[M] Star Wars: The Shadow Hand OOC

[StormWolf]

Rated M for violence, language, drugs, alcohol, and possible sensual interactions

A long time ago in a glaaxy far, far, away…

THE SHADOW HAND

After the collapse of the Galactic Empire and the victory of the Rebellion was achieved, one struggle ended, only to bring a dozen others to light. Many loyal to the ideals of the Empire refused to accept defeat, continuing to fight a lost war against the founding throes of the fledgling New Republic. THE REMNANT, factions started to turn on one another. In a decisive victory over the war-torn world of Byss, the Remnants made their final withdrawal, retreating into the Uncharted Quadrant.

Peace finally had its reign and the Galaxy could rebuild as long-isolated worlds are slowly reintegrated into the growing New Republic. Some are resistant to the idea of yet another central power mandating their day-to-day lives.

Fifteen years after the defeat of the Empire, the New Republic Senate meets with delegates from neutral worlds to discuss a peaceful and gradual integration into Republic societ. Despite the shaky peace and prosperity, the shadow of an ancient plot looms on the horizon...

Spoiler: Rules 

-First and foremost, I am the GM. My word and those I deputize as my co-GM’s hold the word of law. Heed it with respect. Follow all RPA Rules and Regulations.

-As GM, I have the right to deny character sheets I feel are not up to par with the quality desired.
You get three strikes with a character application. If it takes you that many edits and you still can’t get a character to fit the lore, this is probably not the best place for you to be.

-Siks is my co-GM, and carries the same authority as I do.

-Be respectful towards your fellow players and the GMs. You get three strikes unless an offense is particularly grievous. Follow the golden rule and, of course, obey the RPA forum rules.

-Godmodding, Powerplaying, Railroading, and other such actions will be taken as an offense, because it spoils the fun for everyone else.

-Refrain from wanton tangents. They sully and clutter the OOC. You get three strikes with OOC derailing.

-Try and post a minimum of three paragraphs per post, optimally once per week. I know more than anyone that life happens. If it does, just be sure to communicate.

-Take time and care with character sheets. Do your research, make them fit in the Universe, and make them original.

-Star Wars races please, but if you have an original species, feel free to PM me. The form for original species will follow.

-Not everyone will be a Jedi Master. In fact, very few will be Masters, as the New Jedi Order is still rather new. There is nothing wrong with playing a Padawan, or even a non-Jedi character. Remember how much more badass Han was than Luke? Yeah.

-The Three Strikes - if you hit your three strikes, you will be removed from the RP. Be gracious if it comes to that point, because you made the bed, so it is your duty to sleep in it.

-No anime images, please. The most cartoony I would permit would be art styles along Clone Wars and/or Rebels.

-For the sake of this RP, I am not acknowledging EU events after the Original Trilogy as canon. It gives us more creative freedom to not worry about the continuity. Some characters may be used and mentioned from the EU because they are awesome, like Kyle Katarn.

-The mention of medi-chlorians in any manner other than mockery will result in a Force Choking.
You can’t make a Yoda-species character. Don’t ask.
The Rules are subject to change should that be truly necessary.

If you have read all of this and agree to it, and therefore agree to participate under these parameters, List the Jedi Code as it was revised by Grand Master Luke Skywalker in your sheet.

Spoiler: Notes on the New Republic Era 

As a general note, follow the stylistic rules listed here, and you can’t really go wrong.
The New Republic follows a similar democratic paramilitary system of government that the Old Republic did, their capitol being on the city-world of Coruscant
The New Jedi Order (NJO) has their primary temple located on Yavin 4, but they also have temples and enclaves across the galaxy, including Coruscant, Bespin, Tatooine, Degobah, and other locations.
The Remnants are more of a military insurgency than an organized force. They are divided between several Imperial Warlords.
There is no such thing as ‘medi-chlorians’. The Force is magical, mysterious, mystical, and spiritual.
The galaxy is in a ‘reconstruction period’, recovering from a long and violent civil war. There will be some ugly themes touched on.
The Uncharted Quadrant is exactly that: uncharted. No wiggle room on that for plot reasons.
New Republic worlds use credits as currency. Those outside the Republic use different forms of currency, usually decided by the Hutts.
At this point in time, Mandalorians are not a pure race anymore, so much as a religion/culture one can adopt. As such, you cannot be a Mandalorian Jedi.

More will be added as I see fit.

Spoiler: The New Republic 

“We, the Beings of the Galaxy, in order to form a free union of planets, establish justice, provide for common peace and prosperity, and to secure liberty for all beings, do ordain and establish this New Republic. Let the stars sing! Let the planets shout! Let the Republic begin!”

The New Republic was the name of the galactic government established by the Alliance to Restore the Republic to replace the Galactic Empire after the Battle of Endor. Like its predecessor, it was often simply referred to as the Republic; less often, it was referred to as the New Galactic Republic or the Second Galactic Republic.
Formed in 4 ABY, after the dissolution of the former Alliance of Free Planets (which was formed directly after the Battle of Endor as an intermediate government), it was to become the supreme governmental authority of the galaxy. The "New" Republic was supposed to be a sort of continuation of the original Galactic Republic that had become known as the Old Republic at that time.
The New Republic was founded on the same principle that the old Galactic Republic was thousands of generations before—to have a representative parliamentary body govern the galaxy in a fair and equal manner—and it was designed to eradicate the shortcomings that brought about the Galactic Republic's downfall. The New Republic was protected by the New Jedi Order, which was established by Luke Skywalker, just as the Old Republic was once protected by the Old Jedi Order.

The New Republic, just as the old, is run by a joint federal parliament comprised of senators from each world within the Republic’s legal and economic boundaries. The senate decides important matters through majority vote, and after the occurrences with the rise of the Empire, there is no longer a permanent Supreme Chancellor, even in times of crisis. The Supreme Chancellor is voted in by popular consensus of the people every four years. While a senator may be Supreme Chancellor more than once, they may never have a new term following up on an already existing one.

The New Republic has a standardized military that uses the same chain of command as the Rebellion forces during the Galactic Civil War, acting as the glue that holds the Republic together, more than anything else. With each system that joins the Republic, they are expected to dedicate a percentage of their military (or at the very least, resources, factories, and/or research) to the Republic Military, usually 15-20%. The rest remains dedicated to the defense of the system itself, for hyperspace travel can take up to several weeks, even months, to get proper reinforcements to a besieged system.
In addition, the Republic has been known to hire many mercenary and private military organizations on annual commissions. While these private entities govern themselves with their own code of conduct and command structure, they must adhere to the rules of engagement and laws laid out by the Republic, or their contracts will be terminated, and their personnel likely imprisoned.

Spoiler: The Force 

"The ways of the Living Force are beyond our understanding… But fear not. You are in the hands of something much greater and much better than you can imagine.”
- Qui-Gon Jinn

The Force was a metaphysical, spiritual, binding, omnipotent and ubiquitous power that holds enormous importance for both the Jedi and Sith monastic orders. Known as the Way in ancient times, the Force was viewed in many different aspects, including, but not limited to, the light side, the dark side, the Unifying Force, and the Living Force. The first two aspects were concerned with the moral compass of the Force, as manifested by the conduct and emotions of living creatures who were themselves part of the fabric of the Force. The light side of the Force was the facet aligned with compassion, selflessness, self-knowledge and enlightenment, healing, mercy and benevolence, while the dark side of the Force was the element aligned with hatred, fear, covetousness, anger, aggression, jealousy and malevolence. The latter two aspects were defined by prominent Jedi philosophies: The Unifying Force essentially embraced space and time in its entirety while the Living Force dealt with the energy of living things. Though the Force was categorized in this way, there were no specific abilities or powers that were only usable by a follower of a particular path of the Force; the Force partially existed inside the life forms that used it, and drew energy from their emotions.

Some beings, particularly the Sith, believed that the dark side of the Force was more powerful than the light, though it was possible that the dark side was just more tempting to those who used it (or desired to use it). Others thought of the Force as an entity capable of intelligent thought, almost as a sort of deity. Anakin Skywalker, who was believed to have been conceived by the Force itself, may have shared this belief; if this was indeed the case, it would add credence towards the view of the Force as a sentient entity. Though the Force was thought to flow through every living thing, its power could only be harnessed by beings described as "Force-sensitive." Force-sensitive beings were able to tap into the Force to perform acts of great skill and agility as well as control and shape the world around them. Sometimes this ability was described as having a strong Force “aura".

The Force surrounds all creatures, and because of this, Jedi are to avoid killing at all costs, but it cannot be avoided in dire circumstances of life and death. Those who have an affinity with the Force in any capacity will display superior reflexes or strength to their comparatively mundane kin. There have been several recorded instances of Rogue Squadron pilots and Imperial Aces whose dextrous displays of piloting are the result of a connection to the Living Force, but in such a minute concentration that not even the Emperor could sense it. It is worth noting that sometimes entire species, like the Miraluka, are born with an innate disposition to the Force to compensate for their lack of an entire sensory spectrum.

Spoiler: The New Jedi Order 

The New Jedi Order was the restored and reformed Jedi Order, in the wake of the Great Jedi Purge and subsequent fall of the Galactic Empire. The Jedi Knights, reduced in number to only a handful, were slowly restored, primarily under the leadership of Luke Skywalker, son of the former Jedi Knight Anakin Skywalker.

