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Any suggestions? Also I would like to build relations with the other characters in the rp.


[hider=Jedi Shadow Miran Saleem]
[b]Name:[/b] Miran Saleem
[b]Species:[/b] Epicanthix (near-human)
[b]Age:[/b] 30
[b]Gender:[/b] Female
[b]Faction:[/b] Jedi Order
[b]Rank:[/b] Jedi Shadow
[b]Captive?[/b] Yes

[b]Appearance:[/b]

[img]http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2014/350/e/9/inquis_2_by_pheberoni-d89yo1k.jpg[/img]

Lightsaber:
[img]http://th04.deviantart.net/fs71/300W/i/2012/077/a/0/weapons_of_revan__double_bladed_lightsaber_by_dragonrider364-d4t70e6.jpg[/img]

I am fairly typical of my species, with the brown hair and the almond-shaped green eyes characteristic of many many Epicanthix. I ended up with my father’s freckles. Unfortunately, there’s loads of them. I’m mostly muscle, not soft like the sort of woman most men want, but it comes in handy in this line of work. Last time anyone checked, I was 5 foot 8 inches tall, and roughly 115 pounds, and I’ve got some pretty crazy scars. I was captured in a nondescript black tunic, leggings and boots, similar to traditional Jedi garments.

[b]Notable Race Traits:[/b] Human biology with three noticeable differences: 

- Longer Lifespan: An average of 130 standard years
- Epicanthic fold: a small fold of skin above the eyelid, common in Asian peoples of Earth
- A rare genetic immunity to Force-assisted mental tricks, influence, domination and mind reading

[b]Flaws:[/b]

Left Shoulder: A previous injury makes it impossible for me to raise my left arm very high, so I depend largely on using my right, a serious handicap especially when you wield a double bladed lightsaber. 

Paranoia: You try spending as much time with the Sith as I have, and not jump at the slightest surprise. I keep my secrets close for good reason.

Lack of Diplomacy: Don’t ask me to talk us out of a bad place, it won’t go over well.

Isolation: I am afraid lack of society that is not trying to kill me has made me susceptible to kindness. If I were to start caring, how would I keep from caring too much?

Battle Fever: I loose my mind in battle. Don’t get me wrong—I do not enjoy killing. It is only that the worst in me comes out when blood starts to spill.

[b]Skills:[/b]

-Tracking: It’s my job. I track down the Sith baddies and their toys and artifacts, and destroy them in the hopes that it will undermine their operations.

-Technology: In an incredibly technologically advanced civilization, it helps to know your way around a bit of technology. I’m not about to go designing droid interfaces, but I can disable most types fairly easily.

-Piloting: The ability to pilot space craft greatly increases one’s self reliance, or so I think. That’s why I got a pilot friend of mine to teach me how a while back.


-Lightsaber skills: I am a good fighter, specializing in the Jar’Kai (double blade) variant of the Ataru and Soresu forms, as Shadows carry double-bladed lightsabers. 

[b]Force capabilities:[/b]

-Basics: I’ve got the basics down fine, especially the mental skills. Those come in handy when I inevitably end up where my enemies don’t want me.

-Comprehend Speech: This has to be the single most useful tool I have while on a trail.

-Crucitorn: Just try to torture me. I dare you.


[b]Biography:[/b]
	
	My name is Miran Salem, and I was born on the planet Panatha in the Pacanth Reach, which—for those of you that are wondering—is one of the Outer Rim Territories on the edge of the galaxy. My parents were warriors, so I was with them little during the short part of my life that I was on Panatha. Instead I was raised by an old son of a blaster Mon Calamari droid trader named Ibtisaam Seach. It was he that recognized my ability with the force and turned me over to the Jedi. 

	I was certainly not considered anything special during my training years as a initiate and then a padawan. I got along with the other kids well enough, seeing as how I have basic social skills and was not so good as to be intimidating or so bad as to be looked down upon. In fact, the only skill I really shone in back then was fighting—which I don’t suppose is all that surprising, given my lineage. I would have been destined for a rather ordinary career as a Jedi if I had not been assigned to Master Sentinel Dumas Ch’gally as a padawan.

