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AGE: 64
SPECIES: Human

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• People have heard the tales; Those of the old hermit who had wasted away his middle age sitting in the Jedi archives. The old hermit who had been there when Illum fell to the Sith. The old hermit who had seen first hand the destructive powers of the force, how it can corrupt, and how it can cleanse. He could no longer wield a sword without feeling grief; he is not who he once was.
  While spending his time wasting away in his home, filled with books, and covered with dust, he reminisced on his past. How he was raised on Dantooine. This is where he found his love for knowledge; The books his mother had passed down to him, the knowledge that he had gained from his father, and the wisdom he gained from his master.
  He had trusted the jedi order with his life, he dedicated all of his time to becoming a wise and just wielder of the light side energies. He had no need to be anything more than a knight with an arsenal of books at his disposal. When Illum had fell, he was in the atmosphere above, when their own grandmaster had forsaken them.
  Manjusri felt conflicted. The master he had looked up to his whole life, who had taught him the wonderful ways of the jedi, had been so easily tainted with his own lust for the dark side. Manjusri had from that day on vowed to never be swayed by the dark side of the force.
• Manjusri is an old man in his middle sixties. Donning a traditional jedi robe, he wields a emerald green lightsaber, and a small CZBP-9 Light Blaster Pistol, concealed inside of his cowl.
  
• Cold. Calculating. Just. A few words can almost perfectly sum up Pax. He doesn't have many friends, and follows the Jedi code to a fault. His inability to be trusting of anyone hinders his ability, the only thing he can trust is hard facts and knowledge, and he will leave nothing up to chance. He believes the force dictates everyone's actions, and thinks that with enough belief in the force, anything can be possible.
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Eli Anubis​

OVERVIEW​

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BIOGRAPHICAL INFORMATION

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Homeworld
Born
Faction
Rank
Level
Nar Shadaa
6926 BBY
Hutt Cartel
Bounty Hunter
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Species
Gender
Height
Mass
Hair Color
Eye Color
Human
Male
1.773 m
99.70 kg
Dark Brown
Dark Gold

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All thanks go out to @Zay for letting me use his wonderful idea. Eli Anubis' story begins like many others, born to two parents on the desolate rock of Jakku, his mother leaves him before he even turns 6 months old, leaving him in the care of a dismissive father. When Eli was only 13, he was already fending for scraps he would find in the dirty alleyways of the marketplace just near their shack of a house. He felt comfortable with this life, until he turned 17. His father had left him to go pursue a bounty on some Jedi Exiles on Nar Shadaa, and never returned. Before leaving, his father handed him an ancient talisman passed down from generation to generation, a ring with the head of something he didn't recognize. It had ancient text on the back, and to this day Eli still cannot decipher what it means.

Eli waited for his father, year after year, and he never returned. Finally, on his 19th birthday, Eli had saved up enough credits to get off the dirty rock he loathed so dearly. He bought a working shuttle, just one good enough to get him far away from here, and took off, never to be seen on Jakku again. Never did he ever want to step foot in that area again, much less see it. He took off to find his father, but when arriving at Nar Shadaa, had no luck. He asked around the slimiest of holes and the darkest of back streets to look for him, but there was nothing there. Not a sign he had been there, or a sign he had left. He didn't leave a trace.

He couldn't just return back to Jakku, not after finally making it this far. So he set up shop, bought an apartment in cheapest building he could find, and bid his time. He eventually got into the profession of bounty hunting, ironic for someone who had lost their father to the same gig so many years ago.

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  "I'm the son of a devil and an angel. One stayed too long and the other was taken too early..."​
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  • The familiar neon pink glow beckoned to him from afar. Jason had been to Nar Shaddaa's Neon district every day this week, but he wasn't chasing cheap thrills he was chasing a fading memory. He stepped off the lift and on to the promenade. Holodancers the size of small skyscrapers lined the main strip. The streets were packed with groups of pedestrians ogling the sensual holoprojections. Jason kept his head down and his collar up. He wasn't sightseeing, he knew exactly where he needed to be.
    
    He slipped off the main strip, dropped down three streets, and cut across an avenue before he found her. The same girl he'd been to see every day for that last week. She was at least forty foot tall and see-through, she was adorned in the typical holodancer garb. Honestly, that made him uncomfortable, but luckily for Jason, her performance was modest, almost innocent. He couldn't bring himself to watch the full performance, nor did he want to, but right at the end the giant figure stoops down and looks directly at whoever is standing before her. In the instant, their eyes meet and he's sent back in time. Back before her death, before her sickness, and a few days after one of his father's rampages. Back to a time, he could understand... a place he could call home. Unfortunately, his moment in the past is fleeting. As quickly as he arrives he's banished. Back to the pain and loneliness, back to a life without his mother. Back to a life of him standing in the middle of the street in the Neon district, where the closest place he could call home was in a fragment of the past caught in the empty gaze of a holoprojection.
    
