For as long as I can remember I wanted to work with machines. They're fascinating, and honestly, they've always kind of "spoken" to me, I was always told to keep quiet about that part, it's not "normal" (read acceptable) to say things like that.

Imagine everyone's surprise when a Jedi Knight who was passing through announced that they wanted to me to come with them to train as a Padawan, that I was Force sensitive. It explained so much of my "aberrant" behavior- machines speaking to me so I could fix things I had no business knowing how to fix.

Mechanics was not meant to be one of my assigned duties. Then again, neither was dealing with Humans and other outsiders. There was talk for time of me being a warrior. That's fine for one like Gem. I've always told her I prefer my machines. To which she is quick to remind me that most weapons are actually machines of a kind.

I owe many thanks to Gem for teaching me Basic and at least some Human-like mannerisms on sly. Normally that's reserved for those that are being trained to deal with outsiders. Then there's the seemingly being able to move objects just by thinking about it.

Some people think it's a great honor to be taken to be a Padawan, to learn to be a Jedi. And I think it can be. It's certainly been exciting, getting to travel the galaxy, perhaps even going to be able to help explore new areas of the galaxy, new hyperspace routes.

I also have to wonder how much of my immediate family's apparent acceptance, encouragement even, for me to follow this path was just them trying to get rid of the "weird" child. Not seemly to have a daughter of the Overden doing and saying these strange things you know. No, mustn't think like that. Not the Jedi way to be bitter like that. But lying is also like unto murder among my people, and it would be a lie to say that I do not sometimes feel this way.

Discovery- here's the thing: experiencing things no one else you know has is not necessarily hard when you're a Selonian. You might be aware, most of us don't leave Selonia often, if at all.

One of my closest friends growing up was one of the few I knew who had left and come back. The stories they would tell. They gave me hope, to be honest. Hope that maybe I didn't have to be the outcast of sorts.

Outcast isn't the best word, since being cast out of the den is it's own whole thing. That wasn't the case with me, but I definitely did not fit in. Gem's stories of the wider galaxy started me dreaming of being like her. Being one of the few to go out in to the galaxy and bring back stories to inspire others to their own mild rebellion against "the way things are".

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Mercy- Cannot help but give others a second chance, Never strikes first, provides every opportunity for a foe to back down

Naivete- Foes take advantage of the character's generosity, trying their patience as they try to get away with as much as they can. The PC's inability to identify false contrition sometimes lets crafty villains off the hook.

1.9 meters (6'2")
black fur- though these days often sunfaded to almost look brown in places- the Queen would not approve
11 years old
A somewhat unusual sort of Jedi robe- have you ever tried to wear robes with a half meter long tail?