Maya
(Pronounced My-uh.)

Species : Togruta
Career : Mystic
Specialization(s) : Seer
Height : 1.52m (5 ft)
Weight : 46.72kg (103 lbs)
Build : Slim
Age : 16
Skin : White and pale purple, with deep blue markings on her Montrals and head-tails
Eyes : Sapphire

Total/Remaining XP : 260/0
Special Abilities : When using the assist maneuver, add 2 boost dice, instead of one.

Brawn : 1
Agility : 2
Intellect : 3
Cunning : 3
Willpower : 3
Presence : 2

Soak : 3
Wound Threshold : 11
Strain Threshold : 13
M/R Defense : 1/1

Motivation: Quest (Redemption) – It's clear that there are things in Maya's past that still haunt her. Every day is a struggle to reconcile her past and redeem herself.
Emotional Strength : Love – Maya has had little socialization in the past, so when she allows her self to open up to others, she develops deep emotional connections with them.
Emotional Weakness : Jealousy – Because of lack of social skills, she often becomes too attached to others, and does not recognize that those she love can develop their own emotional connections to others as well. This causes her to feel betrayed and rejected.
Morality : 50 (+10 XP option)
Force Rating : 3

Skills :
Discipline (Wil) 1, Perception (Cun) 2, Vigilance (Will) 2, Knowledge (Lore) (Int) 1

Talents :
Force Rating x2 – Permanently increase Force Rating by 1
Forewarning x1 – Perform the Forewarning action. All allies within Medium range increase defense by character's Force rating until they act in the encounter
Keen Eyed x1 – Removed [setback] per rank from Perception and Vigilance checks. Decrease time to search a specific area by half.
Natural Mystic – Once per session, the character may reroll any 1 Force power check.
Sense Advantage – Once per session, may add [setback][setback] to 1 NPCs skill check.
The Force is My Ally – Once per session, may suffer 2 strain to perform Force power check action as maneuver.
Uncanny Reactions x2 – Add [boost] per rank to all Vigilance checks.


Force Powers :
Foresee : Base Power, Control Upgrade (Initiative)
Bind : Base Power, Strength, Control (Strain)

Equipment :
Training Lightsaber, Armored Robes*, Comlink (Short Range), Backpack, Utility Belt, Stimpack x4, Fusion Lantern, Rations x2, 4323 Credits (rolled 93 on pocket credits).

*GM Approved.

Backstory :
Not much is known about Maya, but there's much that can be guessed.

She was born on an outer rim world; likely a colony planet. Her earliest memories were as a slave cleaning temple floors on Trandosha, until she was 6 when she left. She doesn't talk about the 10 years after, but it must have been then that she learned about her abilities and the ways of the Force.

Her master must have been a poor teacher. She shows little understanding of the Jedi code, and how to properly wield a lightsaber. However, it's clear that she is strong in the Force and was taught how to control her abilities and focus them, though she sometimes shows a lack of restraint in this regard.

Not long ago, she parted ways with her master. It was then that she was found on a remote jungle planet, severely injured and her escape pod in ruins. When Kovin found her, she was delirious. Her last words before losing consciousness was a prediction. She spoke of several points of light in the growing night. These lights would quell the darkness and deliver the morning.

Days or weeks later, she woke in relatively good health; her injuries having been treated. Because of this, she trusts Kovin. Shortly after, the Force had granted her another vision. That day, she joined Kovin on one of his scouting trips. This time it was she who led him. Right to the first of their new allies.

Personality : Maya is pretty closed off and keeps to herself. She's slow to trust, but she cares deeply for those she opens up to. This becomes problematic when her loved ones develop similar bonds to others. Dark thoughts often feed on her anger and jealousy.

Her teachings focused little on restraint and self-discipline beyond controlling her abilities. On a few occasions she has made her companions feel a bit uncomfortable at her lack of restraint, but most of the time, she was ignorant of why it was wrong in what she did. Clearly, she still has some growing to do.

Questions 3
What does Maya love: Maya loves those she is comfortable enough to open her heart to. It's a rare gift that she does not give freely.

What does Maya Hate: Maya hates herself to some extent. But more importantly, she hates the Sith for what they've done to her.