    Jason's brow furrowed in anguish as the moment passed and he was forced back into the present. Suddenly, he was hyper-aware of his surroundings as the familiar drunken swirl of agitation and irritability brushed against his consciousness. He felt exposed in his anguish and that feeling of exposure turned anguish into rage. He stood stark still, fist and jaw clenched as the emotions drew closer. Jason was ready to fight, he needed it, he craved it. He needed a release from the rage building within, but as quickly as the feelings appeared, they faded and he was left with nothing but shame. He'd tainted his sanctuary, the last place he'd felt safe, with the anger his father had left him.
    
    John Cordro had taken everything from Jason and now he was in the wind. He'd left Jason with nothing except pain and debt. As a matter of fact, Jason only had three days to come up with the money to pay rent and it wasn't looking good. Dismayed, he turned from the holodancer and began making his way home. The trip was uneventful, in a bustling city the last person noticed is the one on the verge of insanity. He was just a face in the crowd. A side character in someone else's grand epic. A no one from nowhere who'd eventually become nothing. Another unsung tragedy that's filed away as a percentage in an unfortunate report about low-income families. His legacy would be the wind and even that's stale on the Smuggler's moon of Nar Shaddaa.
    
    He entered his building and caught a life headed up. It carried him forty-seven floors and then stopped to let him off. He stepped out of the lift and hung a right. He reached the end of the hallway and produced a keycard from his pocket. He pressed the key to the pad and the lock disengaged with a welcome chortle and the door slid open with a hiss. The apartment was dark and dank, just the way he'd left it. He knew he had to get out of here.
    
    Hunger gnawed at his innards, but his depression numbed the pain with anxious nausea. Even alone in their apartment, he was a nervous wreck. Everything in him screamed for retribution, for vengeance, to penitence, but all he could muster was existence. He flicked on a light and stepped into the apartment. The door swished closed behind him and engaged the lock. Jason made his way to his room and locked himself in. He fell on his bed as the weight of the world seemed to press down on him.
    
    The general emotion of sadness permeating everything around him. It's existence was intense and stifling. Jason felt as if he were drowning in the emotion, succumbing to its siren song. he was close to giving in. Right on the brink, no, leaning over the precipice and staring into the abyss, but a faint hum shook him from his stooper.
    
    Jason's brows knitted together in focus as he turned his attention fully upon the hum. The sound seemed to be coming from his closet just across the room from his bed where he lay. Fear froze him in place. The hum repeated. It took everything he had to look in the direction of his closet. He was rewarded with another bzzzzzzt. His blood ran cold as he forced himself up off his bed. The sound continued as he moved toward the door. Jason stopped before the door and stared at the handle. Three more hums sounded before he gathered the courage to grasp the handle. Jason took a breath did an internal three count and jerked the door open while simultaneously throwing himself into the closet.
    
    Jason let out a wild scream as his fear manifested into action that sent him careening face first into the wall at the back of his closet. He yelped in pain and stumbled backward landing on his haunches and clutching at his newly bloodied nose. When he'd wiped the tears from his eyes he re-examined the sparsely filled closet and frowned. If the closet was empty, then what was making that noise? He wiped his bloody nose on the back of his hand then his hand on his pants, before venturing forward to search for the sound. He scanned every centimeter of the storage space and came up empty-handed. Tired and emotionally drained Jason decided to give up for a while and get some sleep. He had bigger problems like where in the hell was he going to get two thousand credits in three days.
    
    He felt his stomach twist as anxiety and hunger collided like a mega monster movie, hunger and anxiety were the gargantuan monsters and the city they laid waste too was his innards. The sleep he craved eluded him as he tossed and turned throughout the night. He couldn't shake the impending doom that each hour amplified. Finally, around four in the morning, he gave up on sleep.
    
    Jason rolled on to his back and stared at the ceiling. He knew what he had to do. There wasn't a choice left of for him to make...
    
    bzzzzzzzzt
    
    Jason shot up in his bed opening his sense to the quiet apartment around him. He jumped up from his bed and moved to his closet.
    
    Bzzzzzzzzt
    
    He put his hands on the walls and followed them to the floor. The sound grew louder as he dropped to his hands and knees. Jason frantically ran his hands over the floor searching for anything out of the ordinary, when his hand slid over a tile that was slightly askew from the rest surrounding it. As if on cue, the hum vibrated the tile he was touching and he removed it to expose a lockbox. Jason plucked the metal container from its hole and scooted back out of his closet.
    
    Jason set the box on the ground in between his legs and opened it. Inside was a commlink that showed several notifications and a filthy Thunderslug Pulsewave Pistol. He picked up the comlink and gave it a once-over. Standard issue, it looked worn and well used so, it was clearly left purposefully. The number "24" kept flashing angrily at him, but he ignored it. He set the comlink down and picked up the gun. It was heavier than he'd expected and it felt awkward in his hand. As he ran his hands over the weapon he noticed several rough patches on the other side. When he turned it over his blood ran cold.
    
