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Mirrrorborn Order​

OUT OF CHARACTER INFORMATION

• Intent: To create a cult that influences my character from birth and allow for fun future stories.
• Image Credit: AI Generated with Sora-Chat GPT
• Canon: N/A
• Permissions: N/A
• Links: [ Provide links to any relevant threads, characters, companies, locations, etc. here, canon or otherwise, especially obscure references, or events important to the submission. ]
  • Andraven

GENERAL INFORMATION

• Tradition Name: The Mirrorborn Order
• Tradition Type: Cult
• Tradition Focus: Spiritual
• Influence: Minor (localized to a small area)
• Orientation: Dark-leaning
• Influence Area: Andraven
• Symbol: Mirrors are their symbols. They have many different types of mirrors they use to represent themeselves
• Description: [ Give a general description of the Force tradition. ]

SOCIAL INFORMATION

• Membership: [ How does one become a part of this Force tradition? Are they born into it? Are there ceremonies that one must go through or skills one must learn? Explain any processes that must be adhered to, if applicable. ]
• Motives: [ What drives this tradition? Protecting a homeworld or species, perfecting themselves, acquiring ancient knowledge, destroying their enemies? Include any applicable links. ]
• Rules and Teachings: [ What does this tradition believe, preach, and practice? What does it require of its practitioners or outsiders? Does it enforce those requirements? ]
• Reputation: [ How well known outside of its own practitioners is this Force tradition? How are its practitioners viewed by others (people or governments) around the galaxy? Do other traditions see them as amusing, heretical, or frightening? If the Force tradition isn't widespread enough, you can simply write N/A. ]
• Openness: [ How open are this tradition's practitioners to revealing their identity or presence, working with others, or sharing their teachings with outsiders? ]

SKILLS INFORMATION

• Characteristic Equipment: [ Do this tradition's practitioners have any trademark equipment? Lightsabers, unique weapons, handmade armor, talismans, staffs, tools, trophies, books, gadgets, animal companions, badges of authority, sacred relics? ]
• Notable Force Skills: [ Does this tradition focus on, or have special expertise with, trademark Force abilities? Does it involve rituals? Does it require songs, incantations, gestures, or objects of focus? ]
• Notable Force Limitations: [Does this tradition neglect, ignore, forbid, or poorly understand some kinds of Force abilities? For example, the Jedi tradition has typically excluded alchemy and lethal Force abilities, the Sith tradition has typically excluded healing, and don't ask an Ewok shaman to cast Force Lightning. ]

MEMBERS
[ Mention any notable PCs or NPCs that are part of this Force tradition and their role/title/position within it. (Alternatively, link to a post or blog with this information if you would like to keep an active player roster.) You may also request a sub mod to add/remove members. Link any relevant characters or NPC submissions. ]

HISTORICAL INFORMATION
[ Include a description of the Force tradition's history here. How did this Force tradition come about? What other traditions influenced them, if any? Did they split off from another tradition or grow from a specific culture or event? Does it have ancient roots, or did it arise during the Four Hundred Year Darkness? Are there any historical events and memories tied to the people who follow this religion, major events, etc.? Link to any relevant characters or NPC subs. ]

 

[Kitter Bitters]

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Kuhbee sat in the common room of the Jedi Temple, his broad, furry ears twitching as he listened intently to the holo-net news broadcast. The image of the holo-reporter flickered and buzzed, but the words that followed cut through the air like a blade.

"…The Mandalorian Neo-Crusaders have launched a brutal attack on the Wookiee homeworld of Kashyyyk. Their primary target: the Shyyyo's Heart Tribe. The tribe, which remains fiercely independent, has been struck with heavy casualties. Reports are unclear, but it is confirmed that the attack has caused widespread devastation..."

Kuhbee's heart dropped into his stomach. His fur bristled with fear and anger. The Shyyyo's Heart Tribe—his tribe. He had been exiled from the clan years ago, cast out for a misunderstanding which seemed far less important to him now. But they were his people. His family, his brothers and sisters, still lived on Kashyyyk. What if they were under attack right now? What if his parents—his mother—had been caught in the crossfire? His mind spun in a haze of panic. He tried to focus, but all he could hear was the pounding of his own heartbeat, echoing in his ears.

The other young padawans were scattered around the room, engaged in their own quiet conversations or meditative practices, unaware of the storm brewing inside Kuhbee. His fingers, thick with Wookiee fur, clenched and unclenched around the edge of the table. His claws scraped against the surface, leaving deep gouges in the wood. His breathing grew more erratic.

The pain in his chest was unbearable. He needed to do something—anything. He couldn't sit there, helpless, waiting for news that might never come. Kuhbee let out a guttural, anguished roar that rattled the walls of the common room, his primal instincts taking over. The tables flew into the air with a loud crash, sending chairs scattering as if they were toys. Padawans screamed and scrambled for cover, their faces filled with terror. A few tried to reach out, their hands trembling, but Kuhbee was beyond control.

