Paingodsson

Just Another Hero [Invite-Only]

Earlier that day

"Yes, as you can see my son is going to rise up in the ranks of Eirei Academy easily, and he will soon be able to handle his very own Hero business!" his father said as he pointed toward Chin who simply stood there and bowed to the men in suits across the table from him. His father would put his hand on the table a ring with the Kanji: 弾 on his right hand's ring finger would make the sound of metal tapping against wood.

"I promise you, you don't want to miss this, you don't want to lose out to a competitor and be sitting there and saying to yourself "We could have had Heartbeat the next great hero!" The men across from them would speak to each other for a moment before one of them smiled and stood up.

"Mr.Akatsuki we like your pitch and your son's quirk is quite interesting. His scores aren't bad either... We will agree with a small investment in order to save our place. We would like to See how your son does at the Academy before making any decisions. Now Eirei Academy usually doesn't fully display the lives of their students... so we should expect a consistent progress report from you, eh? Heartbeat?"

Chin smiled and nodded before bowing. "I will do my best to keep my father up to date on my current academic advances as well as my hero journey."

"That's good enough for us!" The men and Chin's dad would shake hands as they laughed about something,

Chin wasn't paying attention he was bored out of his mind. He looked out the window at some trees as he thought about his home and all the friends he left behind. "It'll be just fine son, this is the perfect opportunity to make a name for our family." his dad had said to him.

Little did Chin know at that time that his dad would be showing him off almost like a prize pig to businessmen and different toy stores all trying to make him the next big thing. It was a lot of pressure, but that wasn't the reason Chin wanted to go through with it.

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Current time, Eirei Polytechnic Academy

Chin stood in front of the massive buildings with his stuff in his hands. His father had helped him unpack and was on the phone with another person who Chin wasn't sure if his dad wanted this company to make a cereal in his name or a drink. Regardless he was focused on making sure that he was able to change this world. Someone had to be the voice of reason, the voice of justice in this chaotic world. He had really enjoyed his time if there was anything that Best Jeanist had taught him was that a proactive hero was one who expected the danger before it even happened.

"This isn't the first time you've dropped me off at school father. Remember Shiketsu?"

His father would grin as he looked at his ring. "Ah yes. We will talk later!" He said into his phone before looking at Chin and smiling. "Of course I remember my boy. Just like I remember how well you developed and how great you became there. But what we are wanting here, is to show everyone, from UA, to Shiketsu to any other business that has turned you down that you are the next great hero! You are going to save lives son, and you are going to change this world. BUT it won't happen if you don't have an image! You could do more with talking a bit more son!"

"Apologies father, I will be sure to do my best to talk more and make friends while I am here." he said as his father nodded.

His father would put down the last of his bags as Chin picked it up and threw it over his shoulder. "I know you will son, make me proud and we will make the Akastuki name famous throughout the world. We may even become the next Dynasty! But all that will come with time, for now learn, and become the greatest. Remember, discipline and training make the gifted...." his dad paused as Chin smiled gently and spoke.

"Discipline and training make the gifted suffer, but if gifted already you become the better" Chin said as his dad patted him on his back.

"That's my boy! Now go do your best! Which is to say, go and become the best!" his father said before he began walking away. "I will call you later son!"

Chin would bow to his father and speak "Good bye father, I love you." He would say before quietly picking his things up and moving. As he began to move anyone close by would notice he almost didn't make any sound as he walked and each step was like him gliding over the land. He moved slightly strangely, in a way that had him moving just barely side to side as he walked. Well here we go. Eirei Polytechnic Academy, what do you have in store? he thought to himself.

Just Another Hero [Invite-Only]

ɴᴀᴍᴇ
Chinmoku Akatsuki

ᴀʟɪᴀꜱ
The Sound Hero
Heartbeat

ʟɪꜰᴇᴛɪᴍᴇ
03-17-2108 · Age 19

ꜱᴛᴀɢᴇᴘʟᴀʏ
Chinmoku Akatsuki, known as Chin to his friends, is a bit of an oddball. He is outgoing and loves to be around people, and while he is a naturally loud person; he tends to observe first before engaging in group conversations. Chin carefully watches how people act and respond before joining the conversation himself. He usually prefers to listen and think before speaking rather than acting impulsively. While he prides himself on being honest, he can sometimes be overly blunt, speaking his mind without considering other people's feelings.

Born to a successful businessman who was often not home, Chin grew up in a strict household. His mom was consistently the driving force behind trying to get him to think before he acted at a young age. However, he was bullheaded and would often act without thinking. One day, he and a friend decided to mess with someone they thought was a strange man in an alleyway. This led to a dangerous situation where they both ended up hospitalized. With his mother's words echoing in his head, he made his first thoughtful decision and resolved to become a hero. He decided that it would be him who protected others like that Hero protected him and his friend. He wanted to protect his friend that day but failed and that failure will forever be in his memory.

Academically Chin does well for himself having always found the academics of school easy. If only he could remember to turn things in on time he would probably have a great grade. But often getting carried away doing other more interesting things makes him forget about the things he is supposed to be doing.

Despite academically not being as disciplined as he could be, he has spent most of his life training to protect himself using Martial Arts. This was a request by his father who figured that one day he would need it to defend the family and the familial name.

His Father is happy the path that Chin chose, however is wary as he feels that Chin may emberass the family if he ever makes a large mistake like other heroes have which have brought them down as a fall from Grace. But with the development of his quirk his father looks to profit off of his success and use it to catapult Chin into stardom.


ᴀʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇꜱ
Martial Arts
Speaking (Though an observer first in group settings he has great charisma and knows how to put together a great speech)
Gardening
Computer Systems
Cooking

ꜱᴜᴘᴘᴏʀᴛᴇᴍ
A sound-insulated gun that directs different levels of noise in one direction.

On his feet, he has a device that pushes the sound of drums beneath his feet that he can use to hover using his quirk.

