[b]Name:[/b] Gregur Grein (Gregor green)
[b]Gender:[/b] Male
[b]Race:[/b] Kiffar/Mirialan
[b]Appearance:[/b] 5'6" 120 left handed and often wearing several layers with thick gloves but stops before it looks out of place. For now the only tattoos on his face are a series of forest diamonds in a single stripe across the nose and cheeks of his emerald skin.
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[b]Personality: [/b]
He wears as many layers on the outside as he does on the inside. Due to his sensitive nature and natural ability to read an object by mere touch, he avoids physical contact to prevent an accidental reading. He seems curt in conversation, saying the minimum needed, but in truth he is more distracted than rude by keeping his mental walls up. If allowed to just be himself, he is a kind and empathic soul who has learned to enjoy himself by sitting in a room and just listen to whatever anyone has to say.
[b]Backstory/History:[/b]
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Son of a Guardian Of Kiffar and a passing Mirialan scoundrel she had arrested for being far more than just lucky. She raised him as a single mother could on a cops salary, taking up a desk job in the evidence room where she could keep an eye on him as needed is where he first showed signs of his psychometric powers, a racial ability he wasn't expected to inherit due to his impure blood. He told his mother of what he saw when he touched a box, images and sounds mostly, but what he described helped turn the case over to an arrest. For the next several years, his mother helped train and focus his abilities to a powerful edge the guardians could use to keep their people safe. A psychometric was uncommon but not any more than one in a hundred, what set him above was his skill that sat on peer with full adults while he is only a teen.
Soon enough his sensitivity was considered more than just a racial paragon and soon hw was off to the new temple to see if he had what it would take to be a jedi.
[b]Strengths:[/b]
He is highly empathic, reading peoples body language and facial ticks makes him a fair combatant by being able to read the telegraph of the incoming attack as well as a negotiator to tell when he is gaining or loosing a target.
[b]Weaknesses:[/b]
He is skilled at controlling himself and sensing others, but the skills needed to alter his surroundings seems to evade him at every turn.
As strong as his psychometrics are, he's witnessed a murder through the eyes of the victim, it haunts his sleep and has made him warry of physical contact to not catch another accidental reading.
[b]Abilities/Skills:[/b]
Psychometric: A racial ability of the his mothers Kiffar clan magnified by his anonymous fathers force sensitive bloodline. He has the potential to be one of the best since Quinlan Vos.
In order to avoid an over reliance on the psychic skill, he has studied proper forensic pathology through the planetary police force in order to be able to gather data from his environment. That was before his life decided to take a step to the left.
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[b]Name: [/b]
[url=http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Rodese]Bodonawieedo[/url] of the [url=http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Bomu_Clan]Bomu[/url] clan, but that is rather long to say so many agree to call him Besh-Besh (B-B) or just 'Besh'
[b]Age:[/b]36
[b]Gender[/b]Male
[b]Race:[/b]Rodian
[b]Jedi Class:[/b] Sentinel
[b]Appearance:[/b]
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[b]Bio: [/b]
His story starts with his mother and her time not-quite being a jedi. She was force- sensitive, as many Rodians are, but not enough to obtain a master before it was time to join one of the other branches, she chose the medical corps due to their few numbers meant what she did would make a bigger difference. She was tending to the result of a gang war between two rivals in the lower levels, a leader of street thugs with grievous injuries, when she discovered her patient's mechanical arm had a storage compartment full of lightsaber parts. Apparently this man was a jedi investigator in deep cover within the gangs to try and keep an ear to the ground for criminal activity while leading his people in less harmful expressions of gang life. 

He couldn't let her reveal who he was so he 'kidnapped' her for his personal medic in the gang, that is where she met the mighty [url=http://www.swagonline.net/sites/default/files/images/dredwulf60/2005/Jan/2787.jpg]Koobis[/url] and fell in smitten. Over a year, smitten shifted to something more with the jedi encouraging their relationship to curb the gang members violent tendencies and soon she was gravid with child. Knowing the medic was already sensitive for the force, the hidden jedi spent much of his time meditating over her growing child to see if they could cultivate a stronger child as pregnant jedi were nearly unheard of since the order didn't want to establish 'bloodlines' within the temple or its teachings.

Her time away from the order is what saved her life as well as the jedi knight when order 66 passed through the galaxy, wiping out all traces of the past in either conversion or cremation. The jedi decided to move his criminal energy into a smuggling operation, the whole gang stole an old freighter and ran with 'jedi relics' they could sell on various black markets. A dangerous ploy, but it was more likely in the new empire to find looters rather than jedi selling their most ancient treasures. 

Try as they might, the two seemed unable to have a child with naught but miscarriages along the way. After twenty years and some expensive therapies that wiped out their holdings, they managed to finally have a son on Corruscant

For the next sixteen years he was raised on the ship, his 'family' taught him the ways of the criminal, how to hide, how to steal, how to survive. The former jedi taught him the ways of the force but not the jedi and how to enhance his skillset with the power inside him. His father taught him how to hunt like a rodian should as well as how to fight for the lives of others, his mother taught him how to heal and alien anatomy to help harm the enemies he would have to face. 

Sadly one of those enemies faced was a hutt who didn't take no for an answer, when the hutt wanted his mom for 'her' collection, she sent an Aracona bounty hunter to collect but only succeeded in killing the former jedi. After dismissing the Arcona with great prejudice, he took the addicted aliens salt collection and came to talk terms with the hutt. He had ground the sodium chloride and loaded it into a slugthrower scattergun so when it came for 'aggressive negotiations' he left the salt sensitive gastropod in a pile of her own dissolving sludge.

Now with a ridiculous bounty on his head, he had to flee his whole family to keep them safe. His mother gave him the parts of the lost knights saber to make one for himself and her trench knife. He spent the next year running before he came upon the blond human in all black.

[b]Personality:[/b]
He isn't dark as much as he is practical. He had to live his life as a criminal to survive on the run even though he never knew he was running from in the first place. He steals things habitually in case they can be useful later from components in a droid shop to jewelry off someones wrist. He naturally tries to move in a stalking stride and clings to places he can hide. He has strong need for family ties and can be lead astray with such promises.

[b]Lightsaber:[/b]
His lightsaber was once his [url=http://www.hanzoswords.com/assets/images/a17-xl1452.jpg]vibro knife[/url] that he would use in close combat or affix to his rifle as a bayonet. the vibroblade was a gift from his mother and so he thought of it as a lucky charm of sorts and honored her by making it into his lightsaber. With the blade as well as the vibrational engine replaced with the lightsaber components, it now serves as a spiked knuckle for him to use if lethal force is not needed when un-ignited.

His 'style' of combat is similar to bayonet and lightsaber pike maneuvers, mixing lightsaber movements with full auto fire to try and score a blow of any kind. He is aware the greatest flaw in the style is the gun itself as it can easily be cut through but the benefit of the longer shaft is the extra strength and leverage he can generate with greater ease.[/hider]