"Kuhbee!" One of the padawans shouted in fear, his voice cracking. "We need help!"

Within moments, the sound of footsteps echoed in the hallway, and several Jedi Knights arrived, their lightsabers already ignited. They stood back, wary of the Wookiee's immense size and strength. The room was in chaos, and it was clear that Kuhbee's mind had given way to sheer panic and fury.

"Calm him down," one of the knights said, his voice firm.

With swift precision, one of the Jedi threw a sedative dart, striking Kuhbee in the side of his neck. The young Wookiee gasped, his muscles locking up, and his vision began to blur. His roar softened to a guttural whimper as he fell to his knees, the weight of his emotions crashing down on him like a tidal wave. His head hung low, and his fur trembled.

The Jedi Knights surrounded him, their expressions a mixture of concern and restraint. Kuhbee could feel the effects of the sedative taking hold, but the haze in his mind only deepened. The anger, the worry, the fear for his tribe—they still burned within him, but his body refused to cooperate. His face contorted with the weight of his grief.

His heart ached for Kashyyyk, for his people. The loss of his family was a shadow hanging over him. He had been exiled, yes, but that didn't mean he had stopped caring. If anything, the distance had only sharpened his love for his tribe. But what if they were gone? What if it was too late?

As the sedative worked its magic, Kuhbee slowly slumped to the floor, tears mixing with the fur on his face. His mind felt like it was in a haze of grief and anger, too much to process at once. He was no longer the youngling who had been cast aside. He was a Wookiee, a son of Kashyyyk, and right now, he was broken.

 

[Kitty Kat]

The hologram flickered to life, and the somber face of Jedi Master Katarine Ryiah appeared before the Council. Her once vibrant eyes, a deep shade of green, now carried a veil of sorrow and fatigue. Her dark robes hung loosely around her shoulders, a stark contrast to the composed and confident Jedi she had once been before Order 66. She took a moment to steady herself, her breath slow and deliberate, before she began speaking, her voice laced with a deep sadness.

"Honorable Members of the Jedi Counci, many of you know that since my arrival in this galaxy six months ago I have worked to rejoin the ways of the Jedi. So much has changed since I fought in the Clone Wars. In those days the Jedi served the Republic because it was the one government that incorporated most of the galaxy, making it the logical role for us to be peacekeepers for the galaxy. The Jedi Order was once a single strong and powerful tradition but today I find that has changed. The Jedi are scattered among the galaxy, in separate groups, many not serving any Council and those that do serve their own versions, not one unified council. There are entire Jedi organizations that pledge allegiances to different forms of government and work tirelessly to power the war machine of those nations. It is strange to me, and since joining The New Jedi Order I've been trying to adjust to all the differences I see. I've tried to do my part in the war effort of The Galactic Alliance but the endless battles weigh heavily on my mind. I worry that in the centuries I was frozen the galaxy has yet to find peace. I now question my place among the galaxy and find myself wishing to reconnect with the Force, instead of the war."

She felt her voice waver and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. This was a feeling that had been building for so long. After over nine hundred years the galaxy was still fighting and Katarine had grown disillusioned with it all. She was no longer certain that this was her path to help the galaxy.

"I regret that I am unable to do this in person. I need to find my place among the scattered Jedi Orders of this galaxy, and though I know my true purpose is as an investigator I question to which group my alliance must be pledged. The New Jedi Order has done so much for me. They gave me a home after my carbonation sickness and a new purpose in this time. I wish to thank Master Valery Noble especially. Her guidance has been beneficial to showing me this new galaxy."

At the mention of Valery Kat's voice cracked and she had to take another deep breath. Her time at the home of Valery and Kahlil had made Katarine feel as if she truly had friends. She didn't know what she would have done without their help or the friendship of Connel Vanagor. Even now as she battled uncertainty and addiction she felt tears trying to form at the thought of leaving these three individuals. They truly meant so much to her.

"With a heart that feels both heavy and empty, I must inform you that I have taken the Barash Vow. The Force is a constant, a guiding presence and I feel I need to refocus on it in order to find my way in this strange new timeline I find myself in. I hope that after my journey is over I can stand before you as a Jedi companion once more. Until then, May the Force be with you."

With one last hollow and longing glance from those deep green eyes the holographic recording flickered and shut off, leaving a heavy silence in its wake.

