Good Ol' Scoundrel
"There's no thinner line than the line between good and evil."
[social information]NAME: EMBER FARSEER
ALIAS: NONE YET
AFFILIATION: THE JEDI PRAXEUM, OUTER RIM COALITION,
OCCUPATION: SLICER, CODE BREAKER, ELECTRONICS TECH.
[physical information]
SPECIES: HUMAN
HOMEWORLD: UNKNOWN YET
AGE: EARLY THIRTIES
EYES: BLUE
HAIR: BROWN
HEIGHT: ABOVE-AVERAGE TALL
WEIGHT: BUFFED-ISH
FORCE SENSITIVE: YES
[characteristics]
- HARD WORKER: PUTS HIS BACK INTO IT
- COMMITMENT FEAR: ESTABLISHMENTS, ORDERS AND EVEN PEOPLE - HE FEARS TO COMMIT TO
- CONFLICTED: WHAT IS RIGHT, WHAT IS WRONG?
- CANNOT SPIT IT OUT: FINDS IT HARD TO VOICE HIS TRUE FEELINGS
- GUILT COMPLEX: BLAMES HIMSELF FOR EVERYTHING
- VIRTUE IS WEAKNESS: MERCY, HONOR, COMPASSION - HAS THEM
- NO FIREARMS, NO DEMOLITIONS: HAS FIRED A FIREARM ONLY ONCE
[history]
:: CHAPTER I :: CHAINS
Ember’s parentage remains unknown as of yet. His earliest memories begin aboard the pirate frigate Kaara’s Lust, a fearsome modified ship belonging to the bloodthirsty and remorseless pirate crew of The Black Scarfs.
Under the cruel hand of The Black Scarfs, Ember, then a boy with no name but a label, was forced into hard labor of maintaining the various electronics of the frigate and/or equipment . His job, most of the time, ended up in fiddling with electronics. Taught to learn fast due to the looming shadow of the shockwhip above him, the young boy pushed his body and brain to the limits just so he could not taste the brutal touch of the whip.
Years went by and as he grew, the young chained boy hoped for freedom. Yet, the more he desired it the more he believed it was not achievable. The final nail to the coffin was hammered when an attempt of a mutiny resulted into brutal massacre and set example to Ember to not even dare.
He locked his thirst for freedom deep within the same place he hid his quickly growing hate. All beneath layers upon layers of dread.
The young teenager kept his head low and tried his best to ignore the insults and labels of cowardice he received from viciously scarred mutineers due to his reluctance to participate in the failed mutiny. Ignoring could only go so far, so he stoked the brewing hate deep within thinking it was for the best.
:: CHAPTER II :: HOPE
Around the age of thirteen, the Black Scarfs were on one of their many ransacking runs upon an ill-fated cargo ship. Tasked with slicing the airlock to the cargoship to let loose the menace of the Black Scarfs upon the prey, the unnamed boy fiddled with the controls before finally unlocking the gates to the loot.
But loot came in the form of a trap.
Colored blades of scorching plasma met the arrogant pirates striking them down with the power of long awaited justice and reckoning. Struck in awe and lying on the ground observing the events before him as if they were a dream.
Abruptly from the light show a hand caught the young boy's collar. Stunned and unable to move, he could not react. The hand ripped his sleeve revealing the tattoo on his bicep - the symbol of a Black Scarf slave. A face became clearer, belonging to the hand. Deep eyes full of wisdom and features of man who had gone through it all.
Little did he know then that this same person would not only be his liberator but also the person he would be named after.
:: CHAPTER III :: NAME
After the demise of the pirate terror of the Black Scarfs, the slaves were freed and those under age were sent to various orphanages across the stars in Alliance space. He was finally given a name - Ember, after one of his liberators - Ember Rekali. It came to no surprises that the young blue-eyed boy had found his purpose.
To become a Jedi just like the one who had broken his festering chains.
Young Ember would bore daily the orphanage keepers with questions about the Jedi and the galaxy. Depending on their moods they would answer but every time they answered differently. Their answers forged by their surroundings, their social group and their belief system. Some longed for Imperials, some fiercely defended the Alliance.
