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Name: Mi'la Vi'keema

Age: 22

Race: Twi'lek

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Brief Bio:

	Mi'la was born a slave, just as her mother, under the Black Sun pirates. From labor when she was a child to pleasing carnal desires of her owners when she matured, she had never known what it was like to be free. She did, however, find small sparks of kindness in the darkness of her life from one of her owners bodyguards. When Mi'la was called upon to service the leader of the Black Sun, chosen for her beauty, rare color, and hassle free submissiveness, she would meet  Zilas, who was the only person after her mother's passing who ever seemed to treat her with care, or tried to lessen the pain of her slavery where he could. Every now and then even sneaking treat for her or gifts that she would hide away.

	A couple years went by and during some strange raid  on the ship she was servicing, there were a pair of what Mi'la could only assume at the time were jedi, little did she know that they came looking specifically for her, to release her from this life, and tap into gifts that she never knew she had. Three years pass, and Mi'la was now an official apprentice to Je'kaar, the leader of the Free Force. Neither Jedi nor Sith, but a balance in the middle, people who thought rationally about a situation instead of adhering to the strict dogma of either side of the force.

Faction: Order of the Free Force

Why has your character joined this faction?

	They are the ones that freed her from her slavery and showed her the force powers hidden within her.

Personality:
	Kind hearted, yet uncertain. With her newfound freedom, she is often unsure of her own choices, and lacks self confidence. Having never been able to decide anything for herself, she always seems to ask someone else if they think something is alright to do or if they might agree with her way of thinking, looking for confirmation. She has a deep hatred for the Black Sun Pirates, for obvious reasons, and a deep loyalty to the Free Force. She has found a knack for tinkering with things and finds it stress relieving, even when her projects seem to fail, unless that failure get someone else hurt, then it worries her greatly enough to not want to try making that particular thing again. While having been trained to fight, she prefers not to, but when she does, she tries to end it as fast as possible, often relying on her blaster before even reaching for her lightsaber.

Equipment:
	A short polearm like lightsaber that can come apart in two parts. The emitter, switch, first leather wrapped handle followed by a basic extension as the first part serve as the main construct of the lightsaber. In this state, it only produces a single regular length blade from the center emitter. When the rest of the extension is locked in, however, more power is given to the blade, lengthening it nearly a foot (from 26 inches to 37) and activating the two side emitters. In this configuration, it acts more of a short polearm, and has a slight curve at the end of the staff addition for extra purchase and control. The side emitters allow for blade catching and disarming enemy weapons. This added length allows Mi'la to stay a bit out of reach of conventional lightsabers in a dual. Other than that, she has a basic mechanics kit that she keeps with her at all times, though anything more than that she has stored at home or i the hangar. She also carries a DC-17 heavy blaster pistol from the clone wars era that is meticulously well taken care of. It was the first thing Ja'kaar gave her when he liberated her and she made sure to take good care of it ever since.

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[hider='Grey Huntsman' aka 'the counterfeit force wielder']
[b]Name:[/b]
	Dremmick Valswei

[b]Age:[/b]
	26 

[b]Race:[/b]
	Arkanian
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[b]Brief Bio:[/b]
	He was once told of the heroes of days passed called Jedi. Though since their sudden eradication, they were just stories his parents used to tell in their dreary little slum. Now, the Zann Consortium had moved in and controlled the area, and they found themselves at the mercy of the criminal empire. Dremmick's parents had passed when he was thirteen, he never knew what of, he had just known that they weren't around anymore and never came back. He was gone at the time and there was always talk of people in the slums disappearing. He was sure that it was Zann's men pulling out slaves, when he came home, there were only signs of struggling and some bloodshed in the house for him to return to.

	In the eye's of the local thugs in the Zann Consortium over then next ten years, Dremmick was a bit of a delinquent from that point forward. He constantly would assault patrols, get locked up, escape, steal, whatever it took for him to do what he thought he needed to help the people in the slums get by. When Zann's men started targeting the people to set examples and punish anyone who aided him, Dremmick became an outlaw himself, the people he tried to help turning on him for their own safety. He didn't blame them, but instead, this was a turning point for Dremmick, one that led him to start taking a more violent path.

