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- B I O G R A P H Y
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A streetwise kid from Llanic, Killian's days revolved around certain skills and hardships. Just another orphan of the Burning of Firrerre, he was forced to work hard to survive from a young age. He was good at what he did, unknowingly guided by the Force, even learning specific ways of using it without quite understanding it. His life was rough, be he was alive.
Such it was until one day while cruising crowds and picking pockets, he tried to finger something off a robed Duros that no one else seemed to notice even existed. Killian was caught by the being. Surprisingly, they were sympathetic.
Covered in bandages and rags, Killian was a pitiable sight in the eyes of Tedimor Hal. They revealed themselves as Jedi and saw the spark of the Force in the young boy and decided to offer him another life. One where he could escape this place and perhaps help others like him, away from the corrupt government and greedy corporations that ground others beneath their boots for just a few credits/crowns more. Away from street razor gangs and his adopted family he refused to talk about.
Killian didn't even hesitate to leave it all behind.
He arrived at the temple with a chip on his shoulder and a fiery, defiant attitude that proved troublesome for teachers and fellow students both. Still, he learned the ways of the Force and the Jedi quickly. He was obstinate, and stubborn, and carried himself like he was ten feet tall. Above all, he was adventurous and brave, quick with insult or praise, anger or joy, and always with smiles and laughter. He leapt to speak up for others who he felt were treated unfairly, whether they were friends or not.
When the Empire came to Yavin, he was just as brave then as he'd always been. The Imperial forces were ordered not to target younglings. Not all of them followed those orders. Despite his age and Padawan status, Killian stood between a Sith and the children behind him. A fallen Knight's lightsaber shook in his hands, stance stuff, breath quickening. Chin raised, gaze defiant, mouth a-snarl.
Blades clashed while the children ran for the ships. When it was over, only Killian walked away, badly injured. He left on the Jedi escape ship and spoke to no one until he was called to the council.
Some years later, his actions were a defining factor in his promotion to Knighthood despite his young age. Although unorthodox, mouthy, and largely irreverent, Killian was a good young man who tried his best to help others however he could. The Council still remembered similar others who came before him.
Now a Jedi Knight, Killian travels freely to find those he could help the same he'd been helped years before.
[Subject to retcon if and when I feel like it]
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A streetwise kid from Llanic, Killian's days revolved around certain skills and hardships. Just another orphan of the Burning of Firrerre, he was forced to work hard to survive from a young age. He was good at what he did, unknowingly guided by the Force, even learning specific ways of using it without quite understanding it. His life was rough, be he was alive.
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Trained in the Jedi Arts.
Although trained and skilled in the traditional Jedi use of a lightsaber, Killian greatest talent has always seemed to be the more unusual and esoteric techniques in the Force itself. A largely self-taught user of sign-casting.
Sneaky and skilled with sleight of hand, when he feels like it.
Fully aware of his stature's disadvantages in close combat and, equally, fully willing and able to scrap if someone gets in his face.
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Firrerreon racial traits. Strong for his size and build, has quick reflexes, and recovers well from injury.
Killian moves quickly and boldly in all aspects of his life. Quick to laugh, to cry, to snap insults or offer enthusiastic and genuine praise whenever he feels appropriate. He dresses and acts however he likes in heedless of tradition or cultural norms, charging forward. He was granted his freedom, and he's damn well gonna use it how he wants.
He's got jokes. So many jokes.
Can get really damn owing to singing metal and rock.
Not the least bit daunted by his short stature, Killian carries himself with fiery confidence and an air of utter self-assurance. Insults thrown his way are returned in kind and laughed at with rolling eyes.
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Sports, exercise, fashion, food, humor, dancing, gaming
Organizing protests and acts of civil disobedience
Metal and rock music, singing
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- Electric guitar
- Snacks
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- NalPhone, cranberry
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