Name: Ozrick Telgan
Age: 27
Sex: Male
Species: Human (Tarisian)
Force Sensitive: Yes
Affiliation: Jedi Guides

Appearance:


Abilities:

Piloting, Ozrick is an Ace pilot, thanks to his training during the Taris Mandalore War, and his time as apart of the Taris Constubalry, he's proficient flying star-fighter, shuttles, and freighters. Ozrick's exceptional piloting skills are primarily the result of his latent force sensitivity and is where his potential with the force is most apparent.

Blasters, Ozrick is handy with a Blaster pistol as his primary weapon.

Basic Lightsabers, Ozrick has decent grasp of Shii-Cho, but not to the point where he is considered worthy to build his own.

Jedi Apprentice, Ozrick has the forces powers of a Jedi Apprentice who is close to graduating to Knight.

Intuition, Ozrick’s jedi training has focused on using the force to enhance his intuition. These sensations come to him as waves of emotion, dourness and dread about negative intuitions, and happiness and excitement for positive intuitions.

Possessions:

Besides his clothes, keys, and random lint in his pockets, Ozrick carries a:

JH-414 Heavy Blaster
A holo-com
Apprentice Training Saber (Blue)
Taris Constabulary Detective Badge
A pair of relatively useless but stylish goggles.
Personality:

Ozrick is a duty focused man, always focused on the singular objective that he sees as his mission. This makes him narrow sighted but tirelessly driven.

As a result of his being a decorated pilot, the revelation of his force sensitivity and subsequent quick promotion to detective, has left him with an inflated ego. His arrogance is a defensive mechanism against those who would doubt him because of his age. The last few years of war and crime have also left him with an irreverent sense of humor as a coping mechanism. His training has given him a more serene and harmonious outward disposition that you would expect from a Jedi, but the facade is prone to cracking often.

OPTIONAL BACKSTORY:

A member of the Tarisian working class, as a youth Ozrick was obsessed with swoop racing and dreamed of being a champion racer one day. This love of speed and adrenaline was what lead Ozrick to join the Tarisian Space Fleet at 17. When he was 19, the remaining Mandolrian clans declared war on Taris. The conflict would be known as the Last Taris Mandalorian war, the complete destruction of the Mandalorian’s was forecast by the sheer numbers alone. The entire Star fleet of the the one of the outer rims most prodigious shipyards versus just over one thousand mandalorian pilots. The mandalorians fleet was perhaps unrivaled in skill the entire galaxy, but against the might of the Tarisian capitol ships it was only a matter of time before they were overwhelmed. During the war Ozrick was assigned as a star fighter escort for one of the fleets capitol ships.

The Mandalorains didn’t make it easy on them, the clan’s fully intended to go out in a blaze of glory. The first engagement with tens of thousand of drone fighters destroyed (together roughly equalling the GDP of a small planet) and the death of one hundred mandalorian pilots. Despite the losses, not a single Tarisian perished so it was reported as a decisive victory, filling the Tarisian fleet with even more confidence than it already had. The initial confrontation turned out to be a ruse, a sacrifice meant to boost the Tarisian’s confidence so that they would blindly accept false intelligence and lead their capitol ships into an ambush. As the fleet flew into a nebula in order to confront the mandalorian space-station; Ozrick’s intuition manifested itself in an intense sense of dread which caused him to hold back from his assigned sector. As soon as the capitol ship entered the nebula the mandalorians launched their ambush, destroying half the capitol ships and their escorts in a single sortie. Had Ozrick stayed he would have been vaporized before he’d seen the enemy. Instead during the resulting mayhem Ozrick distinguished himself as an ace, downing four bombers and six starfighters in a single engagement. After several more costly engagements they finally crushed the mandalorians. After the war Ozrick, now 20, turned in his straighter for a Taris Constable’s badge.

As a constabul, Ozrick spent the majority of his time fighting the criminal elements that infested the lower levels and vast abandoned regions of Taris. He even realized his childhood dream of being a swoop racer in a manner, when he was embedded as an undercover agent in the swoop gangs. This particular assignment brought him to the attention of one the Constabularies’ Chiefs, a Jedi Master of the Leaders. The master recognized Ozrick’s natural talents for what they were, latent force sensitivity. He immediately promoted Ozrick to detective, and commenced training him in the ways of the Jedi. The promotion was meant to keep him out of harms way, and the detective work gave him a way to fine tune his force sensitivity and intuition.

Ozrick was brought to grand conclave primarily due to his master’s rank in the Leaders but also in order to serve as their pilot.

Other:

Ozrick’s master is not identified, as it may be a PC who is interested or an NPC (who will likely be two days from retirement if you know what I mean).

Name: Cassandra Alaric
Age: 30
Sex: Female
Species: Human
Force Sensitive: No
Affiliation: Republic of Kuat (specifically Onderon)

Appearance: Picture or Description

Abilities: As a trained commando her abilities are varied and numerous. An expert pilot, trained heavy weapons operator, trained in communications equipment, expert marksman, medic, trained in combat from oceans to space and everywhere in between. Cassandra was also required to learn the arts of stealth and tracking as well as equipment operation ranging from grappling and rappelling hooks to jetpacks. Advanced training in survival in almost any environment. Cassandra has also been taught to hack most security systems and if that fails she can rely on demolitions training to bring the entire ship or facility down. Though these are a few of the skills her training has given her.

