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Dervish: Tolun Fi [+]

Who and what are you?
Jedi Consular Tolun Fi, Kominoan.

You might have many masters or causes, but when it is ground down properly, you serve one side alone. Which is it? The Sith Empire or the Galactic Republic?
The Galactic Republic stands in line with Jedi ideals.

What do you look like, and how are you dressed?
I represent an ideal specimen of my species. I stand at a fairly standard 2.3 meters, a common height among my people. My eyes are yellow-on black, the same as the skilled research-class on Kamino. Like the rest of my species, my skin is a smooth luminescent shade of white with well-defined features, narrow nostril slits, and as with the males of my kind, a fin ridge follows from the top-rear of my skull down to the nape of my neck, protruding about 4 inches high. My body is unblemished by scars or markings, a by-product of superior genetic breeding and engineering with long, slender limbs and neck, which when compared to most humanoid species would be considered quite longer than what you would see in those races. You aren’t likely to find a range of emotions from me, as my people aren’t fond of them.

My manner of dress is practical, the form-fitting black-on white clothing common among Kaminoans with limited composite plating to help maintain its form and house electronic components. Only the neck and the head remain exposed, as the legs extend down to the custom-fitted digitigrade boots and the sleeves extend to my wrists. Atop of that, I wear the expected brown Jedi robes, as is befitting of members of the Order. Of course, the whites that other races see in my clothing is a plethora of colours only seen on the ultra-violet spectrum, but it would be tedious to describe them to someone who shares an altogether separate spectral perception than a Kaminoan? Think of describing a colour to a blind man and you understand the difficulty.

Why do you fight? What thoughts and ideas influence your actions? What are the reasons behind it all?
Fighting is a word for the unthinking man. I strive for knowledge, to discover. My people have a long and proud history of genetic research and cloning. It is, after all, how we survived the cataclysm that turned Kamino into a raging ocean world, and similar thoughts and practices can be applied to not only preserving peace, but enforcing it. Much of my research and experimentation is on finding the reason why some species are more prone to Force Sensitivity than others and what triggers it in some individuals but not others? Likewise, I am convinced there’s a genetic marker that makes an individual predisposed to turn to the Dark Side. Should I locate it and find a way to alter or erase it, than this numbing, endless battle between the Light and Dark Side can finally cease to be, leaving just the Force in the aftermath. Emotionless, pure, perfect. There will always be conflicts in the galaxy, wars to fight, peace to enforce. The Jedi Order can function better by focusing on these threats instead of always having to watch for the treachery of the Sith.

Do you have any skills that make you stand out from the crowd?
I take after my parents, who were both genetic engineers back on Timira, and much of my research and studies are based off of their philosophies. I have a keen analytical mind and the discipline to keep my thoughts in order, as well as thoroughly document everything. I have a reputation for being practical and impartial, and have made for a fair diplomat in both the Jedi Order and out in the galaxy. My oratory is considered impressive, my education amongst the Jedi order and genetic superiority both ensuring my words are not bumbling and wasted. I may not be a fantastic lightsaber practitioner, I can more than handle my own in a fight and one would be wasting their time and breath trying to provoke me to anger; emotional response is a weakness I do not have time for. As such, my actions are deliberate and thought out instead of acting by impulse. One area I do excel in, if I may, is in wielding the Force. I simply possess the right mentality and my sensitivity is so acute that using the Force is about as taxing as breathing.

Between us, I am also an individual for secrecy. My laboratory in the Jedi Temple had several plain and seemingly empty walls, at least, to those who cannot see the ultraviolet light spectrum. Much of my more controversial research is jotted down on those walls in ink only I can see, freeing me from the scrutiny of those whom may find my work… questionable, if not unethical. It is foolish sentimentality, if you ask me. Still, I am unable to convince some individuals that my work stands in line with the Jedi Creed. There is no argument if there is none to be had.

How do you relate to everyone else? Do you have any friends, family, foes or subordinates among them?
Xid Terrik: A brilliant young man, certainly one of the most gifted and humble of his age group. A few years back, one of the imaging devices in my lab was inoperable and our so-called technology experts failed to leave much of an impression, and you know how it is with hired help. Then along comes this young, 8-year-old human boy, offering to fix the imaging machine. I relented, deciding that it was not going to find itself even more broken, and perhaps the child would learn something in the process. Much to my surprise, not only did Xid not make matters worse, but he actually managed to repair the machine. From there, we had developed a rather friendly and mutually respecting repoire. Quite often, the young padawan would come to my laboratory, and I would show him what I was working on, as well as offering him the opportunity to work on fixing or improving any machines that required it. I would like to think I had left a good impression on his life, and I do somewhat regret not being more proactive as taking him under my wing as my own padawan before Master Sela Zythor took him under her wing. I wish them a long and productive partnership.

Strago Kelrune: An acquaintance of mine, a fellow Jedi Knight, although he does not follow the path of a Consular, so our duties often follow decidedly different paths. I see him in the archeives from time to time, and his disposition is rather agreeable. Much like myself, be believes in diplomacy before the blade, and admirable trait considering many of the rash and foolish youth the Order seems to have collected the past few years. We may be at war, but it doesn't mean we shouldn't have more rigid standards. Anyways, I am rambling. He has often lent a hand in my searches for information in the library, and most of our discussions have been rather pleasant. We do not often cross paths, but it is always enjoyable when they do.

Taia Venthon: Another acquaintance of mine, intelligent but of a decidedly typical set of ethics that does not always seem to agree with my work. She is rather inquisitive, asking questions about what I do, and taking more of an active interest since my accomplishments had becomes fairly well-known amongst the Jedi. She is an idealist, to say the least, thinking the galaxy can be saved, and that nothing should ever have a cost of life. Admirable, but mistaken. She does not seem to agree that my methods and overall goal could bring the peace and balance to the Force that she so desires, but so be it. She also is rather emotional, which does not bode well in my eyes. Someone who willingly submits to their emotions and allows it to make judgements for them are prone to terrible mistakes, and the history of our Order is filled with those who followed their emotions and ended up as enemies of the Order. Rather counter-productive, if you ask me. Still, she is a good Jedi and always an interesting individual to discuss matters with, I am fond of her despite our differences.

