eyebrows, and a set of dark brown hair... His face veteran like, experienced... Zelraff. In truth, the man was no ordinary individual, Zelraff sensed the force within Errickos, just as the Kushiban sensed much more in the man... No ordinary individual. A Jedi.
He gave no second name, but explained that his capturing was no simple slip of the wrist, no, he had planned his venture here, eagerly buying his time, sating it for the right moment upon landing to put the slavers down for good, though Zelraff explained he wouldn't kill the slavers, but remove all abilities for them to ever be a threat to innocent civilians. Upon explaining his goal, he begged the young Kushiban to not give up, and to persevere, his voice was strong, mentor like, Errickos found himself unable to do much but obey, trusting his words, like a child obeying a parent... He felt safe around him.
Eventually, the slavers made their landing, while Zelraff made his move, brandishing his saber, embedded with a standard synthetic stable crystal, made the plasma blade ignite with a great red glow, before the Jedi quickly sprung into action, his blade, not killing his opponents, but cleaving off their hands, using the force to his advantage to dive, twirl and spin, Zelraff danced among blaster fire, like a deadly king of crimson, he danced, and in no more than 20 seconds, all fire had ended, Zelraff took the slaver ship... free'd the slaves, and in joy, the ship flew, to a more... protected, safer planet.
On the way back, The lagomorph told Zelraff of the tales he had heard, having never met a Jedi, and ontop of that, one that used a synthetic red crystal... Zelraff smiled lightly, explaining that simply because he used a synthetic crystal, doesn't mean he's a sith. Though he admitted to the boy, that he has experimented with the power of the darkside, and while he admited its power was immense, it was not a power one could use without one hundred percent concentration. Zelraff knew how easily it could be to fall drunk with power, how easy one could become corrupt with nefarious intentions. Zelraff wasn't like those. He used the force to extract his own justice, though the Jedi would no doubt call him a traitor, a heretic, or even evil, Zelraff tried his best to explain that he deserves anything but that, that he was not blinded by the worlds prejudice of evil and good, the arbitrary political statements of the world. He offered to train him.
What could Errickos do? He couldn't refuse, he had to stay with his savior! Even if he was a criminal, even if he was a "heretic" for using the darkside plus the light. Of course, Zelraff made sure never to teach him in the way of the dark, as even for a Jedi of his talents, the amount of mental strength it requires to use it, and not be used BY it, was extraordinary, the young Kushiban was raised from age 10, by his new master in the ways of the force and the saber, given a training saber to start with, possessing a white crystal, Zelraff was a tough but fair man, and made sure to put the child to his limits every time, even taking part in their own small effort to take down as many Sith as they could during the three year Sith war, however...
When it came to the Jedi purge, things grew much more ominous, individuals eager to snuff out force users were much more thurough in their searches, and the two wouldn't be able to simply sit down and avoid others sensing their prowess. Zelraff did the only thing he could, and sent Errickos off himself to join the Avallian empire, which it would soon be known by. Asylum for force users, Zelraff had to protect Errickos as much as he could, and made sure to safely get him to asylum as... smoothly as possible, while Zelraff himself went by himself to pursue his next goal. To find a way to stop the purging madness.
Alone once again, though with others who shared his gift, Errickos had much training, though was still at Padawan level, as graded by those in the Avallian. Keeping the identity of Zelraff a secret he trained with those of his skill, of his mindset, though he hoped to see his only friend again one day, it wouldn't be long before 800 ABY would come about. Now at 20 years old, Errickos like many others found himself at the galactic republic, incognito along with many others, surveying and learning of the current situation, anything to give the Avallian empire as much information as possible on their enemies. It was this day that would set off a chain of events, putting him in peril... once again.