 

[A Wookie Cub]

Kuhbee​

Full Name	Kuhbee
Pronunciation	Cub-Bee
Age	Youngling
Affiliations	New Jedi Order
Rank	Jedi Padawan
Birthplace	Kashyyyk
Species	Wookie
Language Spoken	Shyriiwook
Langue Understood	Multiple
Gender	Male
Force Sensitive	Yes
Height	5'5'
Weight	Heavy
Fur Color	Brown and Light Tan
Eye Color	Brown
Skin Color	Pale Under Fur
Distinctive features	Multiple Burn Scars Where Fur Won't Grow Back
Playby	Gunji
Discord	KitterBitters#0902

Kuhbee was born into a time of uncertainty on Kashyyyk, a planet where the majestic trees of the Wookiees' homeland cast shadows over both the wild and the complicated social fabric of the tribes. He was different from his peers in more ways than one—young, but already showing signs of an unusual sensitivity to the Force. Unlike the other Wookiees, who connected to the natural world through strength and instinct, Kuhbee felt the subtle currents of the Force as if they were a second nature. But this gift would bring him no comfort, only peril.
The tragic incident that would shape his life occurred when Kuhbee was still an adolescent. One night, after a celebration marking the harvest season, the body of a young Wookiee from a neighboring clan was found in the forest—brutally murdered, the signs of a dark, unnatural force upon the scene. The tribe's elders were quick to lay blame on Kuhbee, their reasoning rooted not just in circumstance but in fear. As the only Force-sensitive Wookiee in the tribe, he was an outsider in their eyes, and his abilities—especially when unexplained—were seen as a potential threat. Kuhbee swore to the council that he sensed a dark presence surrounding the murder, something sinister that none of the elders could perceive. He claimed the work of a shadowy force, beyond the reach of ordinary Wookiee senses, had taken the life of the young Wookiee. But to the others, it was a mere excuse.
Unable to convince anyone of his innocence or the existence of the dark presence, Kuhbee was blamed for the death. His tribe, in their fear and confusion, cast him out. Exiled from his people and separated from the only home he had ever known, Kuhbee set out on a path of self-discovery and redemption. As he made his way off Kashyyyk, however, fate had yet more cruelty in store. His ship was ambushed by pirates in the deep reaches of space, and the young Wookiee was captured and sold into slavery.
For years, Kuhbee fought in brutal gladiatorial arenas, his raw strength and Force sensitivity making him a prized combatant. Despite the bloodshed and violence, Kuhbee retained his sense of compassion, secretly using his knowledge of herbs and berries to treat the wounds of fellow fighters in the camps at night. He didn't see them as enemies but as fellow souls trapped in the same cycle of violence. Every night, while the others slept, Kuhbee would quietly heal their wounds, even if only temporarily, hoping for some semblance of peace.
But the specter of the dark presence still haunted him. He could feel it whispering through the Force, pushing him towards answers he could not yet grasp. It was not until a fateful escape from his captors—after years of enduring the violence and suffering of the arena—that Kuhbee set his sights on a new goal. He would seek out the Jedi, the keepers of the Force, in hopes they could help him better understand his power and confront the darkness that had shadowed his life. He believed that only by mastering his abilities and understanding the nature of the dark presence could he clear his name and, one day, return to his tribe.
Kuhbee knew that redemption would not come easily. He had been exiled, branded a murderer by those who once called him kin. But his heart burned with the desire to prove his innocence, to reclaim his honor, and to ensure that the dark force that had caused so much suffering was eradicated for good. With nothing but his wits, his strength, and his connection to the Force, Kuhbee set out into the galaxy—an outcast, a warrior, and a Wookiee seeking the path to redemption.

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+Intellegence - Very intelligent and a quick learner

+Piloting- A skilled flyer and mechanic

+Force Sensitivity- Can utilize the Force

+Strength - Wookies are very strong

+Agility - Years of circus training made him nimble and flexible

+Insulated - Does well in cold climates due to fur

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-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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[A Wookie Cub]

Nak'tra crystal

The Nak'tra crystal was a type of crystal found in the Myyydril Caverns on the Wookiee homeworld Kashyyyk. The Myyydril tribe maintained crystal gardens to use the harvested crystals in their crystal rifles and other weapons. Nak'tra crystals could also be used to create a Jedi lightsaber...

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Thontiin crystal

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Approved Lore - Shyyyo's Heart Tribe

OUT OF CHARACTER INFORMATION Intent: To create a record of the Wookiee tribe associated with the upcoming Jedi Shadow Temple project Image Credit: Here Canon: No. Permissions: My subs, Jedi Links: N/A GENERAL INFORMATION Organization Name: Shyyyo's Heart Tribe Classification: Conscript...

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BD explorer droid

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M-TD

M-TD, short for "miniaturized translator droid" and nicknamed Em Teedee, was a specialized translator droid used by Lowbacca while attending Luke Skywalker's Jedi Praxeum. Like almost all Wookiees, "Lowie" was physically unable to speak Galactic Basic, and so M-TD was programmed to translate his...

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TA-418

TA-418, nicknamed Tee-Ay (also spelled Teeaye), was a BD explorer droid that assisted Doctor Eustacia Okka, former professor at the Shadow University institution, during the Imperial Era. When Okka was convinced into assisting her former associate, the rogue archaeologist Doctor Chelli Aphra...