What made you the person you are today? How did the past influence your present?
As I had mentioned earlier, my parents were genetic engineers in the cloning facilities in Timira City. I do not recall much of my early life, but what I do remember what Kamino and Timira City were like. It was constantly storming outside of the city’s domed walls, and the ocean surface below might as well have been another world. It was very clean, very orderly, and it was quiet. Kaminoans are practical, controlled people. The actions and behaviours of several outsider species are peculiar or even considered crude and immature amongst my people, who have a cultural directive to seek perfection. It is not a widely advertised fact that newborns who are considered flawed are culled in the name of maintaining genetic stability and perfection. Even those born with a very rare green pigmentation in the eyes are euthanized almost immediately, even without other discernible flaws. It is very strict, and doubtless other cultures would find it barbaric, had they even known Kamino existed.

Kamino is an isolationist society, not trusting or particularly liking outside cultures or species, but we are unfailingly polite people. After all, our primary exports are military equipment and hardware, and of course clones. We care for our clones, after a fashion. Those who pass our standards are well raised, fed, and trained, perhaps better than most people live in some other worlds. Those who fail are culled, as they are considered a defective product. What clients do with their clones after purchase was never a concern for Kaminoans, as to them, it is no different than any other tool. Misuse is not the responsibility of the manufacture.

My Force sensitivity manifested itself not long after infancy, and while both my parents were thrilled with this unexpected development, there was some dispute with what to do with me. My father wanted to have me be raised to continue his life’s work, and mother thought I would better flourish amongst the Ascetics. It was a point of contention for a few years, where my father must have sensed my time in the family was drawing to a close, and when I was old enough, he had me accompany him to his work, exposing me to the cloning facilities and impressing upon me that there is nothing a keen mind is incapable of. I do not recall much of the experience, but having witnessed what scientific pursuit was capable of, it left an impression that stayed with me long after the Jedi had come to collect me at my mother’s request.

I will not begin to speculate if my life would have been better or more enjoyable on Kamino or on Courscant, but there is no doubt that the latter was a much better fit for someone to learn how to use their gift of Force sensitivity. Amongst the other initiates, I was perhaps the quickest study. There was no amount of information that could have been fed to me I wouldn’t absorb, and soon the combined wisdom of countless generations of dozens of species was at my disposal. It was fortunate I was taken into the Order when I was; the xenophobic disposition of my people never had much time to take root and as such did not prove to be a hindrance when interacting with my fellow initiates and future colleagues.

During my Padawan years, I had come under the wing of a Kel Dor Jedi Consular called Siloon Pakrun, who felt my disposition would lend itself well to mediating unrest across the galaxy. It as an arrangement I found agreeable, as I was always of the opinion that if resolution must come from violence if a diplomatic opinion existed is a failure. Peace born through bloodshed is not peace, it is removing the often difficult prospect of resolution by eliminating those who would disagree with you. I would like to say every one of my assignments ended without drawing my lightsaber, but one of the hard truths about the galaxy is that nothing is ever without cost, and many resolutions make you question if the price was worth the result. The line between what is just, right, and moral often blurs with what is necessary to preserve the peace and save more lives. I had often found myself somewhat troubled, as many of my Master and I's assignments had left more than a few people dead, or worse, at the mercy of the dark and cruel. It was never a simple decision, to act or not act. So often our choices boiled down to measuring the value of a handful of lives verses hundreds, if not thousands. Siloon Pakrun never seemed particularly bothered by those we could not save. When I inquired about this, he explained to me that even in death, we all become a part of the Force. Our essence, and who we are, are maintained. It is only a matter of finding one's self in the stream. It was a lesson I took to heart, and while I never said it to Siloon or any of the others, I felt it was an explanation that justified the Kaminoan cloning and culling practices. Perhaps, in a way, it was a mercy. Spare the infirm and weak the suffering of an abysmal life and send them back to become greater than any one of us. After much deliberation, I had made up my mind to apply aspects of my people's genetic research to serve the greater good of the galaxy through the Jedi Order.

After several years under Siloon Pakrun, I had come into my own as a Consular, free to make my own decisions and undergo my own assignments. I had begun to set myself to my research and studies in the Library Archives and with information I obtained from Kamino regarding cloning and genetic engineering. It did not take me long to identify the markers in each Force Sensitive's genetic code that allows us to manipulate the Force in a tangible way. I can say with no small amount of humility that my work eventually lead to the Order being able to identify Force sensitive individuals through little more than a simple blood test. I should not have to explain how in a time where the war against the Sith often came down to numbers that being able to more swiftly identify more recruits is. Having proved that my concepts were sound, I became something of an overnight sensation and the Jedi Council gave me permission to pursue other avenues into discerning the true nature of the Light and Dark sides of the Force. If I am correct, and I am seldom not, I may soon discover a breakthrough that will neutralize the Sith, all without spilling a drop of blood.

Everyone has flaw(s)... What is/are yours?
A bit presumptuous, are we? What some would consider flaws, I merely consider facets of my personality. I am a rather detached individual, and as such, personal relationships matter less to me than professional ones. Likewise, while the Jedi Creed dictates that one should detach themselves from their emotions, I perhaps embody this far too well for many people's likings. I have been called cold by more than one person, as I do not put a personal investment into tragedy or hardships others face, and I do not actively invest myself in the politics or causes of the war. My mission is on a much more regional scale, where I focus my efforts on groups that can be dissuaded from conflict rather than fret over groups that have been warring for thousands of years.

I am proud of my accomplishments and research, and I may be a bit disdainful of those who would rather think with their lightsabers than their brains, as that way has been tried countless times since this war began. It will not take brute force to defeat the Sith, it will take a stroke of intellect and no small amount of testing. We live in an age of effortless interstellar travel and unchecked technological development and still the best solution people seem to have come up with to resolve their differences is bloodshed. Perhaps I am arrogant for thinking I know a better way, but it has to be better than what has been repeatedly tried and failed.

As a closing remark, what I believe to be just and that the ends justify the means, many of my colleagues question the morality and ethics behind it. I am much more willing to spend lives if it works towards the greater good of peace and civilization, and if there are those who cannot be made to abide by order, they must be neutralized. To progress, my research into Force Sensitive genetics may need to evolve past simple blood tests and brain scans. I suspect many will not enjoy what that entails.