Qᴜɪʀᴋ
Sound Manipulation – Emulation [Awakened]
Can use sound (within range) and turn it into a physical Shockwave. This is often paired with his Martial arts causing his hand to hand combat to be extremely dangerous, but his ranged combat to be rather unpredictable.[Current Range-1 meter]

Can Silence an area of all sound [Current range - 20 feet]

Can manipulate and increase the volume of sound within Range. [Current Range- 1 Meter]

Moves:
The shockwave: Think of a shockwave from a bomb, at the point of impact it's direct and small. The further it goes out the more widespread it gets and while it still can be dangerous it's not concentrated enough to do frightening amounts of damage, without just letting loose and destroying everything around him. This requires him to use Supportems for any ranged combat. He has no control of the shockwave once it's emitted.


Banshee Screech [in case of emergency only]
This move is his most devastating move. He increases the volume of his voice to high decibels and a massive shockwave comes out of his mouth unleashing itself on anything that is in front of him. This, however, has the issue of causing a lot of 'friendly fire' from the decibels of his screech to if someone is in front of him he doesn't want to get hurt.

Six King Fist: A devastating attack where he punches the person in the and chest unleashing a loud shockwave at the same time to try and knock them out.

Just Another Hero [Invite-Only]

ɴᴀᴍᴇ
Chinmoku Akatsuki

ᴀʟɪᴀꜱ
The Sound Hero
Heartbeat

ʟɪꜰᴇᴛɪᴍᴇ
03-17-2108 · Age 19

ꜱᴛᴀɢᴇᴘʟᴀʏ
Chinmoku Akatsuki, known as Chin to his friends, is a bit of an oddball. He is outgoing and loves to be around people, and while he is a naturally loud person; he tends to observe first before engaging in group conversations. Chin carefully watches how people act and respond before joining the conversation himself. He usually prefers to listen and think before speaking rather than acting impulsively. While he prides himself on being honest, he can sometimes be overly blunt, speaking his mind without considering other people's feelings.

Born to a successful businessman who was often not home, Chin grew up in a strict household. His mom was consistently the driving force behind trying to get him to think before he acted at a young age. However, he was bullheaded and would often act without thinking. One day, he and a friend decided to mess with someone they thought was a strange man in an alleyway. This led to a dangerous situation where they both ended up hospitalized. With his mother's words echoing in his head, he made his first thoughtful decision and resolved to become a hero. He decided that it would be him who protected others like that Hero protected him and his friend. He wanted to protect his friend that day but failed and that failure will forever be in his memory.

Academically Chin does well for himself having always found the academics of school easy. If only he could remember to turn things in on time he would probably have a great grade. But often getting carried away doing other more interesting things makes him forget about the things he is supposed to be doing.

Despite academically not being as disciplined as he could be, he has spent most of his life training to protect himself using Martial Arts. This was a request by his father who figured that one day he would need it to defend the family and the familial name.

His Father is happy the path that Chin chose, however is wary as he feels that Chin may emberass the family if he ever makes a large mistake like other heroes have which have brought them down as a fall from Grace. But with the development of his quirk his father looks to profit off of his success and use it to catapult Chin into stardom.

ᴀʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇꜱ
Martial Arts
Speaking (Though an observer first in group settings he has great charisma and knows how to put together a great speech)
Gardening
Computer Systems
Cooking
ꜱᴜᴘᴘᴏʀᴛᴇᴍ
A sound-insulated gun that directs different levels of noise in one direction.

On his feet, he has a device that pushes the sound of drums beneath his feet that he can use to hover using his quirk.

Qᴜɪʀᴋ
Sound Manipulation – Emulation [Awakened]
Can use sound (within range) and turn it into a physical Shockwave. This is often paired with his Martial arts causing his hand to hand combat to be extremely dangerous, but his ranged combat to be rather unpredictable.[Current Range-1 meter]

Can Silence an area of all sound [Current range - 20 feet]

Can manipulate and increase the volume of sound within Range. [Current Range- 1 Meter]

Moves:
The shockwave: Think of a shockwave from a bomb, at the point of impact it's direct and small. The further it goes out the more widespread it gets and while it still can be dangerous it's not concentrated enough to do frightening amounts of damage, without just letting loose and destroying everything around him. This requires him to use Supportems for any ranged combat. He has no control of the shockwave once it's emitted.


Banshee Screech [in case of emergency only]
This move is his most devastating move. He increases the volume of his voice to high decibels and a massive shockwave comes out of his mouth unleashing itself on anything that is in front of him. This, however, has the issue of causing a lot of 'friendly fire' from the decibels of his screech to if someone is in front of him he doesn't want to get hurt.

Six King Fist: A devastating attack where he punches the person in the and chest unleashing a loud shockwave at the same time to try and knock them out.

Star Wars Chapter 0: KNIGHTFALL

Cel O` Royal

Keldabe Mandalore
1 mile from the Mandalore Tower
@apollosarcher

Cel looked up when she saw out of the corner of her eye someone vaulting over the fleeing mob. A new person, she had to make a quick decision about who this person was and what chaos she may bring into this. Her eyes scanned her as she caught the Mandalorian slowly getting up, her eyes watched the woman's hand hover over her side, and in a faint moment, she saw it as the woman landed. A lightsaber, that means this is.... a Jedi, at least there was an 80% chance of it with the way she moved.

The people around her were backing up and began to try and run from the situation they had just caused as they saw the Mandalorian fully standing up. It was no use the Mandalorian put his hand to the side of his helmet as if to signal he was talking to someone and within a moment the only exit for these thugs was cut off by death watch members with blasters fully drawn. Damn it all, it's probably more than likely a 95% chance because no one else would be stupid enough to get involved in death watch business Cel thought to herself before she took the woman's hand.

She had just played a dangerous game, a game of chance, but it was her best chance and it looked like it had paid off. The Mandalorian who was shot down walked slowly and without a word, before he nodded to Cel and walked past her. Cel would look back as she made sure this lady couldn't see her as the man who fired a blaster bolt was trying to plead his case pointing at Cel. Cel would give him a wink before turning back to the woman who saved her. "Thank you so much miss, I really can't say how much you've helped me here" "I had it handled but this just gives me a good reason to get out of here.

Cel would follow her out of the Alleyway before dusting herself off. "So sorry about that miss, thank you for helping me there. I wasn't sure if I was going to make it there, I sure got lucky that that Death Watch guy was flying over the second he missed his shot!" She smiled as she scratched the back of her head.