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Mylaya

Mylayas were a type of huge cat-like simian creature with telescoping ears. They climbed and leapt through the forests of the planet Kashyyyk, where they were used as mounts by members of the Wookiee species. Between 19 BBY and 18 BBY, the residents of one Wookiee sanctuary used a trio of...

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Kybuck

The kybuck was a creature that had spiral horns and brown fur.[2] Kybucks were native to[3] the planet[4] Kashyyyk,[3] and also inhabited[2] the planet[5] Shili, where they resided in its forests.[2] In 35 BBY,[6] the Togruta Pav-ti Tano took her daughter Ahsoka Tano on a hunt, which was a...

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D-O

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Approved Tech - Shiraya's Embrace

Image Source: Midjourney/Personal Edits Canon Link: Naboo, Lianorm Swamps, Gungan Sacred Place Permissions: N/A Primary Source: Wookieepedia Manufacturer: Naturally occurring Affiliation: Lightside Force Users Market Status: Open-Market Model: N/A Production: Semi-Unique Material: Crystalized...

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Kuhbee was born into a time of uncertainty on Kashyyyk, a planet where the majestic trees of the Wookiees' homeland cast shadows over both the wild and the complicated social fabric of the tribes. He was different from his peers in more ways than one—young, but already showing signs of an unusual sensitivity to the Force. Unlike the other Wookiees, who connected to the natural world through strength and instinct, Kuhbee felt the subtle currents of the Force as if they were a second nature. But this gift would bring him no comfort, only peril.

The tragic incident that would shape his life occurred when Kuhbee was still an adolescent. One night, after a celebration marking the harvest season, the body of a young Wookiee from a neighboring clan was found in the forest—brutally murdered, the signs of a dark, unnatural force upon the scene. The tribe's elders were quick to lay blame on Kuhbee, their reasoning rooted not just in circumstance but in fear. As the only Force-sensitive Wookiee in the tribe, he was an outsider in their eyes, and his abilities—especially when unexplained—were seen as a potential threat. Kuhbee swore to the council that he sensed a dark presence surrounding the murder, something sinister that none of the elders could perceive. He claimed the work of a shadowy force, beyond the reach of ordinary Wookiee senses, had taken the life of the young Wookiee. But to the others, it was a mere excuse.

Unable to convince anyone of his innocence or the existence of the dark presence, Kuhbee was blamed for the death. His tribe, in their fear and confusion, cast him out. Exiled from his people and separated from the only home he had ever known, Kuhbee set out on a path of self-discovery and redemption. As he made his way off Kashyyyk, however, fate had yet more cruelty in store. His ship was ambushed by pirates in the deep reaches of space, and the young Wookiee was captured and sold into slavery.

For years, Kuhbee fought in brutal gladiatorial arenas, his raw strength and Force sensitivity making him a prized combatant. Despite the bloodshed and violence, Kuhbee retained his sense of compassion, secretly using his knowledge of herbs and berries to treat the wounds of fellow fighters in the camps at night. He didn't see them as enemies but as fellow souls trapped in the same cycle of violence. Every night, while the others slept, Kuhbee would quietly heal their wounds, even if only temporarily, hoping for some semblance of peace.

But the specter of the dark presence still haunted him. He could feel it whispering through the Force, pushing him towards answers he could not yet grasp. It was not until a fateful escape from his captors—after years of enduring the violence and suffering of the arena—that Kuhbee set his sights on a new goal. He would seek out the Jedi, the keepers of the Force, in hopes they could help him better understand his power and confront the darkness that had shadowed his life. He believed that only by mastering his abilities and understanding the nature of the dark presence could he clear his name and, one day, return to his tribe.

Kuhbee knew that redemption would not come easily. He had been exiled, branded a murderer by those who once called him kin. But his heart burned with the desire to prove his innocence, to reclaim his honor, and to ensure that the dark force that had caused so much suffering was eradicated for good. With nothing but his wits, his strength, and his connection to the Force, Kuhbee set out into the galaxy—an outcast, a warrior, and a Wookiee seeking the path to redemption.

