Galen Adina
Medic, Professor, and Jedi.
'Life is an experiment'
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Full Name: Galen Arthur Adina
Preferred Name: Galen Adina
Alias(es): Doc, Addy, Gale
Age: 33
Home Planet: Onderon
Allegiance(s): Neutral
Rank: Jedi Padawan
Species: Near-Human
Gender: Male
Face claim: Ewan Mcgregor
Voice Sample: Ewan Mcgregor
Orientation: Heterosexual
Force Sensitive: Yes
Force Alignment: Ashla
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Height: 181 cm or 5'11''
Weight: 74 kg or 163 lbs
Body Type: Athletic Build
Hair Colour: Light Brown
Complexion: Caucasian
Eye Colour: Pale Blue
Scars: Scar from blaster on the right of his chest
Strength(s):
- (+) Former Field Medic: When Galen served in the Galactic Alliance army, he had participated in many battles across the galaxy as a medical field officer. Throughout his long campaign, Galen has learned many different ways to suture wounds and properly treat them. He is also able to make many medical supplies on the fly, such as using cloth to make an efficient sling or knowing how to use a blaster to seal a wound. It has also given him the ability to work well under pressure and deal with stressful situations under most conditions.
- (+) Steady Hand: In all his years of careful and precise chemical and surgical work, Galen hands barely shake anymore. This allows him to be able to work properly under intense environments such as high heat or negative temperature. This can benefit him in combat as he can shoot fairly accurately, though he rarely uses blasters.
- (+) Driven: Galen only has a slightly above average intelligence, his genius really comes from his drive. When he wants something, Galen will work towards that goal endlessly. This drive is what has led Galen most of his life and also empowers his willpower, allowing his mind to be well defended against reading or any other invasive force.
- (+) Doctor: Galen is a doctor in most senses, having a degree in Biology, Botany, and chemistry. He can use his knowledge to do anything from identifying unknown alien biology, to mixing up components.
- (+) Teacher: Before his tenure as a field medic, Galen had been a professor at the prestigious university of Onderon. This allows him to pass along his skills and other things to others easier than most.
- (/) Empath: While this does allow Galen to sense emotions, it also leaves him susceptible to the emotional pull of the dark side. If he does not keep it in check, it could also lead to an overflow of emotion. This could leave him in a mild catatonic state in it's most extreme form but it rarely comes to that, only on planet's with terrifying pasts, such as Malachor V.
- (/) Optimistic: Galen tries to see best in everything and everyone. While this does tend to be admired by many of his peers, it also leaves him at a strict disadvantage in terms of deception and combat.
Weakness(es):
- (-) Lover, Not a Fighter: Galen has very limited experience between blasters, blades, and fists. He prefers to use the force or simply stay out of combat and help those that need to be treated. Even though he is a pacifist Galen won't back down from a fight if it means for him to protect others, making it easy to draw him out for a fight if hostages are involved.
- (-) Trusting: While trusting people can help Galen make strong bonds quickly, it can also lead him into a bad situation rather easily. He can be tricked rather easily by those whose minds he cannot read and who are capable enough liars.
'Every Lover is a Soldier'
Personality: Galen's biggest character trait and flaw is his empathy. Though he has grown used to it and can keep it under control, if there is too much negative emotion he can become susceptible to the dark side. This also makes him a nice person however, and he often tries to cheer people up and put on a mask of never being upset in an attempt to prevent his close friends and allies from worrying about him. Galen's drive is well known on Onderon, being on of the most successful scholar's the planet has ever produced. He wasn't overtly intelligent, but through many hours of study he managed to pass with the highest grades of the graduating class. He took this opportunity and gave it back to the planet that had given him the education he loved by becoming a professor at the most prestigious school in Onderon. Around peers, Galen hides his intelligence behind a veil of devilishness to prevent himself from being alienated.
Appearance: Galen is slightly above the average height for a male his age, with proportionate weight to his size. Signs of ageing have begun to show themselves on Galen's face, crow's feet beginning to develop on the side of his pale blue eyes. He has a well-built body with a marking of where he got shot in the gut from his time in the Galactic Alliance Army. He dresses between casual and formal, often wearing dark clothes and scarves with a carrying case or messenger bag to carry his research notes. When attending any events involving combat or training, he wears a common jedi robe consisting of browns and tans. Galen's most distinctive feature is his impish smile, another way he hides his intelligence.