    "I've given you the tools, come get me, boy," was poorly etched onto the barrel of the gun. Jason reread the words what seemed like a million times and with each repeat offense, he grew angrier. Just as his rage was shifting to wrath the comlink rang. In his blind fury, Jason snatched it up and barked into the receiver without thinking, "What in the hell do you want!"
    
    The voice on the other side was quiet at first and then seemed to gain some confidence, "Er... this is Skazz. I hadn't heard from ya in a while and I needed to know if w-we were still on for the job tomorrow."
    
    Job? What in the hell was this guy talking about? Jason had pretty much put together the comlink he was using previously belonged to his father, but he had no clue what kind of work his dad was doing. Jason knew he needed more information, but he didn't want to lose the power he'd established with his outburst at the beginning of the conversation. It was clear Skazz was shaken, but Jason knew he couldn't keep up this facade forever.
    
    "Are you really calling to "check" on me? Just who in the almighty Hutt's backyard do you think you're frakking talking too?" Jason growled in an imitation of his father that was so accurate it made him feel a pang of disgust. A smile tugged at his lips as he heard Skazz audibly shrink back on the other end of the line and he knew he'd made a good move.
    
    Skazz was terrified the next time he spoke. It sounded like he had to concentrate on every syllable in order to hide the shake that had crept into his voice.
    
    "No, Mr. Cordro, I wasn't checking on you, sir, just making sure that my ineptitude hadn't forfeit my miserable life, sir. When you said the haul was a couple thousand credits apiece I just got a little over eager." Jason could hear the panic start to break through and the groveling began. It made him sick. John Cordro hadn't just terrorized Jason and his mother, he'd been a nightmare to everyone he'd met.
    
    He shook the revelation from the front of his mind and worked his brain over time in an attempt to glean more information from this poor guy. Inspiration hit him like a blaster bolt and he said, "Skazz, I'm sure you're well aware of my general disdain for impatient inept morons," Jason paused for effect and just as Skazz started to respond he cut across him with, "If you really think you're so worthy, then, by all means, recite the plan. Layout everything I've told you and please don't hold back." Jason let a devious chuckle escape before adding, "...pretend your life depends on it."
    
    Skazz vomited at the mouth for twenty minutes straight, detailing every aspect of his position to Jason. Unfortunately, for Jason, Skazz was just a grunt. He was a nobody, just like Jason. With a sigh, Jason cut Skazz off saying, "You're fired, Skazz. Forget about this job and forget this number."
    
    Skazz pleaded to the job, he begged for the opportunity to work with the "Great John Cordro", but Jason didn't want to be like his old man. He wouldn't use someone like a tool, just because he could. Finally, out of frustration Skazz snapped and said, "Fine! I was only trying to get in good with Eisley anyway! Kriff you, John!" with that, the communication was cut.
    
    Jason tsked and rolled his eyes. The little sleazeball had no idea how lucky he'd just been. Had he actually been speaking to John, he'd be dead. On top of making Jason laugh for the first time in months, Skazz had inadvertently name dropped, Jason's next lead: Eisley. It wasn't a lot, but it was a start.
    
    He put the comlink and gun back in the lockbox he'd found them in and tucked it under his bed. He was exhausted and knew the next few days would be some the busiest of his life.
    
    "I'm coming for you John Cordro. I swear on my mother's grave."
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  "Cunning as a thief, caring as a saint."​

  
  Imagine being blessed with a supernatural ability, that allows you to understand the emotions of those around and then imagine what it would be like to watch a loved one die. That's the mentality I'm developing in Jason upon his introduction into the story. This anger is only the tip of the iceberg for Jason's personality. In order to understand him fully as a character, you need to understand the three main aspects of his psyche: his father, his mother and himself. From a childhood filled with verbal and physical abuse to the slow decay of his mother, that's the existence he was given and instead of becoming the monster his father is, Jason, seeks to overcome his tragic life and become something worthwhile to the universe. He doesn't want to be some street urchin swept under the rug.... he wants to matter.
  
  John Cordro was a ruthless abuser and constant terror in Jason's childhood. While Jason refuses to admit it, he's a lot like his father. John and Jason share a charisma people are drawn too, but where John uses his to manipulate, Jason cultivates. Another merit handed down from father to son was a short temper. Anger has always been an easy emotion for Jason to identify and understand. At times he almost feels as if the emotion itself is calling to him, but he's never given into its call. Finally, to Jason's dismay, he is a spitting image of his old man right down to the crooked grin. For Jason even looking in the mirror is a reminder of the man who tormented him. Luckily, his mother's love acts as the yin to his father's yang.
  
