Character's Name: Xaran “Zatara” Mivia Typhon
Character's Age: 26
Character's Gender: Male

Character's Race: ½ Human, ½ Nerya
Character Home world: Born: Gayda 5 Now: Naboo

Character Class: Mechanic
Alignment: Neutral
Current Master: N/A

Character's Appearance: While Xaran is half Nerya, very little of the race shows. The very end tip of his ears are a dim blue, but he usually covers that portion with his hair or a headband. He stands at 6'1, weighing 180 lbs of toned muscle. His eyes are a dark purple, and his skin is tanned. He looks mostly human, somewhat ashamed of his Nerya side he received from his mother. He has a few scars on his body which he usually keeps covered up, living the simple life of a mechanic now. He generally wears a long sleeved light gray shirt, with a dark gray vest. The collar is usual high, and he wears a pair of semi-baggy gray cargo pants. He looks more like a space pirate than a mechanic, but people seem not to notice.

Xaran certainly displays the “hard-ass” attitude with his wardrobe choice. His large combat boots make a large thud wherever he walks. He has a rugged handsomeness to him, and a small amount of fear can be sensed when people see the blaster pistol holstered at his side. He wears a black armband on both arms, which he sometimes holds a hidden knife in. He also wears black gloves that stop just a bit above the wrist. On his vest are armored shoulder-pads, which seem like they were taken from a suit of battle armor. He has a fearsome look to him, but a charming one when he wishes it to be.

Character's Personality: A loner by nature, Xaran displays the tough guy attitude. He seems to have gathered it from a past full of hardening. He doesn’t care what anyone thinks about him, and he doesn’t judge others. He seems like he just doesn’t care about anybody but himself. He has a commanding voice, with a hint of charismatic charm in it. He is good with words, and uses them often to get him into or out of trouble. He loves to gamble, and make shady deals.

Though Xaran doesn’t seem to talk very much, when he does he is pretty sarcastic. It’s not often that he’s serious with people, but he certainly can be. In an instant he can take control of a situation, from years of experience he can lead people out of a jam or into a fray. He’s also a good pilot, and loves to trade parts for ships. He’s highly interested in weaponry and flying, or anything that can go fast. He has a craving for speed, always wanting to go faster and faster. It seems his life isn’t exciting to him unless he constantly has a chance of losing it.
Xaran never seemed to like children. No one really knew why, however. Perhaps it was spite that he never had a father, and doesn’t know how to act like one. Or maybe it’s because they were so curious, or lacked the wisdom, experience, and intelligence to do anything right. It could also be that Xaran simply doesn’t like working with others. He prefers to be alone, thinking everyone is better off that way. He believes he can do anything by himself, and isn’t often proved wrong.
Character's History: Xaran Typhon is the son of Ajax Typhon and Viara Jeth. Xaran never met his father, and Viara never told her son anything about his father being a Jedi. Despite his constant questions about who his father was, the only thing Viara ever told him was that his father was a soldier for the Republic. When Viara was pregnant, she left her life as a Jedi and never told Xaran about them.
Then, on one horrible day, Darth Nemesis’ men had caught up with the planet that the Republic had been fighting for the entire time. Viara was shot and killed by Darth Nemesis’ soldiers, and Xaran was taken along with any other children found. They were enslaved to work for Darth Nemesis’ forces. When Darth Nemesis died, a new ruler came to take his place until Darth Typhon returned, or they found a new Sith to take the place as the new Dark Lord of the Sith. The temporary ruler’s name was Kaven Kordar. He wasn’t a Sith, and had no grasp over the Force. He was a man of powerful words, and good leadership.
His men pressed on the struggle against the Republic. The slaves that were captured a long time ago were now about 16, and were offered the option to enlist in Kordar’s army. A few of the slaves did, and among them was Xaran. He served as a soldier for Kordar for 4 years. He wore the armor of Kordar’s army, which was gold, with black armored shoulder pads and red garbs. He battled against the Republic, and gained a fairly high position. One day, while storming a Republic city on the planet of Aiva 12, Xaran would make his first encounter of a Jedi.

