Technical data
Name: My name is Talon Soule.
Species: I'm an Amaran.
Age: I’m 16
Gender: I'm female.
Faction: I'm a part of the Jedi Order.
Rank: My rank is a Padawan.
Master: Currently I have no master.
Former master(s): His name was Ceros Spiralfall and he was killed outside the temple during the sacking.
Time/location of capture: I was outside in the training grounds at the Jedi Temple on Coruscant during the Sacking.
Concerning you
As a prisoner, your wardrobe is limited. When you were captured, how do you look and what clothes do you have on now?
(maximum measurements on both height and weight)
Height off the ground: 38.1 centimeters
Head to body: 47.6centimeters
Tail: 55.2 centimeters
Weight: 10.7 kilograms
Fur color:Dark Red with light red patches which are located where the scars are located
Eye color: Yellow
Body Build: Unlike most Amarans, Talon is much slimmer in build. The girl is lighter than most of her kind, but what the teenager lacks in physical strength she makes up for with her power in the Force.
Scar locations
Back: In the middle of her back is a slash mark starting at the left of the bottom of her back and ending in a complete single segment at the middle. Another segment begins almost nearly (give or take a few centimeters off the given number) six centimeters above it and finishing at the top of her right shoulder. On the back of her left shoulder there's been different insults carved into the skin. There are inscribed in different languages, all roughly translating to blood traitor. The phrase shows the guild that this specific person has chosen a better life instead of keeping their blood oath until death, something which every person in that group should mean death to the traitor, but due to being considered one of the great artists Talon was able to be released only after a massive gang beating. As well as a promise to never step back on their moon. The wording stops a few centimeters from the slash and over onto her left side.
Clothes~
Normal Outfit- A dark colored shirt with a pair of matching trousers, and the traditional Jedi robe. Underneath her clothes she wears normal armor (custom design of course) for extra protection.
Undercover Outfit- Instead of a shirt the teenager likes to wear a vest. She still keeps to the traditional trousers of her kind. But when on an undercover job the Amaran tries to keep it towards a pitch black color to blend into shadows and the night.
Reason for the vest: The less that is able to be snagged the better.Reason for the color: For quick escapes best go with what blends in naturally. The only thing I would have to do is to close my eyes and just like that I'm gone like a shadow.Extra items- Gold Earrings- Stolen from a crime boss back on her home planet. The girl uses them more of a reminder of her former glory years as a hardcore thief.
You got captured. Did you make any mistakes that led to this, or were others at fault?
I used to blame my own mistakes on others like a spoiled child. Now as I look back at how my life used to be, I wonder if there weren’t other options I hadn’t considered? The fault was my own. My master told me to save myself, yet all I could think about were the younglings who needed help inside the temple. My adoptive family had turned their backs on me for wanting a better life away from home, so what would those kids have thought if no one tried to help them? My emotions had taken over that day.
The Force is your ally. How do you use it?
Since my life revolved around staying hidden in the shadows there wasn't much need for fighting, until I had become part of the Jedi Order that is. The Force helps with my speed: making dodging attacks or blocking much more successful than before, and helping to heighten my reflexes. Granted I still have much to learn in this subject.
Force Skills~
1. Force Speed (Moderate)- The most valuable skill I know. This has gotten me out of plenty of jams, especially when my master and I would train together. I trained by running around the temple training ground to keep this skill sharp but now inside the cell I will use it to help steal important things from the guards.
2. Telekinesis (Moderate)- Funny story behind this specific skill. When a target was too tall to reach I would focus on what I wanted from them and it came to me. Who would have thought the last person I was trying to steal from would become my master? I was able to refine this skill when I had entered the Jedi temple.
3. Force sense (Moderate)- Sometimes my instincts scream for me to jump into action first and then worry about consequences later. As my personal warning system I've thankfully stopped using the head on approach almost completely.
4. Force Stun (Moderate)- My fourth favorite thing to use. Personally I don't really like striking up close though in some cases you don't have a choice. A quick and painless way to keep your enemy in one place for so long before making a get away.
