Order 66 survivor and former Inquisitor.

Original Jedi name- Feris Olek

Inquisitor name- The Ninth Brother: Lord Malvis


As a Jedi I was trained by Plo Koon. One of the wisest masters in the order. I will never forget the day the clones attacked. Me and my master were on a mission. The Jedi were sent out across the galaxy on separate missions. We were spread thin I'll never forget the feeling of dread when I saw the clones turn and shoot down my master. My clone battalion shortly after started firing on me. Fortunately an explosion from a droid attack blew back my attackers. One clone was left alive hit in the head really hard, but he didn't kill me it was Commander Wolfe Plo's second in command behind me of course. It's as if he was the only one aware of the situation. If it wasn't for him I may not have been here today. We then hid until the coast was clear and stole a ship to the outer rim. We ended up parting ways as to not put Wolfe in danger. It did not take long before the one called Vader found me. He saw something in me. I could see it through his helmet he told me I had much power. Instead of killing me I was brought back to Coruscant. There I was trained with the 8th sister. She taught me a lot. But the Inquisitor life never felt right to me. Endless slaughter of the innocent. But the dark side made me stronger. I was trained in combat rivaled to no other. After years of serving as an Inquisitor I decided that this wasn't the way. The Force is out of balance. My entire time as an Inquisitor my old master always came back to me. What would master Plo think of this? The Jedi were so peaceful. The Empire, the Sith, it's cold and malicious. I informed the 8th sister I couldn't go on like this. The force sent me a vision of a New Hope. Someone to bring back balance to the galaxy. Our Emperor was going to fail. I explained the situation to the 8th sister. She thought I was treasonous. I was the start pupil one of if not the mist gifted one among the Inquisitors. She told me if I didn't straighten out she would have to kill me. When she said this I sensed she hated the idea and didn't want to. A vision came to me later that night. I saw hope, happiness, and the destruction of the Empire we know. "The Empire is doomed to fail a New Hope will emerge" as I hear my former masters voice. It was at this time I knew the Empire was doomed to fail. So I defected. But not without it's consequences. My best friend the 8th sister didn't understand why I was doing this. She hunted me down, we fought, as we locked blades I saw the pain in her eyes. She then knocked me to the ground, my lightsaber switches off as it falls to the ground. I knew she knew she had to kill me, I was too dangerous to be left alive. However in her attempt to strike me she hesitates, I saw my opening and took it. I forced pushed her away and ran. Ran as quickly as I could. I don't even remember what happened since then it's as if an essence took over like the force was guiding my every move. I lost my lightsaber that day. Now I wander the outer rim trying to find purpose. This Empire will not last and I will not be a part of it when it falls. I seek to be the will of the force and let it guide me. The 8th sister knows that if she doesn't find me and kill me Vader will do much worse. These days I keep a low profile. I seek new adventure and discover secrets of the force. The force guides me. The Empire may be at rule but There is no chaos, there is harmony.

The Last mission: Before I defected I had a last straw. This mission was given to me personally by Vader and normally would be something he carried out himself. My track record was practically flawless so I was given an important mission. The mission was to take out targets that sent a message out to the greater galaxy. This particular individual posed a danger to the Empire. We had been tracking him for months but we never could catch him. Until Vader was finally able to pin him. This target was the real deal and was even suspected of having some Jedi followers with him so I was sent to take care of him and whoever he had with him. Unsurprisingly he was very well guarded. It had appeared he was the real deal. I killed 10 people that day I went inside to investigate and all I saw was a man. A man with his wife and daughter. Terrified. He begged me to let him go. I raised my blade and he shouts "WAIT! At least let my family live. They were no part of this". His wife begging me to not do this as his daughter cries of fear. I'll never forget his face. His face of powerlessness and total dread. I stared at all of them for a few seconds hesitating as if an essence held me back. I lowered my blade and just told them to go. And that they did. Scarlett handled the other part of that mission. With possible jedi being involved she took her personal sqaud to take care of them. We talked for a long time that day. And well... we know where the story goes from there. I don't know what happened to me that day but it was the day I had my breaking point. A mission to slaughter a defenseless man and his family.

To do as the force wills. He has a dark past but his compassion has finally taken over his hatred. He's motivated by trying to always do the right thing.

Emotional Strength- Compassion
Emotional Weakness- Hatred

Morality- 70
*May add a light side destiny point to the destiny pool
*+1 Strain Threshold

Male Nautalon 6'7, burly and muscular build. Bluish Green skin, speaks in an African accent

A character spread across multiple campaigns. Only used at the GM’s discretion