"Oh you wanted me to fill out a form! she'd say as she pulled out of her bag a small organizer and pulled out a folder labeled 'Form 35-B' "Okay, you wanted me to fill out the form for a public incident? What about the one for the injury of a Mandalorian, I also have form 876-I9 but if you want me to fill out the form for you and me, and the incident, we will have to go back to the tower to get ahold of the form 752-9DL, as I am all out of that form." She smiled at the woman before making a small gasp and straightening out of her red dress, "I'm so sorry, I never introduced myself. I am Cel O'Royal. Supervisor, and next head of transportation here on Keldabe." She would stick her hand out hoping for a handshake as her brain went a thousand miles a minute.

I could also fill out form 45W but that form is way too easy, besides, most Jedi are not brave enough for politics. Her eyes went up and down Varina analyzing her each way that she could, from how she walked to the ease of movement of her feet.

Star Wars Chapter 0: KNIGHTFALL

Cel O` Royal

Cel continued to walk down the road as she sang to herself and dodged person after person who was walking the other way until she stopped taking out the listening devices in her ear and her eyes widened. She was looking in a store and there was a beautiful red dress with a slight slit up the side of the leg. She quickly turned around and walked into the store. She was walking up to the person at the counter.

"Yes, I need to know how much that dress in the window is, and do you have any in my size?

The man at the counter spoke some form of native Mandalorian. Cel would nod before raising an eyebrow. "Founding day be damned, 6000 credits is insane for a dress..... fine... I'll take it."

Cel would walk out of that store a few hours later this time in a red dress that went down to just past her knees and a small slit up the side of it as she continued back towards the center of town. As she walked she decided to walk through a back alley, a path she knew was a shortcut and there would surely be fewer people. She would continue humming as she walked gingerly past a few guys who seemed to catch her walking by and eyed her up and down. " Both human, chances of being a threat, 30% based on looks and their sneers she thought to herself as she continued to move. It only was a few more steps before she heard a whistle in front of her as two Zabraks and a rather large Besalisk stood in front of her. It took not even a second to glance at them 90% chance of danger her head shouted. She didn't even talk to them or stare at them for more than a fraction of a second before she turned around only to see the other two humans blocking her way. "No, the odds were in my favor!" she grumbled as one of the humans gave her a strange look like he didn't understand what she was talking about.

"Listen, lady, the odds are still in your favor. We are just here for your protection! It's just gonna cost everything on you for us to let you through, you never know what's gonna happen here on Mandalore. Lots of imperials around, after all, I'm sure one of them may just try to mug you. Better we keep your stuff for safekeeping." said one of the Zabraks

"You can take your protection and shove it up your ass you should know that founding day is like the worse day to even try and commit a crime." Cel would say as her head ran through the numbers and she nodded confirming that it was in fact true. About 75% of crime ended in some type of death on founding day. Probably because the mix of different jurisdictions and people made for the worst combinations.

"Oh man." the Besalisk said. "Biff are you going to just take that? I mean we are trying to do her a favor."

"Right you are Trex" He would slowly walk up to Cel. Cel's eyes darted above and all over the place as she was calculating the best move to make to get out of this. She could feel her heart racing, she knew there was one way out but that was no guarantee either. She watched as the Zabrak pulled out a gun and smiled at her. "That's okay though, because she looks like she's pretty loaded, so it should be pretty obvious, your things, or your life." Cel bit her lip and her hands began to feel a bit clammy. She wished it was that simple, but chances were that if she saw their faces they weren't going to let her live, although if that was the case they could have just shot her already. Her brain was moving a thousand miles a minute at this point as she was trying to figure out the different odds the Zabrax looked at her confused as she wasn't responding. "HEY! I'm talking to you!" he yelled at her, "Do you want to die!?" he started to obviously get agitated.

She looked up at him for a moment, she seemed to lose her own temper as her eyes narrowed, "Listen, you filthy little man. I find it remarkable that you persist in entertaining the idea of deploying that firearm against me while seemingly disregarding the profoundly abysmal probability of your success, estimated at a mere 40%. I implore you to reconsider your ill-fated course of action, lest we both suffer irreparable consequences. It would be prudent for us to terminate this utterly futile engagement so that we may proceed on divergent paths, embracing tranquility rather than perpetuating this needless altercation." in her head she was certain she was right as the man seemed to look at her almost confused.

"Boss, let's get going, best not to draw too much attention!" Trex said

"Yeah I don't know what this lady just said, but just shoot her!" one of the humans responded.

"Yeah, listen here bitch this is your last chance." He pushed the barrel of the blaster now against her head. "Now make a choice I'll give you to the count of 5 before I blow your fucking brains out!"

"I am Cel O` Royal! One of the supervisors of the Mandalorian transportation department! And YOU- "

"I don't care who you are!" He would smack her face with the side of the blaster as she stumbled into the wall. "5!" he said as he pushed the blaster once again against her forehead.

Her hand reached for her vibro-blade for a moment as she heard, "4!" She stopped though, her head had solved the equation, there was an extra variable that she was missing. Her eyes shot up to the sky as she heard the man yell. "3!" It was at this moment that she seemed to have realized he was actually counting. Her eyes finally showed like she caught up to the situation. "2!" the man yelled out and she made her move as she screamed out loud. Loud enough that it made multiple people stop on either end of the alleyway as she ducked and pushed his hand above her head in a mere second as the man fired a blaster in the air, it was loud enough that people were screaming and now even more people were looking in the alleyway as Cel was screaming. And by chance, there was a thud as everyone stopped and turned on one of the streets to see that a Death Watch member had been shot from the back and had fallen onto the street. Everyone went quiet as Trex looked around, "Oh shit! That's not good, that's not good, that's not good!"

Biff looked at what just happened, "No... I didn't it was... her... she pushed my... I wouldn't... Oh no." He'd say with fear in his voice.

Star Wars Chapter 0: KNIGHTFALL

Cel O` Royal

Keldabe City, Mandalore
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Cel had been sitting awhile, reading away at her book and taking time to contemplate things when she looked up as the loud music began to rise and even bellow over the ships racing above. "By all that is good in this world, I can't tell you how much I am annoyed by the Mandalorian way of doing things constantly, but... they know how to throw one hell of a party." She'd stand up and close her book and put it in her bag before she started to walk away. Then she'd hear a familiar voice.

