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Kitter Bitters
Keeper of Bitter Tales from the Galaxy
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Kitter Bitters
Keeper of Bitter Tales from the Galaxy
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Kitter Bitters
Keeper of Bitter Tales from the Galaxy
Old Kuhbee Threads:
- Tyrants Without Thrones || GA Dominion of Lazerian IV
- Droid Origin Stoy
- Crusaders, come if you dare and die, or hide like Hut'uun. Kashyyyk Resistance vs Neo-Crusaders
- [NJO] Momentum and Mastery
- Technologic | SO Invasion of GA Held Woostri - Objective One
- An Elegant Weapon for a More Civilized Age
- Where the Crystals Wait {Kuhbee}
- Story time! (NJO)
- Metamorphosis | Knighting of Loomi (NJO, Jedi)
- Hits And Giggles [NJO]
- [GA + Friends] Niv Hani Fire Festival | GA Populate of Takodana
Let the Wookiee Win
Kitter Bitters
Trying Hard Not to Flake
Kitter Bitters
Ne jugez pas afin de ne pas être jugés, car on vous jugera de la même manière que vous aurez jugé et on utilisera pour vous la mesure dont vous vous serez servis. Pourquoi vois-tu la paille qui est dans l'œil de ton frère et ne remarques-tu pas la poutre qui est dans ton œil? Ou comment peux-tu dire à ton frère: 'Laisse-moi enlever la paille de ton œil', alors que toi, tu as une poutre dans le tien? Hypocrite, enlève d'abord la poutre de ton œil, et alors tu verras clair pour retirer la paille de l'œil de ton frère.
Ne jugez pas afin de ne pas être jugés, car on vous jugera de la même manière que vous aurez jugé et on utilisera pour vous la mesure dont vous vous serez servis. Pourquoi vois-tu la paille qui est dans l'œil de ton frère et ne remarques-tu pas la poutre qui est dans ton œil? Ou comment peux-tu dire à ton frère: 'Laisse-moi enlever la paille de ton œil', alors que toi, tu as une poutre dans le tien? Hypocrite, enlève d'abord la poutre de ton œil, et alors tu verras clair pour retirer la paille de l'œil de ton frère.
Ne jugez pas afin de ne pas être jugés, car on vous jugera de la même manière que vous aurez jugé et on utilisera pour vous la mesure dont vous vous serez servis. Pourquoi vois-tu la paille qui est dans l'œil de ton frère et ne remarques-tu pas la poutre qui est dans ton œil? Ou comment peux-tu dire à ton frère: 'Laisse-moi enlever la paille de ton œil', alors que toi, tu as une poutre dans le tien? Hypocrite, enlève d'abord la poutre de ton œil, et alors tu verras clair pour retirer la paille de l'œil de ton frère.
Ne jugez pas afin de ne pas être jugés, car on vous jugera de la même manière que vous aurez jugé et on utilisera pour vous la mesure dont vous vous serez servis. Pourquoi vois-tu la paille qui est dans l'œil de ton frère et ne remarques-tu pas la poutre qui est dans ton œil? Ou comment peux-tu dire à ton frère: 'Laisse-moi enlever la paille de ton œil', alors que toi, tu as une poutre dans le tien? Hypocrite, enlève d'abord la poutre de ton œil, et alors tu verras clair pour retirer la paille de l'œil de ton frère.
Let the Wookiee Win
Let the Wookiee Win
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Kitter Bitters
Keeper of Bitter Tales from the Galaxy
Kuhbee
| Full Name | Kuhbee |
| Pronunciation | Cub-Bee |
| Alias | N/A |
| Born | 890 BBY |
| Rank | Jedi Padawan |
| Affiliations | The Jedi Order |
| Birthplace | Kashyyyk |
| Species | Wookie |
| Language | Shyriiwook |
| Gender | Male |
| Force Sensitive | Yes |
| Height | 5' 7" (1.53 Meters) |
| Weight | Heavy |
| Hair Color | Brown & Tan |
| Eye Color | Brown |
| Skin Color | Pale under Furr |
| Distinctive features | Various bald patches of furr that show burn marks |
| Playby | Gungi |
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| Discord | KitterBitters |
"GRRRROWR"
-Chewbacca
Kuhbee is a youngling Wookie in The Jedi Order. He is working to strengthen his skills and become a Jedi in the galaxy far far away.