Would you describe your Lightsaber, if you have made one?
It is small, practical, and aesthetically pleasing. It is designed exclusively for one-handed operation, as one of my hands easily encloses the entirety of the hilt. This matters little to me, as I am fully ambidextrous and have trained extensively with either hand. The activation switch can be easily accessed by running my thumb along the wheel, freeing my other hand to use Force abilities more intuitively, or for more mundane things like manipulating doors or control panels. It is simple, elegant, and much less garish than some of the other designs my colleagues seem fond of. I had originally set out to find a green crystal when constructing my lightsaber, but had decided on a blue one because I found the aesthetics much more pleasing to the eye. I was never one to subscribe to traditional symbolism. As well, I have adjusted the blade's length to be more proportional to my frame by altering the lightsaber's Power Core output. As such, it is much longer than what many Jedi would wield. The wonders of being quite a bit taller than my peers.
the lightsaber
-Art by Ariergarda

If you wield a Lightsaber, which of the Seven combat forms has your order trained you in?
I am trained in Form VI, Niman, or the Moderation Form.

Describe your preference in the use of the Force. Are you particularly talented in any one area? Do you have flaws in another? What are the limits on what you can or will do?
Much of my training has been focused on physical well-being and protection, with detoxifying poison being something that has come in handy more often than I would prefer to admit. I pride myself in being most adept at using Force persuasion and mind trick to excellent extent, even being able to trick the minds of some force users. Out of necessity, I have had to become proficient in Force listening as many other species are incapable of speaking the common tongue and knowing what is being spoken is often the difference between a peaceful resolution to a conflict and a terrible mess. Like most Force-Sensitive individuals, telekinesis is something that comes fairly naturally to me, as well. Other abilities I am well versed in are Force leap, and tutaminis, or Force absorption. It is not my place to fight unless absolutely necessary and one must know the tools to protect themselves in the fine art of entering a conflict with words instead of weapons for victory.

As a consequence, my studies into more offensive-minded Force talents is lacking, and as such, you will not find me spearheading many attacks against the Sith in the near future. I am capable of maintaining a deep connection to the Force for quite a respectable length of time without fatigue, unlike much of the younger padawans whom you can almost swear are in a fast-track to getting themselves killed. I am not as proficient as the Masters, but I am well-respected for my atonement to the Force. I am certainly I would be more skilled in a wider-variety of talents had I dedicated my time to them, but alas, I have more pressing concerns. There are many techniques that completely elude me to how they are accomplished. Perhaps I will study them at a later time.

Is there anything else you would like to mention about yourself?
One could imagine that having been born on a very sterile and clean world and having been relocated to a cesspool such as Coruscant, I am slightly germophobic and take sanitation quite seriously.

If you are a Jedi, have you given thought above as to how your character got captured, and why he/she/it is still alive? (answer to this can be reflected above)
The Sith may be ruthless and powerful, but many of their apprentices are not of what you would consider a sound or particularly strong mind. When the Temple came under attack, I had made a back-up of all essential information that I could fit into a small, concealable data stick that I could slot seamlessly into the rigid parts of my clothing, a common practice of transporting your work from station to station on Kamino. When the Sith found me, I had simply used a logical statement that what I know would be valuable to the Sith, and of course, the ever-so-reliable Jedi persuasion. I was subdued, rendered unconscious, and I awoke pleased that my efforts had paid off. After all, I was still alive. One can never be of use to anyone if they are dead, after all. I suspect the Darth that commands this ship is quite well informed, I suspect my survival has something to do with that. Curious.

Witchchild: Jaicen Varien [+]

Who and what are you?
Jaicen Varien is my name, newly ranked Sith Lord of the Empire.

You might have many masters or causes, but when it is ground down properly, you serve one side alone. Which is it? The Sith Empire or the Galactic Republic?

I serve the Sith Empire to truly unite the Galaxy under one banner. To put an end to the conflict once and for all though a diplomatic and peaceful negotiation with the Republic won't be such a bad idea in my opinion. Don't tell anyone I said that or you'll regret it.

What do you look like, and how are you dressed?

appearance 1 [+]

Burn Scars on the left side of his face from Force Lightning from his former master.
Has an old gang tattoo ranging from his right bicep and up to his neck.
6'2" in Height
Longer and more Ruffled hair

appearance 2 [+]

Sith Battle Armor and Robes + Mask

appearance 3 [+]

Explanation will be in history]

Why do you fight? What thoughts and ideas influence your actions? What are the reasons behind it all?
I fight for a few reasons. If any other Sith of the Empire would ask me this question I'd answer "For the glory for the Sith Empire" or "To eradicate the Jedi and the Republic" but the real reason why I fight is because I feel that the Empire doesn't muck about. The Empire is less afraid to make drastic actions to do what needs to be done though I feel like I can change how drastic they are as they may lead to unnecessary deaths. My main reason though is that I fight for survival. There was little room to protest when you need to execute someone your master or, especially, Darth demands you to. I hope to end that though, maybe a sub order of the Sith that shows a bit more...compassion.

Do you have any skills that make you stand out from the crowd?
Before training on Koribban, I was born on Nar Shaddaa where I lived through hardship common on the Hutt controlled world. To survive I joined a gang where I acted as a runner and through that I learned how to fly a swoop like a professional racer and going through common electronic locks. With that I know what to look for when searching for less than legal merchandise and/or services when on populated worlds such as Drammond Karr, Nar Shaddaa and the such. Learned various dirty tricks from my peers such as the use of wrist weapons that bounty hunters use as well as a traditional blaster though I am no master marksman without the use of the Force.

While on Koribban, I used what chance I could get to learn how to pilot a star fighter properly. Although not really a professional with traditional controls, if a fighter would emulate the controls of a swoop bike, I'd be one hell of a challenge to the most experienced dog fighter. I think the only reason I am eligible to even become a squadron leader is because of my connection to the force or I'd crash right away without it.

