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ALIAS(ES)
► The White Flame; Vanguard of the Republic; Knight Avenger
SPECIES
► Pau'an
GENDER
► Male
HEIGHT
► 1.98m
BUILD
► Athletic
EYE COLOR
► Yellow
MARKING/SCARS
► Ritual scarring on face
HOMEWORLD
► Utapau
AFFILIATION
► The Jedi Order - Knight
FORCE SENSITIVE
► Trained
"Knight Avenger stands with YOU! Make sure you stand with him! Enlist or buy a war bond today!" - Knight Avenger
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In theaters now, catch the latest chapter of Knight Avenger's quest to liberate the Core! Will the evil Darth Hellion succeed in his plot? Is Knight Avenger the only one brave enough to stop the Spiked Death? Find out what's really happening in the war against the evil Sith Empire, and find out what you can do to help! Show up early to catch an encore presentation of last week's episode!
And remember, we're strongest together!
Biography
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PRACTICAL SKILLS
■■■■■ Acrobatics | ■■■■■ Leadership | ■■■■■ Persuasion |
■■■■■ Piloting | ■■■■■ Stealth | ■■■■■ Willpower |
EDUCATION
■■■■■ Academics | ■■■■■ Espionage | ■■■■■ The Force |
■■■■■ Politics | ■■■■■ Tactics | ■■■■■ Criminal |
COMBAT SKILLS
■■■■■ Form I | ■■■■■ Form II | ■■■■■ Form III |
■■■■■ Form IV | ■■■■■ Form V | ■■■■■ Form VI |
■■■■■ Form VII | ■■■■■ Trakata | ■■■■■ Unarmed |
THE FORCE
■■■■■ Enhance (Physicality) | ■■■■■ Energy Manipulation |
■■■■■ Influence Minds | ■■■■■ Inspire |
■■■■■ Healing | ■■■■■ Sense |
■■■■■ Speed | ■■■■■ Telekinesis |
"I've found him, I've got our guy!"
Val Pellian was sprinting down the hall so fast he failed to stop in time and skidded into the wall outside of Isar Delste's office. Isar winced on the behalf of Val, whom he knew would not even slow down. Sullustans usually didn't.
"Did you hear me? I found our guy!" Val rocketed into the room as though he hadn't just cut his forehead on the concrete wall he barreled into.
"Yeah," Isar said, "I heard you. Take a breath and maybe you'll be able to get more than four words out at a time."
"I just got back from the unit I was embedded with. You know, those Antarian Rangers? Anyway, it was supposed to be a blue milk run around Generis. Next thing I know, we've got 3 Jedi Knights climbing aboard and we're in the air to go intervene in a Sith raid on a listening post somewhere on the planet." Val stopped to gulp down water from the cooler in Isar's office. Isar twiddled his thumbs. "Anyway, where was I? Right, so we're in this light shuttle, right? Like a dropship. We're flying pretty high up, I couldn't say how far but we were in the clouds. The Rangers want to jump so they've got the bay doors open, and then we start taking fire. One of the Rangers yells something about the post's anti-air gun being hacked, and then BOOM direct hit. Everyone's thrown off their feet and around the bay, except me, who's thrown out of the bay."
Val paused dramatically, grinning at Isar with that typical shit-eating grin of his. Isar motioned for Val to continue.
"I was terrified," Val said." "Except no sooner had I started falling than one of the Jedi hurls himself out of the shuttle after me."
"What?"
"It's what I said, I'm thrown out and the guy just leaps out after me without a second thought. He's got on some of those rocket boots the Jedi sometimes have. And he catches up to me, grabs me, and slows our fall enough that I only think I broke two ribs when landing. But then get this: the guy immediately jumps to his feet, asks if I can move, and then says something in this deep baritone voice like 'Keep up, the others are still counting on us.' Then he takes off running. Shit, I was so inspired in spite of myself that I took off running after him.
"We ended up getting to the listening post before the others and by the Force let me tell you, he's a force of nature in combat, like an avalanche doing ballet. He doesn't think about anything, he just acts. I just stood there with my mouth open like an idiot. I bet he'd look badass brushing his teeth. The guy's literally an action hero."
Isar rubbed his chin. "You think you can convince him?"
"You bet I can," Val said, puffing his chest out comically, "even if I have to throw myself out of another speeder to do it."