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Kuhbee was born beneath the emerald canopies of Kashyyyk, where sunlight streamed through the towering wroshyr trees like rivers of gold. From his earliest days, he was unlike the other Wookiee cubs of his clan. While his kin roared and wrestled with youthful vigor, Kuhbee's emotions carried an unseen weight like a pulse in the air that stirred the leaves and rattled the wooden platforms of his village. When anger or fear took hold of him, objects would tremble, and the Force itself seemed to answer his cries.
This frightened many of his people. Wookiees were known for their strength and pride, but the idea of one wielding unseen, mysterious powers was unsettling. The village elders, wise and deeply rooted in tradition, gathered to discuss the cub's future. They loved their youngling, but they saw the danger too. His temper, when unchecked, could shatter beams or send others tumbling through the trees. Gently, they told Kuhbee that he possessed a great gift but if left untamed, it could become a terrible burden. With heavy hearts, they reached out to the Jedi, hoping these guardians of peace could teach him balance.
Kuhbee was soon taken from the forests of his home to the endless skyline of Coruscant, where he joined the New Jedi Order as a hopeful youngling. The transition was difficult. Among the serene, meditating students, Kuhbee's booming growls and fiery temper often stood out. During training, he excelled in physical challenges but struggled with restraint. In one memorable lesson involving a Force-assisted form of "dodgeball," Kuhbee's frustration reached a peak when he sent the training ball crashing into the ground with such power that the floor itself cracked. Though the other younglings whispered in awe, Kuhbee felt only shame.
Then came the day the Empire struck the Core. The skies of Coruscant burned red as Imperial forces descended upon the city-planet. The Jedi scrambled to protect the innocent and evacuate the younglings, but in the chaos, Kuhbee was left behind. Captured by stormtroopers who saw him not as a student of the Force but as a beast to be caged, Kuhbee was sold to a traveling circus. There, his strength became a spectacle. He was paraded and tormented. His handlers soon discovered that fire subdued him, and they used it cruelly to enforce obedience. From that time on, the sight and smell of flame filled him with tremendous dread.
Almost a year later, members of the Jedi Order found and freed Kuhbee from his captivity. By then, the Galactic Alliance had fallen, and the shadow of the Empire stretched across the stars. Kuhbee carried scars both visible and unseen, but within him still burned the spark of the Force, the same light his people had once feared. He was taken to Naboo, a quiet world far from the war's front lines, to begin anew. There, among tranquil lakes and whispering meadows, the young Wookiee vowed to master his strength, confront his fear of the flame, and one day, help bring balance to the galaxy.