5. Tutaminis (Intermittent)- Honestly I don't really use this skill anymore. Due to being harmed in the past I’ve always been frightened to use this skill. Not adding the fact that my instincts are more prone to flight than fight,
Having the Force did not keep you safe. What other skills can help you escape?
*Stealing~ Imagine a guard walking up to your cell with his gun inside its holster or a smaller object within your grasp. What if this object could be used to help you escape? What if this object contains something which could be sent to the other Jedi? Or even better can be used to barter with other prisoners? In my opinion all of these are a good reason to take a chance and go for it. Worst case scenario: you're caught and are the first to be tortured today.
*Slicing~ Richer targets use some sort of security system that needs a slicer’s touch. As far as the Sith are concerned: the Jedi are the most valuable objects in this prison, and the cells are the safes. Yes, I'm using thieving terms to make my point, and I do apologize for this, but as it's the only way I know how to explain the skill I'm still going to use it. Essentially the objective of this skill is to hack through the defenses without tripping an alarm, although unfortunately I have very little skill in this department.
*Information Gathering~ Every Jedi has a possibility of running into ambush or even running into a battle which they're unprepared for. In order to help our comrades be better prepared I keep my ears opened and towards the ground. Every little piece of information could mean life or death. Inside a prison, with the enemy all around you, the chance of turning to the darkside or even dying is so much higher than in battle. There's no way to tell if a Jedi is working with the Sith, blabbing out our escape plans to them, or even if there's a Sith hidden among us. Hence why information is that much more crucial to know.
What was your life like before you got captured? Which major events shaped your life?
A choice is an opened path and each path leads towards a new goal. These endpoints can change throughout life or even approaching a different route due to the person's perspective. People view these paths as either good or evil. What they don't see is that we all walk an invisible line, leaning one way more than the other, until it snaps apart. In return whichever way we're leaning against the most is where we're staying put at. When you meet the others with the ideals like you it makes all the difference in the world. There’s also a chance of someone coming into your existence and helping develop what you once thought. To guide you towards the best path to believe in so you aren't tempted into your old lifestyle or into unknown territory which could cause harm towards others that you vowed to protect.
I’m guessing most people start off by telling their parent's name and what the couple did for a living but...I'm unable to tell you that information. It isn't like I don't want to tell. The problem lies with me being an orphan living on the streets. Hell I don't even have a photo or even own something which once belonged to them. I don’t remember their faces so I couldn’t proudly point the couple out and announce to the world these amazing people created me. It's funny how something so stupid would be a secret yearning for me but then again I guess it's only silly to those who have such things. To those who can't imagine a life without family surrounding you constantly. If you don't have parents then perhaps an overprotective guardian that tells you what to do and what not to do.
In reality each person thinks that they're invincible. Every thief assumes a certain position makes them invisible from passing guards but in fact they're not. Most will tell you height doesn't make a difference as long as your skills are sharp as the blade you carry, even so, that is not always the case. Height is a hidden factor which has to be considered at every opportunity. The only thing which would most likely blindside you would be a comrade betraying you just to become the new guild’s favorite but then again I couldn't precisely blame him. At first I did. Hell in all truth I wanted to kill the son of bitch without a second thought, and now that I think about it closely I was the cause of the pain hidden in the background. Please don’t assume I’m trying to place all the blame upon the child because I’m not. In order to completely understand the situation you needed to be there. From the day he had run away from his father’s massive criminal status, where a single spark of kindness could harm the man’s fragile reputation, to the day he had nearly gotten me caught. How did the boy escape his old life you might be wondering. Well this question is rather easy to answer. By slipping through the ultra thin cracks laid out in front of him. Leading the young man towards the background. This would have also brought the child’s status down from being a puppet master to a puppet himself. Evey limb being forced to move by an invisible string and every decision could lead to his last breath.