Osk Dov'Lya was sitting motionless in the center of the meditation room, perfectly framed by the rectangle of golden light cast through the window by Dantooine's setting sun. When the door to the room crunched open - it was in desperate need of maintenance - he didn't even flinch. His eyes remained closed and his breathing steady.
Leys Jiron stood silently before the Jedi Master. Though the Pau'an towered over the Bothan, it was he who felt small in the room.
"Tell me, Knight Jiron," the Bothan said after some time, "do you have a brain?"
"Yes Master, I do." Leys said, puzzled by the question.
"How old are you, Knight Jiron?"
"71 standard years." Leys was more puzzled still.
"Quite old for many species, though perhaps not for Pau'ans. Still, plenty of time to learn how to use one's brain. Tell me, do you know how to use yours?"
"I believe so, Master," Leys replied hesitantly.
"Then why," The Bothan growled, suddenly opening his eyes, "do you never do it? After 71 years you should be quite a respected Jedi! True, you're skilled with a blade, but that doesn't make up for acting like a fool."
Leys remained silent. Master Dov'Lya continued.
"You never seem to think about anything you do. You just throw yourself into things. Or out of them. Like shuttles." Dov'Lya stood and walked to the window. "You know there were two other Jedi in that shuttle with you, correct? You know that as Jedi we can use the Force to move things with our minds."
Leys said, "Of course I know that." He caught his clipped tone too late, but did not apologize for it.
"And yet you still jumped out of a moving speeder amid anti-aircraft fire to save a man who could have been saved without anyone moving a muscle."
"I couldn't know what the other two were going to do. I saw him and I acted on impulse. I saved his life, you know."
"I know." The Bothan sighed. "I'm just afraid one day your impulses will get you or someone else killed. "
"You want to do what to me?" Leys blinked in surprise, unsure if he'd heard the squat sullustan correctly.
"We want to make you a galactic hero in this war," Val said.
Leys hesitated. "Jedi typically aren't looking for glory or fame..."
"I know, which is why this is such a frustrating project!" Val threw up his hands dramatically. "Jedi don't have any need for heroics or inspiration, but guess what: the galaxy does! You know, all those people you're fighting for? You guys have pretty crummy PR. It's not your fault I know, Jedi tenets and all that, but it's starting to affect morale. People need a hero to rally behind, to cheer for, and to motivate them to get off their asses and support the war effort! The Liberty News Corporation wants to give them that. And we want you for the job!"
"Why me?"
"Because you're amazing!" said Val. "I don't know if you rememb-"
Leys smiled. "I remember you."
"Well it was incredible! You're exactly who people want to see fighting for them!"
Leys crossed his arms across his chest, turning the idea around in his head. What Val said made sense, but...
"What would this involve?" he asked.
"Nothing terrible I promise." Val waved his hand dismissively. "When you're 'off-duty', you'd just give some speeches, film some inspirational holovids for us, participate in rallies to encourage people to assist in the war effort however they can... like I said, nothing terrible."
Leys was still skeptical but the sullustan didn't give him a chance to speak before he continued.
"When you're 'on-duty'," Val said, "you'd take some of our little camera droids with you. Like this guy!" Val produced a metal sphere the size of a small melon from his bag and flipped a switch. The droid righted itself and hovered in place, its lens focused on Val. "They're smart, small, and have loads of storage. They just store what they shoot and we can download it and edit it when you get back. They even wipe their data if they detect unauthorized access."
"You want me to... film myself on missions?"
"Of course! That's where all the magic happens! People need to see their hero in the midst of the battle! Winning their war for them! Don't worry they won't get in your way."
"You'd have to let the Order edit the footage first. They won't want to let any intelligence slip. And speaking of which, you'll have to get the Order's permission for all this in the first place... this would be pretty big."
"Of course, yeah, obviously," Val said. "We're trying to help the war effort, not hurt it. We're making propaganda pieces, not exposés. I'll just explain it like I've explained it to you... Oh!" Val seemed to interrupt his own train of thought. "One more thing! You'll need a mask to wear..."
Leys looked at the sullustan in doubt. "A mask?..."
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Appearance
The head of LNC's wardrobe department (or rather LNC's parent corporation's wardrobe department) frowned and leaned over her desk to peer at the short sullustan.
"You want to make him wear a mask? Why? Don't you know masks scare people?" The department head was a Togruta dressed about as conservatively as possible, as though her job made her prefer to not think about clothing at all for herself. Val normally got along fine with her, but today she had been a tough sell on nearly every idea Val came up with.
