Character Dossiers

Alright, decision made. Here is Evelynn's dossier.

Evelynn Aldare: ~19 year old female Miraluka Consular Niman Disciple. Evelynn stands tall and proud at 5'8" (1.72m) with platinum hair flowing out and down her back that she usually keeps tied casually into a long pony tail. Her tanned skin and athletic form show that she has never shied away from toiling under the open sun. Hanging down to cover her empty eye sockets hangs a soft, violet cloth that splits over her nose to cover the top part of her cheeks.

Attitude: Evelynn as a child was always rather reserved. With her "sight" being a function of the Force she was always sort of reverent towards it, though she never dwelt on it overmuch. As she grew and was trained by Master Ke Ri her faith in the Force only strengthened. While never one to preach on about how "the Force guides everything and moves us towards Its own ends" she did grow to become impatient with (and sort of look down on those who act hastily and rush into things. While occasionally she herself grows impatient with the situation, she quickly tamps it down and reminds herself, and occasionally others, that when the time is right the Force will return them to the galaxy to fulfill their destinies.

In her studies Evelynn applies herself as much as the next student does, though maybe less so than Taryn with whom she gets along fairly well as they both enjoy learning. On the practice floor, Evelynn holds her own with the best of the group, though she tends to be a little timid with regards to offense, her defensive skills (and the fact that it seems at times as though the Force itself guides her hand) make up for her lack. It also doesn't help that, from time to time, she has been known to take up a second training saber in her off-hand to help ward off some of the more aggressive attackers among the other students.

Overall, her vast well of patience allows her to get on well with all the other students, even Ian who's frequent pranks found no fertile soil in which to grow with Evelynn who simply sat and mediated the one time he tried moving her furniture around out waiting her fellow student who grew bored with the activity after a while and eventually admitted defeat and helped her move her stuff back into her room. Though soft-spoken and reserved, her words carry a weight to them which on occasion has helped to calm frayed nerves and soothe many a tense situation among the students. "One strains to hear words softly spoken which shouted may often be ignored."

Name: Ian Maxwell
Species: Human
Age: 18-20 (Indeterminate based on lack of birth records)
Sex: Male
Height: 1.81 meters
Weight: 82kg
Hair color: Auburn
Eye color: Indigo

Tall and fairly slender Ian Maxwell is a human male with long hair braided down to his hips. Regardless of how his Jedi training might require him to dress he maintains this non-traditional hairstyle, critiquing others (even his master) for their focus on 'shallow, physical concerns', ardently wielding hypocrisy without shame. A friendly and open face, he is often wearing a broad, mischievous grin. While it's easy to dismiss him as goofy or insincere Ian attacks problems and challenges with a single minded ferocity, often inventing his own methods to success.

This intensity fuel his focus and discipline which stem mostly from his competitive streak, rarely refusing a challenge even if the odds are against him. His penchant for causing trouble is only barely offset by his penchant for honesty. He causes mischief in order to have fun and views getting caught as part of the game, often admitting to have done something wrong even if no one is aware of it.
While he is willing to argue the rules when he thinks they're incorrect, he often 'wins' arguments more by frustrating the other person with tangetal comments and a penchant for reframing the other's argument to sound as dumb as possible, rather than any true skill at debate.

Despite all these problems he doesn't have a violent or vindictive streak, bad situations rolling off him quickly and generally being quick to forgive. In fact, few of Ian's fellow Padawans have probably experienced a true bout of anger from him. Though this probably has more to do with his skill in driving other people nuts than it does with his own control.

Ian's life before the Jedi is something he either doesn't remember or something he refuses to talk about. As far as any of the others can find out, it is as if he sprung forth, fully formed, from the overhead baggage bin on the shuttle.

Ian's abilities with the Force seem to focus on the physical, a contradiction with his personality. Telekinesis is his forte but he also absorbs lightsaber techniques quickly, using his agility to his advantage with his preferred Ataru style.

If it turns out to be a workable concept, here's my Pathfinder.

