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Maxim Frey
AGE
► 35
SPECIES
► Human
HEIGHT
► 1.87 M
WEIGHT
► 90.7 kg
EYE COLOR
► blue
HAIR COLOR
► blond
HOMEWORLD
► Chandrila
GENDER
► Male
FACTION
► Jedi Order
RANK
► Knight
FORCE SENSITIVITY
► Yes
PADAWAN
► No
BIOGRAPHY
But he tampered his ambition with compassion, spending long hours among those less fortunate. He counseled, he guided, he helped, he dedicated his time and his efforts towards making their lives better. With the promise of certain political favors and the backing of his father he started a reform movement in order to bring stability to those who had been pushed to the edges of society.
But outside of his highly publicized life, Maxim Frey hid a secret. No one outside of his family and servants knew it, and all of them kept it close in order to avoid the ramifications that would come with it. The boy did not know that when he moved things with a wave of his hand, or avoided things that could hurt him by a twinge of the mind, he was marking himself for something larger than he ever could have imagined. He had been told stories of the Jedi and their exploits in ages past, and of the nascent Jedi Order that had rebuilt itself after the fall of the Empire and First Order but he never could have imagined that one day he would join them.
When he left for university on Coruscant Maxim was on his own for the first time in his life. Finally no one knew who he was, there were no guards, no security, no family, just weekly holonet calls with his parents. He was free. And this freedom let his hidden abilities blossom more than they had ever been allowed to at home. Maxim took advantage of this, and used them for selfish reasons. There was no girl he could not seduce, no sport he could not dominate in, and no surprise that could take him unawares. By the time his third year came around Maxim was the king of campus, but it was all about to come crashing down.
On a night out with his friends, Maxim ended up in the middle of a standoff between his friends and a group of street thugs who saw the well dressed university students as easy prey. A knife flashed, Maxim's hand waved, and the blade ended up buried in the thug who had threatened to use it. The thugs scattered while his friends stared in shock. Maxim leapt to action, calling in for trauma services and putting pressure on the wound until the medics arrived. They took the thug away and Maxim thought that was the end of it. But it was not over.
The next week a knock sounded at his door, and when he opened it he was surpsised to find not the young woman he had invited over, but a dour looking Twi'lek in brown robes, a curious cylinder hanging from his belt. "You've caused quite a stir here young man." The voice was gravely, deep, and authoritative." Maxim stared at him, his mouth slightly agape. "And you are?" "Jow'Kekiz, a Knight of the Jedi Order. And I would like to offer you an opportunity." Maxim cocked an eyebrow quizzically. "You've been able to move things with your mind for a long time haven't you?" Maxim could only nod. Jow'Kekiz nodded slowly back. "I would like you to come with me. There is much I could teach you." Maxim coughed involuntarily and tried to cover it and his surprise at the same time. "What are you talking about?" The Twi'lek smiled for the first time. "You can use the Force, young Frey. And I can teach you how to wield it for the good of others. I can teach you to be a Jedi."
***
The next ten years passed in a blur. Maxim left University and joined Jow'Kekiz on his adventures across the galaxy. As they traveled the young man tempered his baser urges and the selfishness that had taken root once he was on his own, and brought him back slowly to the man he had been before leaving Chandrila. His parents were upset of course, all their secrets and machinations has come to naught, and now their boy was outside of the safe life they had planned for him. But eventually they realized the honor that had been given to their son and slowly but surely the pride in their hearts grew to a level that they hadn't known possible. His older brother was jealous, stuck in his life of meetings and senate hearings, but Maxim knew that Killian had a smug smile on his face whenever he got to bring it up.
Maxim took to his training with a passion, devouring every scrap of knowledge that was given to him and then asking for more. His original training saber felt like it had always belonged in his hand, and the time he spent on building his own was his own masterpiece. Perfectly balanced, smooth and cool in his hand, made of a small cylinder of silver that was a family heirloom on his mother's side. The blade was an oddity, guided through the force during placement and glowed with an inner silver fire that traveled up and down the blade with a coruscating fire that lit up the darkest of nights.
