-Basic Data-

Full Name: Sa Tomar
Homeworld: Cathar
Born: 109 BBY (Aged 58)

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-Physical Information-

Species: Cathar
Gender: Male
Physical Features: Sa Tomar stands at a fairly imposing 6'2. His height, coupled with his bulky physique makes him out to be perhaps the most intimidating of the Jedi currently on the council. His body is dotted with wounds and scars from previous battles, but the majority are masked by his thick black fur, which is decorated with jets of white.
Tomar has the face of a beast, gnarling fangs, striking blue eyes and a grizzled, fur-lined jaw. Despite this, he tends to keep a very professional and calm expression upon his face - although this side of him will quickly fade in battle, where he will enter a purely battle-focused state of mind and his inner Cathar will be unleashed upon those around him.
Sa Tomar tends to wear less restrictive clothing, only wearing his full robing when in the presence of the council, opting for a more combat-orientated attire when in action.
Cybernetics & Injuries: A great deal of battle scars. Many of the wounds he has sustained would not have been so easily survived for most species, but due to the Cathar's hardy nature he lives on without any disabilities or cybernetics.

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-Jedi Temple Records-

Role in the Jedi Order: Master. Seat on the High Council. Jedi General.
Master: Fuaq Prul, a long since deceased Quarren Jedi.
Apprentice: Mace Windu
Skills & Abilities: Although he has never truly found pure balance, Sa Tomar has, for many years, worked to try and reach a certain level of emotional control. Because of this he can channel passion, anger, and other such "dark side" emotions, without completely straying from the light. He still fails to perfect this, but it puts him at an advantage in many situations. Sa Tomar is also greatly experienced and wise, having seen a great deal in his years with the order.
Combat Style: Sa Tomar is talented in basic force maneuvers such as force-push and pull, but the vast majority of his training has contributed to his skills with a blade. He is considered a master with a lightsaber, most of all a double-bladed lightsaber, his weapon of choice. His mental balance helps him channel his power in combat.
Lightsaber: Sa Tomar is the only senior member of the Jedi Order to wield a double bladed lightsaber, a testament to his hand-to-hand skills and large size. The hilt is very sleek and smooth in design, and has a blue wraps strapped to it to improve grip. The colour of the crystal is that of a typical Jedi blue.

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-Personality Details-

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-Biographical Information-

Sa Tomar was born on the planet of Cathar, a land of rough craggy wastelands and savannas, governed by only primal, tribal authorities. The Cathar people remain wounded from the devastating Mandalorian wars which took place thousands of years prior, but have left behind a culture of slavery and disdain for outsiders. Due to this, it was quite unlikely for Sa himself to ever be taken under the Jedi Council's wing despite his strong force sensitivity. If he had any normal family lineage, he would most likely have remained on his homeworld and followed in typical Cathar tradition. However, his grandfather before him had been seen as an elder of his village. Sa's grandfather was wise, intellectual, and, like Sa, strong in the force - yet untrained in the Jedi way. Feeling the great potential within Sa that his own son did not possess, Sa's grandfather, after much persuasion, convinced Sa's reluctant parents to offer him to the Jedi Order.

Sa was instantly recognized as a great talent, showing exceptional ability in hand-to-hand combat in particular, but lacking in the balance that was essential for a Jedi to master. He lacked control, and his primal, beast-like emotions often set him loose. Yoda, fearing that Sa would go on to struggle with the dark-side, appointed Fuaq Prul, a Jedi Master known for his exceptional ability to control emotion. Sa was trained to shut away his darker emotions for the most part and instead focus on his own inner strength.

As a Jedi Knight, Sa Tomar was a indefensible weapon for the Order. He could single-handedly dispatch an entire rebel garrison and come out relatively unscathed. As he grew older, and matured, he managed to completely rid himself from hatred, and as a result, was held in very high regard by Yoda and the rest of the council. He continued to apply passion in his fighting styles, but he could never quite master the balance of anger and peace. A true turning point in his control of emotions was when his master, Fuaq Prul, was killed in a space skirmish - instead of falling in to a pit of despair he picked himself up and decided to continue his master's legacy.

Following the rescue of the young force-sensitive Mace Windu, who Yoda deemed a very conflicted, yet massively promising young Jedi, Sa Tomar was chosen to teach the boy. Sa saw great potential in Mace, and from a young age spent a great deal of time training him both in the art of hand-to-hand combat as well as guiding him trying to balance the force. Mace grew proficient in both techniques at an astounding rate, and by his late teens could almost match his master in a spar by tapping in to the mental techniques that he had been taught by both Sa and Yoda.