Possessions: The equivalent of a full set of Mark III Katarn Class Commando Armor, including the backpack, upgraded for the modern times. The shield is strong enough to be as effective as the Mark III was in its day. The markings on the armor would place her as a Colonel. In the wrists are vibro-blades with cortosis weave mounts. Not designed to defeat a Jedi, but at the very least to create an opening. On her hip is an updated variant of the DC-17 hand blaster. Of course while not an actual one, the weapon is best compared to that specific model.

Her main weapon is a heavily upgraded and personalized Baragwin Heavy Repeating Blaster, with a concussion grenade launcher mounted to the underside. Knowing the type of force that would try and attack this kind of setting in force, Cassandra is taking absolutely no chances. An assassin can be handled by her vibro-blades, an assaulting force of any size will have holes ripped into them by her gun. In the shoulder, a small flamethrower is mounted for use in situations where a personal touch is not wise but necessary.
On her belt and backpack are various tools ranging from grappling tools and ammunition to medical supplies and survival gear. The pack is incredibly heavy but years of lugging all of her equipment around have made it bearable for her.

Personality: She is defined by her military service and sense of duty. Lying about her age to join the military on her home planet of Onderon at the age of 15, it has come to define her. Cassandra had was full time military from that point on. Training and qualifications followed by more training and missions, they lead her to be very much cold and mission first. Loyalty was also heavily instilled into her, at least until such time as that loyalty placed the mission in extreme danger. Allies were only to be left behind if it meant imminent and complete mission failure.

Her graduation into the commando ranks of Onderon was to survive for a year on the far side of the planet with her fellow rookie commandos. Those who survived were welcomed as if they were a veteran, those who died were remembered for having come as far as they did. Cassandra keeps it quiet but very much wishes for those days to come back again. Her current long term assignment is to the son of the head of the Republic of Kuat and heir to Kuat Drive Yards, and she hates every second of it. The man is an idiot given a commanding rank and diplomatic importance. He is fierce at the negotiations table, but outside of that he is a party boy. Barely capable of tying his own shoes and often completely unable to do so if the sun has set on whatever planet they are on. More than once, some stupid line has made her want nothing more than to break his nose, but duty held her back.

Needless to say, every second of leave she gets is spent on some backwater part of a world known for its dangerous flora and fauna along with unforgiving climate and terrain. Hopefully if this Conclave goes well, she can get promoted to general and actually get an assignment worthy of her skills.

Other: Appearance:

Name:Zeven Ron
Age: 19
Sex: Male
Species: Human
Force Sensitive: Yes
Affiliation: Zeven is not a part of a particular order, he is more or less looking for someone to teach him.

Appearance:

Abilities: Zeven has some basic abilities in the force, but has little beyond that. He is moderately skilled when it comes to using his saber though.

Possessions: A training saber (green), simple blaster pistol, handful of credits, and his old master's lightsaber (purple, does not use in combat, yet)

Personality: Zeven is a little bit quiet sometimes, but once he's comfortable he becomes more outgoing.

OPTIONAL BACKSTORY: Zeven Ron was born on a small mining planet along the rim worlds. At a young age he showed signs of force sensitivity, but did his best to hide these signs from those around him. His father was a guard for the mining site, and he never knew his mother. His father had ttold him that she had died during child birth. At the age of eleven his father had begun teaching him how to shoot a blaster, and also how to handle a vibro blade. By the age of thirteen Zeven had become a fairly good shot, and could handle himself in melee. He had also been secretly trying to figure out how to use the force.
At the age of fourteen a group of pirates had begun to raid local mining planets. As a result to this a Jedi, that was the advisor to the government of the system, and a few government ships arrived. As soon as the jedi landed he had sensed Zeven, but couldn't find him fast enough. The pirates managed to get around the government ships and attempted to raid my home. Miners tried to run for refuge, while those who could fight tried to stand their ground. Zeven was in the main building in the center of the mining site. His father had told me to run there and that he'll meet him their... he never came...
An hour later he walked out of the main building to see the jedi surrounded by Dead pirates. Next to him on the ground was his father. He was covered in blood and dirt.
Zeren to him and fell to my knees, hugging his lifeless form. The jedi had placed a hand on his shoulder, "His last words were that he loved you, and that he wanted me to train you in the force." Zeven looked up at him, "so he knew that I was hiding it?"
That day he left his home to train under this jedi. Turns out that his father had been keeping in touch with him about my force sensitivity. His now master, who's name was Raden Vron, taught him the basics of the force. Though he never wanted Zeven to join his order. He wanted to, "keep my mind open to other options," was how he put it.
5 years later his master had developed strange symptoms of sickness. He would cycle through fits of sudden rage to forgetting everything. Half of the time he would drop into a coma. Before he had the chance to finish his training he had passed away.
Now masterless and not completely trained Zeven heads to the this Jedi meeting in hope of finding someone to finish his training.

Other: does not plan on using his master's lightsaber unless he is taught how to dual wield them.