[color=gold][b]Name:[/b][/color] Jomu Sathwe [color=gold][b]Species:[/b][/color] Human [color=gold][b]Sex:[/b][/color] Male [color=gold][b]Profession:[/b][/color] Mendicant; ostensibly a Guardian of the Whills [color=gold][b]Reason for being present in the Bitter End:[/b][/color] Jomu is an itinerant monk who begs for alms, sings half-remembered prayers of the Disciples of the Whills, and—for the few who will accept it—offers spiritual advice in the Bitter End. He lingers in the Bitter End because of the kyber trade there—the kyber provides him a stronger connection to the Force while Adamantious Xen’s opposition to the Empire allows him to practice his faith freely. [color=gold][b]Looks:[/b][/color] A jovial mendicant garbed in the charcoal kasaya traditional to the Guardians of the Whills. Though he diligently crops his black hair short like other monks, his clothing is often in disarray with his robe usually half-open and the red antaravasa underneath darkened at its hem from years of begging, fighting, and travel. Regardless, he remains quick-witted and strong with his tongue sharp, his body honed, and his movements those of a well-trained fighter. His dark eyes are quick and perceptive; as a Guardian he has ever been fonder of the here-and-now than the mysteries of the Force, though historically that has often meant nights at the tavern. His lean face flushes quickly with drink—when not begging or singing, he is usually seen pink in the face with a bottle of Corellian liquor in his hand, bent-double over some game of dice. Not to remain unarmed when begging or when gambling among pirates and outlaws, he bears the traditional weapons of the Guardians of the Whills: a powerful lightbow (its accompanying impeller gauntlet on his left arm), a staff of uneti-wood with a kyber sliver in its cap, and an unerring faith in the will of the Force. [color=gold][b]Personality Description:[/b][/color] For a monk, Jomu is terribly unorthodox. He is a Guardian of the Whills fonder of his nightly Corellian liquor and sabacc than his daily begging. Though usually amicable, he is quick to argue when it comes to matters of faith, eager to probe others for their thoughts and to play devil’s advocate. He is suspicious of both the CIS and the Republic but reserves his ire for the Empire’s brutality. Above all else he believes in oneness with the Force, stressing the interconnectedness of all living beings. Though he recognizes the necessity of violence at times, he has a distaste for killing and prefers to avoid bloodshed if possible. [color=gold][b]Character Bio:[/b][/color] Born on Jedha, Jomu Sathwe was inducted into the Guardians of the Whills as a boy and completed the seventh duan of the order after a decade of practice much to his master’s chagrin. Like others of his order, he had become skilled in body and mind—but he grew fond of drink and other luxuries uncharacteristic of the Guardians, eschewing much of the order’s traditions as an ill-favored iconoclast. Much of his time was spent not in the Temple of the Kyber but rather in the surrounding bars of Jedha City. Despite his irreverent attitude, however, he was tolerated because of his knowledge of the Force and his genuine desire to help pilgrims to Jedha wherever they might be—but just barely. Soon after completing the seventh duan of the Guardians of the Whills and constructing his lightbow, he became dissatisfied with life on the isolated moon of Jedha. Without any warning, he set out from Jedha with no possessions save the robes on his back, his alms bowl, and his monk’s weapons, feeling for the will of the Force and helping those in need—and giving the other Guardians back on Jedha a sigh of relief. In his travels, he has made something of a name for himself—though more as a reprobate gambler than as a monk. Still, he professes to be a Guardian of the Whills in spirit if not in name, offering both spiritual guidance to the few at Bitter End willing to entertain his musings on the Force as well as protection for those who cannot défend themselves.