Due to his years of service and significance within the order, Sa Tomar was eventually granted the title of Jedi Master and was given a seat on the High Council. At this time, Mace was still his apprentice. But only three years later, Mace was granted the title of Jedi Knight and was no longer Sa's padawan. Despite this, the two continued to work closely and teach each-other new techniques.

-Basic Data-

Full Name: Wherd Trasso
Homeworld: Ord Mantell
Born: 123 BBY (Aged 72)

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-Physical Information-

Species: Ithorian
Gender: Male
Physical Features: He is elderly, now entering the last quarter of his life according to the average Ithorian lifespan. Due to this, he is visibly aged and slightly wizened. Although all Ithorian are hunchbacked, he is even more so crouched over, and his walking and sight is not that of a young man. His skin is the typical blue-grey of an Ithorian. He is fairly short in height and slim in frame.
Cybernetics & Injuries: He is normally seen wearing a visor over his eyes to improve his sight due to his old age.

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-Skills & Details-

Affiliations: Galactic Republic. Ties with the Jedi Order.
Skills & Abilities: Trasso is a politician and a philosopher. He has no physical skills, but mentally and socially he is very skilled.
Force Sensitive: Yes, though he is far too old to be trained.

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-Personality Details-

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-Biographical Information-

Wherd Trasso was born in an Ithorian colony in the capital city of Ord Mantell in the Mid Rim. Born to an upper class household, Trasso received an excellent education and became a political figurehead in the city at a very young age. During his teenage years he discovered that he was strong with the force, and was offered training by the Jedi Order. He respectfully declined, instead pursuing a life in politics, which led him to soon be elected as Senator of the city, a role which he kept for several decades.

As Senator of Ord Mantell, Trasso built a strong relationship with the Jedi Order, who he was a great supporter of. Despite choosing not to follow the path of a Jedi, Trasso was a devout believer of the force and it's significance in the universe, forging a close relationship with Grand Master Yoda and often coming to the Jedi for his wisdom. With the Order firmly in his favor, Trasso stood for election as Supreme Chancellor of the Republic in 56 BBY, winning marginally and taking his seat at the head of the Republic.

Trasso's first term as Chancellor was considered a prosperous time for the Republic, and any corruption within the Senate was certainly not common knowledge, though some did criticize him for his leniency with the Jedi Order, as Trasso essentially granted them the freedom to act as they wished within Republic space. Nonetheless, he had the majority of people on his side and he was voted in for another four years in 52 BBY.

-Basic Data-

Full Name: Sia Awen
Homeworld: Ord Mantell
Born: 69 BBY

-Physical Information-

Species: Human
Gender: Female
Physical Features: Sia is a short lithe human. She has an attractive face and dull red brown hair. She has facial tattoos from before the time she was bought to the Temple
Cybernetics & Injuries: None

-Jedi Temple Records-

Role in the Jedi Order: Padawan
Master: TBD
Skills & Abilities: Gifted in telekinetics.
Combat Style: Sia's prefered approach is to attack unrelentingly using the force and her light saber to give her opponents too many things to focus on. Its an approach which relies on ending the fight as quickly as possible.
Lightsaber: Very Standard Blue Lightsaber

-Personality Details-

Sia is a brash headstrong young Padwan. She believes that older Jedi are too hidebound and undervalue their own abilities. Believing its better to ask for forgiveness than permission, Sia frequently acts on her own impulses. Sia has a strong moral code and is more than willing to jump into action even it it means facing overwhelming odds.

Sia approaches the world with unrelenting enthusiasm. She accepts authority when she believes it is right (when it agrees with her) and takes her punishment with good grace when this causes her problems. Sia is friendly and open to others and tends to trust that everyone is as straight forward as she is. When this turns out not to the case she tends to take it personally and act to redress the scales.

-Biographical Information-

Sia was born in the gutter on Ord Mantell. Dumped in the street by a drug addicted mother she grew up running with the street gangs, resorting to a life of petty crime to survive. Young Sia always seemed to have a knack for thievery, she had an uncanny ability to know when she was being watched and when she was clear. When she was caught she could always run a little faster, jump a little further and do whatever was necessary to get away.