"Cel! Cel! Thank goodness you are here."

Cel turned around to see a female Twi`lek who came running up with a clipboard in hand. "Cel, we need your help, your supervisor has disappeared and we need you to check out the numbers and possibilities of the party before it gets out of control!" the Twi`lek yelled trying to get louder than the music.

Her name was Cesal, she was a brown Twi`lek and was relatively new to the bureaucratic system. "Listen, Cesal... I am technically off to-"

"Cel, none of us are ever truly off, now if you don't look at these then who knows what will happen or who will be upset, or who is gonna wind up without a seat!"

"Cesal... if someone winds up without a seat, just get them one." Cel would say a slight bit annoyed by the fact that she was interrupted. But the way Cesal was looking at her made her realize she was Cesal's only hope in this case.

Cel sighed as she took the clipboard. "Thank you so much Cel, I appreciate it and owe you one!"

Cel scanned over the page her brain doing hundreds of calculations in her head, only to be consistently interrupted by the music and people shouting. Cel rolled her eyes as she kept looking over the different numbers. "Your food numbers are insanely low for the main city, you are going to need to do an emergency transport of food from the outer cities or colonies. At this rate you'll run out of food before the party is even over. You didn't think about all the extra diplomats and imperials did you?"

"I'm so sorry, I figured not many imperials would want to come to something on Mandalore, I just figured it'd be a few random diplomats."

"It's fine, Shuror always keeps a small supply of food on hand that should be enough for the transport ships to come and bring you more. You will just have to pay them extra to be able to take it off of their hands." Cel grabbed a pen from her bag and began signing different files. "You'll need to expedite this so you'll want to run form 67-J2 and 34-FT otherwise you'll get bogged down.... or just send someone to go get it, this is Mandalore, and most people just get to do whatever they want, also with this big of a celebration, no one is gonna turn you down in your time of need.... or they do and then you just get a Mandalorian to accompany you."

"Man, how could you do that without a computer or cybernetic enhancements? You're like a human calculator! No... a human computer!" There was a tad bit of jealousy in her voice as she spoke as well but Cel didn't seem to notice.

Cel would blush as she handed the clipboard back. "Not quite, more just like an eidetic memory but the math comes easy you just have to-" Once again Cel was interrupted.

"Yeah, thanks Cel! I appreciate you signing off on it as well! Bye!" The Twi`lek yelled as she walked away. At that moment the music had a slight rest note and Cel could hear her say under her breath. "If only that bitch wasn't a supervisor."

Cel frowned as she spoke softly to herself. "Noted" Cel turned away and began walking to the center of the city again, this time in hopes of finding something to do. She chuckled to herself as she continued to walk away from the tower. "While this city seems like it's chaotic, at least it's always safe." She looked up trying to spot a member of the Death Watch... anywhere that they could be. She shrugged and began to sing quietly to herself as she put some headphones in her ears to try and drown out the music "I bring a light so bright to illuminate the world" she sang quietly to herself as she continued her stroll.

Star Wars Chapter 0: KNIGHTFALL

Cel stood there watching everyone walk in and depart from her. She didn't quite mind as she turned to Rask as he spoke. She gave him a smile as he said goodbye and she waved at him. "See ya around, space cowboy" she would say teasingly as she watched him walk away. That was strange, that wasn't just strange that was a little fun. I haven't had that much fun since I was in Chandrilla. She watched Rask walk away as the door slowly closed behind her. She had no interest or need to go into the Mandalore Tower, she had just brought everyone here in hope that they'd bring about a bit of excitement in her life, something to make her feel more alive.

Don't be so shocked Cel, of course they just all left you. You merely were a person for them to get what and where they wanted. Everyone leaves, this isn't new. She began to walk again, this time almost absent mindedly. After walking down the streets of Mandalore, she noticed a window to a messy apartment where two children were throwing clothes at each other while their parent laughed. She seemed to start to space out for a moment as she wasn't focused on the kids but rather the clothes everywhere.

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20 years ago

"CLEAN IT UP! CLEAN IT UP! YOU FILTHY LITTLE BRAT!"

Cel stood I the middle of her room as her nanny, Esmeralda stood at the door screaming at her. She had just been playing with her dolls and hadn't cleaned her room like she was supposed to... by 10 am exactly. Esmeralda stormed into the room as Cel was grabbed by her hair and shoved against the post of her big luxurious bed. "I promise you if you don't clean it up, I will burn everything you have. Then I'll tell your dad that you did it, and guess what? He will believe me! Filthy, filthy child." She would slam young Cel's head against the post, the already tearing up child now was in a full-out sob as her head was hurting. "Stop your crying, you don't know hardship, you don't know a reason to cry," Esmeralda said as she threw Cel to the ground by her hair. Cel would hit the carpeted ground with a thud as she continued to sob uncontrollably but slowly started picking up her things, her room was by no means a mess. In fact, it just looked like a kid's room, with a few toys here and there. A couple of dirty clothes on the ground and maybe the occasional clean clothes folded and put in the wrong area.

"Good, now you clean you dirty rotten brat and hear me when I say this. I know your type, growing up rich and without worry. You just leave everywhere else a mess for others to deal with. Just know that at the end of the day you deserve this. And you'll deserve it when everyone leaves you and you find yourself all alone. And you'll have nothing other than your absolute filth to blame"

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Current day Mandalore

Cel realized she had been staring into this apartment for some time when the mom walked over to the curtains staring a death glare at Cel and closed the blinds. Be more careful, you are on Mandalore, it wouldn't be insane to think that anyone could be armed and ready to fire and kill you. She sighed as she continued to walk as she slowly went back into her thoughts.

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10 years ago, Coruscant
Cel quickly ran up the flights of stairs as she had just heard the news about what happened. She swung open a door to see her friend, a trandoshan, packing a bag. "Claire, I'm so happy for you!! It's your dream job, right?! A junior diplomat for Corellia! " Cel ran over and gave her a hug and her friend hugged her back. "Cel, I'm so happy and excited, I leave literally tonight!"

