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[Pichu Luver]

Name: Laylan Burgundi
Age: 67
Sex: F
Race: Sephi/Human
Personality: If it weren't that she didn't say much except to her few friends, and they are used to her, she'd probably be in many duels. She is extremely sarcastic, and she says it is from her many years as a smuggler and needing to be taken seriously (and at first she wasn't because of her appearance). For her friends or those she has taken under her protection she is a steadfast ally and despite her abrasive personality, she has a very high moral code. She often foists it on Skyess if she is getting too ruthless in her actions. She helps those she can and in her days of running goods she tried to take the jobs that involved helping desperate people. However, she often understates things such that if she says 'there is a minor problem with the engine' she is probably holding it together with the Force and you should land ASAP or risk explosion. She is not a leader however; she is a follower and knows this. She was never the captain of the crews she was with; she was more often as not, the mechanic. If she enjoys anything, it is working on ships and getting the most out of what she has to work with. Oddly enough, she is very good with children and has all the patience in the world for them. She will often tell them stories of her days as a smuggler where as anyone else would rarely, if ever, hear anything about her past. Part of the reason she took in Skyess was she loves kids and can't say no to helping them.
Appearance: If Laylan was not a Jedi and have an attitude so sarcastic that even mercenaries look askance at her, she'd probably be hopping in and out of many a bed. Tall and lithe, it she looks like a good breeze could blow her away. She stands about 5'10 and she walks so silently that most Jedi have to use the Force to know she has entered a room. She has long, pin straight, very light blond hair, it is almost white but has enough colour to give it a pale gold sheen. When she lets it down it touches the back of her thighs. Most of the time she confines it to a set of elaborate but tiny braids wrapped around a bun at the nap of her neck with two long bangs that drape beside her face. Her eyes are a steel-blue colour that many think matches perfectly with her personality. Her ears taper to a point and she has many, small flowing tattoos on her body. The most obvious one is under her right eye. It follows the curve of her eye before swirling into a ball with two small flecks beside the curve under her eye. Her appearance is deceiving however as she is very tough and can take quite a beating before she will go down. She is very athletic and is continually practicing her form and improving her technique in Shien.
Her robes consist of a tan tunic that she tucks into her utility belt and it has light brown shoulder pads and cuffs. She has a brown half-cloak over that that stops about mid calf. Her pants are again brown and loose so to also her to move easily. Her boats are dark brown leather that has places to store small items along the edges.
Rank: Knight
Lightsaber Style: Single Blade (tapered)
Blade Color: Viridian
Mastered Form of Lightsaber Combat: Shien
History: She was born on the Sephi home planet and raised well in a rather wealthy home until the Jedi's found her to be sensitive to the Force. Her mother was the human and she was rather upset to have her child leave bu her husband convinced her it was right. She trained well and was quickly chosen by a Knight. However she had only been training with him for about a year with him when he was killed by a dark jedi. She got away by hiding in the ship and sneaking off. She did not know where she was or what to do so she joined a ship. A rather crappy spice runner but by the time they were captured it was pretty decent. She avoided capture with her limited Force abilities. Over time she upgraded to better crews and joined a smuggling ring run by a Hutt called Dagoba. His ring had been around for centuries and most people didn't even realize they were getting their tech from him, as he was quite discrete. 'Dago's Tech' was his front and he ran many successful stores on many planets. He primarily ran technologies and spice so she was pretty happy to work for him. She joined whatever crew she was needed on and that's the way things ran (with no few 'interesting' stories) until she met the little stowaway Skyess. She took her in and Dagoba thankfully had no problems with it (probably hoping to get another great mechanic out of it) and they were together for five years until they got into a rather sticky mess. A run had gone badly in which Laylan almost died (and was taken for dead by her kidnappers) and Skyess was stolen. Laylan was devastated and got even more snarky until they met up again when she was found by Master Vandar. She finally completed her training and is now ready to go out.
Other: She has a long endurance for battle but after it is over, if has been a long fight, she will simply collapse where she stands. She literally keeps going at top speed until she falls over. Running does count as 'battle' because running away to fight again is something she heartily embraces. Her attitude annoys what's left of the Jedi order but her high moral code balances this out for them.
Also, Sephi live for centuries so while being 67, she looks to be in her twenties.

[Mystic_clown]

Name: Braig O’Malley
Age: 20
Sex: Male
Race: Human
Personality: From a first meeting, you’d see Braig as a laid back, cocky, if not slightly arrogant, trickster who knows how to take advantage of a situation. A smooth talker and sometimes sarcastic, he has a sort of charismatic, boyish charm. However, underneath his cool calm exterior lies his distrust to others. Due to incidences in his past, he finds it difficult to grow close to someone and believes that making friends and relying on others will eventually screw you over in the end.
Appearance: Standing at 6 foot with a lean, yet well toned build. He has platinum blonde hair, partially covering the right side of his face, and while his right eye is covered with a crimson bandana, the other is a deep copper. His face has a youthful, roguish charm to it, despite the bandana covering his eye. For clothing, Braig wears a black, turtleneck undershirt, a crimson jacket over it, matching his bandana, cream coloured pants, black boots and brown, fingerless gloves.
Occupation: Smuggler
Weapon: duel Westar-34s, light and easy to use in a gun-fight.
History: Born to a pair of refugees on Nar Shaddaa, Braig spent most of his younger years in the Refugee Sector, watching the Exchange (and when they crumbled, the next big crime syndicate) enforcers make their lives a living heck. At the age of 16, he was given the opportunity to join them was became a member of a team of smugglers working for the syndicate. They became like a family to him as they smuggled weapons, spice, wildlife and even slaves across the galaxy.