- EQUIPMENT
- STRENGTHS & WEAKNESSES
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+Intelligence - Very intelligent and a quick learner
+Mechanical- A skilled flyer and mechanic
+Force Sensitivity- Can utilize the Force
+Strength - Wookies are very strong
+Agility - Years of warrior Wookie training made him nimble and flexible
+Insulated - Does well in cold climates due to fur
-Quick to Anger - Wookies have a short temper
-Pyrophobia - Fire was used to control him for so long that he's now terrified of flame
-Language - He can not speak Basic even if he understands it, so that makes communicating difficult
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Keeper of Bitter Tales from the Galaxy
Katarine Ryiah
| Full Name | Katarine Alysabeth Ryiah |
| Pronunciation | Kat-Ah-Ren R-Eye-Ah |
| Alias | Kat |
| Born | 200 BBY |
| Year Frozen in Carbonite | 175 BBY |
| Year Released From Carbonite | 900 ABY |
| Apparent Age | Young Adult |
| Rank | Jedi Master |
| Specialization | Jedi Investigator |
| Affiliations | Jedi |
| Birthplace | Aviprine |
| Species | Human |
| Language | Galactic Basic Various Others |
| Gender | Female |
| Force Sensitive | Yes |
| Height | 5' 2" (1.5748 Meters) |
| Weight | Slender |
| Hair Color | Brown with White Streaks |
| Eye Color | Green |
| Skin Color | Pale |
| Master | Jessari Tanelorn (deceased) |
| Padawan | Mist Mayweather (deceased) |
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| Discord | KitterBitters |
"For my ally is the Force, and a powerful ally it is"
-Yoda
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Katarine Ryiah was born in 200 BBY on the windswept plains of Ansion, the younger of a pair of twins brought into the galaxy during a rare and ominous celestial alignment. From the moment of their birth, the Force clung to them in unusual ways, binding Katarine and her twin brother, Daxium, in a powerful and volatile dyad.
Their parents, Anastasia Darkrose and Troine Ryiah, loved them fiercely. Anastasia, an archaeologist studying Ansion's ancient cultures, believed the past held lessons meant to guide the future. Troine, a skilled land guide, knew the planet's harsh terrain as intimately as his own heartbeat. Together, they gave their children a brief but genuine childhood marked by warmth, curiosity, and devotion.
That life was stolen when the twins were only six months old.
They were abducted by a fallen Jedi known as Lady Sinistra, who believed the twins' dyadic bond was the key to fulfilling an ancient prophecy whispered through forgotten Force cults. She took them into the shadows, raising them within a dark Jedi sect that sought to twist the Force into a mirror of destiny and control.
Daxium proved vulnerable to that influence. Katarine did not.
A rare genetic anomaly in Katarine dulled the dark side's grip on her, rendering her resistant, if not immune, to its full corruption. To Lady Sinistra, this resistance was not a flaw but an insult. Katarine's defiance, whether conscious or instinctive, became a source of fury, and she was often singled out for cruelty and punishment in Sinistra's attempts to break her will.
Years later, the Jedi Order uncovered the cult's existence and launched a recovery mission. The twins were found alive among the dark Jedi, marked by trauma, indoctrination, and a bond forged under unnatural circumstances.
They were far older than typical Jedi younglings, a fact that deeply unsettled the Jedi Council. Yet the Force could not be ignored. Despite their concerns, the Council recognized the twins' extraordinary potential and made the rare decision to accept them into the Order, believing that light, however delayed, was still worth nurturing.
For Katarine Ryiah, it was not the end of darkness but the beginning of a long, fragile climb toward the light.
Katarine Ryiah was sent to a Jedi enclave on Naboo to begin her formal training. As an initiate, she immersed herself in the study of the Force and Jedi philosophy, learning the disciplines of combat and the responsible use of the light side. She proved diligent and driven, traveling frequently to Coruscant and other Jedi temples as part of her education, always pushing herself to excel despite her late entry into the Order.
Her persistence did not go unnoticed. In time, Katarine was chosen as a Padawan by Jedi Master Jessari Tanelorn. The bond between them formed quickly, grounded in mutual respect and shared purpose. Under Tanelorn's guidance, Katarine revealed a natural aptitude for investigation, an ability to read emotional undercurrents, follow subtle clues, and navigate morally complex situations. These talents shaped her path long before she realized it herself.
After achieving the rank of Jedi Knight, Katarine formally specialized as a Jedi Investigator. Her work often took her deep undercover into the criminal underworld, where she operated in the gray spaces between law, survival, and justice. She became known for her quiet tenacity and her willingness to walk where others would not, all in service of protecting the Republic and its citizens.