Despite the great roles played by Jedi in the Rebellion and the tales of the Jedi as they once were, the New Jedi Order is treated with a passive mistrust at best. Tales and rumors from the old republic still remain, defacing the Jedi as kidnappers and elitists. Despite Grand Master Skywalker’s attempts to resolve such miscommunications, it is highly advised that Padawans never wander far from their Master, especially in the Outer Rim Territories.

The current Grand Master, Luke Skywalker, oversees the operations of the New Jedi Order from their primary temple on Yavin 4, the Praxeum. Other auxiliary temples, called Enclaves, exist on several planets, but are not terribly populated as the Jedi are still recovering from the near-extinction of the Great Purge. The Jedi Council remains very small and extremely secretive, supposedly over the paramount task of the Jedi Order, which is the collection of scattered Sith artifacts, to keep the Emperor’s dark secrets from infecting the galaxy any further. The most notable members of the Jedi Council are Grand Master Skywalker, Master Kyle Katarn, and Master Kanan Jarrus. Under these Masters, the Jedi Code has been revised and made more progressive for the times. Where the Old Jedi saw their role as being moralistic and pure, the Jedi Council of the New Order has come to the conclusion that the Jedi should encourage balance. Balance in the forces of the galaxy and balance in the Force. As Kyle Katarn is fond of repeating to his students, “No power in the Force is inherently good or evil. It is the intent behind them.” Some powers within the Force, however, do carry an innate taint of corruption with them, for they are either derived from old Sith sorcery or designed purely to kill. Grand Master Skywalker went on to revise the Jedi Code to reflect their new views more appropriately.

The New Code is as follows:
“Jedi are the guardians of peace in the galaxy.
Jedi use their powers to defend and to protect.
Jedi respect all life, in any form.
Jedi serve others rather than ruling over them, for the good of the galaxy.
Jedi seek to improve themselves through knowledge and training.”

Under this revised Code, Jedi are no longer forbidden to have emotions, so long as they seek balance between themselves, their emotions, and the Force. Love and Compassion are not inherently a force of destruction until one obsesses over it, driving them into violent fixation. So a Jedi may marry, but a Jedi must never put the well being of their loved ones above the greater good of the galaxy. Simple enough in doctrine, but much more difficult in practice.

With the New Jedi Order no longer serving the whims of the Republic, but the good of all, the Jedi have lost the right and authority to take Force-sensative children from their homes. To become a Jedi, one must want to. It is purely voluntary, and should the individual and/or the individual’s legal guardians decline, then there is nothing more the Jedi can do.

Due still to the rebuilding numbers of the Jedi, Knights and Masters will often be assigned multiple Padawans, two on average, but more or less is not unheard of. To maximize training, bringing Younglings to the Temple is still optimal, but that is not always such a luxury. Oftentimes, teens and young adults develop Force-sensativity acute enough for Jedi training. If a candidate passes the proper tests but is too old to be considered a Youngling, they will still be assigned a Master, but will be strongly encouraged to go on as many assignments with their Master as possible. Training regiments are different under each Master, the only unified element of Jedi training falling into the classes, Apprentice Tournaments, drills, and library study.

Until a Youngling or candidate becomes a Padawan with the privilege of going on assignments with your Master, you will only have access to the training saber - essentially a stun baton. When a Padawan has proven themselves, they may construct a lightsaber all their own. This is a delicate process that involves the Padawan to reach a deep understanding of themselves as they gather the proper materials for their saber. These materials are not uniform, and personalization of ones lightsaber is encouraged. With the chassis of the lightsaber constructed, the Padawan will travel to Ilum to select their lightsaber crystal.
Padawans will have the single saber option only, for they are still learning the ways of the Force and the art of the Lightsaber, but they have a wide spectrum of crystals open to them: Several shades of blue and green, purples, oranges, and yellows. Once all materials are gathered, the Padawan must meditate at the Forge on Ilum, and with the power of their mind and the will of the Force, construct the lightsaber without touching it with their hands.

Spoiler: A Note on Lightsabers 

A Padawan may construct a new/additional lightsaber, if they wish, when the elevate to the level of Knight.

Spoiler: Lightsabers 

There is a wide variety of lightsaber variations and a whopping VII core lightsaber forms, as well as several variants. I will not list them all because you can use
https://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Main_Page
to find all you need. It is your greatest resource. Use it. As a note, I will not be permitting Lightsaber whips, because they are the dumbest thing since Jar-Jar. Use of Wookiepedia will be almost required for the Jedi and their

Spoiler: Jedi Knight Specializations 

Consular: The Consular focuses on the goal of achieving peace and harmony through positive discourse. They believe that it is always more effective to have an intelligent discussion about a problem and then solve it through negotiations and other peaceful means than engage in conflict to solve it. Followers of this career are not the Consulars of the Old Republic, but they embrace many of the same practices, striving to gather and share lost knowledge, heal through the Force, and act as a barrier between evil and the innocent. By their scholarly nature, the Consulars are far more academic than their peers, and have strived for a powerful understanding of the Force and its uses. Teachers and tactitians, the Consular’s mind remains as keen and dangerous a weapon as their lightsaber.

Guardian: Adherants to the Guardian career are driven by a strong sense of responsibility and compassion. These individuals see is as their duty to ease - and even prevent - crises they encounter whenever possible. Guardians are seldom subtle in their approaches. Rather, their preferred method for doing so is to resort to direct physical confrontation, relying on their abilities to quickly and thoroughly overwhelm their opponents. Across the galaxy, even during the times of the Old Republic, the Guardian was a peacekeeper, a protector, and a warrior. Between Force techniques to enhance the body and the ability to wield the lightsaber, a Guardian can become a powerful opponent in physical and psychological combat.

Sentinel: Whenever sentient beings gather together, some of them seek to deceive and manipulate others. Even the most pristine city has an underworld hidden below, filled with people who operate under a less restrictive moral code. Some Force adepts are particularly well-suited to combating the injustices that arise amid these conditions. Their skills are ideal for working outside the constraints of governments, the shadow that lurks in the dark, doing what other Jedi would not be willing to do in order to prevent the rise of the Sith once more.

Within each of these careers lies a wide range of responsibilities, from the Temple Guardian to the Librarian. The position a Jedi fulfills within their career is ultimately up to them, but an Jedi cannot be idle.

Spoiler: The Galaxy Today… 

With the New Republic still reconstructing itself after the Galactic Civil War and Remnant cells still sowing discord and destruction, chaos as filled the cracks between them. The Hutts and other criminal infrastructures have a grasp across several systems. Some planets want to be saved from this by the Republic, others enjoy the lawlessness of the frontier.

Across the stars, there are those who have grown into this chaos and learned to not only survive, but thrive. Mercenaries, pirates, cartels, and other such groups are used by the Hutts and Remnants just as much as the New Republic. Some may have a sense of honor and strong morality, others may have a morality colored by credits alone, but these individuals have survived by climbing atop the ruin of those not strong enough.

A ship will give you a livelihood, a gun will help you keep it.

Spoiler: Character Creation 

[b]Name:[b] Keep in mind the naming conventions of Star Wars.
Age:
Race: Races from the canon. Custom races only if I give you the green light to do so.
Appearance: Description is required, but if you have a working image, include it.

Skills: List your practical skills. Remember that no one is good at everything
Talents: List your innate and learned talents
Weapons: Your character’s weaponry. Only trained Force users can have Lightsabers. Keep it reasonable. Images and/or descriptions of these weapons would be nice. Full technical details not required.
Gear: Armor, tools, accessories, etc. Again, be reasonable.

Spoiler: Additional fields for Jedi 

Rank: Youngling, Padawan, Knight, Master (non-council)
Force Powers: Pull/Push, Jump, Speed, Focus, Telekinesis, and up to: 2 additional powers for Padawans, 3 additional powers for Knights, 4 additional powers for Masters.
Lightsaber Discipline: Shii-Cho and: Padawans may select 1 additional discipline, Knights may select 2, Masters may select 3. This reflects the mastery of fundamentals (Shii-Cho) and allows the Jedi to construct their own personal styles around the established forms. Usually, unless a Knight chooses to focus entirely on one form, they will have their won style made. Feel free to name it and lay it out here, but list the base forms still.
Specialization: (optional) Some Knights may choose a more particular path, or have it thrust upon them. If you are a Jedi Knight and seek deeper refinement of your chosen skills, you may pursue one of the several Knight Specializations available.
Master: (optional)
Apprentice: (optional)
For the Master and Apprentice sections, only fill those in if you want that character dynamic and if you and another player have come to an agreement and written that part of their back stories together. If there is no back story to their relationship, they will be hitched together at the onset of the story.