  Mari represented everything good in Jason's life and because of that he fiercely loved his mother. When she fell ill he dropped out of school and picked up odd jobs to help pay for her wellbeing, but in the end, it just wasn't enough. While she was still able Mari taught Jason all she knew of their ability. She also taught him how to care for others. Even in her weakened state, Mari loved people. She was nearly altruistic in her caring and her example still resonates with her son to this day. Unfortunately, these emotions are buried under years of repressed anger, only manifesting in dire situations. The light is easily shrouded by shadow for Jason. Life has taught him to expect disappointment and to always be prepared for the worst.
  
  The love of his mother and the weight of his father's sin has shaped Jason into a mature and stoic young man. He's quite and rarely socializes with other's his age. He's sardonic, indignant, flippant, angsty, and charming all at the same time. As an empath, he's grown up understanding emotions in an almost complete way. He's no supreme emotion reading super dude, but he's got a very firm grasp on the emotions of weak minded beings and those he's able to study for a period of time. As a whole, Jason is an incredibly flawed kid, but for what life's dealt he's not doing half bad on his own. Over the course of his story, I hope to explore his flaws and eventually have him grow from them in a meaningful way.
  
  Currently, Jason is pissed off. His mother's death is still very fresh in his mind and his father's betrayal has awakened a rage within him he doesn't quite understand. Jason can feel that something has changed inside him, but he has no idea what it is. His only goal right now is to find his father and put him in the ground. Revenge guides his steps and unless something changes dramatically, Jason may very well find himself following in his father's footsteps.
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  There's nothing you could have done, Luke, had you been there. You'd have been killed, too, and the droids would be in the hands of the Empire. I want to come with you to Alderaan. There's nothing here for me now. I want to learn the ways of the Force and become a Jedi like my father. Mos Eisley Spaceport. You will never find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy. We must be cautious. How long have you had these droids? About three or four seasons. They're for sale if you want them.

  
  

  

  There's nothing you could have done, Luke, had you been there. You'd have been killed, too, and the droids would be in the hands of the Empire. I want to come with you to Alderaan. There's nothing here for me now. I want to learn the ways of the Force and become a Jedi like my father. Mos Eisley Spaceport. You will never find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy. We must be cautious. How long have you had these droids? About three or four seasons. They're for sale if you want them.
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Eli Anubis​

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BIOGRAPHICAL INFORMATION

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Homeworld

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Faction
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Nar Shadaa
6926 BBY
Hutt Cartel
Bounty Hunter
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Gender
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Human
Male
1.773 m
99.70 kg
Dark Brown
Dark Gold

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All thanks go out to @Zay for letting me use his wonderful idea. Eli Anubis' story begins like many others, born to two parents on the desolate rock of Jakku, his mother leaves him before he even turns 6 months old, leaving him in the care of a dismissive father. When Eli was only 13, he was already fending for scraps he would find in the dirty alleyways of the marketplace just near their shack of a house. He felt comfortable with this life, until he turned 17. His father had left him to go pursue a bounty on some Jedi Exiles on Nar Shadaa, and never returned. Before leaving, his father handed him an ancient talisman passed down from generation to generation, a ring with the head of something he didn't recognize. It had ancient text on the back, and to this day Eli still cannot decipher what it means.

Eli waited for his father, year after year, and he never returned. Finally, on his 19th birthday, Eli had saved up enough credits to get off the dirty rock he loathed so dearly. He bought a working shuttle, just one good enough to get him far away from here, and took off, never to be seen on Jakku again. Never did he ever want to step foot in that area again, much less see it. He took off to find his father, but when arriving at Nar Shadaa, had no luck. He asked around the slimiest of holes and the darkest of back streets to look for him, but there was nothing there. Not a sign he had been there, or a sign he had left. He didn't leave a trace.

He couldn't just return back to Jakku, not after finally making it this far. So he set up shop, bought an apartment in cheapest building he could find, and bid his time. He eventually got into the profession of bounty hunting, ironic for someone who had lost their father to the same gig so many years ago.

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  "What you seek is where you'll most likely find it"​

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  "Cunning as a thief, caring as a saint."​

  
  Imagine being blessed with a supernatural ability, that allows you to understand the emotions of those around and then imagine what it would be like to watch a loved one die. That's the mentality I'm developing in Jason upon his introduction into the story. This anger is only the tip of the iceberg for Jason's personality. In order to understand him fully as a character, you need to understand the three main aspects of his psyche: his father, his mother and himself. From a childhood filled with verbal and physical abuse to the slow decay of his mother, that's the existence he was given and instead of becoming the monster his father is, Jason, seeks to overcome his tragic life and become something worthwhile to the universe. He doesn't want to be some street urchin swept under the rug.... he wants to matter.
  