Why is Maya with the party: Maya is initially there because she owes Kovin her life. But she also sees what the group is trying to accomplish and sees a chance to redeem herself.

Xan Yarr - Zabrak Consular (Niman Disciple)

Tall, imposing Zabrak male in his early forties, seemingly full of confidence and with a commanding speaking voice--though at times cracks form in this facade, revealing a frustrated, angry man who chafes at having to operate clandestinely.

Morality: Pride/Arrogance (50)

Motivation: Destroy the Sith

Duty: Recruiting (20)

Starting Bonus: +10 xp

Experience: 0 / 260 ( remaining / spent )

Wounds: 11 /12

Strain: 15 / 15

Soak: 3

Melee Defense : 1

Brawn: 2 Agility: 2 Intellect: 2 Cunning: 2 Willpower: 4 Presence: 3 (90 xp)

Skills

Survival 1 (Zabrak bonus)

Cool 1

Discipline 2 (10 xp)

Leadership 1

Lightsaber 3 (25 xp)

Negotiation 2 (10 xp)

Talents

Nobody's Fool (5 xp)

Grit ( 5 xp)

Niman Technique ( 10 xp)

Defensive Training ( 10 xp)

Parry 3 (5 xp)

Reflect 4 (25 xp)

Sense Emotions ( 15 xp)

Force Assault ( 25 xp)

Force Powers

Move ( Strength and Magnitude upgrades)

Gear

Basic Lightsaber, Concealing Robes, Comlink, Stimpaks (4), Datapad, Survival Kit, 182 credits

A former prodigy of the Jedi Order, Xan was forced to go underground when the Republic fell following their betrayal at Revan's hands at the Star Forge. Working with the various rebel groups who eventually coalesced into the Resistance, he serves as a negotiator and a recruiter, looking to acquire the resouces the Resistance badly needs. But it is a constant struggle to avoid giving in to the temptation to oppose the Sith more directly before it is time.

Seifer Halcyon

Species : Human
Career : Guardian

Specialization(s) : Soresu Defender, Protector
Height : 1.8 meters (5' 9'')
Weight : 79kg (174 lbs)
Build : Athletic
Age : 28
Skin : Light, tanned
Eyes : Green

Hair: Brown, long

Description: Seifer wears his brown hair tied back, often with a green or black band. He often wears green Jedi Robes or a green jumpsuit of the type favored by mechanics and pilots as a way of paying homage to his roots with the Green Jedi

Total/Remaining XP : 260/0

Brawn : 3
Agility : 2
Intellect : 4
Cunning :2
Willpower : 2
Presence : 2
Force Rating : 1

Soak : 4
Wound Threshold : 15
Strain Threshold : 13
M/R Defense : 1/0

Motivation: Restore the Jedi

Motivation: Soresu Mastery

Emotional Strength : Bravery
Emotional Weakness : Anger
Morality : 50 (+10 2500 credits)

Duty: Personnel

Magnitude: 20


Skills :
Athletics 1, Cool 1, Computers 1, Discipline 1, Mechanics 2, Medicine 1, Resilience 1, Vigilance 1, Brawl 1, Lightsaber 2

Talents :

Parry- Rank 3

Reflect- Rank 1

Soresu Technique

Improved Parry

Defensive Stance- Rank 1

Toughened- Rank 1

Grit- Rank 1

Force Powers :
Sense: Control Upgrades: Control- Commit a Force Die: Once per round when an attack targets the Force user, he upgrades the difficult of the pool once.

Equipment :
Lightsaber (Lorrdian Crystal, Curved Hilt)
Concealing Robes 150
Comlink 25
Tool Kit 350
Stimpack x3 75

500 Credits

Backstory :

Born to a Corellian Jedi family, Seifer was apprenticed to his uncle, Tobin Halcyon. Seifer exhibited the traditional flaw associated with the Halcyon line, notably he was unable to use telekinesis. He had an affinity for tinkering with machines and was also a talented user of Sense.

Seifer was forced by his uncle to flee when they were attacked by Darth Revan’s Sith Assassins while off Corellia. Seifer was able to meet make his way back to Corellia and went underground with a group of several Green Jedi. Seifer continued his training and began to focus himself on mastering Soresu noting his uncle’s use of Ataru lacked the defensive tools to survive against the Sith.