It might have been her fate to eek out an existence as a slightly better than average criminal if she hadn't encountered a man in the marketplace one day. The stranger didn't appear rich, but he wore a brown cloak and took pains to conceal himself. Her interest piqued Sia followed the stranger as he went about his business. When the opportunity arose she slipped closer and attempted to lift a cylindrical object that hung from his belt. Moving faster than anyone she had ever seen, his hand shot out and seized her by the wrist.

Rather than being angered, the Jedi, as it was revealed he was, was amused. He sensed her talent and dragged the girl off to the Jedi Temple to begin her training.

-Basic Data-

Full Name: Holowan Laboratories L0 reconnaissance and logistics droid, model K in-field excision droid. Unit 4
Homeworld: Republic Senate on Coruscant
Manufactured: 91 BBY

-Physical Information-

Species: Class-Four Tactical Droid
Gender: Exhibits masculine programming
Physical Features: Specially treated durasteel chassis, Senate Commando Blue unit markings, various scorch marks and light battle damage, 2.2 meters in height, red sensors
Cybernetics & Injuries: Concealed magnetic towcable, computer terminal interface (personal modification) See Republic Service Record, Republic Seat Maintenance Logs, and Holowan Laboratories Manufacturer Manual for complete details

-Skills & Details-

Affiliations: Republic Senate Commandos, Coruscant Intelligence
Skills & Abilities: Extensive knowledge of military history, ship and vehicle schematics, and weapons training
Combat Style: Tactical analysis, reconnaissance, counterterrorism, for complete a list, see Republic Service Record
Weaponry, Equipment & Armour: Specialized Durasteel armour plating, DC-15 blaster rifle, thermal detonators, concealed wrist blaster, stun gauntlet, limited-use reflector shield generator
Force Sensitive: N/A

-Personality Details-

L0-K4 is considered buggy by most civilians who meet him. L0K, as the other members of his unit call him, has developed an odd personality trait for a droid: he has become fond of gambling. He has a sterling service record and extensive training, which prevents his memory core from being wiped. However, do to the complex nature of his strategic abilities, he spends large portions of his downtime studying games of chance. He records and reports his analysis of each event to a Civil Statistician terminal in the Census Ministry, with whom he compares his ideas on the subject.

L0K is known to keep bets and scores with his fellow servicemembers during missions. One fellow commando was reported to tell of a mission in which, during a convoy escort of a stranded senator, L0K started a game to see who could eliminate the most mynocks without discharging their firearms. His fellow unit members and L0K's superiors all note his quirks have never hindered his ability to functional optimally, however much it may have unnerved some of those around him.

-Biographical Information-

L0-K4 was commissioned for the Galactic Republic Senate Guards. He was created to augment the Senate Commandos in protecting the Senate and preventing foreseeable terrorist strikes. For the roughly 50 years that L0K has served in the Senate Commandos, he has maintained a 98.41% "Resolved" rate on all incident investigations. Additionally, L0K has participated in hundreds of field missions in the course of his career. Each time final reports from his superiors conclude that L0-K4 is an indispensable asset to the Senate Commandos and their work.

However a specific "Unresolved Incident" case has haunted L0K for over a decade. It was an unforeseen insurgent strike; well planned and surgical. Most puzzlingly, they took a vast collection of seemingly useless census data from a the storage levels beneath the Republic Capital building. There were several civilian and security deaths during the attack, however no sufficient evidence or leads were ever uncovered.

-Basic Data-

Full Name: Menn Grax Lutaro
Homeworld: Iridonia
Born: 87 BBY (age 36)

-Physical Information-

Species: Zabrak
Gender: Male
Physical Features: He is 6'4" with a slim physique and average musculature. No particular distinguishing markings to speak of except on his face, which mark the Iridonian clan he was born into before being given over to the Order as an infant.
Cybernetics & Injuries: He has a cybernetic right hand after an accident where he rescued a small child who had climbed inside a bulk freighter's thruster nozzle. The child was unharmed, but the thruster nozzle's firing seared off most of Menn's right arm at the elbow. He was exactly 30 when this happened.