	Like all Sentinels, Master Ch’gally believed firmly in learning a large variety of skills, not just those that belong to the Jedi alone. Thus, he taught me a little of everything he knew as we travelled across the galaxy, rather than train at the Jedi temple. To be honest, I wasn’t the best student. Very little Master Ch’gally tried to teach me about diplomacy and culture stuck, though I ate up everything he gave me on the Force, fighting, tracking, and the Sith. I was ever the blood thirsty little thing in my youth.

	After he had nocked enough sense into my head for the rank of Jedi Knight, Ch’gally washed his hands of me, and recommended me for Shadow training. He was dead certain that I’d never make a good Sentinel, though I doubt he could have predicted how well I would adapt to life as a Jedi Shadow.Those few years of training between padawan and shadow were… difficult, to say the least. That in depth training was hardest thing I’ve ever gone through to date, though being a Sith prisoner might come close, if we don’t escape soon.

	I have been a Jedi Shadow for 12 years now, not as long as some, but a very respectable amount of time to have stayed alive when you live as we do, constantly behind enemy lines. I have killed and destroyed many in that amount of time, which is not an easy thing to live with, I can promise you that—even if they were enemies of the Jedi Order and the Republic. These days I’d give anything for true peace among the races of our galaxy, not the tense sort of draw we’ve been living in, what with the Council of First Knowledge still sending me out to destroy Sith artifacts.

	I had just gotten back from one such mission when the sacking of Coruscant began. It was an ordinary enough task: retrieve and destroy a Sith artifact that had the ability to make the wearer immune to mind tricks. I suppose the Council gave it to me because I’m immune to mind tricks, who knows. That just seems like the sort of connection a room of pompous, highly intelligent, and highly moral council members would make. Anyway, I got in and got the artifact okay after tracking the son of a Hutt down for nearly a month when I stumble across a karking droid in a place no droid was supposed to be (according to the ship’s log of security droid schedules). The bloody thing set off every alarm in the place before I could disable it, and before I knew it, I was flying for my life in some forsaken corner of the Outer Rim, being chased by a Sith Lord, a handful of Purebloods, and who knows how many droids. I think I lost their ship in a Mon Calamari ship market, but I can’t be sure. All I know for certain is that they weren’t there when I dumped the artifact in a volcano on Aaghra, on my way to Coruscant.

	The Jedi Temple was oddly quiet as I made my way towards the Council of First Knowledge where I would let them know that I was in and that my mission was a success—I was normally questioned in detail later. A passing padawan enlightened me to the reason why so little of our number were present; the Sith were suing for peace. Part of me rejoiced at this news, but somewhere deep inside I still had a nagging feeling. The Sith I had encountered lately certainly hadn’t acted like they were working towards peace…
 
	Mere hours after I reached the Temple, we were attacked by the karking mind-witch spawn. I go now to do what I can for the Order that has defined my life.

[b]Personality and/or Motivation:[/b] First and foremost, I do my duty to the Order. I’m not the coolest, most level-headed Jedi, but I get the job done. In my line of work, the ends matter before the means. I’d like to consider myself a logical, commonsense sort of person; I’ll be the one to tell you how it is. To be honest, my anxiety gets to me from now and then, and years of digging behind enemy lines has made me untrusting before my time (I’m only 30 after all). You could even go so far as to call me paranoid. I’m sick and tired of death and destruction. I’d give just about anything for peace.

[b]Player’s long term goals:[/b] I’d like to escape this farkled ship without loosing my mind or my Force alignment. I’d like true peace, though I doubt I’ll get it, and a less destructive career path, maybe as a Watchman. Maybe I’ll even work towards becoming a Master or training a few padawans. I don’t suppose they’d let me out of the Order at this point.

[b]Relations:[/b]

Jedi Master Kinsakwi'tetsu: Seven years ago, on a seemingly simple mission to uncover Sith involvement in a crime ring, I worked with Master Tetsu who ended up saving my life.

Sith Lord Sish: In return for saving my life, I swore to undermine the Sithspit that had taken two of Kinsakwi's fingers in whatever way possible. Due to my own hubris, Sish discovered me and defeated me in a duel by sinking his reptilian teeth into the flesh of my left shoulder. I survived thanks to Master Tetsu's surviving soldiers.
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anything in relation to Manaan and we'll likely know eachother (Jedi wise).

Also Jar'kai is dual blade combat, not double. The double bladed lightsaber form has no fancy name and is just called Double bladed lightsaber combat :P