Upon reaching Knighthood, Seifer left the what remained of the dwindling group of Green Jedi that he had been hiding with as they refused to take action to oppose the Sith openly. Seifer drifted from world to world over the next few years, doing what he could to help the people and oppose the Sith. Eventually he was able find like minded individuals who sought to oppose the Sith.

During his travels, he built himself a lightsaber with a curved hilt. While curved hilts are generally favored by Makashi practitioners, Seifer’s hilt was longer and curved more gently to allow for a two-handed grip when necessary, and that was balanced in a way that allowed it be better utilized during the rapid, defensive, blade work that Soresu demands. At the sabers heart is a Lorrdian crystal, obtained while Seifer was on Lorrd, which created a blade the glowed very light blue.

JONAS CRAY
Male Human Warrior (Shii-Cho Knight, Force Sensitive Emergent)
Morality Compassion/Hatred (59)
Motivation Faith (The Jedi Code)
Experience 320; Remaining 10

Brawn 3, Agility 3, Intellect 2, Cunning 3, Willpower 3, Presence 2
Wound Threshold 17; Strain Threshold 13
Defense Melee 0, Ranged 0; Soak Value 4 (Brawn 3, armor 1)
Skills Athletics 1, Brawl 1, Cool 1, Coordination 1, Discipline 1, Knowledge (Lore) 1, Lightsaber 1, Perception 1, Resilience 1, Vigilance 1
Talents Force Rating 1, Insight, Multiple Opponents, Parry 2, Sense Danger, Touch of Fate, Toughened 2, Uncanny Reactions 1, Uncanny Senses 1
Force Powers Enhance (Control - Force Leap (Horizontal)), Sense (Control - Upgrade Difficulty)
Combat Gear Lightsaber (Ilum crystal) , slugthrower pistol, heavy clothing; Other Gear Thermal cloak, utility belt (breath mask, comlink (handheld), glow rod, ration pack x2, stimpack x2, syntherope)
Money 81 credits; Other Wealth None
Encumbrance 7/9

DESCRIPTION
Age 34
Height 1.82m (6 ft) Weight 80kg (176 lbs) Build Athletic
Hair Brown Eyes Hazel Skin Fair

Fit and agile, Jonas stands close to six feet tall and is possessed of an athletic build, albeit a little on the slender side, his physique the result of both his Jedi training of old and his life so far, especially after the fall of the Order. Opting almost always for a clean-shaven look, at least if he can help it, he is fair of skin with medium-length dark brown hair and hazel eyes. Despite a certain dryness of wit bordering on snark at times, he is compassionate and friendly and with a smile not far from his lips; indeed, saying that he is more often seen with one than without would not be too far from the truth.

Usually seen in simple functional attire, at times complemented by a hooded thermal cloak to keep both heat and cold away, he shows a preference for clothes that are as comfortable and non-restrictive as possible, yet sturdy enough to provide at least a modicum of protection. His other possessions appear meager, amounting to little more than a slugthrower pistol holstered by his right hip and a utility belt containing various useful items within it. Still, there is one more thing he carries on him almost at all times, his lightsaber, which is kept not hanging from his belt but fastened across it in the small of his back and is usually hidden under a jacket or some other piece of clothing, as well as his cloak when he wears it.

BACKGROUND
Donnal Vorn was a warrior, a master of lightsaber combat, but a teacher? Not quite. Patience had never been what he excelled at. Still, it was expected of him to at some point take on a Padawan, an apprentice he would teach the lore of the Order and the ways of the Force to, as well as train him how and, perhaps more importantly, when to use a lightsaber. The idea did not appeal to him quite so much, that much is true, but eventually he relented. Perhaps he came around to realizing that the members of the Jedi Council, who would raise the subject time and again, were right. Or perhaps he simply grew tired of being pestered time and again. So, he would choose a Jedi Youngling to share whatever wisdom and skills he had accumulated thus far. But he would do so on his own terms, the choice being his and his alone.

