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PROFILE #56342-LS
PROFILE #56342-LS
GENERAL INDEX
NAME: Lumen Sorus
FACTION: Unaffiliated
FACTION RANK: N/A
AGE: 22 Standard Years
CREDITS: 1000
CULTURAL BACKGROUND: Tarisian Middle-Class
RARITY RATING: 7.57/10.00
PHYSICAL INDEX
PHYSICAL RATING: 5.26/10.00
SPECIES: Human
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 1.73 Meters
WEIGHT: 67 Kilograms
BMI: 22.4
BMI RATING: Normal
PHYSICAL HEALTH: Normal
BODY TYPE: Average
EYES: Green
HAIR: Brunette
SKIN: Fair
PHYSICAL IRREGULARITIES: Undetected
MENTAL INDEX
MENTAL RATING: 8.34/10.00
INTELLIGENCE LEVEL: 160
INTELLIGENCE RATING: Superior
MENTAL HEALTH: Normal
MOTOR SKILLS: Excellent
EDUCATION LEVEL: College Valedictorian
ACTION EFFECTIVENESS: 89%
CHIRALITY: Natural Ambidextrous
MENTAL IRREGULARITIES: Undetected
FORCE INDEX
FORCE RATING: 9.12/10.00
SOURCE OF SENSITIVITY: Mutation
FORCE SENSITIVITY: Confirmed
PROJECTED SENSITIVITY: 1.798/2.000
FORCE SENSITIVITY TYPE: Compressed
UNIQUE FORCE ABILITY: Involuntary Force Stealth
JEDI INDEX
JEDI RATING: NaN/10
FORCE AFFILIATION: Unaffiliated
FORCE FORM: N/A
LIGHTSABER STYLE: N/A
FORCE PROFICIENCY: N/A
LIGHTSABER PROFICIENCY: N/A
PROFILE RARITY ANALYSIS
Subject displays a highly rare Force index statistic. The Force index reveals a rare type of Force-sensitivity: compressed. While the subject's projected sensitivity is at an impressive level, it is condensed, and its latent presence is minuscule. Presence in the Force is at microscopic levels; the subject cannot be indirectly sensed by virtually any Force-Adept. Only when specifically targeted is the subject's presence detected. The ability is nearly related to the Ysalamiri species' perpetual "holes" in the Force. The subject does not possess Force-sensitives within five generations of their lineage, and no outer source has been confirmed, making the subject's Force index a random mutation. An odd irregularity in the physical index; subject displays advanced aptitude with close quarters combat.
PSYCHOLOGICAL PROFILE
TEST RESULTS: 37
The subject is seen as a sensible, cautious, careful and practical person. Often seen as a clever, gifted, or talented, but a modest individual. The subject is not a person who makes friends too quickly or easily, but is extremely loyal to friends who are made, and expects the same loyalty in return. Those who get to know more about the subject realize it takes a lot to shake the subject's trust in their allies. Equally, it takes a long time for the subject to get over it if their trust is ever broken.
AUTOBIOGRAPHY
"I was born on the planet Taris to a middle class couple about twenty-two years ago. They aren't with me now, they died in a shuttle crash incident when I was seven. It wasn't exactly hard for me as I had barely known them for most of my life, and was basically with my babysitter for most of that time. She was a Twi'lek that my parents allowed to stay with us on the condition that she take care of me when they were away; which they were quite often. Her name was Haee'emm, and she was a very nice woman. She was probably slightly younger than I am now when my parents died. She became my caretaker and legal guardian not too long after my parent's death."
"Eventually I became fluent in Twi'leki when Haee'emm taught it to me. She also taught me various other skills, such as smooth talking or repairing random items. Besides that, she didn't really change anything I had been raised with. She respected my parents too much to change any values they had instilled. We bonded much over the time we spent together, and I regarded her as my mother. Other kids would make fun of us, and call me an alien lover while taunting my Haee'emm. I couldn't do much about it because I wasn't very physically adept, but I was able to persuade them to leave me alone eventually. Unfortunately, right before I turned seventeen, Haee'emm just died on me. The doctors said she had been sick for a very long time. I can tell that she didn't want to tell me so I wouldn't worry."
"I stayed in a orphanage for the remaining two years of my adolescence. They were the absolute worse two years of my life. Specifically, the others would continuously bully me because I was caught speaking Twi'leki with some of the Twi'leks. There is a lot of xenophobia on Taris when it comes down to it. After two years, I was finally able to live on my own, and I even gained a house. However, it seemed that Haee'emm had one last trick up her sleeve before she died. I was contacted on day by some representative who gave me a message that turned out to be my mother's will. In her will, she stated that upon my eighteenth birthday, I was to be tracked down and given her prized Red Typhoon."
"The Red Typhoon was a Dynamic-class freighter that I had known nothing about previously. The ship was docked and I saw that it was large enough to hold ten people and cargo while still being able to fly efficiently. Haee'emm had never even mentioned this ship to me, but I guess she wanted me to have it. I looked around it, and it looked like it hadn't been taken well care of since mom's death. While searching and cleaning it, I found a smuggler compartment. I guess mom was a smuggler at one point, but I didn't know about that either. It does explain the odd skills she taught me. Inside was a present with my name on it. It had a note attached to it that was the last thing my mother ever wanted me to tell me."
"The note was written completely in Twi'leki since most upper Tarisians weren't Twi'leks. I was able to read it though, 'Lumen, dear, if you are reading this, than I did not live to tell you what I actually was, in person. I was a smuggler turned Jedi. I had learned the ways of the Force, but I did not wish to be a Jedi so I simply fled. I pass on this note, my ship, and a small token that I would like you to have. I am sure that you have turned out to be a fine young man, my dear. I love you, and I want you to take whatever path lies before you. These items will be the tools you need to take those roads. Whatever you decide, you will have my blessing. May the Force be with you.'"
"I truly couldn't tell that my mom was a Jedi, but I think she could tell that I was special. In the package, I found her lightsaber. It was a standard hilt, and I thought it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I never saw a lightsaber up close before then so it was a magical experience. I had the skills, I had the ship, a blaster, and a lightsaber to guide my way. I thought I knew what I was doing at the time. Now I can see I didn't a know a thing. Mother gave me the tools to be a smuggler, which was the path I chose. I became a completely silent and undetectable blur that shot through the galaxy with hidden secrets in my cargo. I had heard that they had Jedi attempt to sense even a vague impression of who it was that had alluded the law for so long. They couldn't catch me because none of them knew me. I was sure that it was the path I wanted to follow, but I see now that my true path, my destiny, was unavoidable. It all started when I was being attacked by The Dark Cloud. I had no idea why they wanted my life at the time..."
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