Xaran and his comrades charged from barrier to barrier, dodging blasts all around them. The 7 men got behind a large piece of debris, a massive stone that had fallen from one of the buildings. “Four shooters at 8'o clock.” Said Gavin, one of Xaran’s comrades. “Think you can get them, Zatara?” Gavin asked Xaran. Xaran had been given the nickname of ‘Zatara’ after he jumped aboard a ship called “The Z-Sparata” and forced it to crash land. The ship was horribly mangled and reshaped, so his buddies did the same to the name, and gave it to him. “I’m on it..” He said, gripping his repeater blaster rifle. He opened fire, quickly gunning down the four troops. He laughed a bit behind his golden helmet, looking through the tinted glass of it. “Alright, let’s move out” He said, motioning. The troops advanced further, sprinting to their new destination in a hail of gunfire.
Xaran and his comrades returned the fire, picking off of a few of the Republic soldiers. Ryden, on of the men with Xaran, started shooting at a ship that sped over them. All of the men shot at it, bringing it down. It crashed into the last standing support beam of a massive building. The building began to lean a bit, then it was a sure thing it was going to fall. “Haul ass ” Shouted Xaran, sprinting away with his men. As the building began to fall, it hit another one. An avalanche of debris came down upon him and his men. Zak and Aheim, two men in his group, were smashed by the falling debris.

The dashed there way free of danger, Xaran dive-rolling just before he was crushed by a massive piece of the structure. Breathing hard, Xaran looked around. He had to ditch his gun in the sprinting. He picked up a normal blaster rifle off of the ground, getting behind a fallen ship. Ryden and Gavin got behind it with him, firing at several Republic soldiers. Hale and Jur, the other two of the 5, got behind support beams of a hallway to a fallen building. The firing went on for a long while, then all of the sudden Hale shouted out something. Xaran couldn’t make it out. He yelled back “What?” And heard Hale shout again. “Jedi ” At the top of his lungs. Before Hale could look back, he was cut in half by a beam of blue light, erecting from a metal handle. It was a Mirialan man that had killed Hale. Xaran cursed at the ease of the slaughter, and pointed his gun at the Jedi. He opened fire along with Ryden and Gavin. As they shot, the warrior sent their blasts right back at them with his blade. Xaran dodged his own blast that was sent back at him, Ryden and Gavin barely avoiding being shot. The Jedi charged at them, reflecting a blast back at Jur, killing him with his own blast. Xaran and his two comrades fell back a bit, shooting every now and then. The Jedi made his way up to them. Ryden and Xaran watched as Gavin was suddenly flung back into a column of a building behind them. “What the hell was that ?” shouted Xaran. Before anything else could be said, Ryden had his hand sliced off by the blade of the Jedi. Xaran shot at the Jedi, but it did no good. His blast was sent upward.
The Jedi slashed downward at Xaran, who held his rifle up to block it. It did no good, for his rifle was cut in half. “That’s not good..” He said humorously as the Jedi kicked him in the gut, sending him back a few steps. The Jedi swung at him again, and Xaran ducked. Xaran turned around and ran, being chased and slashed at by the Jedi. Xaran barely dodged the attacks from the Jedi, escaping death by mere inches each slash. Gavin got up again, taking up his rifle and chasing after the two, avoiding gunfire from both Kordar’s men and the Republic soldiers. Xaran climbed up a massive pile of debris as he was chased by the Jedi. He turned around, withdrawing a small blaster pistol. He shot at the Jedi, who deflected the blasts like before.