On their last mission together Maxim and Jow'Kekiz were dispatched on a diplomatic mission to Ryloth where two groups of Ryll miners were in dispute with their unions. They were threatening violence if they didn't get their demands and the Order thought that a Twi'lek would be able to bring together the disparate philosophies under the shared history of their species. This was not to be. The miners escalated their timetable, and before the Jedi could even sit down with the two groups a bomb was set off in the tunnels, causing a cave in that buried over 1000 workers in the black of the tunnels. One of the groups blamed the Jedi, blaming them by saying that they were only there to punish the workers who were causing the work stop. Their access was cut off to their ship and they were forced to go on the run through the dark tunnels of Ryloth.
6 standard galactic days they ran. 6 days they tried to keep ahead of the angry crowds that bayed at their heels. Commlinks jammed, cut off from anything and everyone friendly, they ran as if the hounds of legend were after them. One night as they lay hidden in an alcove off the main tunnels the two Jedi sat close to each other and listened to the searchers. Maxim's face was tired, his eyes heavy and feeling like they were filled with sand. He turned to his old friend and a contented look washed over him. "Well, master, I think this might be the end." Jow'Kekiz nodded slowly. "I think it might be. But we've at least had a good run." Maxim did everything he could to stifle a laugh. "Hopefully we won't ever have a run like this one again." The two friends laughed together as quietly as they could, and it eventually turned into the two of them crying as they faught to keep it away from the persistent Twi'leks outside.
When they had finally stopped, Jow'Kekiz wiped his eyes and a serious look came over his face. "If this our end, Max, we will die as brothers. This is something I should have done years ago, but I didn't want to see you go off on your own adventures and leave me behind. The trials have ended, and you have taken to them like a gundark to water. You are a knight in all but name, and it is time you had that." He pushed himself to his feet, and placed his hands on Maxim's shoulders. "I, as a Knight of the Jedi Order, do bestow upon you my apprentice, the rank and title of Jedi Knight. You may now take your own apprentice, negotiate in the good faith of our order, and keep peace and order in the galaxy as the needs dictate." Maxim bowed his head at the knighting, and then rose to his feet to stand beside his former master. "Well, I don't want to have you do that and not make it out of here. We can't be that far from the next city. I vote we keep going." An exhausted nod met these words, and the two Jedi Knights took up their lightsabers, drew upon the Force, and made their way back to the tunnels. What happened over the next two weeks is spoken of in hushed whispers at the academy, but the truth is locked away between the only two men who were there.
***
For the last 4 years, Maxim has traveled the galaxy as a representative of the Jedi, going where he is needed. He has been in the outer rim for quite some time, but the Force has called him home. He knows not why he was called back to the galaxy at large but he is ready to answer the needs of those who cry for help.
Personality
An easy smile that extends to his eyes greets all he meets outside of combat, framed by his well trimmed beard. His hearty laugh can be heard echoing throughout the halls of any building he's in when he finds a joke particularly humorous. He's alwasy ready to disarm a situation with a bad pun or joke. To some this can be seen as quite unlike the Jedi, while those who know him find it charming and affable.
With an easy charm and a good sense of humor, Maxim has never found it hard to make friends. He boasts a large number of them throughout the galaxy, from senators to street urchins. This provides him with a large intelligence network where all it takes to learn some vital shred of info is the right question framed the right way to the right person.
But to those who would exploit those who they consider lesser Maxim is their worst nightmare. Ever since he was a teenager he has not been able to turn away from those who truly need him. A hard tint comes to his eyes, and his muscles grow taut and ready. This Maxim forgoes the jokes, the good humor, the easy smile, and becomes a harbinger of fear. The silver blade ignites and brings the justice that is deserved.
Skills
Maxim is a well trained Jedi Knight, highly capable in the Force. Although he does not use it for mundane tasks he is just as skilled as his fellow practioners. He was blessed with the rare skill of psychometry, allowing him to see past events or feelings by touching an object associated with them. It even allows him to gain new skills when the emotion is particularly strong. He has always struggled with Force persuasion, an oddity for one that falls so naturally into the diplomat role.
Maxim has trained prodigiously in Form II and Form III, allowing him to defend himself against a blaster or a lightsaber with equal ease. He rarely strikes in offense, but prefers to let his opponent tire themselves out or run out of ammo so that he can disarm and take them alive. It is a rarity among warriors, but defensive styles allow a warrior to finish a battle on his terms.
Equipment
+ Equipment Belt
+ Jedi Robes
Roleplays
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