How do you relate to everyone else? Do you have any friends, family, foes or subordinates among them?
-WIP at the moment. Other Siths can be friends with him or apprentice-

What made you the person you are today? How did the past influence your present?
As I have said before, I was born on Nar Shaddaa where I grew up until my early teens. My mother left after I was born either to lead a better life than the dung heap that is Nar Shaddaa or she was sold to a Hutt. I don't know and don't rightly care as she is probably dead by now or worse. My father raised me, or at least my step dad since he is a Twi'lek. Highly doubt that he is my biological dad for obvious reasons but he kept a roof over my head during my childhood though I am not sure about my real dad. For all I know I am human or at least very near human. He was a whoremonger though and a drinker so he spent his income on twi'lek schuttas and fire water so I had to make it on my own when it came to food. So I joined a gang obviously. I was still a kid, 8 at the time, but some blokes don't really think twice about kids when they are searching for spice smugglers. I didn't get caught though so I made money on smuggling the stuff and sending various packages to this dealer and that seller. I never took it though since what friends I had used it and basically became little more than husks and I needed to stay fit to make my credits.

As I got older the stakes got higher. I got my mark as you can see on my neck here and did more high risk jobs. It was around when I was little less than a teen, 12 in standard years, when I was taught how to ride a swoop and I caught on very quickly. Must be because I'm force sensitive or just that good. I did fast deliveries and knew the routes better than I knew the back of my hand. I was given a blaster too since some people don't really appreciate the packages I took on deliveries so I needed some protection. I even added to it by getting some wrist mounted flame throwers like some bounty hunters use which was quite a surprise to those who got really close. You should have seen their faces before the napalm burned it off. When doing more covert deliveries I was rather good. That was definitely because I am force sensitive though I didn't know it at the time. I have that ability to make myself less conspicuous which really helped. Don't look so surprised at me, you gotta grow up fast on Nar Shaddaa or die by the fumes or a vibroblade cutting your throat.

Then came the day I caught the attention of a Sith Lord when I was 14 or 15, i forget. I was to deliver a package to some location and it would earn me quite the bit of credits. However some others had heard about the credit amount and wanted it for themselves. I ran faster than I ever did in my life on Nar Shaddaa and I think I directly killed maybe a dozen men before I reached the place, half a dozen through non-direct means. The place was a large wear house in a more run down section of Nar Shaddaa docks and there were even more scum there already fighting. Before I knew it I was neck deep in a fire fight. I killed even more then, I don't know how many, but what seemed like hours only a few bounty hunters and I were left. A black robed figure walked in and emanated this presence so we all stopped to look at this newcomer. As you must know, this was a Sith and my former master and he declared that only one would be allowed to leave the warehouse alive. So the fight was on full swing again though I survived. I'll spare you the gruesome details but I survived.

The Sith's name is unimportant as he is dead now but to make a long story short he brought me in to train in the ways of the Sith. I didn't really have much of a choice in the matter either. He brought me to Koribban via his ship which was really cool but on the way he started training immediately. As you can see by my scars that the training sessions were less that cuddly. I will tell you that the fire fight in that ware house was probably a lot safer than the "training" I went through with my old master. In one of the missions he sent me on I met up with some Jedi for the first time. I was still an apprentice at the time but I was strong and me and my master slew the Jedi master and I the knight. I took my opponent's lightsaber as a trophy much to my master's pleasure. What time I had to myself I used to learn how to pilot a star ship, a fighters and such small ships. Not Cruisers or anything like that. I am a natural pilot says the imperial who showed me this and that. She's dead now too.

The history of my scar that sullies my beautiful face was a few months after we had killed the Jedi. A Mando was making some trouble to some imperials that were under my master's orders on Hutta and to hopefully kill 2 womprats with one bolt, I was sent to test myself against the mando. I was 23 at the time, young and full of energy in the midst of expanding my Ataru training with the use of two lightsabers. I was surprised though when I went against he mandalorian. As I sometimes use wrist weapons though had stopped under orders from my master, the mando had quite the arsenal on his sleeves. If he had been force sensitive I don't think I'd have made it. He had used scattergun which was nearly impossible to deflect and earned myself a small bolt in the arm, scarring my tattoo, and some into my legs. I managed to kill the mando though with a lucky throw of my Jedi saber but not after getting my clothing ruined by his flame thrower. I took his armor, blaster pistol and wrist weapons as a trophy though disappointed that it wasn't made of the famous Beskar iron but reinforced Durasteel. When I went back to my master he was displeased by the wounds I had gotten and added another to the face. I am somewhat blind in that eye and should probably get a cybernetic replacement. I use the armor when I need to be a bit more covert. You'd be surprised how people will tell you if they think you are a bounty hunter and not a Sith Lord. No one knows I do this among the Sith and probably would get flogged for it.

I survived his rigorous training and no longer needed him. So, as normal of the Sith, I killed him. I cut off his head and presented it to his lord, a Darth. He ranked me Lord that day. That was...2 standard weeks ago. Yeah. And now here we are. 29 years old and a Sith Lord.

Everyone has flaw(s)... What is/are yours?
Well, I've told you about my half blind eye though I am certain you mean something more personal. Alright.

I'm obviously more of a full frontal kind of person when it comes to straight up conversation. I like to get the nonsense out of the way and really not much of a political person. That may seem like that would make me ripe for the picking of some more conniving Sith Lord or Darth but that's where my master was of great use to me. He was that sort of Sith and trained me to be his body guard essentially. He was the plotter and I believe some of it rubbed off on me so I know when someone is trying to play me. Playing someone isn't my strong suit either, similar to Darth Malgus though I may a bit more subtle than rebreather face. I try to hide my "weakness" when I spare other people by adding some cruelty though I fear that some may notice. If they do however, I'll be ready to face them.

What I lack in political views however I make up in knowledge of the criminal underground. As I've said before, I know just where to look when searching for less than legal services. I know how to play appeal to a Hutt instead of a diplomat. Must be the smell. I've probably gotten more used to the foul smells of Hutts and people of similar ilk instead of the political officials. Probably the reason why I tend to avoid them and focus on getting support of criminal scum. They are my kind of people.

