Star Wars: Lost Tales
The Enigma, The Swordsman, and the Hidden Prophet
Medium, Kel Dor Jedi, Level 3, Male, 5’11", 150 Lbs, Amber coloured skin.
Force Points 7
Languages Basic & Kel Dor
Defenses REF 18, WILL 18, FORT 13
HP 42 Threshold 13
Speed 6 Squares
Base Attack 3
Abilities STR 9, DEX 19, CON 9, INT 13, WIS 18, CHA 12
Talents Deflect, Block
Force Powers Move Object, Mind Trick, Force Slam, Draw Closer (Lightsaber Technique), Pushing Slash (Lightsaber Technique)
Feats Weapon Proficiency (Lightsaber, Simple Weapons), Weapon Finesse, Force Sensitivity, Force Training, Weapon Focus (Lightsaber)
Skills Acrobatics +10, Climb 0, Deception +2, Endurance 0, Gather Info +2, Initiative +5, Jump 0, Mechanics +2, Perception +10, Persuasion +2, Pilot +5, Ride +5, Stealth +5, Survival +5, Swim 0, Treat Injury +5, Use Computer +2, Use The Force +10
In a time such as this, one builds themselves with deception. What defines you as an individual in times of strife is what you hide from others. Society is a masked ball, where every one hides his real character behind a pleasantly hostile smile and the lump of a hidden holstered blaster. And those smiles and blasters usually point my way solely because of what I am.
So, I choose not to be who I am.
I am nobody.
I have no history. History leads to experiences which lead to individuality which leads to death. So, I am nobody. I have been a protesting nobody since the day my history was devoured alive by those who wish me harm. I survived, but the galaxy still has not been satisfied.
So, I run. I hide. I bury myself under layers woven to obscure my true self from all. I have trained myself in every way to not be noticed. Forced myself to hone my individual talents in private, where no one can see me and pass hard judgment. Forced myself to be obscure and to ensure my obscurity at all cost. Nothing, and no person, will rob me of my restricting, smothering, obscurity.
But, sometimes, individuality has a way of breaking through the barrier, taking a big gulp of air, and showing those foolish enough to pass judgment how much individuality there can be.
And there’s a lot of individuality.
And individuality can pack a mean punch.