Eventually, Katarine accepted her own Padawan: Mist Mayweather, a fiery young Corellian whose sharp instincts and reckless courage contrasted Katarine's measured restraint. Mist grew deeply attached to her master, an attachment that bordered dangerously close to violating the Jedi Code. Katarine, aware of the risk yet unable to fully sever the bond, struggled to guide Mist without extinguishing her spirit.
Despite these concerns, Mist ultimately faced her Jedi Trials and passed, earning the rank of Jedi Knight. In recognition of Katarine's long service and accomplishments, the Order elevated her to the rank of Jedi Master.
During her years as a Jedi Knight, Katarine crossed paths with a pirate named James Terran, whom she encountered during a failed theft attempt within the Senate chambers. Though he escaped capture, their paths continued to intersect. Over time, chance meetings turned into something deeper, and against Jedi doctrine, Katarine allowed herself to fall in love.
She and James married and settled into a small house on Naboo, a rare pocket of peace in her otherwise turbulent life. That peace did not last. James eventually abandoned her without explanation, leaving Katarine shattered and unmoored.
Her unique genetic mutation, long a shield against corruption, twisted cruelly in her grief. The dark side no longer felt like a threat, but a narcotic: a means to numb the pain, to rise above abandonment rather than confront it. Drawn by rumors of dark Force activity, Katarine traveled to Zeltros, where she sought out the dark Jedi Christian Draclau.
There, she surrendered to a hedonistic, reckless existence, using indulgence and darkness to drown her sorrow. Christian fell in love with her, clinging to the illusion that she might stay. Katarine never returned his feelings. She was running, not choosing.
When Mist Mayweather tracked her down in an attempt to bring her back to the Jedi, everything unraveled. Terrified of losing Katarine and enraged by the threat Mist represented, Christian murdered her.
Mist's death shattered what remained of Katarine's resolve. She bore the crushing weight of responsibility, knowing that her choices, her flight from grief, her flirtation with darkness, had placed her former Padawan directly in harm's way.
It was a wound the Force would never fully allow her to forget.
In penance for her sins, Katarine Ryiah withdrew from the galaxy and journeyed to a secret underwater prison on Naboo. Known as Blackmire Prison, the facility housed some of the most dangerous criminals in the galaxy, beings too powerful, cunning, or destructive to be contained by conventional means. To ensure absolute security, its inmates were entombed in carbonite, suspended in timeless silence beneath the planet's seas.
Katarine chose the same fate.
She willingly entered carbonite stasis, surrendering her freedom, her future, and her place in history. There, beneath the waters of Naboo, she remained for centuries, neither alive nor dead, as her penance stretching far beyond anything the Jedi Council would have ever demanded.
Time eventually broke even Blackmire's walls.
A cataclysmic event shattered the prison, tearing it apart and ejecting its carbonite chambers into the depths. Among the wreckage, Katarine's frozen form was recovered by local Naboo citizens and rushed to a medical facility in Theed.
Revival came at a terrible cost.
After centuries in stasis, Katarine suffered from an extreme and debilitating form of hibernation sickness. Her muscles had withered, her reflexes dulled, and even speech came slowly. The galaxy she awakened into was unrecognizable, its politics, its technologies, its people all strangers to her.
Her recovery took years.
In Theed, she painstakingly relearned how to walk, how to speak, and how to exist in a body and era no longer her own. Each step forward was a quiet act of defiance against oblivion, a reclaiming of self after a lifetime of loss, guilt, and self-imposed exile.
Now healed, Katarine Ryiah has re-entered the galaxy, not as the Jedi Master she once was, nor as the broken woman she became, but as something new.
A relic of the past searching for meaning in a future that never waited for her.
- EQUIPMENT
- STRENGTHS & WEAKNESSES
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+Force Sensitivity - Katarine is a gifted Force user and very capable at altering her environment.
STRENGTHS
+Lightsaber Combat - Katarine is gifted with a lightsaber and always training to better her combat skills.
+Investigation & Stealth - As a Jedi Investigator Katarine specializes in undercover work.