	Dremmick no longer found it a problem in is mind to start killing Zann's men to set his own examples. In fact, he did it regularly so that he could find new gear to tinker with. His mind was able to make unimaginable contraptions that he coupled with his sticky fingers to create a very specific set of gear. He thought that the people needed something to give them hope, something that would inspire them to fight. what they needed, was a Jedi.

	Dremmick made gadgets that hid in plain sight, and allowed him to do things most thought were only possible for a Jedi. From the way he moved about, his insane ability to control of his muscles to almost defy gravity, to being able to seemingly use the force to push or pull enemies, leap great distances, and even a short lightsaber that he seemed to pull to his hand, even if it dropped. He even occasionally seemed to use force lightning. Though it did startle people at first, he never turned on the innocent, which led people to believe he was with neither order to begin with. His identity was always hidden behind a mask, and people started referring to him as the 'Grey Huntsman' for the constant man-hunting and the strange neutrality he had of the force. Dremmick wasn't really a fan of the name they made, it felt rather simple to him, but he guessed it was easy to remember. 

	Dremmick's plan ultimately succeeded, with the people in the town fighting back to make their own safe haven. With numbers growing in support, Dremmick saw it fit to leave his home, and start looking to eliminate other sources of problems in the galaxy on his own. He knew he could easily die from such a broad and impossible task, but as far as he was concerned, even if he did die now, he more than lived for a purpose even just to inspire the people fighting for freedom at his own home. Any victories from her on out were just a bonus.

	During Dremmick's travels throughout the next few years, and after commandeering a ship of his own, he had learned of a thing called 'holocrons' among other artifacts. After doing some research on the matter, he found that while they were indeed valuable and he can see why the jedi would want such things, the conflicts due to their very existence led them to be to much trouble then they are worth. Maybe ridding the galaxy of a few of these would be a step in the right direction.

[b]Faction:[/b]
	none

[b]Personality:[/b]
	Can be somewhat quite, though doesn't have anything against conversation and will gladly carry one out. Not afraid to call someone's bluff or even criticize someone's statements as stupid or ignorant. Can be callous and irritable, and notably quick to judge. While some would see this as a downside, he sees it as survival. Likes to be alone at night in a secure place, though he does find company to be refreshing from time to time, he doesn't try to get to know people for the safety of both parties. Doesn't mind fighting dirty or using any tool at his disposal to win a fight, nobody won a war by fighting fair. 

[b]Physical description:[/b]

[b]Equipment:[/b] 
	-Lazer blade hilt attached to the right inner forearm of his gantlet, has a very thing yet strong tether at the bottom 
		that is hard to notice and allows him to pull his hilt back to him should he need to. Deploys a lazer short-sword and
		the hilt has been modified to look quite like a lightsaber.
	-right gauntlet 'force lightning' aka parts salvaged from a arc caster to fire lightning from a node int he palm of his hand.
	-left gauntlet 'force push/pull' aka magnetic pulses that works on droids, armors, and metal objects/structures.
	-what the gauntlets are supposedly for, blaster and lightsaber protection, don't want to go losing any hands...
	-leg armor 'force leap/speed' aka exoskeleton that allows for stronger and faster leg movements, as well as spikes for gripping
		surfaces that are deployed as needed. like the gauntlet, this protects from shots and cuts as well
	-helmet serves for breathing in adverse conditions, protection of the head though mostly of shrapnel, and it can change
		tints on the glass as needed for his environment. Can cancel out large decibel sounds to protect hearing, or increase
		volume to listen in on everything around him. Can project his voice so that he can talk easily to others with the mask on.
	-ELG-3A blaster pistol with shortened barrel for easy concealment in his jacket under his left arm
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	-In his pouches holds two of each grenade types; stun, thermal, emp, and bacta bombs

