Mr. Bones
Grey Jedi Hermit
Dopi Bones. Blind Man. Grey Jedi. Hermit. Fortune teller. He was all of these to the people on Dantooine, living up in a small hut on the top of a Mountain, meditating 5 miles inside of a winding cave that spirals inside of the Mountain, leading to a medium sized room where he sat in the middle of it. He'd Meditate with his Walking stick in front of him, his eyes closed, and his mind reaching out to the Force, for peace, tranquility, and knowledge. Dopi is a Grey Jedi, one who was balanced in both sides of the Force, and a peaceful used of it at that. He had no Lightsaber, only his Stick. He had no Blaster, only the Force. He had no Ship, only the Will of the Force. He did have Credits, that he did have. If anyone wanted to reach him, there was a stone trail that led straight up to the top of his mountain from the Capital City on Dantooine. He was welcoming to all forms of Sentience, from Sith, to Jedi, Male, Female, Human, Droid, Alien, it didn't matter to him. He welcomed any form of company in his abode, as he awaited whoever would come through next, this being to him, undetermined.