Our mission was to steal from a big crime boss that had shamed our leader days ago. Personally the thought of a vendetta left a sour taste in my mouth but I knew if we questioned her there would be a beating afterwards. I glanced to my right, noting a particular twitch of my partner’s hand, as the woman in front of us spoke as fast as possible. Most days I wouldn't have pushed the mysterious reaction in the back of my mind but then again it had been a good year. I guess I was feeling such thoughts would have weakened my skills. We had a decent plan. My partner in crime would act out the role of lookout and distraction while I slowly crept to them. Guess the woman thought it was best to place the best one into the fire than the potential amateur messing everything up. Yeah the kid was a fast learner but he still was fighting the old morals which were taught to him by his father. When the mission first started everything was going great and then the child triggered his playing card. One minute the guy was keeping look out for the guards from a distance and the next thing I knew he was speaking to an armed guard while pointing in my general direction. When the person started to walk my way I knew it was time to run. After I saw something in the corner of my eye instincts screamed to run so I did.
Usually darkness is the best time to strike for several different types of criminals. Yes thieves are well known for stalking the streets on Nar Shaddaa in hopes to get either a bite to eat, somewhere to lose the guards that protect your target’s home, or to save themselves from a massive beating. It's extremely hard when you failed to meet the boss' goals as you were often punished for it. In fact this was how I had in truth met Nazca. I took a right into an alleyway, guards nipping at heels due to catching me in the act of attempting to steal from a stranger, I managed to duck inside this abandoned building allowing a sense of safety to flood inside my mind. Little did I know there was another hideaway spending the night. When we were face to face neither of us dared to speak for a few minutes from fear of being discovered. I don't remember who had spoken first but after what seemed like forever we started talking and decided to keep together.
After some time together I slowly introduced Nazca to our little family unit. I wonder if this was the starting event which destroyed the invisible strings or was it the beginning of something more...honestly I don't know the answer to this question. In my heart I knew something was about to change yet I had pushed it aside. When the Jedi landed on our lonely moon I was curious. I had never seen such a person as him, even though our leader commanded all of us yeasayers to stay away from him, and even though we were told this I felt drawn towards him. Around the man the atmosphere felt peaceful. As of nothing was wrong with the world. Granted I knew that it wouldn't last.
I never knew how the man saw where my hands was pointing at but then again few the past few weeks I've noticed I had developed a new trick to help add to mine and Nazca’s number limit. All I had to do was just imagine what I wanted off of the person, from purses set aside to speak to store owners, or wallets that men hand inside their pockets just a few feet away. As if to make my wish come true the objects would float towards me, making me think that I've developed some sort of magical power at the age of seven. Then again back then I had always imagined that I was destined for something greater. Anyways when we first met I had just turned eight though right off the bat I had already called this man for a target. The one thing which caught my attention was when our leader mentioned something about being careful until more information about this stranger was collected, only then would a team would be picked to make our newly found target at home, her little key phrase for a hit and run type of robbery. Granted this type of attack would lead to success eventually. Then again she must have known a handful of us were dying for the to prove ourselves to her. Guess this was apart of her plan all along. Weave out the impatient ones so the best could be chosen and all the two of us had to do was wait for our chance to strike, at times I would wonder if Nazca was going to just rush at him, forcing me to play my hand on sight. Yet the young woman never even dared to. Understably I couldn't blame the girl if she had rushed things. There were several times I asked her if she wanted to make a move but the answer was always the same.
Days passed and the time to strike had reared it’s small tempting head. A taunt which neither of us could even resist. Nazca had decide to bother the man while he watched some of our other champions’ special mission. A perfect opportunity laid out for the two of us. Ripe enough not to ignore. We spoke off to the side, making sure we couldn't be heard by him, and after a few moments we finally had a plan. Nazca had played the lost little child exceptionally while I had taken my time to climb up onto the house’s rooftops. Here I wouldn't have to risk to chance of him seeing me and honestly I had thought we had accounted for everything… Boy were we wrong. I had never seen it anything like it. One second the shiny object on his belt is coming towards me and the next it was inside his hand, eyes looking upwards in my direction, causing both of us to retreat in a rush.