[b]Ship (Optional):[/b]
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[hider=BB-TnA-4u]
[b]Name:[/b]
	 Eira

[b]Age:[/b]
	 Programmed to 23

[b]Race:[/b]
	 HRD (human replica droid)

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[b]Brief Bio:[/b]
	Created to be an experimental droid for a Zann Consortium owned brothel. Made to completely replicate the functions of the human body, even in intimacy, and made to be able to please any partner given to her at any time. Reserved for high paying customers, she was also equipped to record data on all the customers she serviced, so that information could be gathered secretly on these customers and maybe used for later. While this worked for a little while, Eira seemed to have a bit more sentience and [i]creativity[/i] than what was allowable for her duties. While the project was a success, they found Eira to not be trustworthy enough to keep in her position, and planned to decommission her and scrap her towards building a new model. 

	On her decommission day however, Dremmick paid a visit to this brothel, looking for a target, the man who ran it, as he was considered an underground tyrant in the local area. Dremmick got caught up by some gaurds as he snuck in and had to pretend he was a high paying customer. On short notice as they werent' expecting one of the valuable customers to arrive, they went ahead and set him up with Eira. Dremmickplayed along as best he could without trying to lay with the droid girl, and he noticed that it seemed to visibly upset her. Caught by surprise at her not just running a normal program, he ended up talking to her and finding out the situation she was in, and it seemed to upset her that she wouldn't be able to go at it one more time before being scrapped. As much as Dremmick found that statement odd, he told her not to worry about it and to follow him.

	By the time Dremmick left, the owner of the brothel was electrocuted to death, his personal custom built fighter craft was missing, and the extremely expensive human replica droid was nowhere to be found, the only thing left behind from her was a data chip that linked her with the Zann Consortium and a data relay that fed her information to them. Needless to say, whenever any higher brass would come by to check on things, heads were surely to roll.

[b]Faction:[/b]
	none

[b]Personality:[/b]
	Very open sexually to a point where she casually asks or mentions things she shouldn't. Repressed in a sense that Dremmick tries not to indulge her provocative side, though this often draws complains from her from time to time and only makes her reach out to other even more. All in all though, she is fairly happy and while she is eager to talk to people she is still soft spoken and rare to shout out if not fulfilling her [i]'primary functions'[/i] as she calls it. This is mostly caused from her programming to default to a more soft and sultry speech module, even if she is carrying on a surprisingly normal conversation. She is not prone to conflict, though does have a few ways to defend herself or someone close to her should she feel the need to.

[b]Equipment:[/b] 
	-reinforced core: skeleton is made to be sturdier than that of a human of her stature. Light metal alloy internal structure
		that keeps the weight human-like while strengthening the body. Vital components are armored from damage to save her
		from particularly violent customers.
	-sharp fingers: if needed, Eira's fingers come to a fine point beneath the fleshy skin and can claw into or stab enemies after
		the fleshy fingertips moves out of the way.
	-forearm heavy blaster: Built in, short barreled DLT-19 in her right arm, must hold arm straight to use so the parts can 
		align and lock into place to expose the firearm. This feature was a locked feature until Dremmick hacked into it and
		allowed her to access it.
	-Data link: an extendable cable front he back of her neck that she uses to create data links with any interface from ships
		to control panels, to maintenance ports, to data centers, she can link to it through this data link.

	[b]Energy gathering methods:[/b]
	-Biofuel tank: Eats like anyone else to fuel her system, however, she is able to burn 100% of the biofuel she ingests into
		energy, leaving nothing to waste.
	-Solar hair fibers: hair absorbs light and converts it to energy
	-Thermal skin charger: Her skin absorbs heat and transfers it into energy, however, she can also replicate body temperature in
		her skin layers as well should a companion wish to feel her warmth as well.
	-Energy consumption: can orally drain an energy cell, including blaster cartridges of their energy, like a kid with a juice box.
	-Data link charging: can charge while her data link is plugged in.
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