 

[A Wookie Cub]

OUT OF CHARACTER INFORMATION

• Intent: To create a droid companion for my Wookie Jedi that allows people to understand his language
• Image Source: Link
• Canon Link: Link
• Permissions: N/A
• Primary Source: N/A

PRODUCTION INFORMATION

• Name: Yakety Yak - Yak For Short
• Manufacturer: Plintep Cybernetics Corporation
• Affiliation: Kuhbee
• Market Status: Closed-Market
• Model: Monowheel data-retrieval droid (custom build)
• Modularity: No
• Production: Unique
• Material: Durasteel

TECHNICAL INFORMATION

• Classification: (First Degree, Second Degree, Third Degree, Fourth Degree, or Fifth Degree)
• Weight: Extremely Light)
• Height: Small
• Movement: Wheels
• Armaments: None
• Misc. Equipment: Wookie translation unit
• Resistances (Optional): None
  • Energy (And other Blaster type weapons): None
  • Kinetic: Light - can bounce a few times with minimal damage
  • Lightsabers: None
  • Other: None

SPECIAL FEATURES

• Scomp Link
• Comlink
• Environment Scanner
• Heat Sensor
• Audio Sensor
• Chemical Sensor
• Electromagnetic Sensor
• Microwave Sensor
• Radiation Sensor
• Seismic Sensor
• Olfactory Sensor
• Acoustic Signaller
• Photoreceptor
• Infrared Receptor
• Internal Data Recorder
• Vocabulator
• Wookie Translation Unit

STRENGTHS

• Translation unit
• Provides companionship

WEAKNESSES

• No weapons
• Easily damaged

DESCRIPTION
Yakety Yak was once the assistant of an unknown male researcher from the Mephout species. The researcher needed a translation droid and did not want to use the usual droids his species used because those droids were all built in the female image. After years of faithful service Yakety was lost during a research expedition and little is known about the droids activities until he one day ended up in the gladiatorial pits. In the pits the droid would translate for the various slaves force to fight and the slavers who would place bets on the fights. When a young Wookie named Kuhbee was thrown into the pits he rescued the droid. Greatful for the rescue, Yakety Yak befriended Kuhbee and agreed to be the cubs personal translation unit from then on.

 

[Kitter Bitters]

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[Kitter Bitters]

The sun was beginning to set over Coruscant, casting long shadows across the towering spires of the Galactic City. The endless bustle of urban life continued unabated, as hovercars zipped through the sky, giant holo-ads flickered in the distance, and the hum of distant conversations and blaring traffic filled the air. At street level, the First Coruscant General Bank, a towering monolith of reinforced durasteel and shimmering transparisteel, stood in stark contrast to the chaotic scene outside. With its gleaming surface reflecting the glow of nearby skyscrapers, the building exuded an air of both power and invulnerability. Inside, it was a different world—a silent, pristine temple of credits, where the elites of Coruscant conducted their financial business, oblivious to the political and social turmoil brewing across the galaxy.

On the 35th floor, behind a vault of unbreakable duraglass and a maze of security protocols, was the bank's vault—a legend in itself, known across the galaxy for its impenetrability. Several layers of encryption, droid sentinels, and biometric scanners ensured that only the most trusted and connected were allowed access to the billions in credit reserves. But as dusk settled over the city, something was about to disrupt the calm facade.

Objective 1: There are over three thousand employees and patrons in this goliath of a bank and they ALL have to be accounted for. Sweep each floor to round up hostages and secure them. Check every nook and cranny so nobody can call the police!
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The First Coruscant General Bank stands as a towering monolith in the heart of the galaxy's capital, its 40 levels bustling with activity from dawn till dusk. The sleek, chrome façade reflects the perpetual glow of Coruscant's cityscape, while inside, the bank is a hive of commerce and intrigue. At ground level, patrons of all species move swiftly between automated teller machines, consulting with holoclerks, and interacting with security droids. As the floors rise, the atmosphere shifts from public transaction hubs to the hushed, secure upper offices where wealthy clients meet with senior financial officers. Employees, clad in tailored uniforms, manage data terminals and holo-boards, while others oversee the movement of credits and valuable assets across vast intergalactic accounts. On every floor, the hum of efficiency mixes with quiet conversations, deals being made, and the occasional, subtle negotiation in the shadow of the towering building's glass walls. The flow of Coruscant's high society, business elites, and even the occasional government official creates a seamless rhythm, making the bank a focal point in the pulse of the galaxy's economy.
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Objective 2: Crack through all the security to get into the inner vault. Sweep the credits and other valuables into bags with haste! Remember everybody gets a fair cut... honor among thieves...
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Level 35 of The First Coruscant General Bank is home to the most secure and tightly controlled vault in the entire structure, a fortress of technology and security. The vault, nestled deep within the heart of the building, is encased in a shimmering, reinforced durasteel door that stands several meters thick, surrounded by a series of electromagnetic locks and biometric security systems. Access is limited to only the highest-ranking officers and trusted personnel, requiring not only retinal scans and voice recognition, but also a rare biometric code known only to a select few. Inside, the atmosphere is cool and sterile, with rows of climate-controlled, transparent safes housing the wealth of the galaxy's most influential individuals—credits, precious metals, valuable artifacts, and classified data. The vault's interior is bathed in a soft, blue glow from the security lights that illuminate the high-tech systems monitoring every inch of the room. Droids equipped with advanced surveillance capabilities silently patrol the aisles, while multiple layers of firewalls and encrypted security grids protect against any digital intrusion. Beyond the physical and technological defenses, a team of highly trained security officers remains on standby, ensuring that no one—no matter how powerful—can access the vault without proper clearance. It is here, in this impenetrable heart of Coruscant's financial empire, that the most precious assets of the galaxy's elite are stored, their secrets guarded with unwavering vigilance.

