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Finest (Fin) Vos
AGE
► 17
SPECIES
► Kiffar
HEIGHT
► 5'4"
WEIGHT
► 118lb
EYE COLOR
► Brown
HAIR COLOR
► Black/Pitch Brown
HOMEWORLD
► Kiffu
GENDER
► Female
FACTION
► Jedi
RANK
► Initiate
FORCE SENSITIVITY
► True
BIOGRAPHY
Finest. Huh, well fate must have been having a good laugh when -that- was the name her mother chose for her. Maybe something like hopeless screw up, or incompetent nimwit would suit her, but finest?
Yeah right.
It’s not like from day one she wasn’t already a bonafide mistake, the least her mother could have done was call it what it was. She couldn’t lead, she certainly couldn’t housekeep, and guess what? No psychometry either. Man, for the child that Clan Vos needed to pull themselves back from the dirt, she certainly wasn’t pulling her weight. Maybe the only productive thing she ever managed was to accidentally shove her younger brother down the stairs with the force; at least that way her family had a good reason to ship her off to the ass end of nowhere to train with monks. Gods know It certainly made finding an heir for their ‘mighty’ clan a lot easier.
So it was, on her tenth birthday, that her family gave her oh so tearful goodbyes and a tall robed man with hands that smelled like the backside of Tork cow, dragged her off to coruscant. That was seven years ago. You know. Just long enough to be initiated, as the Sith promptly crushed her new family into the dirt like little bugs.
She had a lot of time on her hands after the Sith destroyed Tython and invaded Coruscant, and her and all the other initiates were whisked off to the edge of the galaxy. She often wondered if she was cursed, but her mother had told her stories about people who were cursed and most of them at least had the luck to be thrown off a cliff or shocked to death by a precariously placed Terrin-Bull rod. Fate apparently didn’t even want to give her a fast way to off herself.
Fate is a bantha lard.
But then she magically learned the ways of the jedi and grew past her limitations! That's how these stories usually go, right?!
Hahahahahaha no.
Do you know how heavy a training stick is? It is literally a slab of wood with a metal rod jammed up it’s ass, it is freaking heavy! Especially when you are expected to hit other ten year olds with it, or worse: be hit by it for hours a day. Combine that with a body that had apparently decided scrawny and stick-like were the ideal form, and one too many initiates who were easily double her age and well.... Lets just say Finest wasn’t kicking butt and taking names.
Her ability in the force certainly wasn’t doing much better. “Too much aggression”, “Not enough control”, “Stop trying to pinch Terrence” phewey. She knew what she was doing, it was just… trying to ‘focus’ was like jabbing pins in her eyes, she wanted to scream. If one more master told her to “breathe deep, let the force caress you, surround you. You are nothing, there is only the force.” She swore she was going to take their head and drive it into the ground as hard as she could. Sure it probably wouldn’t actually do anything, but it would certainly make her feel better.
There was also one teensy other problem. See, Finest had had a small tendency of sometimes, well, going out after the gates to the temple closed. It was nothing really, seriously, she just wanted to get away, usually to the lower city, and uhm… sometimes that getting away included alcohol. Look. The entire thing was WAY overblown, sure she might have had one too many drinks one night, and sure, maybe she did toss another patron out a second story window, and maybe she ended up starting a bar fight that ended with two men shot (not by herself) and at least twelve with something broken, but did the Guardians really have to drag her back to the temple like a criminal? By the three hour mark she was practically coherent after all.
It has been one month since that, er, event, and Finest has been trying to toe the line. At least mostly. Admittedly, it is a tad intimidating being dragged in front of a very angry, very tired, council of Jedi masters early in the morning, with a raging hangover still pounding in your head, and your tunic covered in what you sincerely hope are grease stains. She was half convinced some of them were all out for blood the first time, so she certainly isn’t looking for a repeat performance. For now its probably best to keep her head down, not do anything stupid, and hope people manage to forget all about that little fiasco.
That said, as long as you don’t get caught....
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Personality
Sarcastic to a fault, rebellious at the core, and about as thick headed as a lumbering Terrin cow; those were the words of one of her first teachers used to describe her if she remembered right. Admittedly she never did have the best of memories.
Now the man was a twist headed goat, but maybe he was right. At least partially. Those words certainly describe Fin as well as any, but there is a bit more to it then that; at her heart Fin desperately wants to be something more than a hopeless screw up, she wants to be the hero in the story, the kind of person others could look up to, the kind others could be proud of. Sadly, she has never had much of a chance; her family decreed her unworthy from the start, too small to claim back the clan title and too rowdy to be easily shoved to the side. Maybe that rejection gave her a bit of a pessimistic view on the world, maybe it just made her bit the teensy bit adversarial to authority. She just wants to fit in, but it seems everything she does just sets her apart more and more. And the more she drifts the more appealing something like sneaking out after curfew and drinking/gambling/partying away her problems seems.
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Description
Fin stands a measly 5’4 with a body that is more reminiscent of an exceptionally lifelike branch then a person. Her eyes are large, their ashen centers alight and their sockets shallow; Her brows are overbearing; and her button nose is a tad too flared. She has her father’s face. Indeed, without the yellow bar that runs brazenly across the center of her caramel skinned features, one would be hard pressed to place her as her mother’s daughter at all.
Her hair is a deep pitch brown, nearly black in the right light. She wears it in a long tangle of disorganized braids, a tangle that has the annoying tendency to fall across her face in a haphazard mop on the wrong occasion. On one braid, hanging down the left side of her head, lies a short string of beads, the ancient tradition of all initiates and padawans, and something she desperately hopes she will not be stuck with for the rest of her (perhaps short) life.
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Gear
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Scratched up a bit on one side, and bearing a blackened mark across the hilt ( a testament to a failed attempt at deflecting a very real blaster bolt), this small saber blade is by far Fin's most valued possession. When lit, it's crystal blue edge burns steady and true, its sapphire heart roaring with a dull hum.
- Common Initiate Vestment
A light tunic, wool trousers and a heavy pair of boots, what the Jedi lack in style they make up for in complete and utter disregard for human comfort. Too light for a brisk night, and yet still somehow too heavy for the scorching Jedah days, there is not a single part of this garment that doesn't pinch, itch, or other wise inconvenience.
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Quotes
“I got in trouble for drinking -once-. ONCE.”
“Well duh it’s against the rules, that's why we don’t get caught.”
The Holy City
A Quick Note: My character is from the Vos clan, mostly because the qukuuf (Yellow tattoo marking) that she holds is a uniquely vos marking. As my character has practically severed all ties with her family; I assume all clans are quite large; and the clan has likely erased most of her existence in general, I doubt this will ever even come up in rp, but if it is for some reason a large problem, just let me know and I can probably work out some way for her to be from a different clan. I should also note that I have zero plans to make this a larger part of my character or her story, she has, as I said, zero reason or wish to reestablish ties with her clan.[/beebox3]