The Jedi was sprinting at him, only about 7 feet away now. Xaran looked down at a pole that the Jedi stepped on. He kicked it to the side, making the Jedi stumble and almost trip. Xaran threw his pistol, hitting the man in the head. He fell back a bit, but caught himself. Using the spare time, Xaran reached down and grabbed the pole. The Jedi swung at him again, cutting off the top part of the metal pole. Xaran used the bottom part and hit the Jedi in the side of the head, sending him stumbling to the side to keep from falling. Xaran hit him again in the back, and then the Jedi turned around. Xaran ducked a slash made by the Jedi, getting kicked in his helmet by the man as he started to get up. Xaran rolled backwards onto his feet, side-stepping another slash from the Jedi.

When Xaran sidestepped, all of the sudden Gavin rammed into the Jedi, knocking him down. He almost fell off of the pile of debris, but managed to stay on it just before the cliff. Gavin regained focus, aiming his rifle at the man and firing. The Jedi deflected it away just in time, cutting Gavin’s lightsaber in half. Xaran sent a boot to the Jedi’s side, rescuing his comrade. The Jedi almost tripped over a rock that was sticking out, but caught himself. As Gavin as reaching to grab him, he got his hand sliced clean off by the Jedi’s plasma blade. Gavin screamed in pain, falling to his knees. The Jedi suddenly extended his open hand at Xaran. Xaran felt something strange come over him, and he was suddenly lifted into the air. He was hurled off of the pile of debris, and sent to the right, and would fall a good 30 ft. to the ground.

Zatara grabbed the wing of a crashed ship as he was hurled away, slamming into it and gripping it tightly. He slowly started to slide off, but gripped a gun turret firmly and held himself.

He threw off his busted-up helmet and looked back at Gavin. Gavin had stood up and hit the man in the back of the head with an end of his cut rifle. The Jedi turned around, and impaled Gavin through the chest. Gavin slumped over and died there, and Xaran yelled his name, helplessly. The Jedi jumped off of the pile of debris and began to battle other troops just below Xaran.

Xaran quickly formed a plan. He forced himself up onto the wing, and walked along it to the cockpit of the ship. Pulling out the dead pilot, he threw him to the side. He turned the ship to the right, tilting it a bit. He then got out of the cockpit and went to the right. The Jedi was just below him. He shoved the ship, sending it over the edge and plummeting towards the Jedi. Before it went off, he jumped into the top of it and held on tight. It was a daring move, and he hoped it would work out. The Jedi saw the ship falling towards him, and raised his hand, holding the ship suspended in the air. Now Xaran climbed over it and jumped down to the ground, landing with a thud. The Jedi looked in surprise to see the man. Xaran took out his field survival pistol, and shot at the man’s hand holding his weapon. He yelled in pain as he dropped his blade. This loss of focus made his drop the ship, and he had to leap out of the way to avoid being crushed by it.

Xaran quickly acted, and rushed to the man, jumping on the ship and climbing over it to him. The Jedi was already using his strange magic and bringing his blade back to his hand. Xaran aimed his pistol at the actual blade, shooting the hilt and dismantling the weapon. The Jedi turned to Xaran, and used his magic to bring Xaran quickly towards him. Xaran was brought quickly to the Jedi, and kicked in the gut to be sent right back, rolling as he went. He dropped his pistol, and lost sight of it. The Jedi was already upon him when he regained his focus, being hit with a barrage of punches to the head. Xaran put up his fists, blocking to punches. He grabbed the mans arm, throwing him to the ground. He kicked the Jedi in the ribs, being a rough fighter that he was. They two deadlocked as the Jedi tried to get up, and Xaran threw the man over his body and straight onto his back.

The Jedi grunted, but couldn’t speak, for Xaran was sending a heavy fist to his face. He struck the Jedi over and over again, and the Jedi was beginning to not know where he was. The Jedi rolled backwards, kicking Xaran in the head. Xaran spat out some blood, being tackled by the Jedi. They rolled around, wrestling for a long while. Xaran found his pistol again, grabbing for it. He was forced to wrestle for the gun with the Jedi, and managed to take a hold of it. He shot the Jedi in the side of the head at point blank, killing him instantly.