"Only if they're scary masks," Val said. "We want to make him a hero but we want him to be relateable. We want anyone, at home, on the front lines, wherever, to be able to picture themselves in his shoes. Boots. Robes. Whatever. We want to make him a symbol of who the Jedi are."
"Okay," she said, "say I buy it... what about the rest?"
"I was thinking some of those traditional deep browns the Jedi like to wear... what, you don't like it?"
"No." She shook her head. "We want him to stand out, not look like some run of the mill Jedi. He'll wear white robes to go over that armor of his. He'll stand out like a beacon to his allies and a wraith to his enemies. Plus it'll set him apart from the Sith yahoos who wear masks. I'll need to knw how big he is, what species..."
"He's a pau'an," said Val, "he's a huge guy!"
The togruta looked bored. "I mean specific numbers."
"Oh, right."
"You want to make him wear a mask? Why? Don't you know masks scare people?" The department head was a Togruta dressed about as conservatively as possible, as though her job made her prefer to not think about clothing at all for herself. Val normally got along fine with her, but today she had been a tough sell on nearly every idea Val came up with.
"Only if they're scary masks," Val said. "We want to make him a hero but we want him to be relateable. We want anyone, at home, on the front lines, wherever, to be able to picture themselves in his shoes. Boots. Robes. Whatever. We want to make him a symbol of who the Jedi are."
"Okay," she said, "say I buy it... what about the rest?"
"I was thinking some of those traditional deep browns the Jedi like to wear... what, you don't like it?"
"No." She shook her head. "We want him to stand out, not look like some run of the mill Jedi. He'll wear white robes to go over that armor of his. He'll stand out like a beacon to his allies and a wraith to his enemies. Plus it'll set him apart from the Sith yahoos who wear masks. I'll need to knw how big he is, what species..."
"He's a pau'an," said Val, "he's a huge guy!"
The togruta looked bored. "I mean specific numbers."
"Oh, right."
Personality
The lights were bright and the room was cramped, and Leys was growing intensely uncomfortable with the prospect of his upcoming performance. He could hear the sound of the crowd filling the stadium from where he sat, and Jedi mindfulness techniques weren't fully conquering his newly discovered stage fright. He checked all his armor pieces for the fifth time and then turned to Val.
Leys said, "Are you sure this is a good idea? I mean will peo-"
"Relax," Val interrupted him, "you'll be fine, they'll be fine, they'll love you, I'll love you, it'll all go great. Just get out there, say your line, battle with the Sith, say a few more lines, then come back here and prepare for autographs and whatever while they're watching their holovid. Which reminds me, did you go over the script I sent you for the next one?"
"Yeah, I looked it over, and that reminds me" Leys said, pulling out a few folded and crumpled pieces of paper from one of his pockets. "Look, here." He pointed. "Nobody in the Sith Empire calls me 'The White Flame,' it just sounds sil-"
"How do you know if they do or not? And this is a propaganda film, remember? The crowds will love it."
"Fine. But I'm not going to shout one liners as I duel. I'll fight the way I fight. That's why you chose me, isn't it?"
"But-"
"No."
"The ki-"
"No.'
"Fine."
"Quick! You're on!"
Leys found himself being shoved down a short hall and around a corner, through a series of doors, and up a ladder. And then he found himself on a catwalk looking down at a stage 40 feet below him, where actors dressed as Sith were terrorizing actors dressed as soldiers. A spotlight shined on Leys. On the catwalk in his white robes and silver armor he almost glowed, and the crowd collectively held their breaths as he belted out his line:
"Your reign of terror is at an end, Darth, and it was not short enough! Knight Avenger faces you now! Defend yourself!" Leys rolled his eyes. Nobody talks about themselves in the third person, he thought.
The 'Sith' turned their heads dramatically and recoiled in fear. They shouted, "Knight Avenger, the White Flame!"
And then stage fright gave way to instinct as Leys leaped acrobatically off the catwalk and plummeted forty feet to the stage below, landing with an impressive roll flowing into an upward diagonal slash with his lightsaber. They were training sabers but they felt real enough, and even though the combat was scripted Leys found he was able to sink into the comfortable embrace of the Force as the rhythms of battle began. The stage fight was coreographed to allow Leys the maximum opportunity to impress the crowd, and the only reason the actors could keep up with Leys at all was for this reason. He tried to keep in mind their skill levels as he pretended to kill them. Unnecessary flourishes, acrobatic leaps, and a range of kicks, throws, and Trakata saber tricks all made for a spectacular martial display, and Leys even threw in a few embellishes of his own. He enjoyed the chance to cut loose and show the public what a Jedi was capable of, though he knew he should be wary of such pride.