  John Cordro was a ruthless abuser and constant terror in Jason's childhood. While Jason refuses to admit it, he's a lot like his father. John and Jason share a charisma people are drawn too, but where John uses his to manipulate, Jason cultivates. Another merit handed down from father to son was a short temper. Anger has always been an easy emotion for Jason to identify and understand. At times he almost feels as if the emotion itself is calling to him, but he's never given into its call. Finally, to Jason's dismay, he is a spitting image of his old man right down to the crooked grin. For Jason even looking in the mirror is a reminder of the man who tormented him. Luckily, his mother's love acts as the yin to his father's yang.
  
  Mari represented everything good in Jason's life and because of that he fiercely loved his mother. When she fell ill he dropped out of school and picked up odd jobs to help pay for her wellbeing, but in the end, it just wasn't enough. While she was still able Mari taught Jason all she knew of their ability. She also taught him how to care for others. Even in her weakened state, Mari loved people. She was nearly altruistic in her caring and her example still resonates with her son to this day. Unfortunately, these emotions are buried under years of repressed anger, only manifesting in dire situations. The light is easily shrouded by shadow for Jason. Life has taught him to expect disappointment and to always be prepared for the worst.
  
  The love of his mother and the weight of his father's sin has shaped Jason into a mature and stoic young man. He's quite and rarely socializes with other's his age. He's sardonic, indignant, flippant, angsty, and charming all at the same time. As an empath, he's grown up understanding emotions in an almost complete way. He's no supreme emotion reading super dude, but he's got a very firm grasp on the emotions of weak minded beings and those he's able to study for a period of time. As a whole, Jason is an incredibly flawed kid, but for what life's dealt he's not doing half bad on his own. Over the course of his story, I hope to explore his flaws and eventually have him grow from them in a meaningful way.
  
  Currently, Jason is pissed off. His mother's death is still very fresh in his mind and his father's betrayal has awakened a rage within him he doesn't quite understand. Jason can feel that something has changed inside him, but he has no idea what it is. His only goal right now is to find his father and put him in the ground. Revenge guides his steps and unless something changes dramatically, Jason may very well find himself following in his father's footsteps.​
  
  
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  There's nothing you could have done, Luke, had you been there. You'd have been killed, too, and the droids would be in the hands of the Empire. I want to come with you to Alderaan. There's nothing here for me now. I want to learn the ways of the Force and become a Jedi like my father. Mos Eisley Spaceport. You will never find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy. We must be cautious. How long have you had these droids? About three or four seasons. They're for sale if you want them.

  
  

  

  There's nothing you could have done, Luke, had you been there. You'd have been killed, too, and the droids would be in the hands of the Empire. I want to come with you to Alderaan. There's nothing here for me now. I want to learn the ways of the Force and become a Jedi like my father. Mos Eisley Spaceport. You will never find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy. We must be cautious. How long have you had these droids? About three or four seasons. They're for sale if you want them.
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All thanks go out to @Zay for letting me use his wonderful idea. Eli Anubis' story begins like many others, born to two parents on the desolate rock of Jakku, his mother leaves him before he even turns 6 months old, leaving him in the care of a dismissive father. When Eli was only 13, he was already fending for scraps he would find in the dirty alleyways of the marketplace just near their shack of a house. He felt comfortable with this life, until he turned 17. His father had left him to go pursue a bounty on some Jedi Exiles on Nar Shadaa, and never returned. Before leaving, his father handed him an ancient talisman passed down from generation to generation, a ring with the head of something he didn't recognize. It had ancient text on the back, and to this day Eli still cannot decipher what it means.

Eli waited for his father, year after year, and he never returned. Finally, on his 19th birthday, Eli had saved up enough credits to get off the dirty rock he loathed so dearly. He bought a working shuttle, just one good enough to get him far away from here, and took off, never to be seen on Jakku again. Never did he ever want to step foot in that area again, much less see it. He took off to find his father, but when arriving at Nar Shadaa, had no luck. He asked around the slimiest of holes and the darkest of back streets to look for him, but there was nothing there. Not a sign he had been there, or a sign he had left. He didn't leave a trace.

He couldn't just return back to Jakku, not after finally making it this far. So he set up shop, bought an apartment in cheapest building he could find, and bid his time. He eventually got into the profession of bounty hunting, ironic for someone who had lost their father to the same gig so many years ago.

 

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Dewey Planck​

OVERVIEW​

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BIOGRAPHICAL INFORMATION

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Homeworld
Born
Faction
Rank
Level
Nar Shaddaa
6921 BBY
Hutt Cartel
Slicer
1

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Species
Gender
Height
Mass
Hair Color
Eye Color
Skin Color
Corellian
Male
1.6254 M
87.91 kg
Dark Brown
Hazel
Caucasian

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Intelligence
Wisdom
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This portion is OOC, and I just wanted to make a comment on Dewey's tale. It will be told in three chapters, all emphasizing a different aspect of his childhood he needs to overcome. I don't want to spoil anything, so if you want to follow his journey, return to this page frequently. We can do this together!

