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Finest (Fin) Roas

AGE: 17 SPECIES: Kiffar HEIGHT: 5'4" WEIGHT:118lb HAIR: Black EYES: Brown FACTION: Jedi RANK: 1 (Knight)


[color=#]"Oh come on, what's the worst that could happen?"[/color][/FONT]​

Background

Born to the rolling savannas and tropical vistas of Kiffu, Finest was expected to be just that, the “Finest”. The product of nearly 2000 years of pure blood, a history of strong warriors and stronger minds, she was heir to the title of Clan Lord of Clan Roas. She was to be, as her father told her when she was young “My star that will shine over all of Kiffu, and who will unite our clan once more in glory." or "The hero of Clan Roas".

Though some may have grumbled at their infant perspective Clan Lord’s sex, there was no denying her lineage, nor the laws of inheritance. If they needed a leader, it would have to be her. Plus, surely with such breeding, even a -daughter- of the general of The Silver Morning and the lady of the Rulken Islands couldn’t help but be a figure of legend? Right?

She was tested for the sight at the age of five. The disappointment on her father and mother’s face when she returned was answer enough.

At the age of seven she began training with her father in the arts of swordplay. Even without counting her diminutive stature, she failed miserably.

At the age of ten she began her hand at the art of public speaking. She froze up during her first outing.

She was normal. She was ordinary.

Her brother Ezan, her junior by a year and a half, on the other hand, was anything but. Even when he was young he had a natural charm about him, a voice that could captivate crowds and swoon perspective hearts. As if to make matters worse, he had the form and stature to back it up, especially compared to his scrawny twig of an older sis.

As she had her face shoved into Eopie dung by the stable master's son, Ezan showed his first abilities in psychometry. When she manged to nearly feint during a public reception, her brother gained a grudging compliment from her father for a good hit during a practice duel (a not insignificant feat).

Compared to her Ezan was the perfect heir.

Is it any wonder that her parents threw her out the first chance they got? Of course they wouldn't call it that “Throwing her out”, they would say something about their duty to the Republic, or digress about it being for her own good. But Finest couldn't help but have the sneaking suspicion that if it had been Ezan who ended up tossing his dueling partner across the gardens with the force, her parents would have had a much harder time recalling all those archaic legal treatise from over four hundred years ago.

So it was that on her fourteenth name day, instead of celebrating with her family and being given the first marks of a future clan lord, she stood before the council of elders and was read the scrolls of disownment as her parents stood quietly off to the side.

No matter how much they apologized afterwards, or insisted that it had simply been legal formality, the one thing that stuck in her mind was how, when midway through the proceedings she begged her parents to reconsider, they refused to even meet her eyes; to even acknowledge her existence. Indeed the only sign they gave that they had heard her at all, was her father giving the slightest of nods for the reader to continue.

That stung a bit.

But even if there had been some magic words that could make her forget everything about that night, there was one fact that there was no getting around: In her parent’s eyes there was no point in even giving her a chance. They didn't bother to let her try and prove herself, to show that she was more then just a series of unfortunate events. No, first chance they got she was shuffled quietly out the door. To them there was simply no possibility that this disappointment of a daughter could ever amount to anything more then one more mistake.

That stung a lot.

Two days later and she was on a Republic transport shuttle to Tython (or wherever the Jedi are these days).

But then she joined the Jedi order and magically she just suddenly became the perfect acolyte and everyone loved her! That's how these stories usually go, right?

On the first day a man a scar on his cheek, twice her years, and four times her size held her face into the ground with his boot until one of the masters forced him to let her up. On the second it was a twelve year old. Say what she would about her father, at least he held some of his punches. Her fellow initiates weren’t nearly as well inclined, especially when the masters weren't looking. If she didn't stumble back to the initiate dorms with black and purple bruises covering her from foot to forehead it was a good day.

However,maybe she should give her family a bit more credit, because if there was one motivation in the galaxy, it was that there was no way in hell she was going to actually prove her parents right.

A month later she won her first duel (yes it was against an eleven year old, why does that matter). Three months and she was the one to hold the scar faced man's head into the dirt. Five months and she was, by most accounts, near the top of her initiate clan.

She met people, laughed, got her face beaten in at least thrice, made friends. The Jedi became the family she had never really had. She grew out a bit, not a lot, she was still the same human stick as before, but now there was muscle over those bones, perhaps a branch instead of a twig. She even shortened her name to “Fin”.

Most of all though, she worked, studied, and trained.

A weeks ago, when the Jedi council proclaimed her a Knight of the order and severed her initiate braid, it was the happiest day of her life.

So why does she still feel so out of here league?

It seems like everyone else knows what they are doing, that they have something, she doesn’t know what, figured out. On the outside she nods along, putting on a brave face and pretending like she understands, but on the inside she is becoming increasingly more terrified. She is expected to lead men into battle, be a bastion of hope in a time when the galaxy is split by war, but she is seventeen and only kinda understands what being a Jedi really means.

What in the galaxy did she miss?

She thought she had learned everything the masters taught in her year long initiation. She memorized every initiate form; mastered every meditation technique; she even went so far as to learn the Jedi code in it’s entirety. Is there something she forgot?

The Jedi council must know what they are doing. After all they wouldn't have promoted her to Knight if she wasn't ready. She must just be overthinking things…. She is a Jedi Knight, a hero of the republic, not some clueless Padawan!

