Council Member: "How did you discover your Force sensitivity?"
Tol Vas: "I think i always knew, somewhere in the back of my head. In school i was always smart, gifted even. I ended up going into medical school to become a Doctor. Now i am ashamed to say that at the time it was for the money, or maybe the fame. Probably both. Once i started treating people though, I started to be able to see things a different way. Literally and figuratively. I stopped doing it for the money and i started getting these feelings... like... I knew what was wrong with people or how to make them better even before treating them. I ended up leaving the hospital and joined (whatever the Star Wars equivalent of Galactic Doctors Without Borders is). We were helping people in the closing days of a war. It was low risk, or was supposed to be low risk. When i lost my arm, one of the other doctors said i stopped myself from bleeding out through sheer force of will. I don't remember it, but afterwards its like something that was asleep inside me is awake now. I don't just know how to make people better ... I CAN make people better. It still doesn't make a lot of sense to me, so it's hard to put into words sometimes."
CM: "Can you describe a moment of tragedy or horror that still haunts you, and a moment where you demonstrated strength despite adversity?"
TV: "I think they are the same moment." Tol Vas raises his right arm which ends in a metal capped stump just above where his elbow should be. "Kind of an obvious choice, right? I don't remember a lot about the actual incident, just fragments and what I've been told. We were at camp and the last thing i remember was having a late lunch and then going to check on the patients. There was gunfire. Not blaster fire, these were slug rifles. The locals hadn't perfected energy weapons, so much of their battles were still fought using slug weapons. Have you ever seen what slug weapons do to a body? Not that i would wish a blaster beam on anyone either, but slugs ... they don't cauterize, leaving the wound open to infection. They aren't energy, they are solid, they bounce off bone, follow the path of least resistance and end up leaving fragments behind or getting lost inside someone. Trying to find a slug inside someone when you're on the rim without scanner equipment ... its a nightmare. Sorry, I'm getting carried away. Right, there was gunfire and the next thing i know a grenade lands next to me. I don't remember the rest but I've been told i turned a table over for cover. I guess i wasn't fast enough, it took my good arm. After that apparently i went about checking and treating patients in the chaos with one good left arm and a bloody stump for a right arm. I like to think i said something cool like in the holo-films, like 'Come on arm, we don't have time to bleed.' hahaha, but that's just wishful thinking. I know i was in shock and anything that came out of my mouth probably didn't make a lick of sense. Anyway, that's most of it. For something i don't remember, i sure have a lot of nightmares about it, and its definitely made things difficult having to use only my left arm, but i make do. I'm saving up for a prosthetic.
CM: "How did you hear about the New Jedi Order?"
TV: "One of my fellow Doctors in the camp. She was the one who saw me 'Will my arm to stop bleeding.' Said parts of it even knit its self back together. She is ...or was...i don't know, a part of your order. She recognized my talent for what it was. She was the one who patched me up and got me to a hospital where they fixed me up properly. She pointed me in your direction, so after my surgeries and some rehabilitation, i came here."
CM: "I see on your application you listed ("Name" Not sure if you want me to make it up myself or work something out with you if i am accepted) as your emergency contact."
TV: "Yes, she is the one who found me after i lost my arm, patched me up and got me to a hospital. I have a feeling that she saved my life. Something tells me that i wouldn't have been able to hold my arm together for long. We worked together quite a few times during my time with (Galactic Doctors Without Borders).
In a Galaxy where simply being a force user can be a death sentence, the characters primary concern is survival. He is willing to do what it takes to live another day.
The character shows mercy towards his foes, dealing with them fairly and honorably. He can spare the defenseless, will help a helpless enemy, and generally does not abuse a position of power.
There is a fine line between showing mercy to ones foes and letting evil fester because one does not want to engage with it. The character may let bad things happen simply because it is too hard to deal with it.