Jeren Andina
- (Father)
- (Mother)
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Pre-rp history
ring, ring, ring
Galen had been so engrossed in his book that he hadn't noticed the time fly by, even the students in his class seemed much quieter than they usually had been. As he looked up from his book, he saw his entire class raised and saluting him. It appears that somehow the news of Rowan volunteering his services to the Galactic Alliance army had made their way through the student body. "Thank you all, that means a lot." He said as he raised from his chair, a melancholy feeling further influencing his withheld tears of joy in pride of his students. "It appears that you all already know the news." A sigh. Saying this was harder than Rowan had planned for it to be, the mood of the room further forcing sadness on him. "I have signed up to join the Alliance military for a time, but I am still your teacher." He said as he held a fist to his lips in a childish attempt to keep his voice from trembling, a few of the students that were fluttered around the classroom began to tear up. "So go to your next class." His newfound smile only serving to sadden the class even further. On their way out of the door, each and every student gave him a tight hug. He had only been their teacher for a short time, but in that time he had managed to gain their respect.
"Get down men!"
The Jedi general had barely managed to get the words out before TIE Bombers dropped another round on their entrenched area, debris and dirt flying all over their position. The seige had lasted almost a week and they were running low on supplies, Galen splitting up what little bacta and other medical supplies they had. The three patients that he was working on groaned in pain, begging for bacta to ease their suffering. Ewan desperately wanted to give them it, if for no other reason than to stop them from making pained noises. It had begun to wear away his mental fortitude, his optimistic attitude disappearing days into the siege when he had a dozen patients. Most of them succumbed to their wounds, the dirty conditions that he had begun to work in not at all making his job easier. "This man needs your help." The Jedi came through the tent entrance carrying a man with some metal engraved in his abdomen. Somehow the Jedi's mere presence had managed to make everything better, Galen's mood lifting and the men's pain seemed to ease a bit. "Reinforcements will arrive to relieve us soon."
"Of course General, put him down beside the table over there." Galen had to clean his hands with spit, water needed to be saved and the sink he had been using to clean his hands previously was now a pool of dirt and blood, some of it his. The soldier cried out in pain as the Jedi lay him down on the rolled out linen cloth that had begun to tear, giving Galen a nod of confidence before he ran outwards to the battlefield again. Galen quickly dried his hands and got to work, pulling the surgical tools out of their leather casing which had turned from a soft brown to a hard cracking case now crimson in most place due to the blood. The first thing that Galen did was crack the armour off of the soldier near where the wound was, freeing the skin around the area. There was no way to get around the next step and it was by far the worst. Galen put his foot on the soldier's chest to hold him to the floor and yanked on the piece of metal protruding from the soldier. The bloodcurdling cry made the other soldier's moan their last wishes as Galen finally managed to pull the piece out.
Galen had to act quickly in order to prevent the man from bleeding out, quickly clearing the infected area using a cleansing liquid and some of the water that they had left. Next he put on the cleanest glove he had and grabbed a capsule of bacta, shoving his hand deep into the gaping wound. That was the only way to repair the inside bleeding, it would seal the torn flesh if the soldier didn't bleed out before it had finished it's job. Next Galen has to put an intrinsic tube in the wound that wound drain all of the blood from areas where they weren't supposed to leak into. Galen took the gloves off as he finished bandaging the wound with a torn piece of cloth from the soldier's clothes, they hadn't needed them anyway. Galen sat back as the man continued to cry in pain, wishing that he had anaesthesia to ease his time.
"Are you alright!"
The voice could barely be distinguished from the intense ringing in his ears as Galen drunkenly raised to his feet, a sharp pain in his should making it more difficult. The Jedi helped him up and slung his arm around his shoulders, carrying him towards the exit of the tunnel. "Don't die on me, our reinforcements are here. Don't die." Galen's feet were dragging now as he was bobbing in and out of consciousness. The medic tent had been eliminated by an enemy TIE Bomber, leaving a small crater where it used to be. Galen looked back seeing only debris and a lone soldier, his abdomen obliterated and the life drained from his face. The sadness and anger turned to relief as Galen looked back towards where he was being led to. Seemingly as beautiful as the sunrise to him, the Galactic Alliance had come with significant reinforcements to take back the position. They stood only about one hundred yards in front of them, but the fatigue had begun to show even on the Jedi general and his pace was even more slowed by having to support Galen.
Galen looked back again, terror coming back to his face as he saw the TIE bomber that had destroyed his encampment. He tried to warn the jedi as the enemy drew closer, but the words were caught in his damaged throat. The general was too focused on saving himself and Galen that he didn't notice the bomber until he heard it firing. He quickly tried to turn around to deflect it, but he was too slow. Instinctively Galen's hand shot towards the missiles coming towards them, forcing them to the side as they crashed into the ground beside the pair. The Jedi's hold on Galen failed as the two went flying to the side, the missile not going far enough to miss them completely. Still they had survived thanks to Galen, an act that caused both shock and a look of being impressed to come across the Jedi's face. "Thank you, Doctor." He said as he raised to his feet and picked up Galen, after a minute finally making it to the allied forces. The Jedi general lay Galen on an allied ship that would take him off world, giving him a knowing smile. "I think we shall be seeing each other soon, my friend."