Objective 3: Outside a task force of first responders analyzes the situation. A SWAT team is assembling but going in hot could mean risking hostage lives. Perhaps the robbers can be negotiated with? Find out!​

Outside The First Coruscant General Bank, a tense silence hangs in the air as a highly-trained police force assembles in the shadow of the towering structure. Clad in sleek, tactical armor, their faces obscured by reinforced visors, the officers move with deliberate precision, taking up strategic positions around the perimeter. Heavy, armored speeder vehicles line the street, their engines idling softly, while sharpshooters take position on nearby rooftops, scanning the building's every window. At the bank's entrance, a few officers crouch behind reinforced barricades, communicating in hushed tones over encrypted comm-links, coordinating with the Central Coruscant Response Team. Inside the building, an ongoing hostage situation has brought the police to this critical juncture. The robbers, a well-organized gang with knowledge of the bank's layout, are rumored to be holed up somewhere within the vault levels, demanding a staggering ransom. The officers' fingers hover near blaster grips, ready for action as a lead negotiator steps forward, preparing to make contact. Tensions rise as they await the signal to initiate the delicate negotiation, knowing any wrong move could escalate the situation into a firefight. The weight of the city's safety rests on their shoulders, as the threat inside the bank grows ever more dangerous.

Have something else in mind? You do you boo, but remember don't do the crime if you can't do the time!

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[Kinley Pryse]

You've been hit by... you've been struck by...

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A SMOOTH CRIMINAL

 

[A Wookie Cub]

Kuhbee​

Full Name	Kuhbee
Pronunciation	Cub-Bee
Alias	N/A
Born	890 BBY
Rank	Jedi Padawan
Affiliations	New 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
Themsong	(click):
Discord	KitterBitters

"GRRRROWR"
-Kuhbee

Kuhbee is a youngling Wookie in the New Jedi Order. He is working to strengthen his skills and become a Jedi in the galaxy far far away.

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BIOGRAPHY

Kuhbee was born into a time of uncertainty on Kashyyyk, a planet where the majestic trees of the Wookiees' homeland cast shadows over both the wild and the complicated social fabric of the tribes. He was different from his peers in more ways than one—young, but already showing signs of an unusual sensitivity to the Force. Unlike the other Wookiees, who connected to the natural world through strength and instinct, Kuhbee felt the subtle currents of the Force as if they were a second nature. But this gift would bring him no comfort, only peril.

The tragic incident that would shape his life occurred when Kuhbee was still an adolescent. One night, after a celebration marking the harvest season, the body of a young Wookiee from a neighboring clan was found in the forest—brutally murdered, the signs of a dark, unnatural force upon the scene. The tribe's elders were quick to lay blame on Kuhbee, their reasoning rooted not just in circumstance but in fear. As the only Force-sensitive Wookiee in the tribe, he was an outsider in their eyes, and his abilities—especially when unexplained—were seen as a potential threat. Kuhbee swore to the council that he sensed a dark presence surrounding the murder, something sinister that none of the elders could perceive. He claimed the work of a shadowy force, beyond the reach of ordinary Wookiee senses, had taken the life of the young Wookiee. But to the others, it was a mere excuse.

Unable to convince anyone of his innocence or the existence of the dark presence, Kuhbee was blamed for the death. His tribe, in their fear and confusion, cast him out. Exiled from his people and separated from the only home he had ever known, Kuhbee set out on a path of self-discovery and redemption. As he made his way off Kashyyyk, however, fate had yet more cruelty in store. His ship was ambushed by pirates in the deep reaches of space, and the young Wookiee was captured and sold into slavery.

For years, Kuhbee fought in brutal gladiatorial arenas, his raw strength and Force sensitivity making him a prized combatant. Despite the bloodshed and violence, Kuhbee retained his sense of compassion, secretly using his knowledge of herbs and berries to treat the wounds of fellow fighters in the camps at night. He didn't see them as enemies but as fellow souls trapped in the same cycle of violence. Every night, while the others slept, Kuhbee would quietly heal their wounds, even if only temporarily, hoping for some semblance of peace.
But the specter of the dark presence still haunted him. He could feel it whispering through the Force, pushing him towards answers he could not yet grasp. It was not until a fateful escape from his captors—after years of enduring the violence and suffering of the arena—that Kuhbee set his sights on a new goal. He would seek out the Jedi, the keepers of the Force, in hopes they could help him better understand his power and confront the darkness that had shadowed his life. He believed that only by mastering his abilities and understanding the nature of the dark presence could he clear his name and, one day, return to his tribe.