Right?

Equipment

Nori grape silver beet broccoli kombu beet greens fava bean potato quandong celery. Bunya nuts black-eyed pea prairie turnip leek lentil turnip greens parsnip. Sea lettuce lettuce water chestnut eggplant winter purslane fennel azuki bean earthnut pea sierra leone bologi leek soko chicory celtuce parsley jÃcama salsify.

Celery quandong swiss chard chicory earthnut pea potato. Salsify taro catsear garlic gram celery bitterleaf wattle seed collard greens nori. Grape wattle seed kombu beetroot horseradish carrot squash brussels sprout chard.

List of RPs

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ᴘʀᴏғɪʟᴇ ᴄᴏᴅᴇ ʙʏ: Darasum​

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Clan Roas

Before the confederacy reached it’s grasping fingers into Kiffu; before the Vos clan rose to prominence; and before the Sith imperium forced the Kiffar into a hundred years of slavery; there was Roas, the clan of the star. ​

A History of Blood and Gold

Clan Roas has been at the top for most of recorded history.

Two thousand years ago, their strategic holdings and heralded military might proved adequate leverage to gain them a seat in the first meeting of the clan high lords, a political leverage they would not shy away from using. Within the next hundred years a combination of backstabbing (both literal and figurative), blackmail, and tenuous negotiation, would see Clan Roas’s power increase tenfold. Though their manpower, general production, and trade left much to be desired, by the end of the century the small Kiffar clan seemed to have their hands around the necks of half the important figures on Kiffu.

Then there was the discovery of rich gold and electrum deposits along the Sagay peninsula.

The once politically powerful, but materially weak clan would suddenly find itself quite literally standing on a gold mine, and they would waste little time capitalizing on this new resource. soon Clan Roas would become the single most powerful Clan on all of Kiffu, bar none. They held the reigns to political power as well as the wealth of kings. They wanted for nothing.

But with lavish keeping comes decadence, and with decadence comes decay. In only a couple generations the Roas clan would lose much of its previously infamous web of informants, spies, and proverbial daggers to the other clans throats, increasingly relying on their wealth to stem such losses. At first, this would seem to work. Gold can buy a lot of things, including protection and while the mines chugged on the clan kept ahold of its power with an iron grasp.

However, fifty years ago, the mines finally ran dry and the once iron hand was revealed to be little more than an empty gauntlet.

The Present State

The clan of the star. A fading star now, it’s legacy tromped on by other, newer, rising clans, clan Roas has in recent years been on the downward slide to insignificance. In its prime it held the claim to the greater islands of the rising sea and half the men on all of Kiffu, now only a couple hundred or so families cling to it's rotting carcass.

Already clan Shefe and the southern tribes of clan Esh divvy up Roas’s holdings like vultures picking out the choicest cuts, as they circle far above. In just the last five years, clan Erros has brought up their removal from the greater meetings of the clan high lords four times, and once even managed to push the matter to a vote. Increasingly often, Inlanders of clan Vanet raid the generators and fishing towns about the eastern fringes of Roas territory, raping and pillaging with seemingly little in the way of repercussions.

Whispers of unease stir in the underbellies of Port Meda, the heart of Clan Roas. Taverns and pubs brim with dissent against the current Clan lord Kelles Roas and his wife Quice Roas. Even those that had initially supported the powerful marriage between the daughter of the heiled Matriarch Partha Roas, and the honored general of the silver morning, have since begun to wonder if their faith was we'll placed.

But all is not quite doom and gloom. Ezan Roas, the second born of Kelles and Quice Roas, and their first born son, has proved himself a natural leader even with his comparatively few years. He is strong, charming, capable, and well liked by the people. Indeed, with his sister, the Clan Lord’s firstborn, handily being inducted into a distant order of monks, even the birthright of leadership of the Clan falls on Ezan’s shoulders. Perhaps he will be the hero the Clan needs to restore its once grand fortune.

Symbols and Qukuuf

The Star

The 16 points of Clan Roas’s star symbolize the first sixteen families to join together to form the greater clan. According to legend, those sixteen families would also be the purest bloodlines descended from the first Kiffar on Kiffu (though of course this particular legend is likely mirrored in half the clans on Kiffu).


The Qukuuf

The Roas clan’s Qukuuf is, in almost all circumstances, a golden bar across the face. The exact orientation and length of this mark is usually left up to the parents of the offspring, but four distinct styles are common.

1. The first mark, known as the heroe’s Qukuuf due to its tendency to be given to the greatest figures in Roas history (though this increasingly becomes more of a self fulfilling prophecy), is a short bar falling across, but perpendicular to, the nose.
   
   
2. The second mark is a long horizontal bar that falls across the center of the face. This is the Qukuuf of the current Clan lord Kelles Roas.
   
   
3. The third mark, and most popular mark in all the Roas clan, is a long line that, like the hero’s mark, crosses across the nose perpendicular to the nostrils. However, unlike the Hero's mark, this mark continues across the cheeks and ends underneath the Kiffar’s ears.
   
   
4. The final mark is a slash of gold that runs from the bottom of one jaw to the top of the forehead of the opposing side. In recent years this last mark has begun to lose favor, being seen as “ugly” and “unflattering" by the more powerful families.

ᴘʀᴏғɪʟᴇ ᴄᴏᴅᴇ ʙʏ: Darasum​

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