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Efren Rizal

Birthplace	Coruscant
Age	18
Rank	Jedi Padawan
Faction	Galactic Alliance
Species	Human
Force Sensitive	Yes
Height	6'1"
Weight	155lb
Hair Color	Unknown
Eye Color	Brown

Efren Rizal is a former criminal and misfit turned Jedi under the tutelage of Valery Noble and has become known for his absurdly wild antics.

THEME
Jessie Reyez & grandson - Rain / DPR LIVE - Diamond + And Pearls
Pusha T & Mako - Misfit Toys / Denzel Curry - Take_it_Back_v2
Nelly Furtado - Maneater / Saweetie (ft. Kehlani) - ICY GRL

PERSONALITY
If you had to describe Efren in four words, it would be ‘hopelessly reckless’ and ‘recklessly stupid.’ He is a sarcastic and teasing madman trapped in the body of an eighteen year-old boy. ‘Consequences’ is not a word in his vocabulary, and as a result, he has a heavy weakness for gambling and unnecessary risk.

Efren’s also a flirt, and shamelessly so. Boys, girls. What’s the harm in courting both? This, of course, has led to him being what some might consider both a ‘player’ and a ‘heartbreaker,’ which has earned him quite a fair share of slaps.

BIOGRAPHY
Efren began his rise to fame through a number of stunts and pranks against wealthy residents of Coruscant’s upper levels. These harmless jokes ranged from recoloring traffic lights in planetary orbit to torching a senator’s luxury model speeder, and from graffiti to straight up arson.

His pranks eventually reached a point where Jedi intervention was demanded, leading to his discovery and, after great trouble, his capture.

Found by Jedi Master Valery Noble, as fate would have it, Efren possessed a strong connection to the Force, the driving reason behind his many escapes. Now, faced with the choice of either prison or indoctrination into the Jedi Order, Efren made the only sensible decision.

He went to prison.

Well, only for a day. Upon realizing his detention center did not offer proper plumbing, Efren had a change of heart and, with some begging on Valery’s part (totally not the other way around), he was soon made her padawan. Thus began his life as a Jedi, and the end of his reign of terror on the rich.

Or was it? ​

 

[Maeve Linahan]

“Cressida?” Maeve whirled at the name. “Are you sure it said Cressida?”

Recognition flashed across her face. She stared down at the goose, who honked in what sounded like approval, dark eyes glimmering with an intelligence she’d failed to notice. There was no way. It wasn’t possible. No, she wasn’t possible.

During her secret exchanges with the herbalist, they’d given her the name Cressida, a name she hadn’t briefed Resh on before their arrival, not unless he’d somehow come upon it in his search of the bedroom. Still, why would he lie? The idea that Cressida had been transformed into a goose was so ridiculous, it might’ve just been the truth.

Maeve reached out with the Force, trying to forge a connection with Cressida, but the bridge fell apart before she could get a word in. Her eyes turned to Resh. It seemed the boy was the only one who could communicate with the herbalist now.

“I… cannot believe it,” she said. “But it would explain everything.” She looked to Cressida, who flapped her wings desperately. “How did this happen? Who did this to you?”

They came as I slept! Cressida said in Resh’s mind. Witch!

Cale Gunderson​

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[Danton]

Danton made for Valery’s home, laughing all the while.

The voices were growing stronger. Kill, a chorus of them said. Kill! They screamed at him to fight, to burn, to set the entire forest ablaze along with Val’s miserable little family. His fingers twitched, almost tempted to give in to the thought, but to his own surprise, the Jedi Master beat him to it first.

Flames roared to life just shy from where he stood. He’d been so close—almost to the clearing that led to her home—but no matter. Danton had expected Valery would chase him down before he could make it to her doorstep, and he was more than ready to meet the shouting fury in her eyes. She wanted to fight? Then he would happily oblige.

A dark silhouette against the firelight, he slowly turned to face her. With a sigh, he shook his head and tsked. “That bloodthirsty, are we? How predictable.”

Facing her down, Danton sloughed off his robes and switched on his saber again, bleeding red. Fire danced in his eyes. “I was hoping to get close enough to your family so that they could watch as I killed you, but I suppose that can wait. We don’t need an audience. I just need you.”

He aimed his lightsaber towards her, breaking out in another smile. “Your head, in particular. Now, why don’t you be so kind as to give it to me, for old time’s sake?”

Valery Noble​

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[Maeve Linahan]

“Don’t be ashamed,” Maeve said. “It’s expected.”

Resh was still only a boy. A clone forced into the role of a god, a pureblood made into a Padawan. He had a great deal to learn if he hoped to face down a Sith Lord or a Nightsister and live, or at least, not fall into the dark like so many others before him.

That was why he was leashed to Maeve now. It was just as much her responsibility as his own to endure the road to Knighthood.

“I’ve fought too many to count,” she told him. “But those I’ve killed? Thirty-six. Not all of them were Sith Lords, but even just a lightsaber and a taste of the Dark Side can be enough to make a man truly dangerous.” Maeve didn’t bother adding that half those deaths had been in secret, through poison or surprise, and one even during their sleep.

“Of course, don’t feel as if you must compare yourself to me. I am a Jedi Shadow, and purging the Dark Side is my only task—not healing, not diplomacy, not leadership. It’s my life’s work.” Maeve paused, her voice dropping an octave. “And it’s one I take very personally.”

Gnarled pines hung over them as they walked farther downhill. The tracks faded once she reached the valley floor and the forest opened up into a small meadowland, swallowed up by thick grass and a startling spread of wildflowers, blood-red and almost dancing in the wind. Behind them, Cressida honked.

Be careful! she said in Resh’s mind. If aggravated, those flowers release deadly spores.

Maeve edged the clearing, taking the first step forward. “We must be close,” she said, oblivious. “I can feel something not far ahead, just across this clearing.”

Elpsis Kerrigan​

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[Efren Rizal]

"Uh, what? I think what you meant to say was—"

Too late. With a dismissive wave, Es'tella returned to paging through her fashion catalogue. Efren was rendered speechless. As he turned to leave her tidy office, he rubbed the back of his head, speaking again only once they'd fallen out of her earshot.

"Man, this sucks."

Efren resisted the urge to pout. He barely even knew how to work a caf machine. A delivery boy he could be, but taking calls? Playing secretary? It sounded monstrously boring and disgustingly sad. He wanted to be on the catwalk. A model, or stylist, or something other than a glorified clerk.

"Oh, whatever," he said. "I'm adaptable. Ya hear what she said about me? She thinks I'm confident. Pretty enough not to need training, either." He nudged Jayce with one elbow. "But hey, man. Lucky you. You got assigned to the beauty department. Maybe next time I see ya, you'll be drenched in blush and mismatched foundation. Who knows, maybe we'll even have matching hair dye?"

His laugh was almost taunting before he turned towards the break room. "Nah, you can leave it up to me to find our Sith. Hell, if Madame Wyntur takes her caf black, she's definitely the one we're looking for."

Jayce Rotsu​

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