Driods/Pets: (optional)
Ship: (optional)
Personality: Be sure to outline the vices and virtues of their morality in addition to whatever else.
Background:

RP Sampe: 2-3 Paragraphs minimum of a short IC scene

Spoiler: StormWolf’s Characters 

Name: Rhonan Althror
Age: 26
Race: Juhani-Cathar

Spoiler: Appearance 

Image coming soon

Rhonan Althror is a tall and strong specimen for his age, blooming in to maturity early. His body is comprised of steel-chord sinews coiling beneath his golden hide, darkly striped in a unique pattern. With a masculine jaw and high cheekbones, he is a handsome example of the Cathar race. His body is built with a broad chest and shoulders and a narrow waist with powerful arms and legs with a thick neck. Rhonan's pelt is a primarily sandy color with accents of rust-orange and a striping pattern as unique to him as a human's fingerprint. Like many of his people, he speaks basic with an accent deviated from his native tongue of Catharese and the Mando'a tongue of his captors, rolling his “r”s and flowing speech smoothly. He has the racial standard of retractable claws and extraordinary canines on his top and bottom jaws. His eyes are a bright, wild, and expressive shade of blue, bearing a spark of passion in them at all times. His lips are usually touched by a light smirk as he takes great joy in his studies, even if he is frustrated by his failures. His rust-and-gold colored hair is tied back in to a series of long braids adorned with rings of bone and metal, those smaller braids bound into a thick chord that reaches his upper back. He has allowed a patch of similarly colored facial hair to grow on his chin. Once he had fully matured, Rhonan towered at nearly two meters and weighed near 250 pounds, his body build of all steel-chord sinew beneath the short pelt and wild mane.

As a Knight, his body has matured, his raw strength tempered. He commonly wears darker earth tones in his clothing; browns and tans with a flash of blue in a sash that crosses from his let shoulder to his right hip. Rhonan also sports armor in a few places, namely gauntlets, greaves, and a shoulder plate on his right shoulder, secured by a leatharis strap that crosses his chest. On that strap, the holster for his lightsaber is fastened at the back, just enough of the weapon poking over his right shoulder to be easily grabbed by him at a moment's notice. From a dangerous mission as a Padawan, Rhonun has a few scars on the right side of his face and his right hand is visibly cybernetic unless he chooses to conceal it with a glove, which he usually does. The wrist pivot on his cybernetic hand can turn in a complete 360, making lightsaber flourishes with that hand particularly dangerous and effective.

Spoiler: Skills 

Martial Arts (Echani): The echani art was an unarmed combat discipline developed by the Echani. Tradition dictated that combatants (usually) made no use of armor, weapons or Force techniques, as the art was focused on mastering the body itself as a weapon. Echani culture held the belief that combat was the only means to truly know someone, a pure form of expression where words were swept away, allowing for action to reveal the true nature of the people involved.
Lightsaber Combat: Rhonan is extremely well-versed in the arts of lightsaber combat.
Ranged Combat: Rhonan has a moderate skill in light firearms.
Basic Medical: He can treat up to moderate tissue damage with bacta packs.
Athletics: From his training, he can navigate thoroughly through a variety of environments without suffering substantial fatigue
Perception: Rhonan has developed his already enhanced senses to seek out a variety of dangers, giving him a boosted reaction time.
Coercion: With the application of pressure to certain weak points, Rhonan can turn a weaker-minded individual's perception and opinions.
Intimidation: By exploiting the fears and insecurities of his enemy, Rhonan can turn their fear against them.

Spoiler: Talents 

Enhanced Senses: As a Cathar, Rhonan's senses are highly tuned to the levels of an apex predator.
Survival: He can survive with minimal supplies, and if the environment is favorable, he can develop tools from the environment.
Toughened: Conditioned by his training, a lifetime of strict dieting and exercise, and the natural Catharese healing factor, he can withstand a large deal of trauma before collapsing under the gravity of his wounds.
Grit: Rhonan's pain tolerance is very high, allowing him to grit his teeth through something even as painful as having his hand detonated.
Cool: Able to retain his cool under high pressure, unless the right strings are pulled.

Spoiler: Weapons 

Spoiler: Long-Handle Lightsaber 

The long-handle lightsaber was a variation on the traditional Jedi weapon with a handle several times longer than that of a standard lightsaber. Requiring a particular fighting style from the wielder, this weapon was easy to swing around the body, using joints of the body as fulcrums upon which the lightsaber could be levered.

Rhonan's lightsaber was constructed after his Padawan saber was lost along with his right hand, the ordeal severe enough to induct him into Knighthood, possibly before his time. The lightsaber is unique in that it has been build with pure mandalorian iron and Akk dog leather, making the entire saber hilt highly resistant to lightsabers. The focus crystal is an ice blue blade measuring 40 inches from the emitter.

Spoiler: DL-47 Blaster Pistol 

A semi automatic blaster pistol with a red-orange laser lens.

Gear: Sleeveless Jedi Robes, Leather utility belt, leather boots with durasteel toes and knee guards, durasteel gauntlets, and a durasteel pauldron on his right shoulder. He also has a heavy Jedi robe that he wears on occasion. On his utility belt, Rhonan has a variety of pouches for energy cells, food capsules, a commlink, and his holo-comunicator.

Rank: Jedi Knight
Force Powers: Pull, Push, Jump, Speed, Focus, Telekinesis, Force Grip, Force Bellow, Tutaminis
Lightsaber Discipline: Form I: Shii-Cho, Form V: Djem So/Shien, Form VII: Vaapad.
Way of Jakobeast is Rhonan's personal style, distilling the diligence and footwork from Form I, the powerfully balanced defense-counters of Form V, and the crushing, savage offense of Form VII. Using these with the momentum-building style required by the long-handle lightsaber and his use of Tutaminis, the grows stronger the longer he fights. With the energy absorbed from Tutaminis, Rhonan can either enhance his physical power or overcharge his Force powers.

Specialization: Jedi Guardian, one of the few Temple Guardians on Yavin Praxeum.

Driods/Pets: None
Ship: H'Raka - HWK-290 model ship.

Spoiler: Personality 

Though passionate, stubborn, and occasionally foolish, the young Rhonan is a young male with nothing but good intentions. Through his time and training with the Jedi, Rhonan's strong sense of bravery was encouraged, even bolstered, by the teachings of his master. But bravery requires hot blood, and that blood can ,at times, boil in anger. Through steely discipline, the poison of anger is kept at bay for the most part, but Rhonan remains obstinate and stubborn, even in Knighthood.

One must understand the volatile nature of the Cathar, and how austere Rhonan must remain to keep from falling to the temptations of the dark side. Part of his self-control is his station of Temple Guardian, allowing him long periods of meditation. Every year, he partakes in an ancient culture of his people, the Blood Hunt, in order to purge any lingering darkness.

Spoiler: Background 

During the Galactic Civil War, many crimes across the galaxy were left ignored by the Empire, and the Rebellion was too occupied with the burden of survival to do anything about it. In this vacuum, several Mandalorian clans took to the enslavment of others for labor, profit, pleasure, and blood sport. Once again, they returned to Cathar, descending upon the leonine people with fire and pain.

Rhonan was born into a Mandalorian slave camp on some backwater moon, his family witteled away by abuse, starvation, and Mandalorian blood sports. He was in his early teenage years when the Galactic Empire collapsed, resulting in the owners of the slave camps rushing to tie up loose ends and exterminating the stock. A Jedi Knight, Izzak Orn, of the New Jedi Order, along with a platoon of Republic Peacekeepers, was able to stop most of the execution. During the brief combat, Rhonan's father and youngest sibling were immolated by a Mandalorian flamer gauntlet. Blinded in grief, Rhonan lashed out in a primal instinct. Fear and hate manifested in ethereal tendrils of will that crushed the Mandalorian's helmed around his skull, splitting it like a melon.

With the Cathar liberated and boarding shuttles back home, Izaak pulled Rhonan aside. His strength in the Force was evident, and with no guardians to speak for him, he was the master of his own destiny for the first time in his life. With nothing left for him amongst his people, Rhonan chose to follow the Jedi and join their Order, having heard great legends of their kind whispered around the fusion lamps.

Arriving at Yavin Praxeum, Rhonan wasted no time in dedicating himself to his studies, devoting himself to each task, no matter how great or small, with the Cathar sense of honor and duty. Beneath Izaak Orn's tutelage, Rhonan was conditioned and honed into a skilled lightsaber duelist as well as a powerful combatant in the Force. Izaak pushed Rhonan relentlessly, pushing is limits with each day of training and every assignment given by the Council. Seeing his natural physical strength and imposing presence, Izaak fostered those natural traits in the Padawan while further refining the rough edges, grinding them down to a keen edge over the course of many years.

On one fateful mission, several years ago on Nar Shadaa, Rhonan and Izaak were tasked to shut down a Black Sun weapon smuggling ring. The situation quickly escalated and grew out of hand, quite literally. In the chaos and the fray, one of the smugglers fired an experimental disintegrator at a group of bystanders. Tossing himself between them and surrounding himself in the field of Tutaminis, Rhonan attempted to absorb the blast, but the strain was too great, and Rhonan's right hand was literally shattered by the combustion of the absorbed energy. Fighting through the pain, he and his Master were able to shut down the smugglers. Due to the severe nature of his wounds, Rhonan was elevated to Knighthood.

Choosing the path of the Guardian, Rhonan crafted the long-handled lightsaber he bears to this day, seeking to continue his role as a protector, a peacekeeper, and a warrior for the Order and for the Republic.

[SikstaSlathalin]

And done.

Spoiler: Master Orn DONE 

Name: Izaak Orn
Age: 45
Race: Miraluka
Appearance:

Spoiler: Izaak 

5'8 and weighing in at 200 pounds. As it shows in his picture he's got black hair with some gray streaks going through it. Is mostly seen as above but with the proper Jedi Robes. His voice carries the deep hint of power that comes with deep understanding of the Force, the tone is usually level and almost hypnotic.