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Dewey Planck was born in the place he loathed the most. Nar Shadaa. If the galaxy had a shady neighborhood, Nar Shadaa was it. Dewey was born into a family that owned a large casino on the dirty rock, and made their money through shady business. Dewey was always around the most greedy people in the explored galaxy, most of which were Hutts that wanted a week to blow all their money on his parent's rigged machines.

He spent all of his time locked in the control room, his parents didn't want him interfering with their scam, watching the cameras and learning how to use them. He picked up tricks from those that he watched, and became something of a mini villain himself. Living in a casino, and without parents to ever pay him attention, he became addicted to the credits. Picking up a few here, stealing a few there, he loved nothing more than to have more credits.

Time passed, and his family went bankrupt. The scam couldn't last forever, and over time it all fell apart. His father was taken away by a Hutt that he could never forget the face of, and his mother slowly stopped caring about anything, leaving Dewey for himself. He had a natural affinity for computers and code, and eventually grew fond to the idea of him earning his living by using his abilities.

Over time, he began to truly hone his skills. He became an expert at gathering intel on other organizations, give him enough time and an escort and it's almost like he could do anything related to computers, and where a better place to make the most credits by doing this than with the cartel. He held a grudge against all of them, making his family bankrupt, taking away his father for most likely slavery, and destroying his mother, he couldn't feel more hate for a group. He kept his head down, and had started his first jobs for the cartel.

He made a whole lot of enemies, and few allies. The one problem with keeping his head down was that he couldn't talk to anybody, but the up side was that nobody knew his face. he was like a ghost, few people can see him: But those that do can't prove that he exists. ​

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  "That's the thing about you, I can't just read you, like code, er, something."​
  ✌ Lavish Information Maturity

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    ARMOR

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    Dewey's Signature Hoodie​

    
    

    WEAPON(s)

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    Deweys "Stolen" Blaster.​

    
    

    TRANSPORTATION

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    Deweys Ship​
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    "Oh trust me. If anyone in this galaxy ever breathed, I know about it."​
    
    
    

    There's nothing you could have done, Luke, had you been there. You'd have been killed, too, and the droids would be in the hands of the Empire. I want to come with you to Alderaan. There's nothing here for me now. I want to learn the ways of the Force and become a Jedi like my father. Mos Eisley Spaceport. You will never find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy. We must be cautious. How long have you had these droids? About three or four seasons. They're for sale if you want them.

    
    

    

    There's nothing you could have done, Luke, had you been there. You'd have been killed, too, and the droids would be in the hands of the Empire. I want to come with you to Alderaan. There's nothing here for me now. I want to learn the ways of the Force and become a Jedi like my father. Mos Eisley Spaceport. You will never find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy. We must be cautious. How long have you had these droids? About three or four seasons. They're for sale if you want them.
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    "I haven't been attacked recently, but I still feel a pain in my chest... Is that normal?"​

    
    

    Chapter 1: Finding Oneself.

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Biographical information​

Homeworld
Age
Iridonia
27 GSY

Physical description​

Species
Gender
Height
Weight
Hair color
Eye color
Skin color
Human
Male
1.76 meters
71.3 kilograms
Blue
Pale
White

Affiliations and Rank​

Faction
Rank
Level
Exiles
Arcanist
One

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Riyo Kage

Excerpt · Biography · Personality and traits · Abilities · Equipment · Roleplays

A quick learner, Riyo Kage dabbled with the idea of dark side force long before he became who he was today. He is now ancient, the dark side keeping the fuel inside of him burning, while disfiguring his face. Sometimes, he doesn't even know if he is controlling himself, or if a greater purpose motivates him.

Now he devotes himself to the power of the darkness. WThe force is his drug; And he, its abuser. He travels the galaxy to learn more and become stronger in the abilities he admires. He aspires to one day completely conquer the Jedi order, and rule over all with an iron fist.

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My will is no longer my own. I now know that I was brought to this galaxy to serve a much longer a dutiful task. I put my beliefs before myself. There will be change to this galaxy, and it is near.
-Quote from the journal of Riyo Kage​

Silas knows little about his origins and nothing of his family before being brought to the Jedi Order. He was able to discover that he had been born on Coruscant and the Jedi had found him in a crowded orphanage in the lower levels. Silas remembers nothing before his time in the Jedi Order due to young age he had been discovered.

As a youngling, Silas learned quickly but his over inquisitive nature often got in him in trouble. He would poke and prod every lesson with questions that he became a bit of an outcast among his fellow younglings. Soon, he was only given to the most patient of Jedi to train with. These Jedi challenged Silas in a way he had not been before which caused him to prosper. As he progressed he began to show an aptitude for both the blade and the usage of the Force. He continued to question Jedi Philosophy constantly, refusing to accept any knowledge blindly.