Would you describe your Lightsaber, if you have made one?
I own two lightsabers. My first lightsaber was constructed by yours truly. The metal is dark the hilt is long enough to hold it properly with both hands yet not so it were awkward to swing it with one hand. The Crystal is artificial where I poured all of my being into it, all of my strength and will to construct the crystal and it burns with a brilliant red blaze. I used fine leather to wrap around the hilt so to cushion my hand and get a firmer grip on it and at the end it has a sharp spike.

My second lightsaber I got when I slew my first Jedi opponent. The Jedi knight was a Zabrak and was a tough opponent though focused more in his connection with the force instead of the use of his own lightsaber. I took his lightsaber by force and pierce both his hearts. I've now taken the blade for my self. It's small enough to be held with only one hand and it glows a brilliant green color. The hilt is made of stainless metal though I have somewhat modified it to better suit my grip. I occasionally use it though prefer only using one with both hands.

If you wield a Lightsaber, which of the Seven combat forms has your order trained you in?
I dabbled in some though there are two that stand out. Shiem/Djem So is my go to style though I also excel at Ataru which I expanded upon as I gained a second lightsaber. I dabbled in Niman in my early days as an acolyte to properly learn how to use force during combat though I don't use it as I feel it's too balanced to suit me. I however implement various other weapons into my fighting such as wrist weapons like flame throwers, dart launchers and the such to keep my enemy on their feet though not for long. I'm not beyond using a blaster either as I use my M-500 Elite Stealth Enforcer. Always have a trick up your sleeve as I usually say, or at least a poison dart.

Describe your preference in the use of the Force. Are you particularly talented in any one area? Do you have flaws in another? What are the limits on what you can or will do?

I am not as good with force powers as Inquisitors, I can hold my own. I can use telekinesis like most to either move objects, choke pesky enemies or silently launch a poison covered dart to be a bit more covert. I can use Force Lightning at enough intensity to kill someone and hide my presence so people may not notice me if not actively looking for me. I can also suppress pain away for later though there is a limit to it. I highly doubt I'll be able to withstand the pain of Force lightning for long. As well I can use the force to enhance my senses out of combat and reflexes in combat though I have encountered republic veterans that were capable of the same through seer training it seems. I have still have a lot to learn from the force, maybe I shall listen in on some Inquisitors or look at more holocrons.

Is there anything else you would like to mention about yourself?

You want more? Fine. One of my favorite drinks is Alderaan Ruge and I love blue buttermilk bisquits. Aurbesh Soup is my favorite as well served with hot gizka sandwich. Now that I've told you all this *starts to force choke interviewer* I must kill you. It's only natural, I'd rather not have you report to another Sith of what I've said. Terribly sorry. *Crack followed by the sound of a body hitting the floor and blast doors closing*----------[Recording Terminated]

Assallya: Arlas'eon [+]

Name: Arlas'eon
Alias: Arla Sion (Galactic Standard Name)
Gender: Female
Species: Twi'lek

Appearance [+]

Notable Skills: Arla is an excellent physical combatant, agile and swift. She is adept with thrown daggers, a weapon made more dangerous with her ability to use the force to guide them. (Though, this largely doesn't work on other force users except through sheer surprise that one would try such an unorthodox attack!)

Notable Shortcomings: Arla is uncomfortable with technology. While she has since mastered small things that flummoxed her initially like opening doors, she still can't hotwire speeders, slice systems or anything of a technical nature. While another would open an airlock almost instinctively she's more likely to study it for ten seconds before grasping the means.

Biography: As Ryloth is tidally locked to its star and only a thin band of the planet's surface is capable of supporting life. One half is perpetually too cold, the other a burning wasteland. As a result most Twi'lek are forced to live underground. Having evolved from simple underground dwelling mammals they have hairless bodies and keen senses. Their lekku and ear cones, at one point, compensated for their blindness, both of which have become less sensitive as their eyesight developed.

Arla was born there, her clan poor and starving in the deep caves. Only the rarest and most powerful clans able to live on the thin band of surface that isn't a hot blasted or frozen wasteland. On rare occasions she would go out and watch the "under worlders" raid the surface clans for food and valuables while the "upper dwellers" would raid the under ground portions of the planets for slaves with which to trade to the "off worlders". So it has been for thousands of years and so it is likely to continue.

Arla was taken in one such raid, just one of thousands that were used as bartering material with off worlders who have absolutely no interest in helping the Twi'lekki people get off world and establish themselves on a less gods forsaken planet. They love the pathetic needs of the Twi'lekki peoples for they are incredibly easy to take advantage of, fighting amongst themselves for the crumbs the greater galaxy chooses to fling their way. The tribe that kidnapped her sold her for a blaster, which would be of great use killing her own people and was packed aboard a slaver starship and whisked away from her home. Later, she would be sold for thousands of credits against the two hundred credits the cheap blaster would cost. Later, they would make even more credits off of the power packs which were cheaper still. Quite the lucrative deal.

Arla, like most subterranean twi'leks is an accomplished fighter with the primitive stone weapons and slings. Wood, of course, being so incredibly rare that it could not be wasted in the crafting of weapons. The women of a tribe were expected to protect it while men were away hunting for food or raiding other tribes for their supplies. She is, as one might imagine from living underground, also quite adept at skulking about in the dark.

Aboard the starship that had taken them she, along with several of the slaves, had to deal with an unknown creature in the ship's hold that was hunting down the slaves one by one. She served as bait but managed to lure it into an airlock and decompress it. It was the scariest thing she had ever done.

After that she arrived at the slave auction and was promptly tattooed. Apparently normal humans were discomfited by the Twi'leki lack of eyebrows. They also informed her that, had they time, they'd have performed a genetic augmentation upon her that they did to many Twi'Leki, replacing her cones with... human ears! The very idea disgusted her. Those strange wrinkly misshapen things on the side of human heads were so ugly!

Fortunately, before she could be sold a Jedi and his Padawan came across her. They sensed her force sensitivity and she theirs though she knew not what she sensed. In truth, with the war against the Sith stretching on without end in sight many Padawans were accepted despite being older than they should and thrown into battle before they were truly ready. As a result they chose to free her and return her to the temple for training despite her already passing the age limit.