Izaak is a man that lives his life by the Force, it thrives in him and gives him the air of confidence and serene wisdom. His body is the product of years dedicated to Physical Training, deep meditation, and hours upon hours of Lightsaber training. Heavily muscled and fantastically toned his skin is tanned from being in the sun for training and missions.

His face is always clean-shaven and his hair is kept short. He believes it helps people learn to trust him if he looks somewhat taken care off. Having spent much time in duels and in combat though, Izaak's body is a map of old scars. While his mastery of defense keeps him from harm he was young an inexperienced once as well.

While much of his time is spent in his Wanderer Armor, Izaak does own dark brown set of Jedi Adventurer Robes complete with sturdy tan boots and a black utility belt.

Spoiler: Skills 

Defensive Lightsaber Mastery: Izaak's skill and fame lies in his expertise with his lightsabers, a Curved-Hilt saber and a Guard Shoto. Being the Master of defensive combat gives him the ability to counter and bring down most other Combat Styles with minimal effort and difficulty. But an opponent that is much stronger or faster than Izaak can overpower his mostly defensive style.

Physical Fitness: Because of his chosen Forms, Izaak has a massive amount of strength, endurance, agility, and speed.

Hand-to-hand Combat: The Way of the Aegis carries over well into normal unarmed combat, but like before a much stronger or faster opponent could overpower him.

Force Prowess: While he's highly skilled in the Ways of the Force and being a Miraluka, he uses it to see the world around him. Thouhg he does not use the Force in open combat if he can help it.

Blaster Adept: While not his favored skill he is a decent shot with Blasters and Blaster Rifles.

Techno Adept: Izaak's Technological skills are dedicated mostly to weaponry. It makes him skillful enough to get him through an array of weapons.

Talents: Born Force Sensitive, he naturally uses Force Sight, Force Vision, and Force Sense.

"Sees" via the Force and has a highly attuned skill with it despite not using it for anything more than he has to. His natural Force Sights gives him enhanced speed and reflexes even by Jedi standards.

Because of his combat style Izaak has an immense amount of Focus and Self-Control.

Weapons

A blue bladed Curved-Hilt lightsaber with a Mandalorian iron hilt

A green bladed Guard Shoto lightsaber with a Mandalorian iron handle.

Gear: A suit of lightsaber resistant armor made of Mandalorian iron and Armorweave. It's heavily modified and he calls it Jedi Wanderer Armor. That aside he carries a well worn brown robe, and various tools needed to survive in the wild if needed all stashed in his black utility belt.

Spoiler: Additional fields for Jedi 

Rank: Master

Apprentice(s): Izaak has trained five Padawan in his time. Most recently he trained Jedi Knight Rhonan. He's a firm but well-liked teacher.

Force Powers: Pull/Push, Jump, Speed, Focus, Telekinesis, Emerald Lighting(Light Side Equivalent of Force Lighting), Mind Trick, Force Barrier, Force Blinding.

Lightsaber Discipline: The Way of the Aegis. Izaak has trained himself to be a living embodiment of the Jedi's Non-Aggressive Philosophy. As such, he has molded his considerable Lightsaber skill into the perfect defense mixed with perfectly timed and damaging offensive maneuvers.

Because of this battle style Izaak usually only fights with his Curved-Hilt Lightsaber, leaving the Guard Shoto holstered. It is only when he finds himself against a truly powerful opponent that he brings both weapons to force.

The Forms he has mastered are as followed
Form I Shii-Cho, The Determination Form.
Form III Soresu, The Resilience Form.
Form V Shien/ Djem So, The Perseverance Form.
Form VI Niman, The Moderation Form.

Specialization

Sentinel: Using a skillful combination of Martial Prowess and Force Powers. A Sentinel is trusted with more intense and covert missions. Hunting down Sith, gathering intel, helping to locate lost artifacts and many more things. Being one of the few Sentinels with enough skill to handle large missions himself Izaak is often sent out to deal with things in a more covert way. While he isn't against help he mostly works by himself.

Droids/Pets: None
Ship: None

Personality: Izaak is a kind, yet somewhat stiff individual. He has a serene and distracted demeanor. Many of his students have found themselves on the other end of his stiff views. Going through hours of repeating the same motions until the perfect it, exercising more than sitting down, spending long hours in meditation and more. His staunch views are at full power when he's on a mission or teaching a student, they may not always like it, but in the five he's taught none have complained when it saved their lives. Though he may never show it, deep down he enjoys it and is happy to train the next future of Jedi, his training will at least ensure they live long enough to worry about it.
It is very hard to catch this man off-guard whether it be in combat or in social situations. He enjoys jokes and pleasant chatter when the mood strikes. This instances are rare though, the Order is his life and it's what he believes in with all his heart.

Virtues: Kind, Focused, Level-headed, and Patient.

Vices: The arrogance that comes with great skill and experience is a creeping vice that has stole along behind him for many years.
He has been called too black-and-white when it comes to his views on the Force and the way of the Jedi. At times it has caused him to come into conflict with some of the more lax Knights and students.
This has also given him a problem with Fixation. His focus, when it is set on something is unbreakable even at times to his degradation.

Spoiler: Background 

Born on the somewhat distant planet of Alpheridies forty-five years ago. Izaak was born in the final ravenous days of the Civil War. Like many Miraluka, he was born with the Force coursing through him with his father Jedi Knight Jiraz being one of the few Jedi left after the Civil War at the time. He weaned Izaak on stories of the Jedi Order and the many great Heroes of the past.
The young boy was fast on his way to becoming a Padawan in what was left of the Order. His father taught him the basics of Force Control and Lightsaber Combat which the young lad was quite excellent at, sadly the Force decided now was not the young Miraluka's time. The night Izaak was to officially begin his formal training, his father was called away to fight in the final battles of the war.
This would be the last time either Izaak or his mother Eliek would see Jiraz alive. News of battles came few and far-between for this distant dot of civilization out in the cosmos. His mother and he could only put trust in the Force and carry on with their lives. At eight Izaak was working odd jobs for local Farmers and Merchants as his mother worked as a teacher for local children.

Continuing this day-to-day life for a few more years, Izaak practiced his saber skills every day after work. It kept him fit and able to focus on things other than his father and he even managed to stop worrying until a knock came on their door one night. At it was a man with the Light Side of the Force surging powerfully around him, but with the slight gray fog that comes when bad news is in their mind. The man introduced himself as Jedi Knight Sarik a Sentinel and a very close friend of Jiraz, the news he and his mother had been waiting for had come. Jiraz was killed in an ambush set up by the Sith, it pained the boy and his mom, but it also made them proud to know he died fighting for Order and Justice.
Sarik was grieved to have brought this news, but he respected Jiraz greatly and thought it was the least he could do for the man. He also came to see if the old Miraluka was right in how strong Izaak was, as he studied the boy he saw much promise in the young man and knew his old friend was right. It was decided that Izaak would continue his training under Sarik's guidance. The next day Izaak packed what he was told and left his home to begin his official Padawan Training. With the Order in such disarray most of Sarik's and Izaak's training was done by the Knight's word and example. He missed his mother deeply these first fews days, but eventually as Sarik's lessons sunk in the longing faded under the bright light of the Force and the knowledge that his training would be to protect innocents like his mother.

The men visited Alpheridies often both to check up on Eliek who seemed to remain as young and kind as ever and a young prospect Sarik discovered in the Tarell household. A fellow Mirluka, a young girl with the curiosity that made the stars groan. Upon this first visit, Izaak discovered a life long friend and equally as long headache, Seris Tarell. She was many years his junior, but her curiosity and eagerness had a way of making the usually grim young man smile. He answered what questions he could and taught her what he had learned from Master Sarik. It was a pleasant distraction from the woes and worries of being a number on the Galactic Most Wanted List. Living by what credits they could and getting in contact with any Jedi they could, they ventured across the former Republic, fighting in battles, finding Sith Cells, and slowly helping to rebuild the Jedi Order.
Many missions and trials later Izaak was on the verge of becoming a Knight at twenty. Sarik had been a master for a few years now and they both agreed it was Izaak's turn to go up in rank, but much like for his first chance at becoming a Padawan. The Force judged now was not Izaak's time for knighthood. It was the last mission before his promotion, they were sent to gather intel on a rumored Sith Cell. It was just supposed to be gathering information, they were not to engage the Sith. Things didn't stay that way though, they had reached the location and were just about to begin observing when something in the backs of the minds told them danger was ahead. Izaak could feel it in the Force, Sarik felt it as well, but they couldn't just abandon this mission. It was key to a victory for the Jedi, despite the growing dread the two men continued on their mission.