Xaran had survived the battle, but was taken prisoner. In the times of the Republic having trouble against Kordar’s forces, they would give Xaran and a few other P.O.W.’s the option to fight for them. Xaran took the job, and became a soldier of the Republic. He became a pilot, an excellent one at that. He fought many battles on surfaces, but even more battles in space, against the fleets of Kordar.

Xaran had gotten a small X-wing styled ship called “The Mavian” and he became attached to it. He took this ship into several, several battles. He became popular among the other Republic pilots, and a phrase of his that became famous within the Republic was “Lead me to Heaven when we die” in a boasting and sarcastic tone, as he was a through-and-through sinner, and had no place in a haven. He was a daring soldier, and a thrill-driven pilot.

One day, there was a battle on Hovas 2 against Kordar’s men. Xaran was in a squad, and their leader had been killed by a grenade that landed near the unit. Xaran’s comrades were all confused and scared, they weren’t sure what to do. Xaran quickly took action, hopping on top of a stump and speaking to the men. “Rapid fire in front Sure-shots in the back, take out any sneaky soldiers we might have. Keep low, keep to the left, keep to the trees ” He shouted, leading the men into the forest to the left. They avoided several blasts. Marching through the swampy forest, Xaran showed no fear or hesitation. Twenty enemy soldiers were in a small clearing, trying to cross a murky pond. “Fire your guns, kill or be killed ” Xaran shouted, opening fire on the men wearing the uniform he once wore. They were all shot down, dying in a water-filled grave.

Xaran and his men quickly moved through the forest, keeping quiet and fast. There was a large tank-like structure that suddenly shot at them, causing a huge explosion and quickly scattering the men. The trees blew apart, and the forest area began to burn. “No time to lose, we’ve got to move ” He shouted, picking up two soldiers to there feet and sprinting through the forest. After the fall, they soldiers shook it off. They quickly followed Xaran, trusting him with their lives. Xaran stopped, letting his men catch their breath.

He looked out past the trees at a large squad of enemies. The men had tanks and a large arsenal of weapons, and they almost tripled the amount of men Xaran had with him. He sighed, looking from his men back to the enemy. “I’m going to attack them...alone, if I have to. Only follow me if you’re capable, if you can’t keep the pace, don’t run the race. Only the strongest will survive...Lead me to Heaven when we die.” He said with a chuckle. He picked up a blaster rifle off o the ground, now holding one in each hand. He turned his back to the enemy, looking at his men. He took off his helmet, calmly setting it on the ground.
He walked backwards slowly out of the forest and towards the enemy, pointing his arms out. When he got far enough, the enemy noticed him. He squeezed the triggers of his rifles, gunning down two enemy soldiers. Xaran’s men were shocked by his bravery, and followed him into the fray. There was a barrage of gunfire in the area, and several soldiers from both sides began to drop instantly. A rocket was shot at the Republic soldiers, creating a massive explosion and sending the men flying. Xaran kept up the fight, running to one of the Kordar soldiers and slamming him in the head with his rifle. The soldier fell down, and Xaran shot him. He threw another soldier over his back, shooting two more that were about to fire at him.

A Kordar soldier charged at him, Xaran kicked him out of the way, swinging at his leg just behind the knee with his rifle, and sending the man to the ground. He shot at him with both rifles, killing him. A tank aimed it’s rocket propeller at him, about to fire. Xaran grinned, adrenaline running through his body. “Come on....blow me away” He said quietly, licking his lips. One the rocket left the gun, Xaran shot at the rocket itself with both rifles. He blew the rocket up before it got a foot away from the tank, destroying it with it’s own gun. Xaran fired at several other troops, dropping about 7 soldiers every 5 seconds.