Days dragged on and none of the teams had even gotten close from stealing at least something from the man, in fact this seemed to had dampened our spirits, making the normal jobs that much more of a difficult task. Sometimes the two of us would just disappear for most of the day and plot out our next brilliant plan. Eventually we would fail our task then go home filled with frustration and shame on the way home. But there was a very strange event that had taken effect one day. I was walking down the street, lost in thoughts over how to get Nazca to go off world with me, and without releasing it I was being followed. It wasn't until I have turned into a end had I noticed his presence. The man introduced himself while I stayed silent. I wasn't sure what to say or how to act with a much better person in front of me. When the man asked for my name it had dawned on me that I never had one to begin with. Hell I never once was asked if I had one or even wanted one, so I chose the first one that piped inside my mind. For some strange reason the name sounded perfect. He said that it was unique then walked towards with me. Honestly I did trust him and when he opened his hand the words catch was mentioned. The guy asked me on how long I was planning on playing this game with my gift. I stood there for a few minutes trying to find the answer myself then just shrugged. The person mentioned something about a staying for a few more days while on assignment and if I wanted to he would take me away from this place but I had to leave everything behind me. Emotions flooded my body making me confused. Did I want to leave everything behind or did I just want to bring one person with me? How could I convince this person to bring along my sibling? Then it dawned on me. What if I can convince him that she's special like me?
I started to play around the idea. Dropping hints that there was someone else just like me. At first the person didn't seem interested with meeting another thief but eventually the lies started to hit home, making him curious. The man told me to bring her the next day, bringing a smile to my face, yet little did I know someone had saw me speaking to him. The next day I was brought in front of the group and was asked some questions. As a habit I told our leader the truth only to be rewarded with a massive beating from our ever growing family. Every single person was forced to participate then carve into my left shoulder a single phrase in the language that they spoke; Blood traitor.
My choices were limited now and for the very first time I had wanted to make them all pay. Even though I had lost my family there was a new path opened to me. One far away from this god forsaken moon making the choice that much more accessible without anything to hold me back. The man would soon be done with his work and for this I was grateful for. On instinct my body had started wandering the streets, as if searching for something I had lost, until he was standing in front of me. This guy had caused me so much trouble since that day. Did he do it on purpose? Was this the person’s plan along? To force me into a dark and lonely corner with no escape? Or was it a corner which the only escape was the way he wanted me to go? I forced my paws to move forwards, attempting to hide the pain and blame from his ever searching eyes, then stopped at his side. I told the man I wanted to go away. As far away as he could take me. He agreed rather easily saying something about a Jedi Temple where I would be staying at for now on. Thankfully this person was unaware of my true plans. To get away from this world as well as him.
The man’s ship was incredible. So much room to run around, so many places to hide, though there was one other person there. At first the fur on my neck stood upwards and a hiss escaped my lips forcing the young man to stop in their tracks. My ears slowly inched downwards, teeth baring their white gleam, as if warning them to stay away. I decided right then and there to keep away from them both. One because I was beginning to like the word isolation better than friends. Second if this person was with this guy than I would be gaining a double dose of nothing more than trouble and pain. The youngest of the two slowly started walking forwards and held out a hand with a kind smile while introducing himself. I just rolled my eyes at the jester, slapping the limb from my reach, before telling the two to stay away from me or else things would become difficult during their journey. They seemed to understand and nodded as a response allowing me to leave their sight for now. Eventually I had entered inside a room to watch the view from outside until I heard a knock on the door I called out for the person to go away but apparently they had decided to ignore my wishes, granted I was already sort of used to this already. They told me that everything would be alright and that the Jedi would take very good care of me. I didn't believe any of this. How could you promise something that you can’t guarantee in the first place? It didn't make any sense so I just nodded in agreement to get them to shut up.
H’ratth was unlike Nar Shaddaa in so many ways. My footsteps felt extremely lighter, the atmosphere was far more humid, and so fucking hot! Why was it so hot? Had they not heard of the phrase never go somewhere hot with fur on? To be honest I wasn’t a happy person in the slightest. My eyes searched the surrounding area for anything I could help me cool off only to frown at what looked to be a dense forest area. Personally I began to second guess my choice.
