Character Creation

Great idea. Brenya's surname is just for flavor. I can't type it! =)

Nope... changed it to Jundar so no conflict... wasn't thinking of Ren when I picked it

I would like to be one of the characters who saved Voss

Not a long time ago...
Lights flickered weakly. Dust floated like ash in stagnant air. Brenya So’luppa padded barefoot across the durasteel, robes soot-stained.Her big Gungan eyes swept the dark ahead, wide and unblinking. She didn’t know where she was going — only that the Force still whispered. Left. Down. Stop. Wait.

Another breath. Another hallway. And then—

Pain.

Not hers. Someone else's. White-hot and jagged, buzzing in the air like a torn powerline. Brenya winced, hand going to her chest as she felt it — a scream without sound, echoing through the Force.

She moved faster. Past a collapsed bulkhead. Over a sparking pipe. Through a torn hatch wedged open with a lightsaber hilt—long extinguished.

And there she was.

Crumpled against the wall like a discarded doll, was a girl.

A human. Maybe seventeen. Long-limbed. Pale. Her robes were shredded, burned. Both legs were ruined —blackened, half gone below the thigh. Her left arm—Brenya winced—was nothing but blood and bone and torn flesh. She’d tried to crawl, leaving a smeared trail behind her, but her body had given up. And her face—what was left of it—was still beautiful, beneath the blood and grime.

She was still alive. Barely.

Brenya dropped beside her, trembling. "Hey. Hey, hey, no-no-no-no sleeping, okee-day? Issa fine. Messa help. You’sa gonna live, okee-day?"

Drgwen,

Feel free to make a connection with Ka'el... My backstory has a lot of flexibility.

Ka’el Jundar was born on Dorin, home to the Kel Dor and the ancient Baran Do sages — mystics revered for their insight into the Force. Discovered to be Force-sensitive as a child, Ka’el was brought to the Jedi Temple on Coruscant, where he began his formal training under the Jedi Order.

As a teenager, Ka’el became the Padawan of Master Veris Ty, a Zabrak Jedi Sentinel who specialized in intelligence gathering, infiltration, and justice missions for the Republic. In the final year of the Clone Wars, the pair were dispatched to Cato Neimoidia, where they investigated Separatist influence and industrial corruption amidst the war-torn planet's towering bridge cities.

It was there — in the fog-shrouded ruins of a shattered skybridge — that Order 66 struck. Clone troopers turned on the Jedi without warning. Master Ty fought fiercely to defend them both, but ultimately sacrificed herself to hold off the betrayal and buy Ka’el time to escape through the city’s crumbling lower levels.

Wounded and grieving, Ka’el fled underground, avoiding patrols and bounty hunters as he slipped aboard a departing freighter bound for the Mid Rim. He disguised his identity as a wandering Kel Dor philosopher, claiming ties to the Baran Do — a useful truth that lent his story credibility and discouraged deeper questions.

Ka’el disassembled his lightsaber on Cato Neimoidia and left its parts scattered in a Neimoidian junk market. All he kept was the yellow kyber crystal, worn in a small pouch on a leather cord around his neck — a quiet memorial to his Master, and a reminder of the path he can no longer safely walk.

Now, he moves from system to system, helping quietly where he can, hiding his powers, and waiting for a time when the light can return.

"We'sa got no time for dis," she muttered to no one, palm pressed to the tank. "Sorry-sorry, sleepy girl, but it’s up-and-go now."

Tyra Voss floated like a ghost, limbs half-metal, half-healed, half-everything. The droid had done its job — crude patchwork of durasteel and synthflesh — but she was still more ruin than Jedi. Her eyes twitched beneath swollen lids.

Brenya didn’t wait. She jabbed the release and bacta sluiced out in a sudden rush, splashing across the floor like a burst dam. Voss dropped hard into Brenya’s arms — heavier than expected. Dead weight. Too much metal.