After a few more minutes, the battle was won. The Republic had warded off the Kordar soldiers, and Xaran quickly went on to fight other battles, never having been one to stick around in the medical bunker for too long. He was already aboard The Mavian, gunning down enemy ships like it was an arcade game.
In what was to be the final battle against Kordar’s men, Xaran was flying the Mavian in a battle with several enemy ships. He would report every killed on the communicator to everyone in his piloting squad, and they would laugh as if it were a game. “Lead me to Heaven when we die” he would say whenever the odds seemed impossible, which was very often in his life. Xaran pushed forward on the steering, making the Mavian go downward to avoid a few blasts from a ship behind him. He quickly did a 360, turning his ship vertically and soaring back towards the ship firing at him. He sent two shots, hitting him once on the left wing and once in the center, exploding the small ship.

He did a barrel roll to avoid collision with another enemy ship, pulling back on the steering and going up ward, just above the ship he passed earlier. He followed it, upside-down. He pulled back more, going downward directly at the ship, firing at it and blowing it up. He flew through the explosion, avoiding a few more blasts from other ships, his comrades taking care of them.

Xaran docked a large enemy battle cruiser that had already been breached by the Republic fleet. Xaran got out of his ship, seeing several other Republic soldiers battling with Kordar’s men in their golden, black, and red armored uniforms. Xaran helped with the skirmish, fighting through to the different floors and rooms of the battle cruiser.

Xaran and several other Republic soldier’s were running through a large room of the ship, in a circular fashion. It had some way of providing power for the ship with the large battery panels all over the sides. A large metal bridge with safety-rails would lead a person from one side of the room to the other, and Xaran was making his way across the bridge with his men. Xaran looked through the tinted glass of his mask to see a cloaked figure suddenly step in front of him and his men. The figure made no motion, it seemed to be looking down towards the ground. Xaran couldn’t tell though, as the hood was up to cover the creature’s face.

Xaran and his comrades raised their rifles at the hooded creature. “Stand down and remove yourself from out path, or you will be terminated ” Xaran shouted in a very professional manner. Suddenly there was a large rattling noise. Xaran and his men looked around, confused. Suddenly one of the battery panels was ripped off, making a large spark of electricity. The panel came flying at the bridge and hit on of the soldiers. It knocked him right off of the bridge, and the soldier screamed as he plummeted endlessly down the dark tunnel of a room.

Chaos took over all of the sudden, when a humming was heard. The soldiers looked to see a crimson glow coming from a black curved piece of metal in the creature’s hand. Something was wicked and sinister about this weapon, and the one wielding it. The men opened fire on the cloaked figure, but the blasts were all sent straight back at them by the crimson beam, killing many of the men. Xaran thought he knew what this thing was...but it was different somehow. A Jedi...? No, the Jedi were on his side now. This was something else, something evil and twisted. Xaran watched in horror as the cloaked figure slashed down several of his comrades with his crimson blade, murdering anyone he could get to as he approached the men.

There was a sudden stalemate, the cloaked figure was surrounded by several soldiers, all too scared to fire. There was a wicked chuckle from behind the hood of the cloaked creature, and he raised on hand with large claws up to the ceiling. Suddenly there was a large crashing sound, and one of the massive power cables was stripped from the ceiling. The lights went out instantly, the only dim was from the glow of the crimson blade. Suddenly there were frantic blasts, and screams. The crimson blade reflected anything shot towards it, and it cut through several of the soldiers. Xaran found himself with only 3 other soldiers left on the bridge of slaughter. The crimson blade came to Xaran, and stopped suddenly. It was held for a moment, and the red glow revealed the figure...and the inside of his hood. Xaran could see the pale, boney figure of a man with long filthy black hair. The creatures had glowing eyes of a light green. Sharp teeth and a menacing look were on the face, an expression seemingly emotionless.