Zepharo Balaam: male, devaronian, 24 standard years (SY), 1.8 m, 75 kg

Despite his slight frame Zepharo cuts an intimidating figure, but he has always attributed it to the appearance of his species. The deep red skin, pointed teeth and ears, dark eyes and of course prominent horns. All of which carried very negative connotations in certain human species (due to their creation lore, or something), and that stigma seemed to bleed over into most other societies of the Republic, due to the sheer numbers and influence of humans. He didn't mind it though. Sometimes it made things easier.

Anyone who has taken the time to get to know him generally finds him to be on gentler side of things. At peace with his world, if not himself. He has always seen his abilities as "mundane" - unsure of what he's doing under the tutelage of the Jedi. He's never seen the Force potential in himself that the Jedi who gathered him up and took him away from Devaron did.

He was old for a Youngling, 12 standard years, when he was taken to Temple Eedit. And he doesn't have the talents that "normal" Padawan do. No affinity for their elegant lightsaber. No ability to sense life, or move objects at a distance, and so on. He has always gone through the motions of training, certainly wishing at times that he could do those things, but since he's never grasped those abilities he prefers spending time out in the wilderness rather than in study and meditation.

He has found his value to the family in the hunting and provision of food, watching the weather patterns, and keeping them all as comfortable as can be in their rough-shod existence. Watching over them with his eyes, because the Force would show him nothing. Protecting them with his body, because he cannot wield the Force as any sort of weapon.

Avi'ragim, normally referred to as just Avi by her peers, is a seventeen years old Twi'lek. She has a much stronger purple color than most of her violet brethren, bordering fuchsia. She has a bit more of weight than the usual Twi'lek, who tends to be thin and slender: Her hips are wider, and her chest is more developed. Her face also has different features than the usual for her species: Her head is more square-ish, her lips are fuller, her eyes are somewhat bigger, and her nose is less narrow, but also more accentuated. Because of all of that, and despite her misty yellow eyes which are common for a Rylothian, it is very possible that Avi may either be a hybrid herself or the offspring of one.

She is short(5'3 ft/160cm) and has a lean build(115 lbs/60 kg). Her lekku are very long and plumpy, reaching her thorax. Despite not disliking the Jedi Robes, she usually prefers to wear cropped(closed) jackets, tank tops, and pants. Really anything that isn't a one piece, like long tunics, robes, and similar. She also likes to wear straps headsets, typical to the Twi'lek.

Avi always felt the presence of the Force, at least as long as she can remember. But to her, despite Master Selak's teachings, feeling the Force isn't different than breathing air, drinking water, or touching the floor. It's... Something, that you interact with. It's just that the Force can't be sensed and felt by everyone. She is not necessarily dismissive of the Jedi teachings: It's just that, to her, they're inconsequential. They may have wisdom, but couldn't that wisdom be obtained by traveling the galaxy? By meeting people, talking to them, getting to know them? By fending off the bad guys and helping those in need, help them get back to their feet? "Tools are often sharpened in the fire. Some of them break, yes, but we're not tools: We're people, and with our bond, and with our master, we will not break!" is an argument that she would often use whenever the possibility of moving on from the cave would come up.

A certain fire of conviction always burns in her eyes. She walks with resolution, she moves with certainty, and she speaks with clarity. She dislikes fakery and is also very emotional. She gets angry with ease, though her temper has improved a lot in the last two years, and she doesn't hold back tears. She doesn't smile just because, although she normally has a small smile on her face. She is not incredibly nice, but she does have a strong, trustworthy presence.

She is not that interested in physical activities, even though she's not dismissive of them. She prefers to spend time with people, either joking around, chattering, or simply in silence doing different stuff. As far as her hobbies go, she likes to read fiction.

Name: Piodas Leone
Age: 22
Sex: Male
Height: 1.79 meters
Weight: 81kg
Hair color: Brown
Eye color: Black

Judging just by how he looks like, Piodas can be easily labeled as the average Padawan. His hair is usually well cut and he takes good care of his braid. His clothing isn't that far off from what every single Padawan would have, and in fact; most of the time he would just wear a simple belt where his training saber is located along with a few stimpacks... although he hasn't had the need to use them so far since they were brought to the caves.

Knowing no other life other than the one taught as a Jedi youngling... his nature caused him to take those teachings to the earth and to adopt the Jedi Code to it's fullest... having strong devotion to what the Jedi stand for and to protect others... such view of the Force pleased Master Selak, however; it also caused friction in the training since due to the hazardous "teenage years", he constantly fought against the idea of inaction at the caves and how it contradicted what they had to do to fight against the Sith.