The source of the dread soon showed itself. From the shadows of Sith Outpost several men appeared with red sabers glowing evilly in the gloom of the backwater planet. Like his father Izaak found himself in the middle of a Sith ambush, remembering his training and accessing his well of Force Powers, the Padawan joined Master Sarik both utilizing mostly the defense and deflections of Forms III and V they held off the ambush longer than anyone expected. As they continued to defend against and deflect the attacks the Jedi began to wear on the rage and impatience of the Sith, letting it dictate their actions. Hasty attacks, failed feints, it was looking good for the two Sentinels. Unfortunately a snake that has haunted Izaak for many years reared it's head...arrogance. He was becoming cocky, daring to break from the circle of protection and taunt the Sith into further outrage. Sarik had berated him many times for this behavior and while it sunk in the young Miraluka wasn't perfect. This time it would bite him squarely on the behind, seeing the boy's own recklessness an older Sith timed his movement and attack and got past the two men's circle of protection.
He would've killed Izaak on the spot had Sarik not seen this coming and stepped between the boy and the Sith's saber. Reacting before the dark warrior could Sarik drove his own weapon into the Sith's heart killing him instantly. In shock Izaak forgot himself and almost died a second time this instance though the Force saved him. It warned him quick enough so he could counter the attack and slashed the Sith's midsection killing him.

Seeing their own chances to kill these bothersome Jedi the other Sith attacked. Not feeling this would end well for either of them, Sarik used the last of his strength to throw Izaak out of the way and pulled the Plasma Grenade from his vest and detonated it. He and the Sith were turned to ash in a brilliant white light and an ear-splitting explosion. Izaak's ears rang for days after it, he remembered his training though. After he was hurled from the epicenter of the explosion he jumped to his feet and ran for the nearest cover. The Force Sight led him to an old Maintenance Shed on the other side of the compound.
And there he stayed for days he didn't even bother to count the passage of. He had spat in the face of one of the Order's most emphasized Doctrines, Jedi are required to learn that, although they were able to use the Force, they were no better than those who could not. Jedi were taught that they were only Jedi because someone had taken the trouble to teach them, not because they were superior to others, and that a Jedi Master was only a Jedi Master because he had disregarded his own sense of self-importance and embraced the will of the Force. He failed that and it cost him his friend and teacher, if he made it out of this he would always be fighting his greatest enemy...himself. He promised this on Master Sarik's memory, recovering from his near-death experience in meditation, Izaak began constructing a new lightsaber.

The one he had been using was of basic design and while he had gotten used to it he never felt like it was the best he could do. The way of making a lightsaber wasn't to be taught it was to be felt and Izaak was too busy to actually feel the saber. At the construction of his first lightsaber he needed a tool and that was it. Now he needed a real weapon to help him get through this last Trial. Taking the blue crystal from his present lightsaber he cannibalized what parts he felt could be used and took the rest from the shed he was sheltering in. This time of meditation passed undisturbed by the outside world, it seemed the Force was watching over him and keeping danger away until the Miraluka was creating his new weapon. When the young man came out of his trance he was hungry, thirsty, and sore all over, but before him was an elegantly curved lightsaber hilt. It fit perfectly in his hand, and it felt like an extension of his own being.
He immediately wanted to go out and use this new weapon to avenge his Master, but the harsh lessons the defeat and death taught stayed his hand. He needed to eat, find a drink, get off this planet, and try to complete his mission. Remembering the evasive maneuvers and techniques Master Sarik taught him as part of Sentinel Training. He covered himself with soot and snuck from the Shed he had been sheltering in, he then disappeared into the shadows around the base. From what info he and Sarik had before coming to this planet, the outpost had a few outbuildings used mostly for storage. Seeking them out, he satiated his hunger and thirst at the first building and moved towards the main base to hopefully find a ship and some intel. Keeping his profile low and his senses stretched out as far as they could go, he moved like a ghost through the gloom of the corridors not wishing to run into more Sith.

Izaak soon found himself right where he wanted to be, in the Communications Center of the outpost. It was empty which only partially put the young Jedi at ease, The Force was obviously still with him and he had no intention of squandering the chance. Making his way to the console, he accessed it and sent a coded message to the Jedi on Tantoonie. He sent what info was in the immediate area to them and his plans to take a ship and leave. He didn't expect a response so he destroyed the entire center and ran for the hanger.
The Force's grace held out right until he was boarding the ship, the base wasn't as empty as he had hoped. Some Droids were there and they had tried to stop Izaak's escape, but some Emerald Lightning sent them into heavy boxes and fixed that.
Not waiting to see if anything else was coming his way, Izaak hijacked an old Star Cruiser, and after racking his brain he got the thing on Auto-Pilot and set it for Tantoonie.
He arrived on the planet a Hero and was given the rank of Knight shortly there after. The information he had sent over helped the Jedi wipe out that cell and two others.
The newly titled Knight was determined to not rest on his laurels once, he rested up and outfitted himself for whatever could come his way and was back into the thick of things doing his job as a Sentinel a few weeks after his return. Even with his gracefully aged mother attempting to talk him out of it and become a full-time teacher, a mother's pleas are not easily ignored even by a Jedi Knight. In the end though he knew deep down in his heart that his skills would be needed elsewhere and managed to talk the woman onto his side despite the dangers it would bring.

For the next twenty-five years Izaak fought the darkness and perfected his Way of the Aegis. He has even taught his fair share of Padawans, his most recent was the Juhani-Cathar, Rhonan Althror. He had discovered the young slave after he had assisted in bringing down a Mandalorian slave camp. The boy showed an exceptional level of Force Power when he crushed the head of a slave-master. Izaak knew that if it could be refined Rhon would be an extremely skilled and formidable Jedi. He pulled the young alien aside and gave him the opportunity to become something great, Rhon accepted and became the Miraluka's Padawan. Quickly the young Cathar proved himself more than capable to learn the way of the Force and with Izaak's steady hand Rhon became a prime example of a young Jedi. It was even proven when the Padawan sacrificed his own hand to defend innocents. Never had Izaak been more proud of a student than he was of Rhonan that day.
It was a foregone conclusion Rhon would be Knighted and even now they are close friends each still learning from the other. In those years he even recruited an old friend, finally managing to talk Seris into using her great skill for the good of the Order and be an Archievest and Scholar. Right up to the present day he has continued to help rebuild the Jedi Order's image around the Galaxy. Now for five years he has been one of the few Knights promoted to Master in the New Jedi Order. Still visiting his homeworld frequently, Izaak uses whatever money he has to keep his mother comfortable and forever finds himself in awe at how well she ages. Even these many years later nothing of her sharp faculties have lessened, when he finds himself lost or doubting his actions, just hearing the woman's infinite wisdom and feeling her comforting hand brings him back to himself and he's ready to face any challenge.

Spoiler: RP Sample 

The day was fair and the Force was smiling down upon the Jedi stationed on Yavin Praxeum. These types of days were a rare treat in this age of uncertainty, morale was high as the young Jedi in training were gathered for their lessons of the day. On top of this fine day the Academy was also honored to have a squad of Antarian Rangers joining them for the day. The skilled marksmen would be giving the students some lessons on Blasters later. Master Izaak Orn had just returned from a mission hunting down some Dark Jedi. He had just barely stepped from the cruiser when Grand Master Luke came to him with a request to demonstrate his skill with Form III. It was the third day of lightsaber training and they would be getting lessons on that Form today. Being the resident Master of it Izaak was expected to have a hand in it. Grand Master Luke Skywalker was going to introduce him he would wait in the Temple until he was signaled to exit.

The Students and Teachers moved to the courtyard followed by the ten Rangers and the Grand Master. They gathered around the center patch of ground, the young ones knelt on the grass as the Teachers and Rangers stood in the back. Walking to the center of the grass Grand Master Skywalker smiled to the gathered group and motioned for the students to stand.
"Before we begin today I would like to hear the Jedi code from each student."

Standing with their backs straight and their voices strong, the young ones recited it perfectly.
“Jedi are the guardians of peace in the galaxy.
Jedi use their powers to defend and to protect.
Jedi respect all life, in any form.
Jedi serve others rather than ruling over them, for the good of the galaxy.
Jedi seek to improve themselves through knowledge and training.”

Another smile and he motioned for them all to kneel again.
"Very good, now today you are going to learn about the third classic Lightsaber Form, Soresu also known as the Way of the Mynock or The Resilience Form. This form is all about defense and wearing your opponent down then capitalizing on either his annoyance or fatigue and bringing him down. Now like every Form it has it's positives and it's negatives, it can make you a impenetrable wall of defense and save you from suffering a grave injury, but it also requires a great amount of endurance to not wear yourself out doing it and it doesn't teach any directly offensive maneuvers so you are surviving the confrontation rather than ending it." He watched the Knights behind the kids nod slowly, the young ones mimicked their Elders.

"But that will be for later, for now I have a special treat for you all. Master Izaak Orn has just returned from a mission and has agreed to demonstrate his mastery of the Form and maybe even show us his personal combat style, the Way of the Aegis." He heard murmurs from both the kids and adults, there are so few Masters in the Order and seeing one demonstrate his renowned skill with the lightsaber was always something to see.
"Let us welcome him back to the Praxeum and allow him to show us his skill." With that the Grand Master stepped aside and from the Temple came Izaak.
He was dressed in his slightly cleaned up Wanderer Armor, the red bandanna tied around his eye sockets, and his deep brown robes fluttering slightly behind him.

