Star Wars: Blackguards
Soldier with a past
Destiny: Rescue one of darkness and learn a truth.
Abilities:: Str 13, Dex 17, Con 15, Int 16, Wis 17, Cha 12
HP: 47; Threshold: 17
Speed: 6; Initiative: +9; Perception: +9
Force: 6; Destiny: 3; Dark: 0
Defenses: Fort 17, Ref 17, Will 17
Base Att: +3; Grapple: +3
Talents: Acrobatic Recovery, Devastating Attack
Feats: Force Sensitivity, Force Training, Weapon Proficiency (rifles, simple, lightsabers, heavy), Skill Training(Mechanics), Skill Training(Treat Injury)
Skills: Acrobatics +9, Endurance +8, Initiative +9, Knowledge(Bureaucracy) +9, Mechanics +9, Perception +9, Treat Injury +9, Use the Force +7
Force Powers: Battlestrike, Battlestrike, Force Disarm, Force Slam
Equipment: mesh tape, power packs x4, hip holster, comm link (short range)
- lightsaber (+4/2d8)
- EE-3 blaster carbine with Standard Targeting Scope – Licensed (+6/3d8/2d8)
He remembers nothing of his childhood, his parents, his home; it is just fragments, like pieces of a holo playing in his head. Tatooine is the only home he knows. He took odd jobs, he survived, he watched, he listened, and he learned. The Empire promised new worlds, a glorious service to the Emperor, a better way of life, and a way off this hell-hole. It wasn’t a hard decision. Karem Lange signed up.
But when you are shown the Galaxy, the diversity, the planets and cultures, all those vibrant worlds being crushed under the boot of the Empire, well, things change. Once young and idealistic, he was becoming a man far too soon. Too much killing and oppression. He knew it was wrong. He felt trapped, caught up in a world with no escape.
But things changed, people began to fight back. A Rebellion was forming across the worlds, aliens and humans were uniting to fight back against the Empire. Now he had a choice, he had to make a decision. He resisted, out of fear perhaps. But an assignment to Naboo changed all of that. A bounty hunter came, he called himself Malis. He was there to kill him. He almost succeeded. As Lange plunged from a tower into raging water below, he once again knew darkness.
He awoke in a small village. They were poor, had nothing, but they cared for him. They nursed him back to health and gave what little food they had so he might live. They also buried him. A small stone was placed in the ground. He had died here, they said. And now he was reborn. My name is ‘Zeven’, he claimed. And the dreams came back, the visions, and the voice. It was almost time, it said, but there will yet be pain. Although he had fallen, been presumed dead, there had been no body. And Malis was uncertain and continued to hunt. He needed proof. In time, Malis came to the village. Zeven was at the river, he could hear the screams of the dying, and he could feel it. By the time he rushed back, they were all dead. His gravestone was shattered from blaster fire and Malis was gone.
Zeven made his way to the Starport. It wasn’t hard to get lost in the chaos, to book passage on a ship. There was a Rebellion going on, he would find it, and he would join it. He would fight!