At the age of 14, he was promoted to Jedi Knight along with many other young Jedi. With more privileges and the lack of a Master to hold his questions at bay, it was not long before Silas began to question the Jedi ways more and more. He agreed to the Jedi Code and the base Jedi Philosophies, but many of the more recent practices of Jedi Practices, especially those surrounding the war troubled him greatly. Where he searched for answers, he only found more questions and soon found himself not trusting the Jedi Council.

Of the traditional Jedi Philosophies, Silas never accepted the prohibition on close personal attachments. Longing to fill the void of never having a family, Silas wouldn't accept he was meant for a life without love and deep bonds with others. Filled with the hormones and stubbornness of youth, he soon fell in love with a fellow Jedi named Lydia. Over the next number of years, they would hide their relationship with one another, and while carrying out the Orders given to them by the Jedi Council.

As their relationship grew, it became harder and harder to hide. They would often talk of leaving the Order and settling on distant worlds, but both of them loved their place within the Jedi Order. The need for both Lydia and his Order was a constant burden to Silas. It was not long before their secret was uncovered. They were both brought before the Jedi Council separately to answer for their disobedience to the Order.

Silas argued his case and refused to back down from his belief in personal attachments and love. He was strengthed by the fact that he believed Lydia would be there for him as the inevitable verdict came. It was only after the trial, he had been told she had thrown herself at the mercy of the Jedi Council and had sought another chance within the Jedi. Not allowed to seek her out, Silas was stripped of his lightsaber and banished from the Jedi.

Heartbroken and homeless, Silas made his way out into the Galaxy. The next years would be spent wandering from one place to another. He continued to hold fast to the teachings of the Jedi, often being mistaken as one as he offered help to those around him.

The only thing keeping the emptiness he feels from overcoming him his constant movement around the Galaxy and his eternal search to find the home and family he had never had.


▵Personality

Silas is compassionate to a fault and has an almost complete inability to help those in need. The constant strain of solving the problems of others is extremely rewarding to him, but also very taxing.

His stubbornness and inquisitive nature have and no other source of influence has led him to overestimate his knowledge and wisdom in the ways of the Force. He constantly makes mistakes, which has been his biggest source of knowledge in his post-Jedi life.

Underneath the caring, compassionate surface lies a rather deep sense of emptiness and loneliness. Never quite getting over his love for Lydia, he struggles to fill the void of the love he felt during his last days in the Order.

▵Abilities

While no longer in possession of one, Silas is skilled in the use of a lightsaber. He also has a slightly above average skill in the use of blaster pistols but has focused on the use of a staff in his years after leaving the Jedi. Years of combat missions have given him the ability to stay calm in combat and focus on the task at hand.

Silas has always been gifted in the use of the Force but leaving the Jedi at a young age and the lack of instruction that followed has made it difficult to increase his ability. He is able to perform many of abilities an average Jedi Knight with relative ease but has not progressed beyond that to more advanced techniques.

▵Equipment

Constantly on the move, Silas does not have many belongings. He carries a solid wooden staff that he uses as a walking stick or weapon if need be. He carries a hidden and mostly unused Blaster Pistol.

His only form of protection comes in a plain colored and weathered armored cloak

He uses a basic, and slightly run down Light Freighter to traverse the Galaxy.

▵Roleplays

None

 

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Biographical information​

Homeworld
Age
Mandalore
27 GSY

Physical description​

Species
Gender
Height
Weight
Hair color
Eye color
Skin color
Mandalorian
Male
1.84 meters
81.8 kilograms
Caucasian
Green
White

Affiliations and Rank​

Faction
Rank
Level
Independant
None
One

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Jis Lok

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Jis Lok: Born and raised on mandalore. Born into turmoil, and raised to be a warrior. There has been much conflict where Jis was raised, he has become quite accustomed to it. Becoming accustomed to war, and accepting war, were two very different things.

Jis is a fierce warrior; necessary for someone growing up as a mando during this time. His large frame and youthful age create for a dexterous and strong fighter on the battlefield, someone anyone would value.

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And in this time of war; Who will unite this great culture? We cannot fall, because we are far too strong to fall. This great peoples have a future ahead of themselves, why throw it away?
-Jis Lok ​

Jis remembers little of his childhood; being torn away from his family at the ripe age of 6 by an enemy tribe, after which both of his parents were murdered. He had already been recognized for his potential, and he could not be had as an enemy.

Growing up, Jis showed strong promise in any field of battle. His preferred weapon was always a blaster pistol, but would show effective with most any melee weapon as well. He was raised in an academy, and grew to know his home as the walls of the training room. Without a loving family to embrace him, he grew fond to the training droids who would put him through hell; to the fellow classmates who he would have to spar and beat every day, and to the training dummies he would break with a simple combo of three punches.

