Noah Pompero

[Maxx]

Noah Pompero

AGE

► 27​

SPECIES

► Human​

HEIGHT

► 5' 11"​

WEIGHT

► 173 lbs​

EYE COLOR

► White (blind)​

HAIR COLOR

► White​

HOMEWORLD

► Alderaan​

GENDER

► Male​

FACTION

► N/A​

RANK

► N/A​

MENTAL STATE

► Depression
► PTSD​

FORCE SENSITIVITY

► Positive, but limited*
*Limited to Sense due to mental state​

BIOGRAPHY

[beebox3=500px]Darkness. That was all he saw. Darkness. That was what he felt all around him on this backwater world. He spent most of his days wandering the streets of that backwater world with a bottle in his hand. He had once been a proud warrior, fighting in some of the largest conflicts that had engulfed the galaxy five years prior. He had been a member of the Jedi Order, fighting against the Sith Brotherhood that had threatened to swallow the galaxy. That had all changed on one mission with his master into enemy territory. There had been a mole, the Sith knew they were coming and laid a trap. His master had sensed it too late, and their ship exploded above the waters of the planet they had been sent to. His master had been granted the mercy of death. Him, however? His broken body was cast into the ocean, shrapnel robbing him of his sight. He washed up on a beach sometime later, unconscious, but alive. Some villagers that found him were kind enough to give him shelter as his body healed, although they could do nothing for his sight.

His connection to the Force helped him heal and he could still sense the danger he faced by being on the planet, but a mental block prevented him from truly channeling the Force. The loss of his master and his blindness had robbed him of confidence, and the time he had alone with his thoughts had drained him of his belief in the order that he had devoted his life to. The Jedi were never supposed to be warriors. They were not meant to lead armies. They were guardians of peace, not generals in the conflict that raged across the galaxy.

When he was strong enough, the villagers who had helped nurse him to health gave him enough money to leave the world behind. He had never asked him about his lightsaber. As far as he knew, they might have taken it from his body that day he had washed up, or perhaps it was sitting on the ocean floor. Either way, he didn't much care about it. He left that forsaken planet behind and didn't look back. He became a wanderer among the stars, taking up odd jobs wherever he ended up. He paid attention to the news networks and heard about the failure that had become the Republic war effort. The Republic dissolved, the Sith Empire and Mandalorian Dominion rose, and Tython was destroyed. His heart fell at that last bit of news. He was disillusioned with the Jedi, but he had still had friends on Tython. He could only hope they weren't stationed there when the blast hit. With the Sith Empire spreading across what was once Republic Space, he moved when he caught wind of Sith forces moving in his direction.

Now here he was on the backwater planet, drowning his miseries in the cheap alcohol the bartender served him. The bar's clients generally knew to keep clear of him. They didn't know how, despite the loss of his sight, he was able to seemingly know everything that was going on around him.[/beebox3]

1. That Drunk, Glum, Blind Kid ― Apparently people can just walk in and kill your characters in a social thread. ― • Bullshit