Being a warrior first and foremost, though one tempered by the teachings of the Order and the Jedi Code, the Jedi Knight knew the dangers and pitfalls combat could lead to, and those were not simply injury or even death. Arrogance, anger, passion, hatred and more were unseen foes that one might come to regard as allies if they were not careful, vigilant. And allies such as those could very easily lead to the Dark Side. So his apprentice would have to be someone who was kind and compassionate, level-headed. His apprentice would have to be someone who not only possessed the skill to wield and use a lightsaber, but also someone who would not lose himself when fighting with it. After all, Donnal himself saw that at times he enjoyed a duel perhaps a bit too much, a slippery slope if ever there was one as far as he was concerned. And perhaps the reason why he avoided teaching a Padawan what he knew. It took him a while, but he did manage to find that someone in a boy by the name of Jonas Cray.

Jonas showed not only skill with the lightsaber, but incredible aptitude at not just following instructions well, but actually understanding and absorbing techniques and making them his own after seeing them enough, though the time and repetitions needed did vary depending on the complexity of the technique. Still, he had the makings of a great duelist, as good as or perhaps even better than Vorn himself. Despite it though, the boy was neither prideful nor quick to draw his lightsaber; though when he did need to do so, he did it without anger, remaining focused on the fight at hand but without passion fueling his strikes. It was as if he was seeing every duel, every fight, even those avoided and never started, even those he lost, as a chance to learn and hone his skills. Suffice to say, Donnal Vorn was quite pleased with his choice of a Padawan and perhaps more than a little proud when that Padawan made his first lightsaber under the Jedi Knight's tutelage and guidance.

And then came the Battle of the Star Forge, a battle Jonas' Master joined, as he and many other Jedi Knights and Jedi Masters fought alongside Republic forces only to be betrayed by Revan. That was the last time he saw Donnal Vorn, who, like many others of the Order, never returned. He had little time to dwell on the tragedy though, as soon after chaos followed. With the Republic broken and the Sith without a doubt ready to descend upon what Jedi remained, he, along with others, fled the Temple at Coruscant as the Jedi Order scattered to the four winds.

Finding himself alone, he managed to board a ship about to leave the planet, its destination the last thing that interested him then. Instead, his mind was still reeling from everything that had transpired in what seemed like so short a time. And prominent among his thoughts the fate of his Master, for the young Padawan did not feel him die. He expected a feeling of pain, of loss if that were true, if Donnal Vorn had perished, but there was nothing. Was he still alive, having managed to escape death only to fight or at least resurface another day? Had he indeed died so very far away that even through the Force Jonas would not have been able to feel his demise? Or had he fallen to the Dark Side, having given himself over to the fighting he had admitted he enjoyed perhaps a little too much?

These questions are still unanswered twenty years later, though Jonas does not bring them to mind quite so often anymore. Having used his lightsaber, or even the Force for that matter, little if at all since his fleeing the Temple and Coruscant, he has been moving about ever since, not staying on one planet for too long, and generally laying low, using his wits and skills and taking odd jobs here and there to make ends meet. Still, he has not forgotten the way things were and he still keeps the Jedi Code alive in his mind, trying to live by it, or at least as much as he can given the circumstances, and to lend aid when aid is needed, though he does try to do so without attracting too much attention to himself.

But perhaps the time is coming, if it has not come already, that he can no longer keep on avoiding attention, that he must make a choice. For he has heard whispered talks of a Resistance.

KOVIN DAUR - TOGRUTA SEEKER

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Male Togruta Seeker (Pathfinder/Shien Expert)

Motivation: Protect the Natural World - Kovin has come to love his wilderness home, and he sees reflections of it in the way the Force surrounds all living things. He will always work to protect living creatures in the world around him.

Motivation: Free the Oppressed - Slavery showed Kovin the very worst the sentient beings may do to others. He would never see the like repeated again, and would gladly overthrow any oppressor, regardless of who they are or what they might stand for.

Morality: 50

Emotional Strength: Compassion - Kovin loves the creatures found around him, and that extends to sentient beings. He will always work to help any being through whom the Living Force flows, so long as they will have him.
Emotional Weakness: Hatred - Although Kovin loves living creatures and the infinite ways they find to survive, he holds an active hatred of any being who would willfully harm the natural world, one which he would gladly indulge in.