However, his make-shift family would crumble. On a job to smuggle some Bomas from Onderon to the crumbling restoration project on Telos. One of their own, who Braig considered to be his brother, had reported them into the Onderon authorities (even to this day, Braig has no idea why he did it). There was a gunfight on their ship and the Bomas broke loose in the resulting chaos. Braig saw members of his ‘family’ being killed before sustaining injury in his right eye, blinding it. Much to his horror, the surviving members of his group fled, leaving him for dead, and even though he managed to escape the conflict, he was left a bitter man. He didn’t bother to return to the syndicate, though since they believed him to be dead, that didn’t cause any problems. He struck out on his own, refusing the accept help from others, believing he’ll just be betrayed again. He’s managed to be quite successful.
Other: He speaks with a slight, cockneyed drawl, only adding to his roguish charm.

[Samchu]

Name: Lyreth Kafir
Age: 18
Sex: Female
Race: HumanPersonality: Her personality is the reason for her style of combat. Lyreth loves to be in the thick of things, especially fighting. She’ll take on any challenge anywhere and She HATES to lose, making her a difficult opponent. Rigorous training has helped her to calm her mind and although She is rash to accept the prospect of battle, once involved she is very thoughtful and calculated in her movements. That is, unless she’s losing. If she thinks she’s in trouble she tends to ignore her mind and follow her instincts and emotions. As long as a balance between the two is maintained, then she often prevails, but as She has learnt on more than one occasion, letting her emotions get the better of her can often lead to failure. It’s a lesson She still hasn’t fully learned yet. That aside, Lyreth has a love of life. She is fascinated by the worlds beyond Manaan as well as the unique species each one has to offer. She is never one to sit back and watch and learns best from doing. It is a characteristic that has lead to many mistakes in the past but one that has resulted in a greater understanding of both herself and the force. Her connection with the Force isn’t as strong as many of the others She has trained with but She has learned to make the best of what She has and to strengthen it far beyond her master’s expectations. Her weakness is her enthusiasm. She is proud of what little ability she has and so uses often – even when it is unnecessary to do so. It makes her stronger but is considered ‘wasteful’ by her teacher.
Appearance: Lyreth acquired many of her mother’s attributes. She has short raven hair cut into a ponytail that ends halfway down her neck and her eyes are a soft shade of pale green. She also has her mother’s build, a tall slender body with the right amount of muscle to make her athletic. In total, she stands at 5’10, taller than the average woman but no giant. She prefers wearing jedi robes because they conceal her figure (and she hates to show it off) but on occasion will wear ‘normal’ clothes, though these will always consist of something baggy and usually dark in colour.
Rank: Knight
Lightsaber Style: 2 Single BladeBlade Color: Purple
Mastered Form of Lightsaber Combat: Ataru
History: Lyreth was born on Nar Shaddaa, to a man firmly placed high within the ranks of the Exchange. She never knew her mother but never had time to care as She was too busy enjoying the life Her father’s position presented her with. Lyreth learnt everything She needed to know from her father. Basically; how to think fast, dodge death, and above all things, never, ever, lose. The streets of Nar Shaddaa were Lyreth’s playground and the beauty of it all was that the Exchange’s control of the city, left her practically untouchable. She ran with various crowds, picking fights with whoever happened to be unlucky enough to be near them at the time. It all changed in a Heartbeat. When She was seven, Lyreth made Her way home from yet another successful gang war. Nothing was different. She was a little beaten and a little bloodied but living on Nar Shaddaa made you an outcast if you weren’t scarred or deformed somewhere. So She was surprised when Her father took one look at her, scrunched up Her face in anger and dragged her inside whilst cursing her for being out so long. Lyreth was confused, the word “curfew” had never existed before that night.
She was presented to a tall and attractive woman with raven hair and the softest eyes She had ever seen. Lyreth knew that She would never forget the first time She saw Her mother. Especially because, it was going to be Her last. An hour later the house was raided by masked men armed with guns. Lyreth was tucked into a secret room and handed a lightsaber by Her mother with the promise that She should keep it with her no matter what. Maybe she thought she could hide who she was that way. But it didn’t work. Lyreth’s parents were murdered and their house burned to ashes. Lyreth escaped through an underground hatch built into the secret room and found sanctuary in one of the city’s many abandoned buildings. She mourned Her parents. Went to sleep. Then got up the next morning and got on with Her life.
Lyreth had learned about survival and she wasn’t about to waste the sacrifice of Her parents. She stuck to the shadows, moving quickly about the city and stealing only what she needed in order to avoid drawing attention to herself. At night She tried to teach herself how to use what Her mother had left for her and quickly grasped the simple basics. Being a master wasn’t on the agenda. Not being killed was.
Then one day, Lyreth made a mistake that would change Her life forever. She tried to rob a seemingly helpless old man who somehow managed to catch her in the act. Panicked, Lyreth pulled out her lightsaber and threatened her captor. Her attempt to frighten her captor failed and he simply stared at her. The man turned out to be Master Vander, who offered Lyreth the chance of a better life. An offer she hastily accepted. She was taken to Manaan with another girl of a similar age though their sometimes strained relationship didn’t develop until much later in life.
Vander was eventually able to convince Lyreth to build her own lightsaber and its the one she always uses. She keeps her mother’s with her but never uses it, preferring to have it more as a keepsake than an actual weapon.
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