+Psychometry & Tracking - As an investigator Katarine is able to track easily
+Teräs Käsi - an extremely capable fighter in the ancient art.
-Darkside Kryptonite - Katarine has a mutation in her blood that causes her to be weak against the darkside. When in the presence of a darksider she feels dizzy and lightheaded, very much like Superman does in the presences of Kryptonite. This effect is multiplied if the darksider makes physical contact with her.
WEAKNESSES
-Piloting - Katarine is a subpar pilot and prefers not to fly if she can help it.
-Kindness - Kat wears her heart on her sleeve, which can be very dangerous for a Jedi.
-Battlefield Tactics - Katarine is not a skilled battle tactician and prefers not to fight on the front lines of a battle
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Guinevere Cavello
The Princess Bride
If her own brother had perished, she would have been inconsolable. But Gwen had seen enough of the galaxy to understand that every family mourned differently, and she knew enough of courtly politics to recognize that appearances were often carefully constructed illusions. What seemed cold might simply be contained. What felt wrong might be deliberate.
He offered her his arm.
The gesture should have been reassuring, proper, even romantic, but there was no warmth in it. No invitation. It felt instead like an obligation performed against his will, the bare minimum of courtesy demanded by rank and circumstance. She hesitated before accepting, confusion and unease twisting together in her chest.
They began to walk through the atrium. The air was rich with flowering scents, birdsong drifting from hidden gardens, sunlight catching in pale marble and glass. Yet Gwen saw none of it. Her attention was fixed entirely on him.
She noticed the strong line of his jaw, the quiet strength beneath the fabric of his shirt when her fingers brushed his arm. A faint, dusty rose bloomed across her porcelain cheeks despite herself. He was undeniably handsome, every bit the noble lord her parents had promised.
And yet… he was nothing like the heroes in her stories.
"Since the Fates—and our families—have seen fit to entwine our legacies," he said, his voice smooth but distant, "I should like to know what lies beneath the polish. What occupies the mind of a Princess of Avalon when she is not being perfectly presented?"
The words were right. The tone was not.
To her own ears, his question carried no real curiosity. It sounded rehearsed, as though he were asking only because it was expected of him, because some internal obligation demanded it, not because he truly cared for the answer. Something about it rang hollow, and the unease in her chest deepened.
None of this felt right.
In her novels, a man would climb towers and slay dragons for the faint hope of a kiss. He would look at her as though she were something precious, something worth risking everything for. Lord Atria barely seemed inclined to look at her at all.
She knew reality rarely mirrored romance. She had been raised to understand that. Still… surely he must feel something. Why else would he agree to marry her?
Then his words echoed back to her. Our families.
The thought struck her so suddenly she nearly faltered. Was he trapped, too? Bound by duty in the same way she was? She had never heard of a man being bartered so easily, but she also knew that Epica prized balance and equity far more than Avalon did. If anything, men here were not afforded more freedom.
The realization tightened her chest.
"You don't want this."
She stopped abruptly, her hand slipping from his arm as he took one more step forward before realizing she had stopped. The words left her mouth before fear could stop them. It wasn't a question. The truth was written plainly in the way he refused to meet her gaze, in the aloof chill he wrapped around himself like armor.
"You didn't choose to marry me, did you?"
Her voice was barely more than a whisper, and she was startled by her own boldness. Perhaps it was the unfamiliar privacy of this moment, alone, unguarded. Or perhaps it was the quiet disdain she felt radiating from him. Either way, she could feel her fairy-tale ending splintering, the last fragile hope she'd carried finally giving way.
Tears burned behind her eyes, but she refused to look down.
She held her head high and met him fully, needing to see his face, to understand who he truly was, now that the illusion she'd clung to was beginning to fall apart.