Starting bonus: +10xp

Experience: Spent - 260 Total - 260

Brawn: 2 Agility: 3 Intellect: 2 Cunning: 3 Willpower: 3 Presence: 2

Wound Threshold: 12

Strain Threshold: 14

Soak: 2

Defence: 0/0

XP COSTS (110xp)

Shien Expert - 30xp

Brawn 2 - 20

Agility 3 - 30

Willpower 3 - 30

SKILLS (20xp)

Athletics 1 - 5xp

Medicine 1 - Career

Perception 1 - Species

Piloting Planetary 1 - Career

Piloting Space 1 - Career

Survival 2 - Career+10xp

Vigilance 1 - Career

Lightsaber 1 - 5xp

TALENTS (80xp)

Pathfinder (65xp)

Grit - 5xp

Keen Eyed - 10xp

Animal Empathy - 15xp

Animal Bond - 15xp

Force Rating - 20xp

Shien Expert (15xp)

Conditioned - 5xp

Reflect - 5xp

Street Smarts - 5xp

Shien Technique - 10xp

FORCE POWERS (20xp)

Sense Basic Power - 10xp

Seek Basic Power - 10xp

EQUIPMENT

Walking stick, concealing robes, wilderness survival kit

Credits : 70

ZELT - JUVENILE TUSK CAT

Brawn: 4 Agility: 4 Intellect: 1 Cunning: 3 Willpower: 1 Presence: 3

Soak: 4

Wound Threshold: 9

Defence: 1/1

SKILLS

Brawl 2

Coordination 2

Perception 2

Stealth 2

Vigilance 2

TALENTS

Adversary 1

ABILITIES

Leap (add 2 Boost to all Athletics checks made to jump)

Silhouette 1

EQUIPMENT

Tusks and claws (Brawl; Damage 3; Critical 2; Range (Engaged); Pierce 2

BACKGROUND

Kovin Daur was born in the year following the Great Defeat. His parents were refugees from colony worlds along the front line, and while fleeing with their infant child from the Sith they were taken in by an apparently generous gentlebeing named Zorval the Hutt. However, their apparent salvation did not work out how they'd hoped - Zorval enslaved Avrak and Shial Daur, forcing them to work in his mines with thousands of other displaced refugees. Kovin, just a child, was luckier. He grew up in the labour camp with the other children, climbing trees, scrambling over rocks and exploring the boundaries of the vast labour camp. Eventually, a particularly active bit of exploring led to him nearly being shot for leaving the camp. However, Zorval's majordomo intervened to have the child spared. He was welcomed into the Hutt's household to help the corpulent crime lord fulfill his passion - hunting rare and endangered species. Kovin would comb the wilderness, reporting on the location of such precious creatures as Zorval desired - which the Hutt would then vapourise with a landspeeder-mounted disruptor cannon from several hundred feet in the air. To the fourteen-year-old Kovin it was just a game, and he cherished the approval of the Hutt and his staff. They taught him to read and write, how to map the stars, and even began training him to be Zorval's eventual pilot.

However, one night Kovin was ushered out of bed by his parents. In the cold light of dawn he found himself rushing across the camp, his parents fearful of discovery. Breaking through a gap in the camp's perimeter fence surrounded by a half-dozen armed slaves, the confused child was ushered onto a landing pad towards a fleet of beaten-up old ships. Many other slaves were there, squeezing into bulk freighters under the supervision of a Snivvian and his Trandoshan assistant, but Kovin was instead hurried towards a smaller, battle-scarred, orange-hulled twin-engine freighter. He was almost at the ramp when the Hutt's enforcers found them. Hundreds of slaves had yet to board when the ships were forced to leave. Kovin's mother was mortally injured in the crossfire, and on reaching orbit the situation did not improve as a Hutt battlecruiser damaged the ship's hyperdrive. There was only one solution - enter the last saved hyperdrive coordinates, and hope for the best.