"Tonight?! But that's so soon!

"Yes, but Cel, listen, when I become a full-fledged diplomat I will finally get to travel the universe going to all the awesome and unique planets that are out there. Meeting so many people! It's going to be a blast!" Claire hugged Cel back tightly before looking at the ground. "But, I hear the training program is pretty intense. It's three weeks without contact with anyone outside of the class."

"That's okay Claire! Let's go out and paint the town then!"

"Cel, I don't think we can, especially with The Night Stalker still at large"

Cel frowned, she had forgotten about that. She had forgotten that there was someone going around and preying on people late at night, it made her sick to her stomach just hiking about it. "Listen, we will stay in, watch a movie and then how about you take me to the jump station tomorrow morning, and when I get to Corellia I'll let you know!"
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Current day, Mandalore
Claire had definitely made it to the jump station but she never did call, or call back. In fact, the one time she finally got a hold of Claire, Claire had told her to leave her alone and let go of the past. "They always leave.

Cel began to think about the last time she saw Claire, and Claire acted like she hardly even knew her. She began to wring her hands a little as she thought about it.

Cel continued to walk now as she found herself going in a circle, not really sure where to go. She seemed to look down at her hands as she looked at how smooth they looked. She thought about how hard it was at times to keep them looking that smooth and keep herself sane.
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17 Years ago Eschann
"Oh you think you are so smart, don't you? Then tell me how do you plan to fix this?" Esmerelda would hold up a broken tiny droid that seemed to be powered down. Cel walked over and looked at it. "Oh... Its operating capacitor is just low if you take a screwdriver and direct energy from its ability to speak to it's operating system, it should be able to work and then you can take it to a repair shop! She smiled as she began to walk away.

"You think your so smart don't you, did you c-"

"Yes Esmerelda, I cleaned my room, washed the dishes, watered the flowers and mopped the floor all before 10. My homework is completely finished and has been notated and turned in, I have waxed the floors and bleached the bathroom as well as re-painted the outside wall. All before 2pm as you requested." She turned back away with a grin, she had finally gotten one over on her.

"You think you are so smart don't you, you brat?" Esmeralda said as she crossed her arms. Cel would turn around feeling a little brave.

"Permit me to assert that I possess an exceptional level of intellectual acuity, surpassing mere intelligence, thereby prompting your apparent misconception, for it seems that the profound disparity in our cognitive capacities eludes your comprehension."
Esmeralda looked at her confused as she spoke "What?" she said.

"Oh let me simplify, I said: Smart? No, I think I'm brilliant, you just think I'm smart because you can't grasp the gap in our intellect." Cel turned back around defiant and feeling like she had just taken down a giant.

"YOU BRAT!" Esmeralda yelled as she stood there not sure what to do. She looked around and grabbed the pan of heating water, she was going to boil the water to make some tea. The water had yet to start boiling but was already steaming and obviously hot. She walked briskly and grabbed Cel by the hair and threw her on the ground. "You want to insult me?!"

"I didn't do anything wrong, I did everything you asked before you even expected me to finish it! Cel said looking at the ground before looking up to see the pan in Esmeralda's hand and her eyes widened. Her head screaming at her she was in danger. As she got up to run Esmaralda grabbed her again this time by her throat. Cel brought a fist back before Esmerlada started yelling.

"Remember what happened last time you fought back! Remember how your father believed me and not you?! Remember how you left a mark and I never do!?" Cel stopped and lowered her fist in defeat as she was shoved against a cabinet. Esmaralda set the pan down and grabbed a hanging mug nearby that was hanging from a hook next to the cabinet and dipped it into the pan before pushing the hot water at the lips of Cel. "You want to talk back, you want to rebel! I'll teach you really quickly why you don't talk back to me!"
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Modern Day, Mandalore
Cel grabbed at her throat as she made a frustrated face. She was so happy to be out of that position and out of that abuse. She thought about how wonderful the day was that Esmaralda got what was coming to her. She smiled to herself as she continued to walk, her life hasn't been all bad though. She has made quite a few friends between the planets that she's worked and now she's working ON Mandalore. Certainly it was a dream for many bureaucrats. She walked back up to the tower, she had gone in a full circle and sat on a bench nearby. Giving a soft smile to a mother and her daughter as they walked by.

She remembered what her dad said "Everyone deserves a second chance, if you can pull someone out of a bad position you should." She smiled, she missed her dad as she looked up and thought about how he ought to be proud of her if he was still alive. "What a journey, I shouldn't act like I'm alone. After all, I often get tired of being around people too much. They just don't usually get me or understand me... that space cowboy though, he read me pretty well. I should keep an eye on that and be careful. She would think about it for a moment and chuckle to herself.

Well if I do see him again, I hope he's not so hard on himself, after all, he seemed nice, and so did the Tuskens oddly enough... and the imperial, it's odd, I almost feel like I miss them. I wonder if we will ever get to see each other again. She shrugged and pulled out her book, she looked at it and once more began reading. But there was a hope inside of her that someone, anyone, that was interesting would interrupt her.

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Cel would take in the bright day as she looked around and heard the scream of engines above as more ships raced through the sky. She looked at the two tuskens that Rask pointed out, a tilted head as she watched them. What in the world could tuskens be doing on mandalore? They are far from their home of Tattooine.

Cel would grab her book out of habit and hold it in her hand as if it were her shield to the rest of the world. She began reading from it again for just a moment until she heard Rask speak to her. "Well, I'll do my best to help you find him. Also, remember trouble doesn't find me, I just watch as t-" she was cut off as a crash, a blaster, from behind her, it was enough to make her jump and scream as she jumped behind the Marshal as she grabbed onto his arms. You knew fighting was going on, why would you have stuck here in this place?! That's ridiculous, sloppy, and dumb, imperfect and needs work.