Arla, thankfully, was already a skilled knife fighter and the Jedi took advantage of that. She soon found herself practicing with twin light saber sized daggers and doing things with them that most of the Jedi had never seen before, getting inside the guard of those she went up against using elbows and knees. Her ability to use the force, however, was something they discouraged for she had quite a bit of anger inside her. While she can certainly do the typical Jedi tricks like moving objects and can let the force flow through her she isn't capable of mind tricks, nor any other advanced techniques. This led the Jedi to grow concerned. However, since much of that anger was directed towards slavers and those that would oppress those that could not protect themselves they found themselves calculating that she would be killed in battle with the Sith long before she were to fall to the dark side and join them.

When the attack upon the temple came Arla stood in its defense, following her master into battle. She was holding her own, thanks to her innate battle prowess when something hit her in the back of the head, right at the base of the lekku, the Twi'lek head tentacles. It could have been her immediate opponent. It could have been someone on the other side of the grand melee but she went down hard.

misery company: Taia Venthon [+]

Who and what are you?
I am Taia Venthon, a member of the most populated race in the Galaxy, Humans.

You serve many masters and causes, but when it is ground down properly you serve one side. Which is it, the Empire or the Galactic Republic?
I believe in a Galaxy free from oppression, and peace for all. I follow the Republic.

What do you look like? How are you dressed?
I am five feet four inches with a athletic build from years of training. I do retain natural female curves that of course became more pronounced as I aged. My hair is microbraids in style and black of color. My eyes are of a deep dark brown with golden flecks in the iris. My skin is a dark brown similar to that of chocolate

Appearance [+]

Why do you fight? What influences your actions? What are the reasons behind it all?
I fight for my belief in good, and the idea of evil being removed from the Galaxy. I act for a future without pain, a future that brings prosperity to all who strive for it and justice to those who deserve it.

Do you have any skills that make you stand out from the crowd?
I seem to have a knack for persuasion, when I speak people listen wholeheartedly, when I ask a favor they usually fulfill it. I do use this skill sparingly however. This is not a power I gained from the force, but rather the fact not many can say no to a smile and a pretty face.

How do you relate to everyone else? Do you have any friends or subordinates? Family or foes?
I left my family behind long ago. Though friends I have many, all who are jedi are my friends, even those who have turned to the darkside are not above redemption. I can save them.

What made you the person you are today? What in your past influenced your present?
I was born on Coruscant down in the slums. I saw the despot people lived in. I was amazed when a Jedi by the name of Veasas found me and told me I could have a life with meaning, a life in the light. I went with him and found a life that I couldn't believe. I learned amazing things and no longer had to steal, or dig through trash to eat. I was respected by others and loved by close friends. I excelled in my trained because I wanted nothing more to be what my masters were. I accepted what was expected of me and reveled in my accomplishments.

When I came to my sixteenth birthday my master found I was trained enough to come with him on my first mission. It was meant to be routine, but it was far from it. While searching for a missing jedi we came across a site cult, we had a long hard fought battle, but in the end we won defeating this cult only to find that our missing Jedi was there leader and had fled. So it became our mission to find this dark jedi. We tracked her for years only to find that she had gathered a new band. Caught in a deadly battle we were highly outmatched we had to flee and were then the ones being tracked. We moved across the heavily forested planet eluding our captors. They were always right on our tail.

We finally made a stand at a landing port where we managed to make contact with a shuttle. As it was landing to pick us up our enemies were swarming us. My master made me board the shuttle while he held off the sith. He was no match for their numbers though I saw him cut down while I fled. When I got back to the temple on Coruscant I spent weeks grieving for the man who had given me a new life and a new path, but I knew I could not dwell on it. He was one with the force now. I began giving my time to helping those in need on Coruscant and this slowly healed the pain of my lost master.

Once I had taken enough time to myself I began teaching a class of younglings. This was a new light in the darkness to help the masters teach these young children. I would take them out into the city having them help me with the poor and down trodden giving food and clothes to those less privileged. They became everything to me.

It was during this time that the Sith attacked Coruscant I had to hide once more in the slums I was born in. Run once more from the sith. I was afraid and fear leads to the darkside, but I continued on regardless. I had to for the younglings. They couldn't see me waiver. We would go from place to.place and slowly we picked up more padawans like myself, but the larger our group became the harder to hide it became. One evening we were hiding in a rundown warehouse when the sith found us. Two of my fellow padawans took the younglings and ran. Myself and one other padawan distracted the sithspawn and made them follow us. My fellow padawan was cut down. I was found and captured. They numbered to great for me to fight, so I surrendered. Now I sit in this cell waiting, and afraid. They believe I know where more Jedi are hiding. I do, but I want give them up.

Everyone has flaws, what are yours?
I am emotional my emotions guide me slot although I suppress how much they show. I am also quite gullible as I believe that most people are telling the truth.

Would you describe your lightsaber if you have made one?

If you wield a lightsaber, which of the seven forms did your order train you in?
Form III Soresu, and Form V Shien/Djem So

What powers in the force do you excel in, and what do you waiver at?
I am particularly strong in manipulation of my physical attributes such as increasing my speed strength, agility, and endurance. While I falter in areas such as lifting heavier objects, healing, or really manipulating anything other than myself. Not to say I can use the force to throw a enemy through the air, but I can't throw a landspeeder.

Is there anything else you'd like use to know?
At this time no. I can't think of anything else.

The Musketman: Burin Pentag [+]

Who and what are you?
Burin Pentag, Barabel, padawan

You might have many masters or causes, but when it is ground down properly, you serve one side alone. Which is it? The Sith Empire or the Galactic Republic?
The Galactic Republic

What do you look like, and how are you dressed?

I have green skin, with yellow eyes and green pupils. I am 6'0 and 150 pounds.

Why do you fight? What thoughts and ideas influence your actions? What are the reasons behind it all?
I don't fight, I defend, I loathe the idea of violence, of war, so much sacrifice over petty things that can be solved by simply talking. I defend because I was never defended, never protected from the harshness of war. My family and I suffered at the hand of Barabel clan war and Galactic war isn't any better.

Do you have any skills that make you stand out from the crowd?
Unlike my kin, I don't have a natural knack for aggression, I stay calm in times of battle. Though I did inherit my species ability of combat, and as I said before I like to defend, I will attack if necessary, but I prefer the former.