Kuhbee knew that redemption would not come easily. He had been exiled, branded a murderer by those who once called him kin. But his heart burned with the desire to prove his innocence, to reclaim his honor, and to ensure that the dark force that had caused so much suffering was eradicated for good. With nothing but his wits, his strength, and his connection to the Force, Kuhbee set out into the galaxy—an outcast, a warrior, and a Wookiee seeking the path to redemption.

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STORY ARCS

Wookie Padawan:
Description: Determiined to grown in his skills and prove to his innocent to his tribe, Kuhbee becomes a young padawan of the New Jedi Order.

Roleplay Threads:

• Coming soon!​

EQUIPMENT

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Equipment that is Work In Process:

• A droid that can translate for him​
• His lightsaber​

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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 gladiator training made him nimble and flexible

+Insulated - Does well in cold climates due to fur

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-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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[A Wookie Cub]

Kuhbee sat in the common room of the Jedi Temple, his broad, furry ears twitching as he listened intently to the holo-net news broadcast. The image of the holo-reporter flickered and buzzed, but the words that followed cut through the air like a blade.

"…The Mandalorian Neo-Crusaders have launched a brutal attack on the Wookiee homeworld of Kashyyyk. Their primary target: the Shyyyo's Heart Tribe, long known for their resistance against Mandalorian encroachment. The tribe, which remains fiercely independent, has been struck with heavy casualties. Reports are unclear, but it is confirmed that the attack has caused widespread devastation..."

Kuhbee's heart dropped into his stomach. His fur bristled with fear and anger. The Shyyyo's Heart Tribe—his tribe. He had been exiled from the clan years ago, cast out for a misunderstanding which seemed far less important to him now. But they were his people. His family, his brothers and sisters, still lived on Kashyyyk. What if they were under attack right now? What if his parents—his mother—had been caught in the crossfire? His mind spun in a haze of panic. He tried to focus, but all he could hear was the pounding of his own heartbeat, echoing in his ears.

The other young padawans were scattered around the room, engaged in their own quiet conversations or meditative practices, unaware of the storm brewing inside Kuhbee. His fingers, thick with Wookiee fur, clenched and unclenched around the edge of the table. His claws scraped against the surface, leaving deep gouges in the wood. His breathing grew more erratic.

The pain in his chest was unbearable. He needed to do something—anything. He couldn't sit there, helpless, waiting for news that might never come. Kuhbee let out a guttural, anguished roar that rattled the walls of the common room, his primal instincts taking over. The tables flew into the air with a loud crash, sending chairs scattering as if they were toys. Padawans screamed and scrambled for cover, their faces filled with terror. A few tried to reach out, their hands trembling, but Kuhbee was beyond control.

"Kuhbee!" One of the padawans shouted in fear, his voice cracking. "We need help!"

Within moments, the sound of footsteps echoed in the hallway, and several Jedi Knights arrived, their lightsabers already ignited. They stood back, wary of the Wookiee's immense size and strength. The room was in chaos, and it was clear that Kuhbee's mind had given way to sheer panic and fury.

"Calm him down," one of the knights said, his voice firm.

With swift precision, one of the Jedi threw a sedative dart, striking Kuhbee in the side of his neck. The young Wookiee gasped, his muscles locking up, and his vision began to blur. His roar softened to a guttural whimper as he fell to his knees, the weight of his emotions crashing down on him like a tidal wave. His head hung low, and his fur trembled.

The Jedi Knights surrounded him, their expressions a mixture of concern and restraint. Kuhbee could feel the effects of the sedative taking hold, but the haze in his mind only deepened. The anger, the worry, the fear for his tribe—they still burned within him, but his body refused to cooperate. His face contorted with the weight of his grief.

His heart ached for Kashyyyk, for his people. The loss of his family was a shadow hanging over him. He had been exiled, yes, but that didn't mean he had stopped caring. If anything, the distance had only sharpened his love for his tribe. But what if they were gone? What if it was too late?

As the sedative worked its magic, Kuhbee slowly slumped to the floor, tears mixing with the fur on his face. His mind felt like it was in a haze of grief and anger, too much to process at once. He was no longer the youngling who had been cast aside. He was a Wookiee, a son of Kashyyyk, and right now, he was broken.

 

[Kitter Bitters]

GRRRROWR RWR

 

[Kinley Pryse]

You've been hit by... you've been struck by...