The walked through the forest was silent. It was easy to get lost inside this place due to there not being a marked trail that this specific group knew about. This was common with newly formed thief guilds back home, thought they never seem to last and members would seep inside ours like a bunch of glory hounds, but the way they had made this small unit sound was that they had been formed for a very long time. So I couldn't help but mentally question why there was a lack of markers. Where they trying to keep in the background or were they hiding from something much more dangerous? I weighed my opinions and decided that it was best to stay put for a while. At least until I had learned the landscape and these Jedi’s schedules. No sense in diving in if it's going to get you killed. I don’t know how long my mind had wandered for but the sounds of voices caused me to snap back to the present. There was so many people here, making my hands itch with anticipation, as we continued to walk.
The two men walked with me for a while, introducing me to as many masters as they could, before mentioning something about departing. Honestly I was a bit upset about this. I had learned so much about them and yet here I was being abandoned once again. I tried to convince them to stay only to be told that they had another job to do and that must stay here and train with others. A fact which had not been discussed with me. I felt my blood boil from this newly formed fact and snared for them to leave now. This didn’t seem to work right away. The two said that they would escort me to the medical room before leaving me behind despite how much I screamed for them to leave me alone like they had originally planned. They seemed to look at each other then silently agreed about something and before I knew it I was picked up like a child. I was carried to the medical room by force and once they had gotten me inside they had left as promised. Once again I had felt the darkness shove me into a corner and surround me like an old friend.
A few days had past and my injuries had heal physically. The emotional ones however hadn’t. In the beginning my mind was set on escaping this hell hole and now I wasn’t so sure. The people were kind and welcoming which made my stomach toss and churn at the sickening masks. Every new face that arrived just added to this fake sense of security and everyone was following along with it, not that I was one to talk. So I already knew that my escape plans were now void. My brain had seeped into wandering mood when someone had called out my name. My tail flickered to the right side and then to the left as I answered the voice with a snide tone. I have no clue if she had been frightened at my response or if she had brushed it off as a bad day but the girl had decided to introduce herself as I watched the ships land and then once again take off to somewhere new. I nodded my head as I kept my head forward as she spoke of meeting the others. This had gotten my attention fairly quickly. I know that there was supposed to be a group of kids that were in the same boat as myself but in a way I never thought this was true. I mean I had only seen this young woman inside the medical room and when she attempted to speak to my I had just snared a remark at her. I was curious as to why she wasn’t keeping her distance. I don’t remember what the answer was exactly but I still like to believe it was because you were lonely. Heh. Kinda cheesy I know but I guess I secretly wanted a friend. I nodded and walked with her to meet the others.
The room that they taught us in was larger than I was used to. Then again I was never given the chance to go to such things. I was feeling completely out of place here even though I was slowly feeling that I made the perfect choice of staying. The Masters tried to do their best to make the teachings to best fit the students and yet I was still having trouble with the lessons. On meditations I would twitch my ears, flicked my tail, or sometimes move my leg on way or another. Thankfully they had shifted my focus on walking around the room and allow my mind to slip into a meditative state. This had proven to be a much better option. The one thing that I still have an issue with si the Jedi code. I understand each word yet I can't help but question the methods. I knew that I wanted to keep to this as much as possible yet I knew from experience that sometimes you needed to do things in your own way. Even if it meant breaking the one thing you wanted to keep sacred.
When they had decided to teach us something called force I looked at the Master with confusion. She began explain about what the force actually was and what we were able to do with it. The woman then proceeded to explain reasons on why we don't use it for selfish reasons which just added even more confusion inside my mind. I tried so hard to focus on each word but a flood of questions forced their way inside. What if there was a Sith in front of us and we didn’t have a choice but to use our force abilities? What if the only way to explain to a person, who was what they called force sensitive? What if we were about to be captured or even killed by our enemies? This question was the conflicting to me. When we were dismissed I walked up to her and calmly asked a few of my massive amount of question, which she seemed rather eager to answer, though I wonder if it was just because I had asked after class. Just because the girl was able to take her time to properly explain things in a way that I would easily understand.