When both of his ne'er-do-well adversaries had been dispatched he kept his saber ignited and turned to the crowd, pointing it at them in a sort of salute and shouting, "I am the Vanguard of the Republic! Join me, and with your help we can restore what we lost! Every man, woman, and child has something to offer, and if we stand together," he motioned towards the two 'dead' 'Sith', "they cannot hope to stand against us!"
The crowd erupted into applause. And Leys smiled in spite of himself.
As their show ended, Leys stood in a showroom by a giant holographic display of a grand assembly of Jedi ready for battle, ready to receive the public. They had tried to get Leys to sit in a raised throne to meet the public but the idea had been so ludicrous that he didn't manage to stop laughing until they called it off.
The whole production team was still finding its footing.
After a few minutes of waiting, the crowd, guided by ushers, found its way to him. The meet-and-greet was easier than Leys had anticipated - in fact he found he sort of liked meeting with the public - but it did drag on. Still, he kept up the 'act' as best he could. No matter how many children asked in hushed tones if he had really beaten a Sith, no matter how many times he had to explain to a family how they could support the war effort, he tried to just positive and inspirational to everyone. When the last person had left, feeling like all the rest as though they could punch out a Sith themselves, Leys breathed a sigh of relief.
Leys said, "Are you sure this is a good idea? I mean will peo-"
"Relax," Val interrupted him, "you'll be fine, they'll be fine, they'll love you, I'll love you, it'll all go great. Just get out there, say your line, battle with the Sith, say a few more lines, then come back here and prepare for autographs and whatever while they're watching their holovid. Which reminds me, did you go over the script I sent you for the next one?"
"Yeah, I looked it over, and that reminds me" Leys said, pulling out a few folded and crumpled pieces of paper from one of his pockets. "Look, here." He pointed. "Nobody in the Sith Empire calls me 'The White Flame,' it just sounds sil-"
"How do you know if they do or not? And this is a propaganda film, remember? The crowds will love it."
"Fine. But I'm not going to shout one liners as I duel. I'll fight the way I fight. That's why you chose me, isn't it?"
"But-"
"No."
"The ki-"
"No.'
"Fine."
"Quick! You're on!"
Leys found himself being shoved down a short hall and around a corner, through a series of doors, and up a ladder. And then he found himself on a catwalk looking down at a stage 40 feet below him, where actors dressed as Sith were terrorizing actors dressed as soldiers. A spotlight shined on Leys. On the catwalk in his white robes and silver armor he almost glowed, and the crowd collectively held their breaths as he belted out his line:
"Your reign of terror is at an end, Darth, and it was not short enough! Knight Avenger faces you now! Defend yourself!" Leys rolled his eyes. Nobody talks about themselves in the third person, he thought.
The 'Sith' turned their heads dramatically and recoiled in fear. They shouted, "Knight Avenger, the White Flame!"
And then stage fright gave way to instinct as Leys leaped acrobatically off the catwalk and plummeted forty feet to the stage below, landing with an impressive roll flowing into an upward diagonal slash with his lightsaber. They were training sabers but they felt real enough, and even though the combat was scripted Leys found he was able to sink into the comfortable embrace of the Force as the rhythms of battle began. The stage fight was coreographed to allow Leys the maximum opportunity to impress the crowd, and the only reason the actors could keep up with Leys at all was for this reason. He tried to keep in mind their skill levels as he pretended to kill them. Unnecessary flourishes, acrobatic leaps, and a range of kicks, throws, and Trakata saber tricks all made for a spectacular martial display, and Leys even threw in a few embellishes of his own. He enjoyed the chance to cut loose and show the public what a Jedi was capable of, though he knew he should be wary of such pride.
When both of his ne'er-do-well adversaries had been dispatched he kept his saber ignited and turned to the crowd, pointing it at them in a sort of salute and shouting, "I am the Vanguard of the Republic! Join me, and with your help we can restore what we lost! Every man, woman, and child has something to offer, and if we stand together," he motioned towards the two 'dead' 'Sith', "they cannot hope to stand against us!"
The crowd erupted into applause. And Leys smiled in spite of himself.