Walking his way into the circle he pulled his robes off and folded them neatly placing them outside the circle of grass before beginning to speak.
"Hello one and all, as the Grand Master has said, I am Master Izaak Orn. While he has given a good run-down of Form Three. I will build some personal experience on it before I do this demonstration. The Resilience Form is not for the faint of heart nor is it for those who are not fond of long combat. Using this Form alone will not lead to a quick victory, but it can save you from a quick death. It is the purest representation of the Jedi's Non-Aggressive Values, remember this, aggression and domination is a quick road to the Dark Side."
He let these words sink in as he studied the auras of the gathered people. His black and white views were almost as well known as his saber skill, while they may not admit to it, the Jedi before him could lie, but auras never did. Each had a hint of darkness on the fringes of the clouds, granted this was to be expected with the new Order's emphasis on balancing both sides rather than eliminating the Dark Side from their minds and souls. Izaak was of an older mindset, but getting bothered by it was another path into the darkness. He just hoped he wouldn't have to kill some of these bright young faces in the days to come.

Picking up his speech again he began pacing slightly focusing his mind.
"This Form was born many centuries ago from the need to defend against the quickly growing popularity of blasters and other such ranged weapons. It was created to counter these weapons and deflect the shots away from the Jedi it was later added upon with Forms Four and Five to attack as well as defend, but Soresu is all about defending and countering. As useful as any form of attacking if you know what to do. Now if our esteemed comrades of the Antarian Rangers would join me on the grass here we can begin the demonstration. Be sure to click the safeties off your sidearms." There was some murmuring amongst the soldiers but the Ranger Captain quieted them with a wave of his hand. He was a grizzled man, older than Izaak by a small number of years, but despite his age he was as strong and hearty was he was at twenty, this was reflected well in how he spoke and how he carried himself.

His voice was a deep bass with a slightly dry sound to it.
"Are you quite sure Master Orn? I know you're a Master of Defense, but mistakes can still happen don't you think?" The other Ranger gave grunts of agreement.

Izaak simple nodded drawing his curved-hilt lightsaber.
"Yes, but the only way to truly demonstrate the merits of the Soresu Form is to put them to a test against the weapons it was created to counter. Besides I have nothing but faith in the skill of you and your Rangers Captain. Now if you would please form a complete circle around me." Kneeling down he drew a three foot wide circle in the center of the grass and activated his weapon then went through some quick stretches and exercises. With a nod from Grand Master Skywalker the soldiers drew their blasters and formed the circle.

Once his stretches were complete Master Orn spoke again.
"Now I ask you all to fire at me with your sidearms. I will deflect each of your blasts and send them harmlessly off into the sky. Fire at will whenever you are ready, and keep firing until you have each fired ten shots." The Master took a standard Soresu Opening Stance, he held the blade back in a one-handed grip, angled forwards with his left arm held parallel, his off-hand held up in a challenge. His dominant foot was positioned back while his other leg was extended forwards and to the side in a brace-position.

There was hesitation on the part of the Rangers, but with another nod from Luke they began. The first shot was fired by the Captain and like he was smacking a fly Izaak spun around and deflected the shot off over the veteran's head. There was shock on the faces of the Rangers now along with many of the students. Master Orn was oblivious to these though, as was the way of the Form after he deflected the first shot he never stopped moving twisting his body in every direction spinning the lightsaber with his body, deflecting bolts that weren't even being fired.
The shock vanished quickly and with a combination of a desire to prove him wrong and a desire to see just how much this Jedi could indeed deflect, the Rangers fired.
The air was alive with the crackle of blaster bolts and electric buzz of the lightsaber deflecting the rounds. The whole display only lasted a minute or so before each ranger had reached their ten round cap. There was silence in the courtyard as Izaak stopped his movements and powered down his lightsaber. He was uninjured and the ground inside the circle was trampled and flattened but not a step was outside the ring.

Holstering his saber the Master spoke.
"Thank you my comrades, I knew I was right in trusting your skills. Let's have a round of applause for our friends here." He gave a rare smile and began clapping for the Rangers, the others joined in and the soldiers let smiles cross their rough features and gave short bows in thanks.

The applause continued until Grand Master Skywalker walked to Izaak's side and patted him firmly on the back.
"And let's have some applause to Master Orn, maybe enough clapping will convince him to show us the secrets of his Combat Style?" Luke asked nudging the Miraluka lightly.

Izaak gave a slight shake of his head to Luke.
"You know I'm not one to show-off Grand Master, besides if I show them now what would they have to look forward to after they completed their Training? Once they complete it then I and the other Jedi skilled in the forms will show them our personal styles." Izaak stepped from his circle and shook the hands of the Rangers firmly.

Luke nodded knowing not to press the issue.
"I will hold you to that my friend, now will you honor us with sitting in on today's class?"

Izaak nodded to the Grand Master.
"It would be an honor Grand Master Skywalker." The two men shook hands and Master Orn took his place with the other Teachers, eager to see how much these young ones could do.

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Name: Seris Tarell
Age: 33
Race: Miraluka

Appearance: Small, and perhaps particularly small for a Jedi, Seris stands just over a meter and a half to the tip of her robe’s hood. Hidden under that robe, Seris has a pleasantly curvaceous figure - but one with an athlete’s smooth, compact build under her tanned skin. Her hair, once dark but having gone rather prematurely silver-grey, hangs in a shorter style to just below her chin, often tucked behind one ear. Due to an uncommon genetic expression, Seris has a pair of blind, milky-white eyes that she tends to leave uncovered, or veiled only by escaping locks of hair as she finds the more-traditional blindfolds and headscarves somewhat suffocating. Her features are warm and inviting, with full lips that look made for kissing. She has small, strong hands with quick fingers, her laugh is like sweet, distant bells, and she moves with the quiet, solid confidence of a wave on the ocean. While she speaks Galactic Basic as naturally and fluently as anyone in the Republic, it is not her first language. As a result, Seris has a gentle, lilting accent that rounds the edges of her strong contralto voice.

Beneath her robe, Seris wears practical and well-made clothing, often in white, blue, and slate shades, cut and tailored to be comfortable and flattering, with many clever pockets. She prefers comfortable boots, the kind that can walk across a rocky desert for years without wearing through. Rather than a belt with pouches for gear, if Seris has to carry more than she can easily fit in the pockets of her clothes, jacket, or robe, she tends to prefer an old, battered leather bag on a cross-body strap. Her lightsaber, however, is always in easy reach.

While she’s led something of an interesting life, Seris has few scars worth noting. There are a few, all in places that aren’t visible day to day. She doesn’t wear a lot of jewelry, but occasionally will braid or weave small metal, glass, or bone beads into her hair. She does not wear armor from day to day, and rarely trains with a comprehensive suit, either. However, she does own, and train with, an ancient manica of woven Mandalorian iron and cortosis fibers that fits tightly over her left arm and shoulder.

Skills: Beyond her training as a Knight, Seris is an educated woman with extensive experience with museums of antiquities and the Jedi Archives, with a number of contacts at various institutions around the Galaxy. She is a capable pilot of up to medium-sized starships, perfectly able to repair most field malfunctions a droid might encounter, and a reasonable shot with a blaster. She has some detective skill - not necessarily for solving crimes, but in sorting through stories, legends, and evidence to find lost artifacts or find the true story of ancient and ignored ruins. She is also a reasonably capable thief, a skill the Order has very little time for, but one that let her recover a number of artifacts and holocrons that had very little business being out in the world. As a teacher, Seris is patient and kind, with a wealth of knowledge about the Order and the greater galaxy. While it’s a stretch to say she’s fluent in half a dozen languages, she knows enough to at least have a basic conversation in each.

Seris is a talented musician, and often hums, whistles, or sings to herself when she thinks nobody can hear her.

Talents: Like all her people, Seris is conventionally blind, and perceives the world around her through the Force. She can perceive its movements and perturbations, the way minds stretch and pull at the world around them, and the way the Force flows through objects and her surroundings. Even more than the rest of her people, Seris understands the Force as an extension of her will and her body, on a level so deep it goes beyond instinct. While this means her power in the Force is that of the ocean in storm, she also has something of an amplified reaction to extremes within it, particularly those of Dark side artifacts or practitioners. It is likely that the ritual of cutting someone off from the Force, as employed by the Jedi Order or malicious Sith practitioners, would kill Seris outright.

Weapons: A single lightsaber with a gently contoured hilt, designed very particularly for Seris’ hands. The controls do not stand proud of the design, and are instead touch-sensitive pads slightly recessed into the body. Smooth panels of almost organic shapes in matte darker and lighter grey metal make up the outer case and fit together with only the barest seams, without any connectors visible. The blade itself is silvery-grey.

Gear: Most of Seris’ personal effects are either in her room at the Archives, where she keeps shelves of books and dozens of small artifacts that she’s collected over the years, or in her long-endurance shuttle, which is very much a second home. She keeps a small but complete collection of gear on the shuttle, including clothing for everything from deserts to snow-covered wastelands, tents, food and water rations, medicines and the thousand other things someone who spends a lot of time alone and far from help might want. Some of her shirts are in better shape than others, and Seris owns a couple of things for formal engagements, one considerably more conservative than the other.

Spoiler: Additional fields for Jedi 

Rank: Knight
Force Powers: Pull/Push, Jump, Speed, Focus, Telekinesis, Deflection, Tutaminis
Lightsaber Discipline: Form I / Shii-Cho, Form IV / Ataru, Form VI / Niman
Seris has never named her personal style, but as she instinctively combines her skill in the Force with almost every motion she makes in combat, Ataru and Niman are natural extensions of her martial skills. Small, quick, and strong for her size, Seris will almost always try to close quickly, get inside an opponent’s defenses before they can use her size against her to end the fight quickly, even to the point of using hand-to-hand techniques rather than direct lightsaber movements. The hand guard of her armor sleeve has a small weight in it to act as a kind of kosh for just this reason.