A SMOOTH CRIMINAL

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[Kitter Bitters]

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Vorik Korr

Full Name	Vorik Korr
Criminal Allies	Scorch
Profession	Serial Killer
Affiliations	Criminal Underworld
Homeworld	Ithor
	Ithorian
Gender	Male
Force Sensitive	No
Modus Operandi	Serial Arsonist and Serial Killer
Criminal Signature	Burns His Victims Multiple Times as Torture
Template Inspired By:	Romi Jade

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OUT OF CHARACTER INFORMATION

• Intent: To create an NPC criminal who can pop up as a villain in cop stories
• Image Credit: Chris Oldag Twitter Art
• Role: A criminal the Jedi Investigators apprehended
• Permissions: N/A

PHYSICAL INFORMATION

• Age: Several Hundred Years
• Force Sensitivity: No
• Species: Ithorian
• Appearance: Light brown and tan skin with fine hairs all over body

SOCIAL INFORMATION

• Name: Vorik Korr
• Loyalties: Himself
• Wealth: Average
• Notable Possessions: N/A
• Skills: Is skilled with a flamethrower
• Languages: Ithorese
• Personality: Very calm and methodical

COMBAT INFORMATION

• Weapon of Choice: Flame Thrower and Lighter
• Combat Function: He would rather run than fight
• Force Abilities (Force Users Only) N/A

Strengths:

• Intelligence
• Affinity with fire
• Is limber

Weaknesses:

• Weak in hand to hand combat
• Wanted criminal
• Doesn't speak Basic so communication can be difficult

HISTORICAL INFORMATION
Vorik became known to the galaxy after a series of arson istances on his home planet of Ithor. He was apprehended and served time for the fires, but nobody was hurt in them so he was eventually released. As his passion for the flame grew so did his sadistic instincts. Eventually he took to torturing small non sentient with fire and eventually his true passion revealed itself in the burning of victims. He went on to capture and torture four sentient beings with fire and was eventually arrested. When the prison he was in was destroyed he was able to escape. Now he is hunting for his next victim.

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[Kitter Bitters]

Anavi Vandala​

Full Name	Anavi Rosaline Vandala
Pronunciation	Anna -V-Eye [link] Van-Doll-Ah
Alias	Ana Ana Rose
Age	16 Years
Rank	Jedi Padawan
Affiliations	New Jedi Order
Birthplace	Kashir
Species	Human
Language	Galactic Basic
Gender	Female
Force Sensitive	Yes
Height	5' 5" (1.6 Meters)
Weight	Athletic
Hair Color	Red
Eye Color	Blue
Skin Color	Pale with freckles
Distinctive features	TBD
Playby	AI Art
Themsong	(click):
Text Color	#8f3e36
Discord	KitterBitters

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BIOGRAPHY

Anavi Vandala was born into a world of luxury and strife on the planet Kashir, a lush, vibrant world where the royal family held both power and responsibility. As the daughter of King Tor-Mak Varran, she was one of many children, each vying for the crown in a brutal, unspoken competition. In Kashiri culture, the throne was not inherited by birthright alone; instead, the king would choose his successor from among his offspring granted from his many wives, often based on their strength, intelligence, and ability to navigate the complexities of both politics and war. Growing up in such an environment, Anavi learned early that her worth would not be defined by her status as a royal, but by how far she could push herself in comparison to her siblings.

Her mother, Miri Vandala, recognizing the treacherous path her daughter would face, sought to give Anavi a distinct edge. The queen had long been an advocate for the Jedi, having witnessed firsthand the power and discipline they brought to the galaxy. Under her mother's bequest, Anavi was trained in the ways of the Jedi, both in combat and philosophy. It was a rare choice for someone of her status, but Queen Miri believed the rigorous mental and physical discipline would not only prepare Anavi for the trials ahead but also give her the clarity of mind to navigate the dangerous political games that would define her future.

Despite her training, Anavi's life has never been easy. As she grew older, she saw the undercurrents of corruption and crime that plagued Kashir—an infestation of gang warfare, smuggling rings, and political factions seeking to undermine the royal family. Her own siblings, many of whom were more focused on personal ambition than the welfare of the planet, only fueled the instability, each of them vying for power in their own ways. Anavi's sense of justice, sharpened by her Jedi teachings, would not allow her to turn a blind eye to the suffering of her people.

Now, as a young woman, Anavi has made it her mission to clean up the mess her family has left behind, working both from the shadows and within the royal courts. She is determined to fight for the people of Kashir, even if that means challenging her own bloodline. With the skills of a Jedi and the instincts of a ruler, Anavi is slowly becoming a force to be reckoned with. She hopes that by healing her planet's fractured state, she can create a lasting legacy of peace and prosperity, one that will outlive the bloodshed and selfishness of her predecessors. Her ultimate goal is not just to restore order, but to change the very system of governance that allowed her world to decay in the first place—though she knows the path will be long and fraught with danger.

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STORY ARCS

Coming Soon!

EQUIPMENT

Work in Process!

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STRENGTHS & WEAKNESSES

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RELATIONSHIPS

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Family:

• Tor-Mak Varran | Father | King of Kashir
• Miri Vandala | Mother | A Queen of Kashir

Friends:

• Caelan Valoren | Childhood Friend | King of Devit

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[Kitter Bitters]

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