She turned around to look at the imperial talking to them once her brain caught up with analyzing the danger of herself. And you screamed, how pathetic. she thought to herself. Cel finally chimed into the conversation going on her eyes moving to the Imperial sticking his hand out. Her eyes moved up and down as she analyzed him. Less than 5% chance of hostility, I should be okay. She placed her hand into his and shook it gently. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Vice Admiral. The name is Cel. I work with the Department of Transportation, I am sure I can help you. I've already memorized all but 33% of the streets in all of Mandalore and their crossing sections, and 98% of all streets and crossing sections here on Keldabe. So I'm sure wherever you want to go I can assist with." She released his hand as she took a step back to stand next to Rask, You really do come in handy Marshal, it is much easier for me to remain calm when I have someone so tall next to me, gives me a solid amount of time to analyze and determine before I have to act. At least they usually react and interact with him first, he is the more imposing person. Maybe... he's worth keeping around a bit. He was decently quick on the draw, given the frustration on his face shows he was not happy with himself. Refocus Cel! This imperial wants your help, this is a perfect chance. She would stand there giving an innocent smile as she held her book in her hand and slowly put it away as to try and show that she was focused on the conversation at hand.

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Cel O' Royal

Keldabe, Mandalore
Cel walked graciously down the road while eating a piece of Uj'alayi in one of her hands, while in the other she held a book written in Omwatese. If anyone was able to read it themselves, they'd see that it was titled ' Physics and Black Holes: How can hyperdrives help us understand black holes. A response to "Hyperdrives and Blackholes" ' She would easily move back and forth dodging different beings of different sizes without even looking up. She seemed to be totally entranced until she heard the screaming of the starfighters above her. That was enough to sort of startle her and look up for a moment before she took a deep breath and a huff before she started walking.

She would sort of grumble slightly to herself about 'improper use of flying lanes, and how this place is going to make her drink herself to death with the lack of bureaucracy' She had to be here now as it was the best place for a job in the area that she could get. She worked herself out of a job in Eshan, then Coruscant had too many... bad memories, and then of course Chandrilla had a different set of issues. Which was new to her, she never had another diplomat be such a hassle to deal with. For people who are supposed to be pacifists, they really could play hardball when it comes to the bureaucratic side of things. She seemingly dodged a Mandalorian who she could feel his gaze upon her as she spun around him. She ignored it though, there was no point in opening dialogue with anyone at the moment. It would waste her time. Besides, the book she was reading was very interesting.

"Happy Founding day!" A human man said as Cel approached him on the side street. She simply smiled at him and kept walking. "Hey!" The man said as he started to walk next to her, "Do you want to grab a drink?" he asked.

"No thank you, I'm not interested. She would say looking up from her book to give him another smile.

"Oh come now, maybe just a quick bite or drink everyone's partying and your reading a book."

"That would be a correct observation." Cel would say as she finally finished her Uj'alayi. She smiled as she now had a second hand free to read her book.

"Look, you just finished your Uj'alayi, let me get you another at least."

Cel stopped obviously annoyed at this man by this point. She could feel the blood rushing to her ears, and her hands. She could hear her heart beating in her ears as well. Her eyes darted up and down the man's body for just a moment. Before sighing. "Fine...

"Awesome! Come this way I know exactly the place! It's a vendor not far from here!"

"Yes, of course. Now I just need to make sure you aren't a criminal of course. Do you have form 58J-2 and form CV-29 to prove that you got here appropriately and have nothing from off-planet that got held up in customs or got through customs? Of course, you'll also need form 38-21X which will tell me that you aren't using this as a work expense, so I know you are actually taking time to spend with me." She'd give him an innocent smile as she kept a thumb in her book as she closed it and gently put her hands behind her back. Her smile was wide and closed, her eyes lifted up as she smiled as well and closed for a moment before they reopened showing her blue eyes.

"Uh...Uh... I think I forgot something and need to go." the man said before walking away.

"Heh, fool, all those forms are so out of date that they probably nearly pre-date space travel." she'd say to herself before beginning to read and walk again. She finally got to the place that was suggested to her by a Gammorian. She raised her eyebrows as she thought about her encounter with the Gammorian, "I'm surprised they allowed Gammorians here, though. I guess they allow the Corellians too... so that's kind of one in the same." She would laugh at her poor taste in jokes and the horrible joke that it was.

Upon entering L4's place, she would confidently make her way to the back of the circular bar, ignoring any stares. The place smelled horribly, it was dirty and caused her to wrinkle her brow for a moment after entering.

"What can I get for you." A droid asked her as she looked up and gave another smile.

"Yeah, can I get Cheedoan whiskey?" She'd ask kindly as a glass was put in front of her with ice cubes as the droid poured a whiskey into it. She sort of looked at the glass and the countertop before taking out a cloth and wiping down the glass before sipping it down.

It didn't take long for another person of note to walk in, a human. Scruffy, approximately in his 40's but very tall. In fact well over a foot taller than herself. Cel would simply shrug and continue to read before she brought out a notepad from her satchel and began to write notes from her book.

A few minutes later she heard blaster fire as her eyes widened and she looked up for a moment, the tall man and the bartender had just shot at one another, and the human had drawn faster. Her eyes examined the room taking into detail each and every face, as she determined if they'd stick around and be a threat or if this was a one-time thing. Of course in Mandalore shootings happened all the time. But it still paid to make sure you knew who seemed excited versus who was outright terrified. She watched carefully watching each person's movements and determining what they may or may not do next.

It took a moment but it appeared most of the crowd had left after the. It was then Cel realized, "Oh there was music, I couldn't even tell." She'd chuckle to herself before going back to her book.

She assumed that the tall man did not mean to harm anyone else from his demeanor and discussion with the clone. It only took a moment for her to go back to reading and writing again before pulling out a form and started to write furiously in it.

She moved her empty glass forward again showing that she wanted more to drink. She sighed as she finished the form, in case anyone had questions she would have the correct form to hand them. She went back to reading again as a man sat next to her.

"So... Tell me, pretty, what are you reading? What got you writing so-"

"I am not interested, I'm here to drink because of the lack of control in this world, and you smell... Sorry, I don't like dirty things." she paused as she looked at the place and seemed slightly disgusted by it but shook her head. It's nothing you can control, know the things you can and can't control, don't panic, this isn't a place for you to be upset about cleanliness. Not in a random bar you've never been to. "I'm sorry, that was very rude of me." She said sounding very sincere

"Oh that's alright sweetie I know you're only jumpy because you aren't sure of being in such a mean place like this." He would put his hand on her back as she seemed to twitch at the touch.

