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Emaela Sycron


Jedi Guardian • Knight • Level 1 • Force Sense & Energy Manipulation

Brentaal IV - Jedha • Human • Female • 24

Eva Green • Theme​

Character Information​

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Emaela’s sharp, green eyes peer at you from a thin, hawkish face. When not pulled back in a twist or bun, her long, black hair billows around her face and thin frame. At 5’ 7” and far from physically bulky, Emaela relies on her wit, speed, dexterity, and concealment skills when her curiosity gets her into sticky situations. Given the ongoing conflict, she opts to wear medium armor instead of the traditional Jedi robes.


During happier times as a youngling, Emaela often wore a mischievous smile. Usually after finding an especially valuable piece of salvage or pulling some prank or another. Since beginning her training as a Jedi and becoming aware of the atrocities happening across the galaxy, her laugh lines have faded into a solemn expression. She searches for reasons to smile, but they are often few and far between.

[/tab][tab=Biography] Emaela was born on Brentaal IV to an 18-year-old force-sensitive refugee named Apherala Sycron. Apherala was soon after discovered by Jedi and convinced to leave her young daughter and join their ranks to defend the galaxy. As such, Emaela’s only memories of a family are of the scavenger-trader couple that took her in.


Though they weren’t blatantly abusive, they simply valued Emaela for her use in collecting treasure, particularly from hard-to-reach places. As a scrawny child with a “knack” for finding things, she was a valuable asset. Reflecting later as a young adult, Emaela realized how tenuous her situation had been, and wondered how she would have fared if her force-sensitivity hadn’t provided her foster parents an income in valuable baubles. Still, she was fed and sheltered and led a relatively comfortable childhood. That all changed when a passing Jedi recognized her force-sensitivity and brought her to the Temple on Jedha for training.


Emaela she was still a youngling when she began her training, but the ongoing conflict meant that her education was rushed and truncated. Combat forms did not come easily to her, and she was pushed to her limit daily. She barely attained passable mastery of lightsaber combat. Instead, her strengths lay in heightening her mental acuity and senses. She also took a great interest in meditation and altering her immediate environment with the Force.

Having mostly participated in small skirmishes and more covert missions, the battle on Ilium was one of her first experiences with the harsh brutality of war. Sensing the burst of dark energy from the dark kyber crystal, Emaela survived only by throwing up a raw force shield on pure instinct—an act which completely drained her and almost killed her anyway. Even upon regaining consciousness, it was a struggle for her to move, and it was days until she was able to make her way off Ilium.




Battered in mind and body, she has returned to the only home she knows-- the Jedi Temple on Jedha. Despite having great faith in the Jedi Code, she disagrees with the many paths the Jedi sects are taking, and finds herself close to despair at seeing the Order so broken. She has continued to train and meditate with the Jedi Guardians, trying to make sense of her experiences and help determine the best path forward. [/tab][tab=Personality]

Stoic and calculating, Emaela takes the Jedi Code seriously. She constantly strives to realize its truth, and is dedicated to cultivating rational thought and mindfulness. She will even go so far as to voice criticisms of her superior’s decisions if she sees a more effective solution or if she thinks their judgement is clouded by emotion. She has an adaptive, quick mind and relies on wit and problem solving rather than brute strength. Her meditation practice enables her to pause between stimulus and reaction, to reflect on the best course of action. She is naturally curious, and enjoys seeking out mysteries of the galaxy and puzzling over the Force.


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• 2x dusty Jedi Robes (tan and forest green; rarely worn).
  
  
• The brilliant blue lightsaber she crafted during her training.
  
  
• Medium Armor (her preferred garments).
  
  
• Her trusty ST-9 Starfighter.
  