In time, and as he passed the first years of teenage life, he began to be slightly moldable, and that allowed Master Selak to instruct him in values such as patience instead of just raw devotion to the Jedi Code... since he knew that such path would eventually lead him to aggression and the darkside. Since then, he has been training deeply into meditation and controlling his desire to rush into action immediately, calculating and watching his surroundings and all variables before jumping in. Such training eventually expanded also in his interacitons with others... and that has caused him to measure his words carefully and talking less, thinking more in how to respond and how to act based on the circumstances.

Despite this adopted characteristic, it is not weird for Pionas to speak his mind, or even rush into action... it is part of his personality afterall, and because of this, he is also seen as a positive man who has a cheerful demeanor most of the time regardless if he has anythign to say or not... always staying with the positive things instead anything negative.

Name: Kit Kano
Age: 18 (estinated)
Sex: Male
Height: 1.9 meters
Weight: 104kg
Hair color: Black
Eye color: Orange

At 1.9 meters and over 100kg, with blue skin and blazing orange eyes, Kit Kano strikes an imposing physical figure. He wears his black hair short, with the traditional Padawan braid. For clothing, he favors the simple garments and robes of the Jedi with sturdy boots, given the wilderness home. Kit carries himself with an easy confidence, trying to seem totally comfortable in every situation.

Despite his physical presence and confidence now, this wasn't always the case. Kit was small and shy as a child. He clung tightly to Master Ke Ri, hanging on every word, trying to learn everything he could from the Jedi. Kit took the Master's teachings to heart, idolizing the image of the Jedi, and desiring vengeance for their destruction. Kit never expected himself to become a great warrior, so he focused on the arts of the Consular, the skills of negotiation and inspiration.

As Kit grew from a small child to a powerful man, his demeanor changed as well. He learned to fight, taking surprisingly easily to the basic lightsaber forms that Master Ke Ri taught. Kit maintained his skills for negotiation, but he became almost aggressive in his application of it. He did not hesitate to interject himself in any disagreement, hoping to find a quick and satisfying solution to any problem he could find. While this may have cost him some friends, Kit felt that it was important to keep his fellow Padawans focused on their training, and focused on working as a team.

Name: Alyx Shale
Species: Zabrak
Age: 15-18 (Birth records not provided)
Sex: Female
Height: 5'2
Weight: 120 lbs
Hair color: Black
Eye color: Blue

Alyx Shale was given over to the Jedi by her human step-father. She knows very little about her past. The video recordings of the ship show her step-father explaining to the Jedi recruiters that his wife had died in ritual combat against her ex-husband. The man, an older human already in his forties with a full salt and pepper beard, appeared to be a trader on the spacelanes by the clothes that he wore and comments in the video that he 'couldn't just keep jumping system to system and keep a baby safe', especially since Alyx had manifested Force powers from a early age.

Not having grown up among her people, Alyx does not possess the facial tatoos common to Zabrak. She does, however, possess their temper, their willfulness and their unrelenting survival instinct. This combination of traits and her Jedi training have led Alyx to be a fierce pursuiant of justice with an unwavering dedication to do good in the galaxy. Alyx is a bit of a paradox as a Jedi, having a need to protect and help others but that determination sometimes transforms into righteous indignation.

Still, Alyx's definition of evil is fairly tame. As long as you aren't hurting anyone other than yourself, you aren't really evil. She believes in personal freedoms and that ambition for personal success should be rewarded, as well as letting people make their own choices. Another paradox of Alyx's is her particular talent and application of the Force. A skilled warrior, Alyx has a love of both armed and unarmed combat. When combined with her particular talent with the Force, however, she becomes a tenacious foe. Alyx is gifted with the ability to mend the bodies of herself and others, healing them through the Force. While this might, at first glance, seem to be a power for a more gentle soul, Alyx has, instead weaponized it. While she has yet to use the Force to directly harm another living thing and would likely be horrified and angered at someone using it for such an abomination, she -has- learned to use it to bolster herself in combat. Because of this she is able to shrug off wounds and keep fighting.