"Just know that I can keep you company and protected." The man would say as his hand slowly started to move down.

Cel would cough before taking a deep breath. "I am inclined towards maintaining a cordial and compassionate demeanor, and hence, it would be quite favorable if I am not compelled to fill yet another form. Therefore, I propose a proposition. You may occupy a seat at a fair distance from me, while I proceed to carry out my activities. Additionally, I shall even extend a friendly gesture of farewell to you when it is time to depart. However, I must emphasize that I do not require any form of security, company, or assistance. It is of utmost importance to me that you maintain a considerable distance from me." She would say calmly as she moved his hand away. "I understand that you may be too inebriated to understand me, so I'll say it like this. Leave me alone. Or I'll scream."

The man looked around realizing that a couple of the other patrons had noticed that something was going on. He would cough and slowly stand up and walk away from her as she turned back around to see if there was anything poured into her glass before going back to her book still ignoring the stares of others and the regulars.

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Cel O`Royal

Cel O`Royal

| Name |

Cel O`Royal

| Age |

29

| Species |

Human

| {Gender} |

Female

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| {Force Sensitive/Alignment} |

No

| {Appearance} |

Standing at 5'10'' tall and weighs 185lbs. She has a varied wardrobe that changes depending on the day and time, but she is often seen wearing a light blue dress or a slightly tight romper with light blue and white stripes. She always carries a vibro knife on her hip, which is visible no matter where she is. Her nails are usually painted in either light blue or black. She wears red or black lipstick if she ever wears any. She wears a locket around her neck that contains a lock of hair from a loved one, and her earrings are slightly different in size but adorned with diamonds.

| {Equipment and Personal Belongings} |

MK-Modified sniper rifle, a Vibro sword, 2 Vibro knives, 5 Vibro shivs with a helical tip, 5 Canisters of paralytic poison, Tibana gas in a release canister, Snubble blaster pistol

| {Physical Abilities} |

Echani [martial art] From a young age was taught martial arts to help defend herself. "Dad always said that you can't trust anyone and you should always be prepared!"
Gifted intelligence - Books have surrounded her whole life, from school to being tutored by her Bureaucrat father. "Dad always said: Your greatest weapon is your brain, after all, muscles fade, but the brain sticks around."
Mechanic and pilot - Cel has her own ship, not a big one but a Nu-class shuttle. She has learned over the years to take care of it and how to repair it. "Dad said that if you can't fix your own ship, you'll wind up in debt! Oh isn't that true for me now!"
Handy-Woman - Cel has been living on her own for quite some time now. She has had to travel to Coruscant multiple times, which has required her to find unusual ways to repair things. Her intelligence and experience of repairing various objects over time have helped her in this regard. "Dad always told me that if something is broken, then fix it. We have no choice but to make sure we care for the things we want."

| {Force Abilities} |

No force abilities known..

| {Limitations} |

Physical strength - While she knows martial arts and is quite capable of handling herself, she is not the strongest person, not even probably the 10th strongest when it comes to muscle.
Uncharacteristically organized - She doesn't have OCD, and messes don't necessarily bother her, unless they are where she is working, it's hard for her to be able to focus on much else.
Prideful - She loves herself and wants to ensure everyone knows how wonderful she is.
Perfectionist - She prides herself in her plans being perfect and thought through, issues that arise causing her to go off script can really be rage-inducing to her.

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| {Personality} |

Cel is a kind person. A perfectionist at hear and loves to be right. She is obviously a bit self-absorbed but there is always a time and place to brag on oneself. She shows great care for those in need and has even been known to bend a little bureaucratic tape in order to help people who have reached out to her.

She can be a bit strange though, her sense of humor is off sometimes saying things that aren't that funny and laughing about it. But at the same time she likes to laugh at people's jokes and tends to just have a poor and broad sense of humor.

Cel seems to stay calm in most situations, not panicking and not acting rashly. She formulates a plan and enacts it. Very rarely will she ever 'Go with the flow'. While she may even say that she is, truth be told she has come up with at least a bare-bones plan that she is going to follow to try and reach whatever goal she has. She is very driven, which can make her a bit unpredictable at times, if you catch her at the wrong moment, or the wrong time she has a tendency to get very upset, or may even welcome you to join. It all depends on what's going on around her.

| {Place of Origin} |

Cel was born in Eshan, she grew up there with her dad. Her dad worked as a Bureaucrat before she was even born. He raised her with the idea that "Protecting yourself and your desires is the most important thing in almost any line of work. "If you let down your guard in this universe at all, you'll wind up food for something, or a fresh kill for someone." Taking that to heart, she trained in the ways of Echani. She grew up with a pretty wealthy father which helped her be able to afford the best schooling money could buy. This only fed into her already gifted intelligence to where many at her school saw her as a 'genius in the making'.

| {Background} |

Growing up is never easy. Especially when you're the daughter of a bureaucrat who focuses on the financials of different planets. Despite being rich, while her dad was away at a young age, she mainly stayed with her psychotic nanny who emotionally and physically abused her. At one point throwing a Thermapad at her and hitting the back of her head because she had accidentally left the thermapad on after using it. When her dad was home, he would continue to work which caused her to almost be forced to show interest in his work just for him to pay attention to her.

Cel's mother didn't make things too much better when she got home, oftentimes throwing herself into fits of alcoholic rage targeted mainly at Cel. This made home life incredibly rough and Cel would focus hard in school and on her own books, reading whatever she could get her hands on to just try to escape. Additionally, she found the more things she knew the fewer 'mistakes' she made which brought less anger upon her.

This all went on until Cel was about 10 years old when one day she walked into her parents having a massive argument over her mom's drinking. It eventually escalated to the point that the two were nearly throwing things at each other. In anger, her father stormed out of the house while her mother continued to drink. Shouting and flailing and throwing things all about the place. To calm herself her mother decided to take some 'medicine' which had an adverse reaction to the alcohol. This caused her mother to have a seizure in front of Cel. When Cel's father got home he found Cel next to her mom who was on the ground, dead. Her father would try to comfort her as he told her that it wasn't her fault that she went into shock and didn't know what to do.