Before either of them could say anything, three more glowing beams came into the room. Two blue, and one yellow. They met in combat with the crimson one as Xaran watched. Flashes and sparks were set off as the blades hit each time. Xaran raised his rifle and shot twice, the shots being sent off into the darkness. Suddenly Xaran felt something familiar, and it knocked him down and almost off of the bridge. He caught himself on of the support beams of the safety rails, his gun falling off down the tunnel. Xaran yelled, taking off his helmet and dropping it. One of the surviving soldiers found his way through the darkness to Xaran, pulling him back up.

When Xaran looked to the blades fighting again, the yellow one suddenly deactivated. The two blue beams were thrown off of the bridge, falling endlessly in the tunnel.

Xaran and his comrade looked at they saw the glowing crimson beam stay still for a moment.

“....Run” Xaran whispered to his comrade. The two sprinted away from the murderous cloaked figure, and it made no effort to chase after them. As they sprinted in the dark, they found there way to the power core of the battle ship. A gigantic flow of energy contained in a massive tube-like structure. “Let’s just blow this place” said Xaran’s comrade. “Right...” Xaran responded. They headed for the power core, suddenly hearing a igniting spark that seemed so familiar. Out came the cloaked figure, but the hood was no longer up. Now the two soldiers could see the murderer in full. A pale white face with glowing eyes, and a sinister look. Long black hair, filthy it seemed.

The creature grinned as it slowly approached the soldiers. Xaran took his comrade and jumped off of the ledge to a different catwalk, landing with a heavy thud. They got up, sprinting for the power core again. The creature leaped over and past them, cutting them off on the bridge to the power core. “What the hell are you ?” Shouted Xaran. The creature grinned...in a raspy voice he spoke. “Mormanas...” He said, chuckling wickedly. Xaran was calm and steady, ready for any sudden action. His comrade however, was going into panic, fearing for his life.

Suddenly Mormanas moved, flicking his lightsaber out at Xaran, and catching him just barely on the face under his eye. Two quick movement, but Xaran moved back slightly to avoid and fatal injury. His cheek was slashed twice, forming an X that would certainly leave a scar. His comrade moved, pushing past Mormanas and running to the power core. He placed a bomb on it, and before he could activate it he met death, as a red beam was plunged through his back and erected from his stomach. He groaned, and slumped over, dying.

Xaran looked at Mormanas with anger, gritting his teeth. Mormanas looked back at him, seeming a little interested. “Odd...You have a vaguely familiar aura about you, soldier.” Xaran was silent for a moment, then spoke. “Most soldiers of the Republic look similar..” He said mockingly. “True...but it’s something else.” Xaran found himself lifted into the air, unable to help himself, struggling as he did. “It’s in your eyes...your face...your attitude, movements...I can feel much potential in you.” He said, as if inspected a fish before buying it. He released his hold on Xaran, letting him drop to the ground.

“I feel like we have an uncanny connection to each other, you and I.” He said, smiling a bit. Xaran quickly stood up, half grunting out “I’m just doing my job.” As he did. He swung for Mormanas, who simply caught his wrist, kicking him in the gut which sent him to his knees, then hurling him over his back several feet away. Xaran hit the ground and rolled a few times. He coughed, forcing himself to his feet slowly.

“...Ajax?” He said, tilting his head a bit. Xaran arched a brow, blinking. He reached for his field survival pistol, suddenly having it pulled away from him by Mormanas’ dark magic. Mormanas brought the gun to his hand, and shot Xaran in the knee, then threw the pistol off of the bridge. “No...clearly not” He said, chuckling a bit. Xaran yelled in pain, clutching his knee and falling to the other. Mormanas approached him, and Xaran tried to back away from him, but fell on his back. Mormanas used his dark magic to bring Xaran up into the air again. Xaran suddenly felt himself struggling to breathe. He grabbed his throat, gasping for air. Mormanas grinned a bit, then dropped him. Xaran supported himself with a safety rail on the bridge, staying on his feet.