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Keeper of Bitter Tales from the Galaxy
Guinevere Cavello
| Full Name | Guinevere Isabelle Cavello |
| Pronunciation | gwi·nuh·veer Cah-Vel-Oh |
| Alias | Gwen |
| Rank | Princess |
| Affiliations | The High Republic |
| Birthplace | Avalon (to be subbed) |
| Species | Human |
| Language | Several |
| Gender | Female |
| Force Sensitive | No |
| Age | Eighteen Years Old |
| Height | 5' 7" (1.53 Meters) |
| Weight | Light |
| Hair Color | Blond |
| Eye Color | Light Green |
| Skin Color | Pale Ivory |
| Distinctive features | TBD |
| Playby | AI Art |
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| Discord | KitterBitters |
"Life is pain, Highness. Anyone who says differently is selling something"
-Man in Black
Guinevere is a young princess from Avalon. She is currently arranged to be married and is trying to find her place in a galaxy far far away.
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Princess Guinevere Cavello was born beneath the emerald canopies of Avalon, a world revered across the sector for its untouched forests, living seas, and carefully protected ecosystems. For generations, House Cavello ruled Avalon not through conquest, but stewardship, champions of conservation, planetary balance, and harmony between civilization and nature. To the galaxy, the Cavellos were benevolent monarchs. To Guinevere, they were architects of a life meticulously designed, and never chosen.
From the moment her older brother was born, his path was unquestioned. He was groomed to inherit Avalon's throne, educated in statecraft, diplomacy, and planetary leadership. Guinevere, by contrast, was quietly reassigned a different purpose. She was not a future ruler, but a future alliance.
As a child, Gwen learned early that affection was conditional. Praise came not for curiosity or defiance, but for poise. For silence. For obedience. She was taught how to sit, how to smile, how to listen without speaking. When she asked questions about governance or conservation policy, they were gently deflected, those matters were for her brother.
When she reached adolescence, she was sent away to an elite finishing academy favored by noble houses across the sector. There, her education was exhaustive and unrelenting. She studied etiquette, interstellar customs, and political protocol until they became instinct. She was trained in diplomacy and rhetoric, taught how to speak without revealing opinion. Beneath the silk and ceremony, she also learned self-defense, precise, efficient techniques designed not to win battles, but to survive them.
Her beauty became both asset and sentence.
Every detail of her appearance was controlled. Meals were measured. Calories counted. Hair styled and restyled until perfection was achieved. Dresses chosen not for comfort, but for symbolism. She was sculpted into an ideal, desirable, compliant, flawless and virginal. The galaxy would see a princess. Only Guinevere knew how little of herself remained beneath the polish.
She would never be allowed to date, or be alone in the presence of a male. In her spare time she would read great romances and yearn for an epic love story all her own, but she knew her father would never allow it. Gwen was a prize to be offered up to whatever man they deemed worthy.
Her life was never truly her own.
Now, just days after her eighteenth birthday, Guinevere has been informed of her future. A marriage has been arranged with another noble house, strategic, advantageous, inevitable. She is expected to accept with gratitude, to smile as she always has, to fulfill the role she was shaped for since childhood.
Yet beneath the grace, beneath the training, something quietly endures.
Guinevere Cavello has learned how to survive gilded cages, but deep down she dreams to escape hers.
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Strengths
+Intelligence - Very intelligent and a quick learner
+Classical Training - Gwen has been trained in decorum, poise, and politics to fit in with high society
+Royalty - Her stature in society opens many doors for her
+Agility - Gwen has trained in self-defense enough to escape a dangerous situation
Weaknesses
-Not a Fighter - Though trained in minor self-defense, Gwen is not a fighter. She has always been protected.
-Her Will Not Be Done - Gwen has little say in her life and is often at the mercy of her parents or other nobles
-Inexperienced - Since she's been sheltered most of her life she has little experience in social situations that involve men
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Katarine Ryiah
Never Hide Your Heart
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Keeper of Bitter Tales from the Galaxy
So I looked, and behold, a pale horse. And the name of him who sat on it was Death
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