How do you relate to everyone else? Do you have any friends, family, foes or subordinates among them?
I know there are few Barabels among the Jedi, given their nature, but I don't know any. No family, I had many friends in the Bergruutfa Clan, but when I left it, I had only one friend which is my master, Karton La'shevit, who is dead.

What made you the person you are today? How did the past influence your present?
I was born on Barab I, to the Bagon clan, a clan of war mongers deep within the Barab I marshes. Also within these marshes were a number of other Barab clans, who waged war on each other, including my clan. My family were the weirdos of the clan, because we didn't find necessity in war like the rest of the clan. I had my parents and a brother and sister named J'varr and Liuatun. War was waged most of my life, until the Jedi picked me up that is, clan wars took my father's and brother's life, who were forced to fight in them, I was too young and women don't fight in the Bagon clan. One day two Jedi visited our clan, a knight and padawan, they were rejected by the majority of the clan, but we accepted them into our home, they tested my blood and said I was positive for force sensitivity , my sister was too old. My mother wanted what was best for me and she let them take me, the clan however, wasn't so keen to let a potential warrior go. So we fought our way out (And by we I mean the knight and padawan fought while I followed closely behind) and hopped into the ship, soaring away from Barbab I.

I was four when I left my homeworld, for Coruscant. There I was put in the Bergruutfa Clan and trained for nine years, I made many friends in the clan, but I doubted I would ever see them again when I completed trials and got taken on by Karton La'shevit, a Gungan Jedi master. We traveled the galaxy together, going on diplomatic meetings, special missions, protection jobs, almost anything you can think of. Why one of our most memorable missions was when I was 14,at a diplomatic meeting and one Gran diplomat pulled out a blaster and shot a Twi'lek diplomat in the chest, it turned into an all out firefight, I was deflecting blasts left and right, then the local law enforcement showed up which just made matters worse, and in the end only Master La'shevit, me, and a law enforcement officer survived. I only traveled with my master for 4 years, before the attack on Coruscant. We had flew to the planet so Master La'Shevit could have a word with the council, we landed and walked to the entrance of the temple, I decided to stay outside and observe the city, as my master was talking to the council. I was 17 now it had been awhile since I've been there, but not five seconds after my master walked in that a ship crashed into the building.

I sensed it a second too late, I was knocked off my feet by the explosion and over the edge of the platform, I fell about 15 feet before finding a ledge to grab onto, I pulled myself up and found myself at a cafe full of panicking people, A squad of Imperial soldiers were marching in, I barely had time to get into the cafe before they spotted me they opened fire, I was able to dodge this time and I forced my way up to them, cutting them down and running out of the cafe and into the street, I needed to find a way up to the temple, I rushed up a set of stairs in the back alley of the cafe, I was greeted by seven Imperial soldiers, all of them were listening to a human with red lightsaber I was able to register one word, Sith who was ordering the troopers that all Jedi were to be shot on sight. Then they saw me I deflected them the best I could, but the force was overwhelming. The Sith thrust-ed his hand at me and everything went black, now I'm in a cell and I'm pretty sure that the Imperial troops took over Coruscant, I've also worked out that my master is probably dead, by the time that ship hit, he wouldn't even been halfway across the hall.

Everyone has flaw(s)... What is/are yours?
I'm a saving people person, or so my master has told me, I try to save or protect people when it is virtually impossible.

Would you describe your Lightsaber, if you have made one?

It has a green light.

If you wield a Lightsaber, which of the Seven combat forms has your order trained you in?
III, Soresu

Describe your preference in the use of the Force. Are you particularly talented in any one area? Do you have flaws in another? What are the limits on what you can or will do?
I can do force push and pull, and use the force to affect my movements such as jumping or dodging.

Is there anything else you would like to mention about yourself?
Oh, as a symbol of my padawan rank I have a white tattoo that curls around my right arm, it is hidden by my robes.

Silver Drake: Vanda Sakti [+]

VANDA SAKTI - SITH APPRENTICE

Who and what are you?
My name is Vanda Sakti. I don't remember much of my early life. The occasional glimmer of grass on Shili, and then the bursts of fire on that fateful day, floating above the Noctralis system as the Hutts raided the transport ship I was on. My mother and father probably died that day. I don't remember their faces anyway.

Togrutans are known for their exotic beauty - and what better place to be displayed than on the pleasure boat of a bloated space-slug like Bazilla the Hutt? Yes, I was enslaved. Paraded. Stripped and sold, and bargained for and leered at and attacked a hundred times over. It was the only life I'd ever known, since I was very young. Those rusted, decaying walls were my world. Yes, people came and went, the scum and the deplorable creatures that infested the foulest corners of the known galaxy - bounty hunters, assassins, hired thugs... they all poured back and forth into the hallowed halls of this minor Hutt. I started as a cup-girl, filling the drinks of those who had found themselves empty. That was when I was young. As I grew older, I felt the cruel eyes of a thousand terrible men staring me down every time I moved. I was provided with less and less clothing, until one day I found myself chained to the hideous behemoth himself, to dance for his pleasure and for that of his guests, to the shrill tweeting of a Bith band.

Bazilla was no kind master. He was wont to fire creatures and guests that he got bored of into the vacuum, as a means of entertaining those guests that he was not as bored of. I had seen it a thousand times. The way their eyes popped and they strangled themselves with paling hands in an attempt to breathe was... hilarious. I admit it. I suppose it was on that ship that I really got a love for the macabre. The deaths were entertaining, and I suppose that death itself became almost entirely ingrained upon me from the start. Cruelty had been my mother's milk.

I fought every day to survive, but every day I felt my will to live leave me. Why not just give in to the inevitable? All slaves die. No slave girl lives to a ripe old age.

Then, one day, just as a young and hopeful Togruta had begun to resign herself to an inevitable fate of being amongst trilling Twi'Lek and a hundred other types of slave until the day that my master found something more exotic, more exciting, and sent me barreling off into the great abyss, he arrived. He was young man, in honesty, but his scarred face him seem so much older. He dressed in tight fitting black robes, with a shock of brown hair streaked with white covering his head. Corellian, by the looks of him, but who knew, with humans? I felt him, too. In my soul. In my mind. There was something about him that spoke to me on a level I had never felt amongst the people here.