-Jedi Temple Records-

Role in the Jedi Order: Jedi Master
Padawan: Sia Awen
Mastered Force Abilities: Force Protect, Force Heal
Skills & Abilities: Basic slicing, intermediate medical treatment, and an uncanny aptitude for quick astronavigation (blind hyperspace jumps, finding things like jettisoned fighter pilot couches that have been neutralized by ion cannon and are floating dead in black space, et cetera.)
Combat Style: Menn is a Jedi Consular, meaning he focuses more on the use of the Force in combat as opposed to a skill-based Sentinel or a physically-oriented Guardian. He has mastered the lightsaber form of Soresu, which compensates for his lack of Guardian-focused physical prowess, allowing him to defend almost indefinitely while focusing on assisting his allies with the Force. Normally someone of such an impressive physique would be seen using one of the more powerful stances like Juyo, Shii-cho or Djem So, but not Menn. His philosophy is a good defense creates opportunities for a good offense.
Lightsaber: Menn's saber hilt is bone-white, carved out of a bantha tusk he bought while on Coruscant at the Jedi Academy. The saber color is most definitely green, as befitting a Consular (although the saber color can vary if the lightsaber's components are unorthodox).

-Personality Details-

Menn has near infinite patience. He is accustomed to long periods of waiting. Impulsive acts, especially ones that can lead to undue violence (especially loss of life) are about the only way to get any kind of rebuke out of him, let alone an actual rise out of him. Aside from being slow to anger, Menn has a jaded sense of humor well beyond his only thirty-odd years. He enjoys the occasional practical joke so long as it doesn't interfere with a mission, exercise cruelty, or leave someone open to fear.

He is the epitome of the strong, silent type. If something needs to be said, he prefers to be reactive as opposed to proactive. In fact, he is so reactive that he is prone to indecision. This could hurt him some day if he ever hesitates for too long on the field of battle.

-Biographical Information-

Being that Menn is one of those Jedi that were taken from their homeworld at infancy, there's not much to be said about his (Menn's) childhood. When he was nearly one-year-old, a passing Jedi Master by the name of Xila Neru, a female Zeltron, sensed the raw midi-chlorians within the young Zabrak and strove to contact his parents and ask permission to test the child. Upon that test reaching a positive conclusion, and after the experienced Xila had finished her diplomatic mission on Iridonia, she returned to the parents' home and explained to them what their child being Force sensitive could mean. In the end, Menn's parents reluctantly gave their child up to Xila who returned, baby Menn in her arms, to the Jedi Order.

Though she did not raise him directly, Xila followed Menn's progress within the Temple very closely between missions. It turned out that Menn's patience and kindness towards others struck a chord within Xila, who happened to be more of a firebrand. When Menn turned thirteen, the Council gave permission to release Venn into Xila's custody as her Padawan learner. This meant that Venn would remain at the Temple, but under instruction directly from Xila herself.

One difficulty in their training made itself clear early. Xila's chosen Ataru and Shii-cho lightsaber styles were not a good fit at all for young Menn. One day Xila spied Menn haggling with a Coruscanti merchant over the price of a bantha tusk. The way he argued his point so defensively while still remaining receptive to the concerns of the other struck Xila as a characteristic of the Soresu form: defense above all. Upon Menn's return to the Temple, Xila began instructing the young Zabrak in the ways of the Soresu form. Within a mere half an hour, Menn managed to master blaster bolt deflection from as many as seven drones. Master Neru could only stand off to the side and gape, though she quickly shut her mouth when Menn noticed. "I think....we found your style, my apprentice!" she exclaimed enthusiastically, grinning. "Don't be so excited, Master," Venn mused sagely. "I'm only thirteen and haven't grown into my adult body yet. I have a long way to go." It was then Xila realized just how special her Padawan was.

Three years of constant training later, Xila was officially awarded the title of Jedi Master and her apprentice received an actual Padawan braid; which of course he accepted with grace beyond his years while Xila was beaming ear-to-ear and could barely contain herself. The newly minted duo went on many a mission together; some successful and some ended so embarrassingly that neither Xila nor Menn wanted to speak of them again. Ever since his sixteenth birthday, Menn had constructed his first - and only - lightsaber, using the very same bantha tusk he'd haggled for three years ago as the hilt.

On one of those missions that turned out to be equal parts embarrassing and instructive, the duo had joined up with another Master/Padawan team and were the first in a long line of Jedi teams hoping to put an end to the endless civil war on Melida/Daan. Menn and Xila both got most of their clothes scorched off by a plasma grenade while the other Master/Padawan team could only look on in bemused horror. This taught the budding duo the important values of patience and humility. Patience because Xila had rushed into a fray without thinking, Menn following her blindly because she had never steered him wrong. Humility because no one is perfect, not even a Jedi. After Xila Neru's untimely death to save Menn's life in the ruins of Malachor III, this would remain as one of his fondest memories of his old master....though not because he witnessed a naked female Zeltron who was quite physically exquisite as was the norm for her race.