"Ooof—Yousa heavier than you look," Brenya wheezed, half-dragging, half-cradling the girl to the floor. "C’mon, wake up. Wake up, girl."

Tyra groaned, coughing bacta, eyes slitting open with a dull, glazed confusion.

Brenya tapped her cheek — gently, then less so. "Yousa name Voss, okee-day? Messa Brenya. Big boom coming. No time for pain. Yousa got legs now, see? Not pretty ones. But issa workin’, ja?"

Voss mumbled something — breathy and broken. Her right arm twitched, fingers moving sluggishly. Her mechanical arm clunked against the floor, oversized servos whining as she tried to move.

"Yousa can hate me later. For now, we go."

She slapped a breath mask over Voss’s face, then fumbled for the hover-sled — a half-rusted cargo hauler from the adjacent droid bay. It wasn’t meant for patients, but it would do. She rolled Tyra onto it, fingers flicking the controls until it buzzed to life with a low hum. The hallway outside was glowing with emergency lights. The floor shook again — closer.

Behind her, the medical droid sparked and folded, a smoking hole through its head. The blast had come from the corridor.

Blaster fire.

"F****," Brenya hissed.

i have used ChatGPT to help create my character, generating images and generating Streanghts and weaknesses. Please let me know if there is some areas of Voss that needs more work.

I'm still getting to know her. With all of her heavy-duty mechanics she is becoming a brusier, so it would be fitting if her training had been focused on diplomacy more than combat. That also leans into the "used to be beautiful, but now ugly" thing she has going on

I get your point. Lets rewrite her story a tiny bit.
Voss and her master was on a mission from the Republic. Voss got seriously hurt and got her cybernetics while returning to the spacestation. She had just emerged from the bakta tank with her new tempary arm and legs, and took her very first steps on her new legs, then the order 66 was given. The troopers who just saved her life, turned on her and opened fire. Using her light saber with her off hand (real hand) her defenses was weak and her new arm was blow to bits and she dropped to the floor.
This is where Brenya comes in and get Voss back into the ship and they leave.
Voss is fitted with her new yellow arm, that is 20% to big, but its the one they have.

She still need continued treatments, but she is mobile and has her lightsaber. And the betrail is perhaps even bigger, as the troopers just saved her, and then gunned her down

I think all of our characters, being close to the same age, were younglings together, being taught in classroom like structure as seen in the movies. As we became older and were paired off with a master, becoming Padawans, we'd obviously see a lot less of each other but they haven't been apart so long that they don't still have an almost famile like relationship.

@Drgwen Does this backstory where Ka'el finds Sera in the Coruscant underworld work for you?

Ka’el felt the scream in the Force before the words arrived. Vau didn’t hesitate—she tore off her insignia and ordered Ka’el to do the same. Blaster fire erupted as the clones turned. With a final surge of power, she hurled Ka’el through a blast door, sealing it behind him.

She did not follow.

Ka'el’s escaped in a pod and crashed deep into the underlevels of Coruscant, the impact jarring but not enough to break his focus. He had to move. The clones would be hunting Jedi—hunting him—and he couldn’t afford to linger. Not here. Not on this planet that had once been a sanctuary.

The underworld of Coruscant was a labyrinth of forgotten streets and decaying infrastructure. It was a place of darkness, both literal and figurative, but it also hid its secrets well. It was where you could disappear. And for Ka'el, who had already lost so much, disappearing was the only option.

But there was something else, too. A presence. A feeling in the Force that had been stirring in him ever since his escape. Faint at first, like a whisper at the edge of his senses. Then clearer. Stronger.

Sera. He knew it was her.

The Force didn’t tell him where exactly she was, but it pulled him in her direction. He followed the pull, walking through the darkened passages and abandoned service corridors, all the while trusting the subtle currents of the Force to guide him. It had always been this way—his instincts aligned with the Force, giving him a direction even when logic and reason couldn’t.