Specialization: Jedi Consular, associated strongly with the Jedi Archives on Coruscant.

Droids/Pets: None

Ship: Seris owns a long-range shuttle, originally designed to move artifacts and artwork from planet to planet. It is considerably smaller even than a freighter, and can support at most two people in relative comfort. The primary sleeping area has been somewhat enlarged, since Seris rarely has company aboard that would require a second room, and most of the furnishings have been replaced with considerably more comfortable versions. The shuttle is equipped with a hyperdrive, a comprehensive set of communication equipment, a droid-brain for autopilot, monitoring, and general shipboard tasks, and an unusually powerful distress beacon. It doesn’t have a name, but is registered as hull number LRS 1138.

Personality: Friendly, gregarious and sometimes flirtatious, Seris a little bit more boisterous than many Knights. She loves to laugh, to tell and hear stories, to sing and to dance. She has an infectious smile and the kind of easy confidence that inspires others rather than tipping over into callousness or arrogance. Intelligent and frank about it, she loves puzzles and riddles, finding particular delight in discovering the truths behind legends and old stories, or following rumour and hearsay to the location of some long-lost relic. Seris believes very strongly in the Jedi Order and its mission to curate and preserve peace and balance through the Force and the Galaxy, though she is not blindly obedient to the Masters’s decrees, and has few compunctions about questioning them. When she is occasionally pressed into the role of a teacher, she is warm, kind and patient, though she sometimes answers questions with a little too much sharp honesty, especially when she knows that there’s a more comfortable, but incomplete, traditional answer.

Background:

Seris was born on Alpheridies to a family of vintners during the Galactic Civil War. Being a remote and comparatively unimportant world, Alpheridies was largely left out of the larger plans of the Empire, and those dark years didn’t leave much of a mark on the planet. Her family would have been spared almost any experience of the war save for the arrival, one clear night, of a man dressed in tattered robes and a bandaged leg, pounding on the door. They let him in, let him prop his leg on a chair, and gave him shelter for the evening. To many, the man would not have seemed remarkable - with scratches on his skin and soot in his hair, he might have even seemed particularly suspicious, but the man had landed on a Miraluka world, and what they saw went deeper than torn clothes and ragged breath. Seris’ parents saw the way the Force moved around this man, the way the Force danced and swirled around him, the way it burned around him with a fierce, bright power, and they knew this man was anything from ordinary. His name was Sarik, and when he said he had been a member of the Jedi Order, their suspicions were confirmed.

Sarik sheltered with the Tarell family for a number of years, helping to pick grapes, till soil, or repair damage after the seasonal storms. Shortly after his arrival, Seris was born, and even as an infant, anyone who took the time could feel a bright future for the girl. As she grew, her family made no effort to hide Sarik’s allegiances, and told her the story of the Jedi Order, its fall, and its histories in pieces small enough for a young girl to understand, and for the first decade of her life, Seris put nearly every question an uncommonly bright girl could think of to Sarik. While to many, he had the wisdom of his long experience and deep connection to the Force to rely on, there were also questions that left the man baffled, and, as he believed no teacher should look flustered by a student, he could only resort to “Well, Seris, what do you think?”

With the fall of the Empire, and some time after the birth of Seris’ younger sister, Sarik left Alpheridies, promising to return whenever his travels brought him anywhere nearby. Seris grew up, her fierce intelligence leading to more than a little mischievousness and a tendency to get into small, but significant troubles. She devoured the education offered on Alpheridies, and, when not planning some new adventure, spent time reading and sometimes even teaching herself small, useful skills, like lock picking and how to cross a room without making a sound. She asked about the galaxy beyond her home world and, as her parents had actually never been off-world, they found themselves hard-pressed to answer.

Near Seris’ twelfth birthday, Sarik returned to her family’s lands, and this time he brought an apprentice, Izaak, with him. Twice Seris’ own age, it was the first time Seris had met another Miraluka who had traveled the galaxy, and experienced it with their shared, peculiar sight. She put a thousand questions to Izaak, sometimes barely waiting for for the first answer before another bubbled to the surface of her mind. Both Izaak and Sarik showed Seris some of the small exercises a Jedi would use to train their mind - building small cairns of stones without touching any of them, or following someone only by the shape their thoughts made in the Force. By the time Sarik and his apprentice left, Seris’ mind had a new direction to grow in - and she herself had another small handful of tools for getting herself into, and eventually out of, trouble.

Sarik and Izaak’s visits, first together then separately as the years wore on, came less and less frequently as Seris grew up. Her parents never despaired of their eldest daughters’ ferocious intellect and burning passion to discover what the galaxy at large had to offer, though they didn’t completely understand it. Her sister, by contrast, while no less bright or witty as Seris, seemed much more grounded, more careful, deliberate, and quiet. No one who had even heard of Seris found it surprising when she was accepted to study at the University of Coruscant, one of the first non-humans to do so after its liberation by the New Republic.

Once there, while Seris tended to study whatever caught her attention at the time, she devoted a large amount of time to history and antiquities, in particular the untold tides of relics, artifacts and ruins left scattered around the galaxy by the Jedi and Sith. She spent years at the University as a model academic student and something of a headache for the school’s administrators, as she tended to find every loophole or flaw in the University’s laws and rules and run roughshod through or over them, vigorously defending herself at any hearing that might come up regarding her behavior. Eventually, and to Seris’ delight, she found herself being shortlisted for field study at archaeological digs and exploration missions, largely to get her out of the University’s hair while still retaining a brilliant student. A few expedition leaders did send her Seris back to the University, often with an explanatory note filled with colloquialisms and curses, but there were usually others willing to put up with Seris for her intuition, strong back, and occasional ability to outright “feel” some artifact from half a dozen walls away.

During her time at a dig site, near to when she would normally be graduating from the University, Seris ran into Izaak again in the ruins of an ancient fortress somewhere on the Outer Rim. The man had been promoted to a full Knight years ago, and had been sent to this world to recover an artifact that sounded very much like what Seris’ own team had been sent to find. In the weeks that followed, Izaak, Seris, and the research team worked together to track down the artifact, bringing a tremendous number of disparate skills to bear on the vaguest directions and old stories. In the end, they found it, too - but very little about the expedition went according to plan. There was a labyrinth, elaborate and ancient traps, and situations where Izaak’s measured, deliberate thoughts and Seris’ wild recklessness both proved their use.

Not long after, Seris was all but railroaded into formally graduating from the University. Surprising no-one, Seris arrived at the graduation ceremony late, with disheveled hair and the fixed smile a person only wears when they are fighting down the kind of hangover that usually requires medical intervention. As she sat on the steps to the school, an ice-cold bottle of water pressed against her head, she ran into Izaak again. He said that he’d noticed Seris’ application to work for the Jedi Archives. Seris cracked a smile, even though every muscle fiber made a supernova of pain go off in her head.

For the next several years, Seris did exactly that, working closely with the bookish, quiet Archivists. Some of the work she did was nothing more than categorizing files and folders, re-establishing ledgers and indices of what material is where. Sometimes she spent time combing through records and shattered histories to discover what information the Archives had, what artifacts had gone missing during the tumult of the Civil War. She poured her passion, intellect and drive into the last of these, tracking down looted or misplaced artifacts through vast networks of contacts, tracing chains of ownership, sale and resale. Not content to leave these artifacts in the hands of the usually less-than-legitimate owners, Seris also put her troublemaking skills to good use for the Archives. More than a few dangerous or powerful or historically significant artifacts have been “acquired” by the Archives thanks to Seris’ facility with locks, willingness to employ a stun gun, and loose understanding of personal property and trespassing laws.

She also spent quite a lot of time with the emerging Enclave on Coruscant, set up near the ruins of the former Jedi Temple. There were not many who spent their time there, but the handful who did didn’t seem to mind the odd Miraluka woman coming, asking questions, watching sparring, or even siting in on the very rare class lessons. Some even asked for her opinion as an outsider, or at least as someone who had grown up near, but not within, the Order - though to what degree they valued that opinion is open to discussion. After some cajoling, one Knight even, rather informally, began her instruction in the Jedi’s swordplay arts - though she was strictly forbidden to use, or build, her own lightsaber, instead learning with a training sword borrowed from the Knight’s personal collection.

Seris’s path crossed with Izaak’s once again during her time at the Enclave, where one of the teachers there had asked her to talk to a group of Younglings about how the Miraluka perceive the Force, believing Seris’ fairly unique perspective to be something the students would find valuable. As she spoke, her warm voice filled the small classroom, her words tracing the shapes and patterns of her experience with the Force. She talked of balance, of guidance, of responsibility. She spoke of the joy she felt in the Force, of the importance of the Jedi not only as leaders but as tenders of civilization, guiding, protecting, and of the power of words before the power of arms. She did not wax lyrical or poetic - there was nothing but a kind of profound, tender reverence in her words, her voice carrying the certainty of deep-rooted mountains, and anyone watching could see her words settle into the student’s minds, changing their outlook by small degrees, showing them the smallest part of what Seris saw, and inspiring them with her belief.