Their answers would turn into ramblings and monologue which in turn lit a flame of activism within Ember's heart.
He grew to believe the importance of political activism, knowledge and thought, and the necessity of a right belief system.
:: CHAPTER IV :: PURPOSE
Three years were the most Ember could survive suffocating in the orphanage. His purpose called him each day and the wilderness of his teenage years fueled his recklessness to the point of leaving the orphanage.
Ember knew he'd be alright. He'd survive out there.
By sheer luck and stubbornness, the young man roamed from job to job as an electronics specialist doing small-time jobs and living off scraps. He aimed to save enough money in two years to get a ride to Sullust and become a Jedi.
The years passed marking unremarkable days in Ember's life full of sweating, hard work but all of them a build up to his goal.
He had made his way through the que and finally stood before the transport to take him to Sullust where an elderly alien female inquired about the names of the passengers.
"Ember."
"Ember...what?"
"Huh?"
"Your last name, Sir."
He glanced frantically around before his eyes fell upon the hull of the ship where his answer rested.
"Ember Farseer, m'am."
:: CHAPTER V :: JEDI
His arrival on Sullust marked the beginning of his first steps as a Jedi. Tested as positive on the Force Sensitivity test, Ember passionately looked forward to following the footsteps of his heroes - the Jedi.
A much later learner than most of his peers, if not the eldest, Ember made up by his ability to work harder than others. A feat achieved due to his slave labor aboard Kaala's Lust. Whenever he worked on something, Ember still subconsciously believed the shockwip to be somewhere around him patiently waiting for him to slack so it could bite his flesh.
At the New Jedi Order, Padawan Farseer often participated in political and ideological debates with peers. Something he had caught from the endless ramblings of his orphanage's keepers. Additionally, he'd help out with any electronic issues and jobs. Slowly, but surely, Ember was molded into the image of a Jedi.
:: CHAPTER VI :: CONFLICT
Within his mid twenties was Ember Farseer knighted. He longed to leave the boundaries of Sullust and the safe nearby systems to systems truly needing the help of the Jedi. Frontier worlds caught in a conflict, humanitarian crises and other similar activities.
Meanwhile, his thought and view developed with some ideological dialogues with his peers becoming more heated than usual. Actions by the Alliance and the New Jedi Order planted the seed of disillusionment in him.
While on a mission Ember murdered a man to save another. Despite the sense of righteousness, he couldn't help but be extremely affected by the event. To take a life was mind shattering. A roller coaster of emotions flooding. No matter how right or just it might've been, murder always asked the question - 'Was it truly right?"
Bearing this in his mind, it all reached the climax point during the battle of Kaeshana where the Alliance actively supported the efforts of clearly dark sided individuals. The New Jedi Order's reluctance to act upon it and their 'see no evil' stance was seen by Ember as the epitome of hypocrisy.
He knew this place was not for him.
He lost the meaning of Jedi.
:: CHAPTER VII :: EXILE
Leaving it all behind and wanting none of it, Ember moved to the planet of Jabiim. At first, he did what he did best - electronics but it all too reminded him of a past he wanted to leave behind and even erase. He found opportunity in opening a small flower shop where he worked on his own.
In his exile, he believed, he did by far more good than he had ever done as a Jedi of the New Jedi Order. Deeds, certainly not galactic-wide effective, but as he had once heard - 'an entire ocean is affected by a single pebble'.
He found no reason to do anything else.
:: CHAPTER VIII :: VISION
Ironically, a reason soon found him. A Force vision plagued his dreams for weeks, becoming more and more intense to the point he began believe it was reality. Unable to stand by and watch it unfold, Ember thought he would repeat the same mistakes of reluctance the NJO made by continuing his exile.
The Jedi within him reborn, he sold his shop and ventured forth to action.
To help those truly in need wherever they were.
Not to destroy evil...
...but to preserve good.
[equipment]
- Sweater, Vest, Long Jacket, Cargo Pants, Boots
- Blue Lightsaber
- Slicer's Datapad
- Pair of Scramble Keys
- A useful belt
[possessions]
- Ship
- The Varanin Holocron [lent to research by [member="Ijaat Mereel"]]
- The functional head of a protocol droid - W1L-L50N