Mormanas sent the back of his hand to Xaran’s face, knocking him over the safety rails. Xaran fell about 17 feet and slammed hard onto a catwalk further below. He grunted, gasping for breath. Mormanas leaped down to him. As Xaran tried to stand up, Mormanas impaled his thigh with his crimson blade. Xaran screamed in pain, holding the burning wound when Mormanas retracted his blade from Xaran’s thigh. Xaran rolled backwards with what strength he had left and crawled away. Mormanas simply watched the pitiful creature. He shook his head, suddenly sending a surge of lightning at him. The dark magic Mormanas created shocked Xaran, sending surges of electricity through his body. Xaran screamed in agony, which echoed throughout the entire core.

Xaran couldn’t move, he was depleted of will, and strength. Mormanas picked him up, plunging his claws into his side. Xaran didn’t even yell, he simply winced. He couldn’t muster the strength to scream. Xaran was thrown to the ground. He slowly crawled away, going about a 3 feet an hour. Suddenly there was a large rumble, the ship was being shot at. It was going to be destroyed by the other ships soon, as his team had taken far too long to activate the bomb. Mormanas looked behind him, seeming not to lose his balance in the least. The catwalk suddenly cracked and bent, and the last half of it fell down the endless core.
Mormanas turned to Xaran, grinning. “It’s been fun, but I have to get off of this ship.” He said. Xaran climbed to the edge of the catwalk, getting onto his knees and turning around, leaning back a little. “Leaping off...?” Mormanas said. “Noble, but silly. You’ll die if you do that...” Mormanas said. “Then I’ll see you in hell” Xaran said calmly. He leaned back, falling backwards off of the catwalk and down the core, falling endlessly. Mormanas was a little surprised, but simply shrugged and made his way to the emergency escape ships.

Xaran fell, knowing he was going to die. As plummeted further and further down, he was almost happy. Suddenly he was stopped, and suspended in the air. He cracked open a blood-covered eye and looked around. He saw a glowing green beam, then everything went black.

He woke up to find himself in the medical room, on a bed. He was all patched and bandaged up. The medic droid looked at him. “The cut on your face will leave a scar” it said in a polite fashion. “More good news? Thanks very much.” He said, standing up. Soon he would get his own ship, and when he did he retired as a soldier. The horrors he had gone through led him to realize he had lived his life of excitement. He moved to Naboo, dismantling his ship and becoming a mechanic for a small town. It was here he waited for fate to unfold how the rest of his life was to play out. He took up the name of "Zatara" once again, and doesn't often hear the name Xaran anymore.

He has become rather quiet of his past, and no one knows about it where he resides in. He made the choice of not communicating with many, he simply does his business and heads back home. He came to the "never say hello, and you won't have to say goodbye" method. When he was a little younger, he would leap at the sound of adventure. As for now, he has kindly accepted the fact that he is a mechanic...nothing more.





Current Stats

(Starting Points: 150 divide where you wish)

HP: 30
ATK: 30
DEF: 40
Speed:30
Force: 20
Medaclorian Level: 12,396



Jedi or Sith Powers: (Jedi or Sith Padawans have 50 points, Jedi Knight or Sith Warrior Receive: 100 If your a Misc character you get 30 points to spend)

(you may buy moves from the jedi or sith from the specific list by giving up stat points you EARN in order to pay for them)
Hasn’t learned anything about the Force yet.



Items:

Blaster Pistol: (Atk: +4) (Cost: 500) he most common ranged weapon in the galaxy is the basic blaster pistol, firing a bolt of immense coherent light powered by a replaceable power pack.


Utility Belt (cost: 900)
Utility belts offer a wide array of useful items usable by any adventurer. Most belts also feature a stylish look, and can be custom built to fit armor for an additional 300 credits. The basic belt comes with a glowrod, a comlink, a single liquid grappler launcher, and a survival blanket.

RC left: 600