After a few days of explanation and then the training started. We were each taught different types of moves, how to use a lightsaber safely, and basic survival skills that at the time I had assumed was completely useless. The only force skill that I had trouble with was Tutaminis because I couldn't completely focus on this skill. My mind would flash back to the times I had spent with Nazca, whom I missed dearly, then running around on a much familiar terrain. One that I had grown to know like the back of my hand. Tell me where to go back home and I would be able to find it blindfolded but here even though I was still learning it by heart was foreign to me. I guess at the time I had slowly become home sick but I also knew the dangers of going back there. The scars on my back would be a small insect bite compared to what they would have in store for people like me.
Honestly I have no clue what in the world the Jedi were thinking about giving children deadly weapons. Hell I was afraid that it would cut my snout. Thankfully the teacher that they were nonlethal though if left on your skin for a certain amount of time unchecked we would in fact receive a burn. I glared at the Master, waiting to rip him down one side and up another, before I was able to bite my tongue. He explained what we had inside our hands, how to turn it on and off, before explaining what we would be learning in class. At first I started questioning these people’s actions. What were they thinking giving children weapons without properly explaining what they were? What if someone was hurt? Were they trying to weave out the weakest and keep the strongest? Yes, I suppose that it was a bit ridiculous to start questioning the ones who had saved me from complete hell. But I couldn't help it. I might have been being to get used to being around other again but I was still ready to run when the beatings would being.
How well do you hold up under pressure? Do you have a high pain threshold?
Pressure Tolerance- The pressure of the constant fear inside the prison, mixed with everyone’s ever drowning fears, tend to mentally drain me. If we do escape there's only a certain amount of time before guards and Sith are ushered out for us.
Pain Threshold
* Physical- I would like to think I have a medium physical pain tolerance. One of the many advantages to being a thief. Mainly because of who there is to steal from in Nar Shaddaa. Yes, there are tourists and most have a lot of coins waiting to be claimed by a new owner. But the bigger fishes are those who are into a indubitable dangerous line of work, those are the job you have a high chance of dying on but the adrenaline rush during the escape is incredible.
*Mental- Death it's a new subject for me but it's different when you learn that you were the cause of it. I guess I've always been mentally unstable even before my adoptive family had found me. Yes, they would always me that my parents were murdered and there was nothing that they could do. But in the back of my mind I had a feeling that they were wrong. Then the only person that looked up to me had vanished just as suddenly as she appeared. Revenge out ranking newly formed family. Lastly the final thing to break my love of working with others was when the small thief guard abandoned me just for wanting a better life.
*Emotional- Jedi are supposed to be heartless in their approach yet for some reason I can't help but want to be praised by those around me. Childish I know but I have this urge to make as many people see a completely different side than those back home have seen. As if I'm trying to prove that not everyone who lived in a criminal organized moon are just scum looking for lives to ruin.
Lightsabers. Though you lost yours, it would be good to know what style(s) you use.
Lightsaber~ Original yellow lightsaber
Fighting style~ Ataru
Have you encountered other prisoners or Sith in the past?
Jedi
Nazca- Met while living at Nar Shaada. When the girl first joined Talon had trained her in thieving. Though their sisterly bond soon diminished when the older woman chose revenge over family which was considered a big mistake.
Cerria-Talon and Cerria had gone to the same Jedi temple before the sacking. Granted the woman attempted to keep minimal contact with others after leaving her home granted it wasn't ever the case.
Shiri~ The fox doesn't really mind her being around considering most times the young woman ignores Shiri. Though when the woman’s sassy personality peeks through the shadows Talon just wants to tell her to grow up.
Sith- none
Out of Character
How powerful is (s)he in the Force?
Inside my thoughts I would like to say about high Padawan. Not quite at Knighthood but possibly close to it. Though since she asked to get some more quick training in before taking the knight test we’ll never be positive or at least until her next master thinks she's really for the tests.
Has your character encountered members of the Strike Team / Rescuers before?
If ever running into the Strike Team/ Rescuers before I have to say no.
Nobody with any sort of wisdom wants to speak of their flaws. Especially not to their enemies, so what are your character’s flaws?
