Work in Progress. Jake I'm gonna need a little help filling in some of the blanks I don't remember. But for now... Sleep... XD

Name: Oram Maximus

Race: Human

Gender: Male

Age: 17

Appearance: Over his clothing, Oram typically wears a black variant of the jedi (padawan) robes choosing to be somewhat of an individual if possible. It also helps conceal most equipment and weapons when travelling which is most helpful.

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Faction: Jedi Order

Rank/Role: Padawan

Weapons: 

:: 2 Lightsabers - one purple and one green

:: Oram is fairly adept in the use of the force thanks to his master, though he does incorporate it a bit more into his offense as opposed to just defense like his master does. Still he has much to learn. 

:: [url=http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/starwarsrebels/images/9/92/Energy_Slingshot.png/revision/latest?cb=20140727214348]Energy Slingshot[/url] - A small wrist worn weapon which he wears on the detached sleeve of his left arm. It flings small bursts of energy. Quick and easy it may irritate and likely stun an opponent without armor of some kind, but it will not penetrate a stormtrooper's armor for example. Still it would likely effect them and is a good item to use when trying to conceal the jedi identity and needing something quick and simple that won't necessarily kill an opponent. 

Equipment/Items: 

:: Comlink

:: Datapad

:: Oram usually has some sort of snack food or another on him just in case he needs it or is unable to obtain nourishment for a period of time. 

Backstory: When Oram was born the war had already been going on for quite some time. His home planet had been lucky enough not to have been attacked by the imperials for quite some time. It was nothing short of a miracle to the people. A dream of sorts. However, this dream just wasn't meant to last. Oram had grown quite accustomed to his life. He had loving parents. His grand parents and a fun aunt lived fairly close by. His home world was fairly prosperous during it's time. He couldn't complain. He thought he had a pretty good life. 

However, that good life, like the dream the planet was experiencing wasn't meant to last. He had just turned seven. He was enjoying some cake when shouts and blaster fire was heard. Their town... No... Their world was under attack. The Empire had finally come. Oram's family tried to hide, but there was no where to run. They had absolutely no where at all to go. A group of imperial soldiers burst into their home. Their weapons were at the ready. Oram's grand parents and aunt were killed almost immediately. His parents went next, but not before getting him into the little secret passage way. 

Oram survived that day, but just barely. After the imperials had finished their job and left. They hadn't been told to destroy the planet or kill everyone. Just send a message. So anyone left alive was simply alive They would receive a chance to rebuild the remnants of their home. Orphans, and children without parents that weren't taken in would have to survive on their own. Oram whose immediate and known family died, wasn't so lucky as to receive help. Nobody could take in an orphan like him. The expenses would be too much and their weren't very many supplies left. 

For the next year Oram had to live on the streets. His house had more or less been cleaned out, but it was soon condemned. While many homes had been more or less fine after the attack his had sustained some heavy damage. Luckily he'd been able to take some of the more important things to his personal little hide out. He'd found it and managed to make it into a little makeshift home. That was only the first couple of months. The rest of the year he'd begun to steal, lie, cheat... Anything he could do to survive he did. However, a little after his eighth birthday he met someone. 

Oram had been relatively used to life on his own. This past year he'd learn many things, but this day in particular he'd learned something he'd probably never forget. He was a force sensitive. As it turned out some of the Imperial soldiers had been looking for him when he'd gotten caught stealing some fruit from a vendor. There were about five of them. And he'd likely wouldn't have risked his life running had he not seen their blasters. 

Though something was off. When they shot they didn't hit him. They got close. It was almost like it was... No it WAS on purpose. They weren't trying to kill him. He ran and ran until he was near a construction area. Things had been progressing over the past year. Still the soldiers were still on his trail. He had expected to go a usual route to get away, but it'd been blocked off. He mentally cursed as he turned around. He shouted for the soldiers to stop. To back off. Something. Anything! He close his eyes, his arms outstretched as he shouted and tried to ward them off. 

That's when it happened. Something amazing. This was an awakening of sorts. He'd kept thinking it'd be great if the lift above the soldiers could drop, or tilt or something! Anything was good. And then it happened. The force. He'd used it. Unconsciously, but he had used it. The lift shifted causing the items on it to fall down onto the soldiers. Oram was safe. He was glad. 

It was this day that he'd met his future master, a man by the name of Yai Drakus. This man in a way took him away from his life, if one could call it that. The meeting got off to a rocky start, but because of it he was able to building into a better life. One on the path of the jedi. Over the past few years, Oram has progressed very well. He's overcome his fear of the blasters, but still chooses not to use them. He still has a long way to go, but he is much farther than he could have ever hoped to be.