Imperial occupation was never any real concern for Umbarans, who have generally been sympathetic. So Meer’s time as a child spent interacting with Imperial officers in the office of his mother’s shipping company, which had more contracts with the Empire than private contracts, was boring but not otherwise unpleasant. His mother, Faan, had started the business and developed it into a modestly successful enterprise by the time she married Meelo Feera (who was happy to support his wife’s growing company). So the two ran the business, and Meer wasn’t even able to walk before he was spending all his time listening to his mother wheel and deal over contracts. Faan and Meelo had a plan: they were going to grow the company as much as they could, and groom Meer into bigger and bigger responsibilities until they were ready to retire and Meer could run Feera Galactic, Ltd on his own.

Occasionally, mainly when the Feeras had to travel to far reaches of the galaxy, Meer would be left with his paternal grandparents. Grandfather and Grandmother were not born on Umbara, and had returned to their species’ home planet relatively late in life. Their distaste for all things Imperial, and annoyance with their son’s and daughter-in-law’s entanglement in Imperial affairs, was considered rather eccentric but otherwise harmless. The elders knew when to keep the peace, and in return they were humored by their children. With their grandson, though, they felt no such compunction: every moment he could, Grandfather would tell Meer stories told to him by his grandmother, Helena Got, who he claimed was a jedi. Meer loved the stories as a child, and developed a reverence for this now-mythical Jedi Order. As is the natural way of things, though, as Meer aged he began to understand the stories as fairy tales, and interpret his Grandfather’s awe as gifted storytelling.

Meer grew into the role his parents desired, developed relationships of his own among several Imperial officers, and generally set aside the nostalgic but now incredulous stories told to him by his Grandfather. This trajectory made his Grandfather’s arrest by the Empire for sedition all the more shocking. The rest of his family, even if grieving and furious with Grandfather’s obstinacy, did not seem nearly as surprised. In fact, when Meer went to visit his Grandmother shortly after the arrest, she told him about Grandfather’s role as a Rebellion operative, a courier who would attend to dead-drops, relay messages, and occasionally even shelter other Rebels. Meer couldn’t hardly process what he was hearing, until Grandmother produced from a loose wall panel a small box. She pulled from the box a medallion and an old and non-functioning lightsaber.

In the span of an afternoon, everything his grandfather told him transformed from fairy tales into dangerous anti-Imperial propaganda. The jedi Meer has dreamed about were as real as his Grandfather’s furniture, and the medallion with the strange symbol on one side and his great-great-Grandmother’s name on the other was a concrete connection to this mythical world. Meer didn’t know how yet, but he knew that he would find any remaining Jedi and help them however he could. He knew that he couldn’t spend his life running a business, or worse yet, supplying the Empire. He was given a few credits by his Grandmother, who said she would explain to his mother and father what happened, and Meer left his grandparents’ house for the planetary spaceport.

The Jedi
The Jedi existed for thousands of years before being wiped out by the Sith and Darth Sidious, In that time, they grew and changed in many ways, until their origins were a mystery even to themselves, The character hopes that by uncovering the mysteries of the Jedi, they might finally understand the role this order played in the galaxy.

Certainty
This doesn't simply cover confidence or positivity, but also an unshakable faith of the Force. The Mystic dives into conflict without hesitation, for there is no conflict, only the Force ebbing and flowing.

Vanity
The Mystic turns self-deference into false modesty, denigrating themselves and expecting others to bolster their ego. A twisted passive-aggressiveness can emerge, in which the Mystic demands recognition for this modesty.