The other scum gave him a wide berth. Kept a good distance from him, and I noticed that even some of the slave girls were quick to refill his cup whenever it emptied, before even that of our master. But this mysterious stranger had eyes only for me. Of course, I was used to being stared at. I relished in it - it meant I was doing a good job. And as a Togruta, the eyes were usually on me. It wasn't as like there was a Lethan Twi'Lek to hand, after all. And, I admit, my eyes were on him a lot more than they were on Bazilla the Great Space Slug. My master noticed. That night, he announced that there would be a jettison to entertain the guests. Also, in a first for his pleasure barge, it would be a double jettison. Oh, how they all cheered and clapped at that. It made me feel a damn sight better about what happened next. They were going to see the slug's whore and the dark stranger cling desperately onto each other as they died horribly. How exciting. If it were not me who was about to me fired from into a vacuum, I imagine I would have been equally excited.

Then, just as the Hutt gave his vile guards the order to move forward, there was a flash of red and orange, and then the whole world fell away in terrified excitement and commotion. My master was cleaved clean in two before he could grunt, his guards cut down like so many stalks of plant matter. The man in black terrorised the floor until every single person there lay dead. Every single person, that is, except for me. The dancing floor was slick, and as I nervously watched over at my saviour... or murderer... I noticed that the head of a particularly ugly Bith was resting between my feet. I didn't feel disgusted, or scared. I felt at peace. If he killed me here, then so be it. My master's body writhed grotesquely, minus his head and shoulders. The chain that bound me to his arm felt ever so much lighter, and as I looked I realised that it was because the arm that I was attached to was being dragged behind me.

He didn't kill me. He introduced himself, red lightsaber flashing, and he struck off my chains. I was free. I knew what a lightsaber was. I had seen them before, illicitly obtained more often than not. A Sith. That word bounced around in my head for a while. I'd heard of the Sith. They were meant to be worse than the Hutts, yet here was a Sith Lord, telling me I had great potential. Telling me he would take me, and I could be so much more than this.

I went with him. No-one can blame me for that. I am Sith, now. No Jedi had ever saved me, nor would they. But the Sith gave me a reason to be. And so, I went, a newly made sithspawn, eyeing the power cell in my saviour's power-cell and lightsaber eagerly. He had a beautiful lightsaber, with a beautiful, ruby blade and an ebon pommel. I couldn't resist taking it from him, at the first opportunity, when he was sleeping. I expected him to wake up and for me to have to kill him with it, but instead he just laughed and laughed, and we whirled away into space in that tiny space pod as the rusted, ghostly pleasure barge that was once my entire world became an insignificant speck against an orange sun.

I must admit, I did not expect to find the Sith so... xenophobic. But a Togruta is not so different looking from a human, nor from a pureblood Sith, if you strip away at it. My dedication was enough to save me from immediate execution. My perception has kept me alive since then.

You might have many masters or causes, but when it is ground down properly, you serve one side alone. Which is it? The Sith Empire or the Galactic Republic?
My allegiance lays only with the Sith. Politics, emperors, Kings and Queens and everything in between are tools for the advancement of our glorious order. Self-preservation is key. My duty is to myself - myself's duty is to the Sith. The force shall free me.

What do you look like? How are you dressed?
I dress modestly, now. Long, runed robes of green and red and darkened colours of power. I wear my lekku and montrals with pride. They are my identifiers. I am grandiose, and I am beautiful. My shape is perfected by years of torture and torment. I know this, now. I know that I am beautiful. I will use that to my advantage whenever possible, mark my words.

Why do you fight? What thoughts and ideas influence your actions? What are the reasons behind it all?
I fight because, before that moment when the blood of a Hutt covered me head to toe, I had never fought before. I fight because I can. Because I have the potential - and because I want to. I am no ideologist. I am here to survive, to fight my way up in this cesspit of a chaotic galaxy. I will climb the ladder until I know that I am safe from whatever is beneath me, and then I shall climb it some more, and some more, until all that is beneath me is not safe from me. I am ruthless, and determined, but not out of some misplaced sadism. I am not addled - but I know that I must do what is necessary to survive. The Sith enabled my continued survival, and I therefore have much to give them too. What I have to do I will do. I have seen enough in this galaxy already. Nothing can shock me now.

Do you have any skills that make you stand out from the crowd?
A thirst for knowledge. Holocrons - they must be found. So much knowledge, so much power. When a Sith has a holocron, they never really die. My skills with a lightsaber are adequate. I took mine, with its bright red power cell. It's a beautiful thing, a single-bladed master piece, inscribed with runes and easily adaptable to my favoured techniques.

I must humbly confess that I have charms that work well on most men - and many women - in regards to extracting information. My years on the pleasure barge taught me that much. Besides, if that does not work, I am equally handy with more... heavy-handed methods of investigation. It is all necessary, especially with our new... guests.

Everyone has flaws. What are yours?
Only a fool would tell their fellow Sith about their flaws. My flaws are none - I find them, and I eliminate them. That is how it works with the Sith.

How would you describe your Lightsaber, if you have made one?
My lightsaber is the most beautiful thing I have ever owned. It has a curved, ebon hilt and is embedded with a ruby crystal that emits the most richly coloured blade. I keep it upon my person at all times, to make sure that it never falls into the wrong hands. I did not make it - but I have adapted its hilt to be curved since I claimed it as mine, and replaced its crystal with a much deeper, richer one.

If you wield a Lightsaber, which of the Seven combat forms has your order trained you in?
I excel at Form II: Makashi. It is elegant, refined, and as deadly as I myself.

Describe your preference in the use of the Force. Are you particularly talented in any one area? Do you have flaws in another? What are the limits on what you can or will do?
I use the force within itself far more than my lightsaber. I used it to torture, to seduce, to addle the minds of those weaker than me. My skills lay in interrogation and in pain and pleasure, as well as telekinesis and the power to push and pull objects at my whim. When I became a Sith Lord, I believe it would suit me well to become an inquisitor. Knowledge is power.

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