When Master Xila died via an ancient Sith poison trap, young Menn was not so young anymore, having grown up to be a fine twenty-four-year-old. He had been granted permission three years prior to cut off his Padawan braid, but he had refused, claiming that his bond with his Master overrode the need to be rid of a symbol of inferiority. The Council didn't bother to admonish Menn that padawans were no more inferior to their masters than vice versa. Menn had already demonstrated through his actions and words that being a Master was in itself a teaching experience. Words that caught Xila off guard yet again by the sage wisdom that seemed to pour from her apprentice's mouth on a daily basis.

Anyway, at age 24, upon his escape from the caves of Malachor III, hunted by a long dead Sith Lord Force-imbued spirit, Menn was granted the title of Jedi Knight and, with more than a few silent tears from Menn himself, his Padawan braid was ceremonially severed. He kept the braid with him at all times up until present day as a reminder of whom he had served for so long. For the next twelve years, Menn went on missions throughout the Jedi Order, always paying special attention to long, drawn out missions that required him to place his grief for Xila aside. Grief leads to anger, anger leads to hate, hate leads to suffering. Well Menn was done being a slave to suffering. Instead he vowed to help end the suffering of others wherever he encountered it.

So it is written that Menn became one of the most decorated Jedi Knights in their thousand-strong corps of veterans. Yet he remained humble and kind through it all. Material gains and comfort meant nothing to him. At age thirty-six, there were rumors about Menn being the youngest person ever to be named to the Jedi Council after one Master of Yoda's species passed away. In an effort to distance himself from all the attention, Menn accepted an offer from Jedi Master Sa Tomar to come along with a group of younger Jedi Knights and apprentices on a secret mission to investigate the Hutt Cartel's most recent bundle of shady dealings. Another venerated, older apprentice about to be Knighted, Mace Windu, served as even more incentive to lure Menn away from the rumors beckoning him back to a more administrative role in the Order on Coruscant. For the first time in his life, Menn discovered that he had been craving action....and craving excitement was a road to the dark side. This thought planted a miniscule seed of fear in Menn's secret heart of hearts. Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate, hate leads to the dark side.....

-Padawan Story-

In regards to Menn's Padawan, he was wandering the streets of Ord Mantell post-mission one day and happened upon her rather by accident. The young human female attempted to pickpocket Menn's lightsaber. She did it so skillfully in fact that had Menn not had the Force, he would have been hard-pressed to even feel a rush of air. He gazed into the human girl's eyes, taking her measure. "What is your name, young one?" he asked, a bemused smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He didn't know why he was calling her "young one" being that he wasn't even thirty-five, but decided to roll with it.

He soon after learned her name was Sia Awen, though on the first attempt, she'd slyly tried to give him a fake name, not knowing how easy it was for a Jedi to detect falsehood. It occurred to Menn as he was taking the girl's measure that she had a strong affinity for the Force. In further conversation, she did seem rather brash and quick to anger about some things. Another downside was that she was far too old for conventional training. Despite all the negative thoughts telling him not to, Menn Lutaro made perhaps his first "rash" decision as a Jedi Knight. "Say, Sia, how would you like to become a Jedi Knight?" he posed the question after about two minutes of Menn gently reprimanding her for thievery and then eight more minutes of idle chatter.

Sia's reaction to this was hard to read, but she gave a generic affirmative. With that out of the way, Menn invited her onto his Ambassador-class shuttle for a proper midi-chlorian test. When the result was positive, the two set forth from Ord Mantell to Coruscant. The next four years Menn personally trained his new apprentice with the grudging assistance of the Temple masters here and there. Master Yoda in particular was not fond of Menn's decision to take on Sia as his apprentice. "Strong in the Force this girl is. Too old to learn new tricks, some aak dogs are, hm?" Yoda had followed up the jibe by jabbing his gimer stick into Menn's shin, causing the newly minted Master to grimace. "Hope you know what you're doing, I do. Grave consequences for us all, if not." Then the ancient Master had turned away and offered no further advice to either of them during Sia's training.

On the topic of Sia's training, it turned out she was a natural Jedi Sentinel what with her natural non-Force-based abilities in addition to being a Jedi. Menn initially tried to train her in his own favored lightsaber form of Soresu, but it turned out young Sia chose (pick one) instead befitting her (reasons here).