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[Kyria]

Kakori Tychaithis



“kah-KOR-ee tih-KAI-thhis”

AGE

► 33​

SPECIES

► Human​

HEIGHT

► 5’5”​

WEIGHT

► 115lbs​

EYE COLOR

► Yellow-orange​

HAIR COLOR

► Red​

HOMEWORLD

► Cyrillia​

GENDER

► Female​

FACTION

► Jedi Exile​

RANK

► Apprentice​

FORCE SENSITIVITY

► Trained​

[tabs] [tab=Biography]Living on the planet of Cyrillia made for a miserable childhood. The only existence Kakori knew was an aching body and numb mind, as she hauled and sorted heavy loads of scrap for Serv-O-Droid, Inc. She was eleven when she realized that her life was meaningless and that she didn’t care if she lived or died. She sat down on the floor between a pile of alloy casings and photoreceptors and refused to move. And when the overseer walked over to bark orders and prod her with the stun baton, a deep source of strength inside of her surfaced. She reached out with her mind and gripped his throat. There was a satisfying crunching-squelch as his neck seemingly imploded.


After that, she was sold and shipped from slaver to slaver, until an Exile by the name of Dokimas bought her for 475 credits. He was distant, and taught her just enough to make her useful in defending him or distracting the enemy. The rest of her skills she learned by watching him from a distance, then emulating what she had seen in her few, precious moments of time alone or, more often, directly in combat.


She watched many of the Exiles she fought alongside channel their emotions. They burned hot, and lashed out with their fury, hatred, or pain. Kakori knew she was different. The well of power that seemed to sit in the pit of her stomach was cold. It felt like the void of utterly empty space. Like a black hole, waiting to swallow up anything in its path. A searing wound in her mind, not the result of any one enemy or event, but her very continued existence.


As Kakori grew, she learned how to focus and call forth power from that anguish of existence. Each time the young darksider entered combat she thought, “Maybe this is the one. Maybe this is the battle I will die in.” She fought with the ferocity of one who has nothing to lose. She made mistakes. Her recklessness cost Kakori her right arm during a battle with Republic forces on Daalang. She rushed ahead of her Master and their compatriots, and was caught in a face-off between two Jedi Knights. A misplaced swing of her lightsaber ended with her arm severed below the elbow. Disgusted by her risk-taking and apparent incompetence, Master Dokimas saved her life by dispatching the Jedi, but abandoned her shortly thereafter.


Yet Kakori continues to survive and hone her skill in killing her opponents. Though she can still be headstrong and impulsive, her recklessness has been tempered with better judgement from her experiences. Now, she drifts from world to world, searching for a battle worth dying for. [/tab]



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Kakori typically sports a side-swept red bob, her habitually robed armor, and an eerie smile. Her gaze upon you seems to linger just a little too long. Her range of expression tends to vary between a strangely accurate impression of a dead fish on a good day, and a snarl of thinly-veiled loathing—hopefully not directed at you—on a not-so-good day.


Moving with a smooth gait, Kakori easily blends in to the background when she so chooses. However, the glint of metal can be seen coming from the durasteel, cybernetic arm that is joined to her flesh just below her right elbow. In groups and gatherings she tends to be reserved; she is the type to stand with her back against the wall and watch the proceedings—at least until her patience runs out.




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[tab=Personality]As a nihilist and determinist, Kakori is typically deeply depressed. She believes it is impossible to break free from the push and pull of the dual sides of the force, and therefore an action is never in actuality the creation of its actor. The way Kakori sees it, this understanding of reality can lead to two conclusions: either peaceful acceptance of the meaningless of life, or violent defiance of the absurdity of life.

Kakori struggles between these two extremes, often being prone to mood swings and volatile outbursts. She is not one to deliberate and can make snap judgments without thinking things through. Though she is not typically ambitious for the sake of power over others, she has no sense of loyalty and cooperates with others—or overpowers them—out of a sense of necessity.

Though her depression can be a curse, Kakori has also learned to use it as a source of power, channeling it as other darksiders channel their anger or hatred.[/tab]



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• 1 Bright red lightsaber
• 2 blaster pistols
• 4 sets of well-worn robes in various monochrome colors
• 1 set of Exile Inquisition Armor
• 1 MR-Series Utility Astromech droid
• 1 B-Series Fathier-Class Light Freighter, co-piloted by the MR Astromech
• 1 Terrex T-12 Speeder Bike
• 1 Durasteel cybernetic arm, right side

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