Afterward, while Seris and Izaak caught up on their adventures - and Seris showed off a fresh scar she’d gotten thanks to a recent adventure - the older Jedi mentioned that the Jedi Council had elevated him to the rank of Master. Early into his fourth decade while Seris had just entered her third, a slow, thoughtful conversation followed that revelation. After spending her entire life around the Jedi, but never being a part of the Order, Izaak believed it might be time to change that, offering Seris a place as an Apprentice, and access to the myriad secrets of the Order. The thought had a certain appeal - though Seris believed she was far too old to sit at a Master’s right hand and recite lessons. Izaak reassured her that if she accepted, she would be treated as the brilliant, troublesome, half-trained lunatic she was. The Order, he said, deserved the challenge she would bring it, offering that if they made a Jedi out of Seris, there would be no obstacle, no hardship that the Order could not overcome. If she broke under the strain, or the Order broke under hers, then, well…

She took a week to decide, but ultimately accepted Izaak - and by extension, the Order’s - offer. For the next handful of years, Seris would be the responsibility of one Larel Kalan, a human Master who had seen the Order’s fall before the Civil War, its exile during it, and its reformation afterward. The two women got along exactly like a house on fire - people screaming, running away, hurrying to fetch water. Larel found Seris to be abrasive and foolish, and Seris called Larel fossilized and moribund. In truth, both of them had valid points. Unwilling to admit defeat, and still passionately curious about the Order, Seris did learn a tremendous amount from Larel, her diamond-bright mind swallowing history, philosophy, and discussions of the Force. She was much slower with saber work, though she did eventually become as skilled with it as a Jedi is expected to be.

In the last few months, due both to Larel’s genuine belief that the Order would be better for having Seris as a Knight than without her, she has been recommended for Knighthood. Deliberations on that topic took a couple of months, but eventually did come down on the side of conferring the full title of Knight, without conditions, on Seris. Her training in the formal paths of the Order have made her a little quieter, a little more introspective, and a little more careful - but there’s still a grin lurking on her face, she still loves to laugh, and she still follows the joy in her heart. She is probably the oldest recently-minted Knight, but Seris doesn’t mind. She intends to live a long life delving through the galaxy’s mysteries - and maybe, just maybe, pass on some of her wisdom to another.


RP Sample: 2-3 Paragraphs minimum of a short IC scene


The Shape of the Future

Seris sat, her legs crossed, leaning back on her hands. There was always wind here, and her short hair flickered around her, stray locks tickling her face. The climb to this tall, forgotten roof had left her muscles burning and her skin damp with sweat even in the cool night, and as the breeze kissed and caressed her skin, tiny bumps of gooseflesh traced up and down her bare arms. Her eyes were closed, but it made no difference to what she saw all around her - the thousand small whorls and arcs of minds going about their everyday business, the smooth planes of buildings, the bright sparks of passenger ships as they made their way through the air around her. The wind itself danced and spiraled all around, both guiding and guided by the Force as it shifted, eternal, endlessly changing, writing its name in everything it touched. Far below at the Coruscant Enclave, the wind fluttered and whirled around a handful of figures, and the patterns it wrote in the Force moved in a subtle, slow dance around the coruscating, flaring shapes they wrought in the Force around them.

Each of the Masters below pulled the Force in a different way. A man Seris knew to be quiet, thoughtful, wise and gentle gathered the Force, and his own power, around him in tight, compact arcs; a pillar holding the world. A woman that Seris had met only once, but had gathered a powerful impression of regardless, lay in the centre of a vast and whirling pattern, as though she felt everything around her with the gentlest touch of her mind and will. Others seemed like coiled springs, or their power radiated from them like a bell struck in a silent room. As they spoke, as they argued, those patterns touched one another, interlocked and spun apart as their attention moved from subject to subject, or from individual to individual. Their moods flowed across their mark in the Force - clouds of anger, bright flares of inspiration, dull fogs of resignation. From her perch a hundred meters up, Seris could only follow the broadest pattern of conversation as the ever-present wind obliterated their distant words.

She turned her head at a soft sound behind her, letting her attention unravel from the Masters below. As she did, Seris felt a deliberate working unfold behind her, a mind no longer concealing itself. She became aware of another fierce lance in the Force and a familiar figure it wrapped around.

“You’re getting better at hiding from me, Master Kalan,” Seris said, letting her head lean back so the wind could play with her hair a little more.

“How the hell did you get up here?” Larel said, not bothering to reply, “It isn’t on the plans, and there’s two locked doors between here and the Enclave.” Her voice didn’t carry the snap of command, and despite the fine shades of amusement and exasperation, Larel’s voice was not pleased.

“Probably not the same way you did,” Seris replied, a little smile pulling on her lips. She took a deep breath and let it out in a long, pleased sigh.

Larel looked down at Seris and noticed the small bag of white powder at her hip, the scraped sides of her hands, and shook her head, “Light preserve us, you are insane.”

Seris smiled again.

“And what, dare I ask, are you doing up here? Don’t you dare say that nobody told you you couldn’t,” Larel said, “That’s never been funny.”

“I wanted to see the wind,” Seris said, “I wanted to watch it chase the future through the Force.”

“You wanted to overhear the Master’s deliberations,” Larel said, her voice more a statement than an accusation.

“That too,” Seris replied easily, “It didn’t work, though.”

“And what does the wind show you?” Larel said, taking a couple of steps forward to stand next to Seris.

Seris grinned, “All manner of things,” she said, her voice pitched like a stage-magician, “But I doubt you came up here just to ask me that.”

“No, no,” Larel said, and she took a deep breath. When she poke again, her voice seemed a little different - not quite apprehensive, not quite resigned, but with an unfamiliar timbre, “The Council has made a decision.”

“Have they?” Seris said. She smiled again, and turned her head a little to face toward the older woman.

“You…are no longer my apprentice,” Larel said, slowly, “And no longer my problem.”

“Then whose am I?” Seris said, her tone playful.

“Your own,” Larel said, “And the Council’s. You are our newest Knight, Seris Tarell.”

The smile spread across Seris’ face until it seemed as though she might strain something. “Thank you, Master Kalan,” she said, her tone filled with genuine respect, and maybe even a little affection.

“You are, by far, the worst student I have ever had,” Larel said, a tiny chuckle slipping into her voice, “For all that…the Order is stronger with you in it. And you are stronger for our teaching. But if you have a student half as troublesome as you’ve been, I can only say you’d deserve it a dozen times over.”

Seris laughed, “You want me to teach someone?”

“Of course,” Larel said, a little taken aback, “A Knight’s duty is to teach, to spread the Light, and the wisdom of the Order. I would never suggest you didn’t deserve that. You are a Knight, and you are my Knight.”

Seris smiled, though a small blush crept over her face.

“Now, one more time, Seris. The Jedi Code,” Larel said, her tone peremptory, a teacher’s words.

Seris laughed again, smiled, and turned her head to look up at her teacher.

“Jedi are the guardians of peace in the galaxy.
Jedi use their powers to defend and to protect.
Jedi respect all life, in any form.
Jedi serve others rather than ruling over them, for the good of the galaxy.
Jedi seek to improve themselves through knowledge and training.”

She said each line in a different language, her diction perfect for each consonant, vowel, or growl. Larel smirked, and made a show of rolling her eyes as she said, “That will do, Seris.”

Seris laughed, and Larel did as well. When the moment passed, Larel looked serious again, and Seris felt the Force wrap around her teacher, pulling pensively around her.

“I have one final thing for you, before we part ways,” Larel said slowly, “Something I think you deserve, though I admit I don’t quite know why.” She reached into her robe and pulled something out, something that blazed in the fabric of the Force like a tiny star, a bright splinter of something otherworldly.

“This has been in my family for a dozen generations,” Larel said, “I tried to build my own with it, but…something never worked. Like it wasn’t meant for me.” She held the star-bright gem out to Seris, setting it in her palm, “I think it’s been waiting a long time for a new owner.”

Seris closed her fingers around the crystal, and something about it felt warm and welcoming. It fit into her hand like a key in a lock, and the fierce glare of its presence in the Force became something fine, something right. She smiled, closed her eyes, and looked out toward the last rays of the setting sun. The wind shifted direction, and in the Force, Seris saw her own path unfurl ahead of her like a plant growing toward the sun.

“Can you feel that, Larel?” Seris said, “Can you see it in the wind?” She sighed, the sound content, joyful, warm, “It’s the shape of the future changing.”

[Mr.Cynic]

I'd like to make a Padawan and was wondering if someone would be willing to be my teacher.

[MarchingThunder]

I may not be joining this, but I consider myself quite knowledgeable about the star wars universe and offer to help with character creation

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[Mr.Cynic]

Stormwolf, I had a question about my Padawan anyway. Was wondering if you'd accept an idea I had? I wanted to ask before I went ahead and did so.

[Wobbles]

Clyde -- I'd be willing to fill the Master position for/with you!

[Mr.Cynic]

Clyde -- I'd be willing to fill the Master position for/with you!

Fantastic. Could you PM me and help me out with my character slightly? And we could work together on the background portion.

[StormWolf]

You are accepted, Naril. Welcome aboard.

Also, I hereby deputize Siks as my Co-GM.