Flaws- Still Steals~ Every Jedi knows a Sith won't give up their weapons or plans. Well unless you are somehow able to kill them. As a
former criminal, who uses their skill for bee tee side of the force, these skills will help. Besides I know I'm jinxing my luck here but who in the world would pay much attention to a small furry fox? Yes, they're probably aware of where I'm from but it seems to me everyone lets their guard down around me.
Naive~ Before the teenager hadn’t even considered herself being under constant surveillance, much like how they leader had the newly joined members. She had trusted her group full heartedly. Then when some of the members came to her and asked the girl to follow then she had a bad feeling. When she learned of this during her “trial” she was shocked. After all why would they place one of their star criminals under surveillance like a starving dog? It turns out that some blocked that she was a spy for some of their targets. This is why the Amaran was allowed to live until she stepped foot back onto her home moon. To be used as a lesson for her true Boss.
Trust issues~ Years ago before the teenager was forced away from her home she had a partner. The young man was a fast learner and quick on his feet. Yet unknowing to the group jealously had formed inside his heart, making a secret urge to get rid of one of his contenders. Fortunately this hadn't been as successful as the guy had hoped it would have been.
Isn't able to stay in hot climates~ Fur and hot weather doesn't mix well
Is your character any good at holding out against torture?
In my mind Talon can handle physical torture a lot better than emotional or even psychological torture. This is mostly due to living on Nar Shaddaa with Nazca. Though after the woman left for revenge I would think there would be abandonment issues which the Sith could use against her fairly well. Emotionally wise finding out about of her Master’s death being her fault so many times will sadden her and eventually allow her to slip into depression, making the darkside sound much better, than the light.
What is your character’s personality like? What motivates him/her?
Traits
*Cunning~ Just like everyone inside the Amaran kind the girl is able to work her way out of the most difficult situation. Her sly outlook of life would be considered foolish or even ill-willed to other Jedi. This is because she sees both sides of the coin as not completely right due to having to do dark actions sometimes in order to survive. Even though the young woman has this out look she tries to be a perfect Jedi, granted it doesn't always happen, and the methods might be slightly bending the rules.
*Isolation~ This is what she prefers though when it comes to a fellow criminal the girl doesn't mind breaking this rule. The reason she prefers isolation is because this is just part of her kind. They tend to keep to their work unless they are trying to woo a mate or has a family. Though towards other Amaran’s Talon is still a child until her 18th birthday, which massively bothers the young woman.
*Loyal~ Even though the teenager prefers to work alone when faced with a massive task, that can't be completed without others, she will show the utmost loyalty. There will be backstabbing for her though her pride tends to show more often around those who compliment Talon’s skills.
Do you have any limits as to what is “ok” to happen to your character?
I'm mostly fine with any gore or horror genre out there and as I took time to rethink this question I've decided to allow players to be creative with their torture methods. Yes, I sound as if I'm complaining a lot but to be honest I'm absolutely ecstatic about seeing if those plans will succeed or not.
Do you want your character to escape?
For my character escaping the answer would be yes, though not as quickly as other pcs. One I've heard that other players were making plans to escape and not even placing them into action after a simple failure. With the combined stubbornness of my PC as well as her players I would like to help put these plans into action. Even if she gets captured on the way of getting others out. The second would be for IC reasons. I want there old sister bond which Nazca and Talon once had to be rekindled. Mainly because she'll be able to display emotions which the Sith can use against her. Though when called a furry animal she tends to get rather pissed off and after being called this a week or so Talon will unfortunately lose her temper.
How easily do you wish to be captured?
Personally I would like to give her captor a chance to chase from the younglings area, into the halls, and into the battle in the training grounds. But as I think about it realistically I doubt that there will be a chase. In truth, I would have to unfortunately say she would most likely get captured fairly easy. Though doesn't mean I won't try.
What do you think your character is doing in a few IC months?
I can see Talon stealing what she can off of the guards, keeping things like weapons and other object that would help Jedi’s skills, as she continues to plot an escape route. The main person the girl would be addressing and possibly arguing with would be Nazca. After an x amount of days she would spring into action, attempting to get as many followers out with informations that was collected, then pass that onto one of them and play distraction for the Sith.
Does your character have any secrets useful for the GMs’ plots?
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