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BIOGRAPHY
NAME: Alara Voren Skyell
AGE: 35
SPECIES: Hapan
FACTION: Jedi Order
RANK: Grand Master
HEIGHT: 5 feet 5 inches
WEIGHT: 135 pounds
HAIR COLOR: Brunette
EYE COLOR: Soft Brown
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Her life had flashed before her eyes when Valen had died. Her own mortality blinding her mind. Alara’s life had never been simple. She was born to Hapan nobility. A princess who had never belonged. The bloodthirsty politics of the Consortium disgusted her from a young age. She was raised at Court all the same. She was taught the terrible ways of her people. She was taught to navigate the incredibly dangerous life at Court. She survived but was a constant disappointment. She never fit in with her ambitious fellows.
She was rescued from Hapes at the age of 8. Her family was thrilled. As an eldest daughter she was expected to climb the political ladder. Her younger sister was much better suited to the task. The Skyell family happily handed young Alara over to the Jedi that found her. She was whisked to Tython to begin her training. She was a natural. The Force sung strongly through her and she was born to wield a blade. The scholarly pursuits were more difficult for young Alara but she learned in time. When she was ten she began dying her hair brunette. Her platinum blonde hair was a constant distraction. She did not want to be a Princess, she wanted to be a Jedi.
At 16, Master Thelas Worel chose her as his Padawan. The kindly Bothan was one of the Order’s most skilled swordsmen. The next 19 years of her life were a whirlwind. Alara passed the trials when she was twenty, a smiling Master Voren cheering her on. When the Sith attack she hurled herself into the war. She fought the Sith at each and every turn. When the Republic collapsed, Alara clawed to keep the Jedi from failing. She gave her soul to the Jedi. She gave her heart to the war. She rose to the rank of Master but refused a seat on the Council. She would not be chained to a chair. She had never liked the rank of General. It felt wrong, not like the Jedi. She did not stop commanding the forces of the Order. Those close to her affectionately called her Princess. Tales of her ferocity and beauty spread across the galaxy. She could not claim the renowned of the Grand Master, the two General Vis, or the Council members, but she struck fear into more than one Sith.
Alara has returned to Jedha after Valen’s death. A single message awaited her. Valen wished her to take his place, to finish what he had started. In his heart, he had never been a crusader. He had become what the Order needed, but his soul was always the healer. She was not. She was a fighter. She was a warrior. She would avenge her friends death and she would finish what he had begun.
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