He didn’t know how long he had been walking. Time blurred in the depths of Coruscant’s underworld, but then, there it was—a flicker. A presence in the Force so unmistakable it hit him like a storm.

Sera.

The feeling was unmistakable, but when Ka'el reached the small alley where the Force had led him, the street was empty. The sounds of the city had quieted here, and for a moment, he just stood there, listening. Feeling. Waiting.

That’s when he heard it—a soft movement. His heart skipped a beat as the presence flickered once more, closer now.

He didn’t need to turn around. He already knew.

"Sera," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

There was a long pause. His breath felt frozen in the air, waiting for something. A reply, a sign, anything. And then, finally, a shift in the darkness.

Sera stepped out from the shadows. Her face was different—hollowed out by grief, but her eyes were still the same. Alive, steady, and sharp.

They stood in silence for a long moment. Neither of them spoke, but in the Force, they both felt it—the weight of everything that had happened, the shared loss, the Temple gone, the Jedi scattered.

Ka'el was the first to break the silence. "We can’t stay here."

Sera didn’t respond immediately, but Ka’el felt her understanding. There was no point in words. Coruscant, once the beating heart of the Republic, had now become a place of danger, of death for those like them. For Jedi.

The Empire was hunting them, and it would be foolish to think they could hide here forever.

Sera’s eyes flicked to the shadows behind Ka'el, and then she nodded, her expression grim but resolute. "No, we can’t."

Ka'el glanced up, feeling the pull of the Force again. It was insistent now. He couldn’t ignore it. He had no idea where it was guiding them, but it was as clear as anything else the Force had shown him in his life.

"There’s a place," he said, the words coming to him almost without thought. "A station. Hidden. Far away from here."

The Force had given him the coordinates, but more than that, it had given him a certainty. They had to go there.

Sera met his gaze, the unspoken understanding between them solidifying. There was no questioning the direction the Force had set for them.

Together, they moved through the underworld, using what resources they could find. They scrounged for passage on an old freighter, unregistered and unnoticed. They kept their heads down, their identities hidden. They were no longer Jedi—just two fugitives, slipping through the cracks of the galaxy, hoping the shadows would protect them for a little longer.

The ship’s hold was dark, quiet. Ka’el sat there, eyes closed, feeling the familiar hum of the Force around him. The pull grew stronger as they left Coruscant behind. The stars outside were distant, cold, but the secret station in the deep unknown was closer now.

He didn’t know exactly what awaited them at the station, but he trusted the Force. It had led him this far.

For the first time since the Temple’s fall, Ka’el felt a flicker of something more than just survival. A spark of hope. A chance.

Maybe they could begin again.

Since the art I found suggests that, I'll say yes!
I don't care, myself, as long as we are all the equivalent of teens and, thus, peers.
I'm open on this, but I think a major hub city would be easiest for us to travel unnoticed so that all of us can congregate together. It doesn't have to be Coruscant; Sera might want to get off world, so she could meet up at another location. But in general I like the idea of hiding out in an Imperial city. The batch tank could be in an underground area we are hiding out in or near?

Perhaps Sera intercepts padawans as they arrive on Coruscant and prevents them from going to the Temple, which is still very much unsafe for Jedi? So we are all hiding out in the Underworld levels? Just an idea.

Or perhaps it is a coincidence that Sera flees to a nearby Jedi safehouse/waystation, and these other padawans arrive as well?

In general, though, I am in favor of the proposed origin that @vagueGM laid out above.

I can't remember if I voted or not... Space Station is my preference.

He will still have an intact lightsaber. He will eventually dismantle it and keep the Kyber Crystal.

I'm flexible on everything else and will go whatever way the story plays out.

My sheet is for me to keep track of my character... I used vague input for stats like Below average, average and above average so I know what he his strengths and weaknesses are... I keep track of what items he has for my own lack of memory (50 year old unmedicated ADHD-PI)... I don't see my sheet as having any mechanical effect on the game itself.