Planned Jedi Character (feedback welcome)

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Finest (Fin) Roas

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AGE: 16 SPECIES: Kiffar HEIGHT: 5'4" WEIGHT:118lb HAIR: Black EYES: Brown FACTION: Jedi RANK: 1 (Knight)


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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.”

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 Finest began training/failing at learning the ways of the spear and the sword, Ezan showed his first abilities in psychometry. When she nearly fainted before a crowd, he gained a grudging compliment from her father for a good hit during a practice duel (a not insignificant feat).

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. To them there was simply no possibility that this disappointment of a daughter could ever amount to hero they needed.

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.

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, 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 sixteen and only kinda understands what being a Jedi really means.

What in the galaxy did she miss?

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

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?



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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.


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