As their show ended, Leys stood in a showroom by a giant holographic display of a grand assembly of Jedi ready for battle, ready to receive the public. They had tried to get Leys to sit in a raised throne to meet the public but the idea had been so ludicrous that he didn't manage to stop laughing until they called it off.
The whole production team was still finding its footing.
After a few minutes of waiting, the crowd, guided by ushers, found its way to him. The meet-and-greet was easier than Leys had anticipated - in fact he found he sort of liked meeting with the public - but it did drag on. Still, he kept up the 'act' as best he could. No matter how many children asked in hushed tones if he had really beaten a Sith, no matter how many times he had to explain to a family how they could support the war effort, he tried to just positive and inspirational to everyone. When the last person had left, feeling like all the rest as though they could punch out a Sith themselves, Leys breathed a sigh of relief.
Combat
Birds squawked and cried, fleeing the trees and bushes in droves as the crackle and pop of plasma blades meeting shattered the night. Two red lightsabers sparked against Leys' blade, and he felt alive. He hadn't had a fight like this in months. He faced two Sith, and knew a third enemy lurked somewhere in the dark underbrush.
He swept forward in arcing steps, changing his blade's position ceaselessly as he closed with his opponent, a Mirialan. The other Sith, armored in metal plating, tried to flank the Jedi. But he wasn't going to let that happen.
Leys raised his blade as though to strike at the Mirialan from above, but switched his blade off mid-swing and dropped into a roll, reigniting the blade to swing at the back of the Sith's calves. The Sith, who had raised his blade to block, realized the feint just in time to twist and bring his blade down to block the real strike.
Leys used his momentum to spin to his feet and, with both Sith now in front of him, he began to play a game: his goal was to get his opponents to trip over each other. To that end he danced around the forest clearing, launching staccato assaults to drive them together, maneuvering around tree trunks and brush to limit their ability to surround him. Blaster bolts, fired by his mysterious third assailant, began to rip through the foliage around him in an attempt to slow him down. Leys, with two Sith closing in on him, turned in the direction of the blaster fire and took off towards it. Always a mediocre practitioner of Form III, he wished to remove the gunman from the fight as soon as possible, and as he swung around trees and leaped over brush he focused more on anticipating and dodging the blaster fire than attempting to deflect it.
Drawing on the Force to aid his senses and guide his body, the Jedi bounded through the forest like a tusk cat and charged the gunman as soon as he saw him. The poor soldier didn't have a chance.
Turning his attention back to the Sith, Leys once again pressed the attack. His cuts were sweeping but calculated, changing direction erratically and flowing smoothly into thrusts; he let the thrill of the fight and the will of the Force guide him. He didn't give his opponent a chance to think about mounting their own offense, and when he saw his opening he took it.
The Sith had parried too close to the crossguard of Leys' saber. Utilizing his momentum, leverage, and a distraction in the form of a swift kick aimed at the shins, Leys twisted his blade, catching the Sith's with his crossguard and disarming his opponent. He followed up by sweeping low at the kneecaps and then an elbow to the head. The Sith collapsed, crippled and unconscious.
Leys turned in time to catch the blade of his remaining opponent, who had freed himself of the forest and caught up. The Jedi could feel his opponent's rage like heat from a blast furnace.
Leys stirred the dry dirt beneath their feet with the Force and hurled it into his opponents face; the Jedi was admittedly pathetic with directed Force abilities, but he could do that much. He used the distraction to jump, kick off a nearby tree, twist, and arc a kick directly into the back of his opponent's armored head. This so disoriented the Sith that with a single Trakata guard pass -deignite, pass, ignite - he ended the fight.
Leys surveyed his handiwork. One of the Sith, though crippled and unconscious, was still alive; the armored Sith was not. He tagged the living one for pickup and took off towards the objective.
Through the trees he caught a glimpse of one of his camera droids, faithfully trailing him from a distance. You better have caught that, he thought, because I'm not doing it twice.
Equipment
NOTABLE PERSONAL EQUIPMENT
Crossguard Lightsaber
- Dual Phase
Modular Jedi Armor
- Nomex cloak
STARSHIP
None. Relies on LNC, the Jedi Order, or allies for transport.
CREDITS
Minimal. Most profits from productions go towards LNC, The Jedi Order, or funding various war funds.
DROID
Camera Drones
- Do not receive/send transmissions of any kind.
- Can wipe recordings if unauthorized user is detected.
PETS
A flowering potted ivy plant.
Template by @ZayPat, credit for original image sources to many many artists who make up a long list, and to Lucasfilm.
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