The one thing he couldn't get attached to was those who captured him. He could never forgive them, they had ripped him away from his own home, and put him through torture in an attempt to create the perfect warrior. They had failed in that cause, for they had created the perfect traitor. All Jis wanted was for the clans to be unified, for there to be conflict no more.

Jis, when reaching the age of 19, was finally done with his training. He had graduated at the top of his class, although he would never be recognized for this feat, for now he was just another soldier for the cause. No special treatment. No perks. They were all the same.

But Jis did not worry, or falter under the fact that most of his work had gone unnoticed after the academy. That's not what bothered him. What bothered him, was the first battle he found himself in. Clan Eldar, a raid on one of their strongholds. He had ran into the battle unwavering, and had left in turmoil of his own emotions.

Almost every single person that he went to the academy with had died, and almost every single person from Clan Eldar that was guarding that stronghold had died. There were no winners of that battle, just a complete bloodbath that would fuel the hate the clans had for each other. Everyone wanted to be on top, yet none of them were willing to compromise to do it.

HThis made Jis understand his cause in life; unify the clans, and keep them unified. He knew that they had strength in numbers, and as such, he committed completely to the cause. He would bide his own time, for that's all he could do.

The only thing keeping the emptiness he feels from overcoming him his constant movement around the Galaxy and his eternal search to find the home and family he had never had.


▵Personality

Jis creates emotional bonds with those that he may not even know that well, mainly because he could never create those bonds when he was younger. He is far too trusting in all peoples, and that may eventually be his downfall.

He would just as soon die for a family member as he would for a pet, he cannot afford to lose anymore people in his life, and would rather die before he allowed more people to die again.

He creates the façade of a hard, uncaring warrior. Underneath this stone cold exterior, he finds himself becoming very attached to people, and once he considers you a friend, you're in.

▵Abilities

Give Jis a blaster and he could wipe a whole squadron of trained mandalorians single handedly. Give him a rifle, and he'll most likely shoot himself and all other team mates on the field. It's just something about those blaster pistols that make Jis feel like he can't miss.

In melee, Jis cannot be stopped. He feels most comfortable with a single handed weapon, one that can quickly cleave down sets of enemies, while still staying swift and agile in the palm of his hand. Something like a sword.

▵Equipment

Jis uses a pretty standard Blaster Pistol. In of this though, he is currently in the process of crafting his own.

His armor is one that most modern mandalorians use, with an archaic aesthetic, it gets the job done. (FINISH AND PUT LINK HERE)

He has no need to leave mandalore until his job is done, but if need be, he has a Light Freighter to traverse the Galaxy.

▵Roleplays

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CLAN LOK HERALD'S ARMOR​

Clan Lok's Herald armor for those who graduate at the top of their class at the academy, who is then deemed that years herald. It comes with a few modifications that give it a slight advantage over the rest of the mando armor from that clan. Only the best armor for the best warriors.​

LEGALITY​

Legal in near of all places, wearing the Clan Lok armor in front of mandos from other clans will induce anger towards you. Also, wearing them in the more high end societies like Coruscant or Alderaan will be frowned upon. You may be denied entrance to most bars with your helmet on, and this armor cannot hide who you are. Only a select few people from Clan Lok get the honor to be heralds and receive this armor, and most people who know, know.​

INTENT​

The intent of this armor is to create an effective and interesting piece of mandalorian armor for my mando to use. Not necessarily one of a kind, it can be used it the character back story calls for it. It is made to create a piece of mando armor that has a more effective use in combat and scouting situations.​

ADVANCED TECH​

No, this should not require any extra plot to attain, as it does not use any special functions that must be attained through that manner, or have any extra defenses that would entail such a plot to attain.

Type and Coverage

Type: Medium Armor.

Coverage: 5 Regions
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  • Head: From the top of the scalp, all the way around the head, to the bottom of the neck. Where the neck connects to the torso is exposed though.
  • Torso: Covers from bottom of neck down to Hips
  • Back: Covers from bottom of neck down to Hips.
  • Right Arm: Right arm is covered from shoulder wrist, with no coverage of the hands and an exposure area where the right arm meets the breastplate.
  • Left Arm: Left arm is covered from shoulder wrist, with no coverage of the hands and an exposure area where the Left arm meets the breastplate.
  • Hands: No coverage except for small gloves that keep users hands warm and prevent assaults from extreme cold. Not practical to prevent blaster fire.
  • Legs: From the bottom of the breastplate down to the ankles.
  • Feet: Thin boots that are not practical to protect the feet from blaster fire.

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Function 1: Computer Spike

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  • Computer spikes are used to forcibly decrypt or unlock computer terminals. Most civilian systems can be cracked in one posting round, while most military or hardened systems take two or more.

Function 2: Scout HUD

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  • Scout HUD - Contains a 4x magnifier and Compass.