After that day Cel's life changed drastically, she was more attached to her father than ever, now no longer feigning interest in his work but even helping with it. This was when her father realized that Cel was a borderline genius as she helped develop the financial program that the Eshan needed at the time. The program she helped her father create brought Eshan into a spot of financial prosperity unlike it had seen in decades. Cel's father began sending her to a school specifically for people of Cel's caliber. Cel actually loved this and started to make friends at school. Which also meant she spent less time with her nanny.

At the age of 11, Cel had been demanding that she be allowed to stay home without supervision. Her father was less than happy about allowing such a thing to happen. He was afraid that Cel was still not responsible enough and he worried about losing her. However, in a stroke of luck, 3 days before Cel's birthday he was walking the Nanny back to her speeder when he noticed a black bag inside of it. He had asked what she had in the black bag and opened it to take a peak, wanting to make sure that the nanny hadn't been stealing. But as the Nanny explained she probably had some garbage in it, and the realization of what was inside was worse. It was the family dog, dead and stuffed inside the black bag. Cel's Nanny was fired instantly and Cel's father had to decide what to do. He walked inside and explained what happened to Cel who was devastated, crying uncontrollably for hours at the loss of Sparky. Her dad was unwilling to still let her be alone still. So he came up with a plan, Cel would start spending her after-school time with him at his office, where she would finish her school work and then could spend time with him and help him if she so desired, it was a way he could train her up and teach her how to be a bureaucrat.

As time went on she would not only find herself fitting in at school but also fitting in quite well with her father's colleagues who were all intrigued by this 15-year-old who seemed to have as much knowledge about government as they did. While her father worked in the financial side of things she was seeing a distinct lack and issue with how quickly money was coming in. In fact, she found that the planet's 'main port' would frequently lose money every other month after making a large profit the month before.
In a stroke of luck, and genius she had suggested a plan to one of her father's coworkers, who he began to write up the plan that she was talking about. This cut off some extra workers that weren't needed and allowed for a more streamlined process of doing things. It worked out so well that the DoT asked her if she was interested in taking an unpaid internship. Which she politely declined as she was happy where she was at and not having the responsibility if something went wrong. "After all, if it all goes and fails, I'm not the one that will be blamed for listening to a 15 year old.". she had told her dad's coworker with a mischievous and ornery smile.

School couldn't have been better for her, she was popular, but more than that she was excellent in martial arts class where she was really coming to her own in the martial art of Echani. Additionally, she was excellent in sports and no longer had to spend much time at home by herself. This relaxed her dad, who was still loving that after everything they had gone through, she was still 'Daddy's little girl'. She would love to spend time with him and consistently talk about going on vacations with him and discussing the different options that they had.

While on vacation during the summer Cel and her father had run across someone in another city who had run up to them begging them for help. To her surprise, it was her old nanny, who had seen them and ran up begging them for forgiveness. And to Cel's shock, her dad was willing to help. He didn't just give her money but gave her a reference to a job in the city that she could use to get back on her feet. Cel was livid with her father at this as they argued about it the whole night. It ended like so:

"How are you going to say that everyone deserves another chance after she was the one that did this!?" Cel would turn to show him a scar on the back of her neck from a burn mark from the time that a thermapad was thrown at her. "My dear, I'm so sorry that I didn't believe you back then, and believe me I wish I wasn't so blinded and busy back then. I know she caused you a lot of pain and cost us our precious dog at the time. But there is always a necessity for those who are well off to help give others a second chance, help give others a chance to not spiral further out of control. It's our duty, and the duty to make sure that people don't have a chance to spiral out of control is more important than past transgressions. Does that make sense?" Cel would nod and hug her father, "I'm sorry I got so angry Dad."

As she got older and dealt with heartbreak, a boyfriend wound up falling for a twi`lek and broke up with Cel. In a fit of rage, Cel had gone over to the Twi`lek at school. The Twi`lek thought it'd be smart to punch Cel in the face. The Twi`lek found themself on the ground with her arm twisted behind her back and Cel's other hand pressing her head into the ground. This act of violence was shocking to her father who had reprimanded her after school due to how close she was to graduating and putting it at risk. Her father would be the one to tell her that night that once she graduated they were heading to Coruscant for the summer as a relief effort before she headed off for university.

University was a breeze for her, in fact at this point she was easily solving problems and mathematical equations for doctorate-level programs. Every summer she would go back to Coruscant and help her dad with the relief efforts around the planet, especially with helping in feeding those who had nothing.

After she finally graduated and was awaiting her first job as an official bureaucrat she headed to Coruscant one last time to help her dad. While on Courscant her father worked diligently giving to those in need and helping serve food as well as trying to make sure that reconstruction efforts were all on schedule. They also began to push some ideas that had helped with the efforts of rebuilding the planet. Unfortunately with two days left on Coruscant during a moment when she was feeding the hungry with some of the other relief workers, she couldn't find her father. She looked everywhere and eventually had to call the authorities. After hours of searching, she turned down an alley to see her dad, she ran up to him, on the ground and bleeding out. He had been stabbed by a knife and was unable to move as the knife was still inside of him. She begged him not to die and to just wait as she called for help, but he told her how proud he was of her to be so willing to clean the streets and as she hugged him, he died in her arms.

She was mortified, broken and devastated. She went away into isolation on Eshan for about 3 months after this; as she got her Father's affairs in order. The whole 3 months she seemed to be pouring over her journals and re-reading all the lessons throughout her life that her dad taught her and when she read a journal entry, she noted that he said: "It's our duty, and the duty to make sure that people don't have a chance to spiral out of control is more important than past transgressions." it was at that moment she knew what she had to do. She quickly reapplied for a new position in Coruscant as a new bureaucrat. She continued where her dad left off, for years she helped people there. Even going as far as helping people who want to get off the planet to get off the planet.

A few years later she moved to Chandrilla to help with the complete restructure of their docks and transportation system. For a few years, she worked on Chandrilla, having a few boyfriends at the time and helping make their transportation system one of the best in the system. She has really enjoyed being able to go and work with the people of these different systems. She was even voted 2nd place as Chandrilla's most intelligent being.

Once the job on Chandrilla had ended she decided she would pack up and head to Mandalore, to see what lays there.