The journey blasted the ship from the Expansion Region into the Deep Core, finally bringing the ship out of hyperdrive over a forested world not marked on any star charts. Kovin watched as the ship began to drop into the ship's gravity well, the other slaves onboard desperately trying to get the engines going again. It was no use, and the ship crash-landed on the planet. By some miracle Kovin survived, but he was alone. He had a broken leg, which he splinted with a tree branch that to his surprise grew with him. It progressed from splint, to crutch, to walking stick, to eventually becoming a staff he used to support his weaker leg and to fight the world's predators. As the freighter's emergency supplies ran short he salvaged what he could and set out into the wilderness.

The world was a mysterious one, and it set an odd feeling about Kovin. Soon he found he could sense things - the presence of living creatures, air currents in the tunnels combing the mountains, even the minds and thoughts of certain creatures around him. It was in this way that he encountered and tamed a juvenile tusk cat, naming it Zelt and working with it to hunt prey to feed himself. He also sensed the location of a mysterious gemstone, which taught him of an ancient order of warriors and one of their forms of combat. This he practiced with his stave, learning the use of cunning in combat. He soon came to see himself as protector of the living creatures around him, guarding them from predators that might seek to disrupt the balance around him, as well as from other ancient threats dwelling in the forests and passes that might destroy his beloved home. The loss of everyone he had ever known at the hands of the Hutts gave himself a burning hatred of them, as he felt betrayed by their change from kindness to cruelty. And so he lived for five years, with no company but a tamed tusk cat and a holographic projection, until on his nineteenth birthday when he saw the fire in the sky, and the first new visitor arrived...

DESCRIPTION

Kovin is 6'2" and has a physique that is slim and muscular without being bulky - an active lifestyle and natural diet mean that he is whipcord-thin yet obviously strong. He is handsome by any standard in galactic society, possessing brown eyes, vibrant red skin and a muted white pigment across his skin that breaks up the outline of his body, aiding hunting.

Kovin is marked out by possessing a rare fourth montral, which bears a dappled pattern that further aids his ability to hide and hunt, while the additional montral improves his spatial awareness making tracking easier.

Kovin bears few scars - little more than the trappings of a life in the wild. However, he has a slight but noticeable limp in his right leg from where he broke it in the crash that left him shipwrecked. However, the fact that this seems to disappear at times, coupled with his natural agility, leave some to question whether it is an affectation intended to make him look more vulnerable than he is.

Finally, he wears a bandage wrapped around his right wrist to conceal the brand marking him as a slave of Zorval the Hutt, as well as a Togrutan charm necklace that once belonged to his mother which he wears as decoration.

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Firan Cadera

Species : Human
Career : Hired Gun

Specialization(s) : Mercenary Soldier, Sharpshooter
Height : 5'11
Weight : 165
Build : Lean, mean
Age : 29
Skin : Brown
Eyes : Brown

Hair: Brown

Description: Pale yellow and blue Mandalorian armor, eye-like sigil above the T visor
Total/Remaining XP : 260/0

Brawn : 3
Agility : 4
Intellect : 2
Cunning :2
Willpower : 2
Presence : 2

Soak : 5
Wound Threshold : 13
Strain Threshold : 13
M/R Defense : 1/1

Motivation: Quest: Vengeance

Motivation: Belief: The Six Actions

Duty: Placard Hunter 15

Duty: Internal Security 5

Obligation: Betrayal 30

Skills :
Cool 1, Discipline 1, Perception 2, Pilot Planet 2, Vigilance 1, Gunnery 1, Melee 2, Ranged Light 2, Heavy 2, Knowledge Outer Rim 2

Talents :

Point Blank

Second Wind

Sniper Shot

True Aim

Lethal Blows

Side Step

Strong Arm

Grit

Equipment :

OK-98 Blaster Carbine
Protector 1 Combat Armor
Blaster Pistol
Vibroknife
2x Frag grenades

Jet Pack
Load Bearing Gear
Utility Belt
Backpack
Electrobinoculars
Comlink

Medpac

Backstory :

Firan was born on Concord Dawn in Mandalorian space, but was orphaned at a young age when the Jedi led by Revan killed his parents in the war.

Like many in his clan, Firan ended up working as a mercenary. But after years of fighting for only himself, he found himself yearning to fight for something greater. He had a chance now to change the galaxy for the better, and, more importantly, have his revenge.