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ROWAN EE'EVERWEST
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Full Name | Rowan Ilrian Ee'everwest |
Alias(es) | Pilgrim |
Age | mid-twenties |
Character Class(es) | Republic Guard & High Assembly Commando |
Homeworld | Naboo |
Rank(s) | Agent |
Faction(s) | |
Species | Naboo Human |
Language(s) | Galactic Basic, High Galactic |
Gender | Male |
Force Sensitive | No |
Force Alignment | N/A |
Character Alignment | Lawful Good |
Height | Tall |
Weight | Skinny-athletic |
Hair | Red |
Eyes | Brown |
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Overview
Family & Personal History
Appearance
Personality & Traits
Skills & Abilities
Equipment
Connections
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GENERAL INFORMATION
Rowan Ee'everwest, Twenty-Four, Ghost in a Gilded Frame, Sacred Steel beneath the Silks. Nobility bred, sanctified in shadow. They say he still prays before pulling a trigger, they're not wrong, but it doesn't mean he won't pull it. An officer in Domestic Security, Rowan serves the Republic not from starship bridges, but from the hushed corridors of the High Assembly, city alleys that never see sunlight, and intelligence debriefs that never make it to public record. He is the Republic's velvet blade, and his silence is a sentence.
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Rowan was born in the city of Velisia, the only child of Amidia Ee'everwest, youngest daughter of Iliran and Vere Ee'everwest, and Rodmin Kemét, a Hosnian Prime lawman with a spine of durasteel and a heart Rowan never got the chance to fully know.HISTORY
Amidia, refined and reserved, spent most of her life in the hallowed halls of the Basilica of Shiraya. As a girl, she had little interest in galactic affairs or politics, she preferred the solitude of temple gardens and the lyrical weight of spiritual texts. It was on a rare family holiday in Theed that she met Rodmin, a gruff but charming security officer from Hosnian Prime visiting the city. He was blunt where she was quiet, world-weary where she was untested, but something clicked. Letters turned into visits, and visits turned into vows. Rodmin left behind the city of stars to join the Royal Security Corps on Naboo, eventually marrying into Amidia's noble house and taking her name.
Rodmin was killed during the Nether Cataclysm, while aiding evacuation efforts across southern Naboo. His father's death left a silence in the family that never quite healed. Raised by his mother in the shadow of the Basilica, Rowan became a devout believer in the teachings of Shiraya, not merely as comfort, but as a lens through which he tried to make sense of a galaxy that took too much, too early.
Though he longed to follow in his father's footsteps, to serve in the Royal Security Corps and protect the people of Naboo directly, Amidia forbade it. Fearful of losing him too, she steered him toward the Navy, a "safer" path, though Rowan quickly learned that no corner of the galaxy is truly safe. Still, he flourished. At the Royal Naval Academy of Theed, he earned distinction after distinction, not just for his aptitude, but for his poise. Near graduation he pivoted again, pulled into the deeper currents of Republic Intelligence after an encounter with an RIS recruiter who saw through the uniform to the precision underneath.
He vanished from the public eye for years, his name whispered but his actions unrecorded. Fieldwork in Domestic Security followed: surveillance, infiltration, and the velvet-tight grip of High Assembly protection. Now a fully commissioned Republic Guard and High Assembly Commando, Rowan protects the inner sanctum of the High Republic, its people, its ideals, and its secrets.
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APPEARANCE
Rowan looks like the answer to a question you're too scared to ask. Towering, lithe, with the same carved-in-marble presence of his noble lineage. His hair's a stormy red/gold that won't stay flat, and his eyes are deep green with a trace of judgment no one asked for. He dresses with a militant monk's precision: tailored, practical, but always polished.
When on duty, his armor bears the minimalist sigil of Domestic Security, obsidian and red, unmarked save for his unit stripes. Off-duty? He's just as precise. Nothing about him says "casual." Even his silence feels choreographed.
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PERSONALITY
Rowan is serenity dressed in suspicion. Polite to a fault, but every word feels like it's checking your vitals. He has the kind of charisma that doesn't spark, it simmers. People respect him, fear him, and occasionally want to save him from himself. He politely declines.
Underneath the calm is a man at war with his instincts. Trained to detect weakness but cursed with compassion. Rowan wants to believe in goodness: in the Republic, in people, but he's been conditioned to watch for betrayal. It's exhausting, but he wears the mask anyway.
He prays often. Not for safety, but for clarity. He doesn't believe he'll live long enough to retire. That, too, is prayed for.STRENGTHS & WEAKNESSES
Strengths:- Counterintelligence Prodigy: Intuitive grasp of behavioral patterns, deception, and subterfuge. Can read a room like it's a tactical map.
- Unshakable Calm: Maintains composure under duress. His stillness in high-risk ops is almost eerie.
- Combat Precision: Trained in close-quarters combat, hostage extractions, and non-lethal disarmament, the ghost in the room with a silencer.
- Loyal to the Ideal: He believes in the Republic. Not blindly, but fiercely, the dream of it, not the people running it.
- Emotional Isolation: Trust is a currency he hoards. Even those closest to him don't really know him.
- Moral Rigidity: Struggles with gray areas. The world keeps reminding him not everything can be solved by truth or duty.
- Burnout Masked as Discipline: He is constantly overextended and refuses to admit it. He'll collapse with perfect posture.
- Haunted by Faith: His spirituality gives him peace, but it also binds him in guilt, he sees failure as a kind of sin.
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NOTABLE SKILLS
- Advanced Surveillance & Encryption: Expert in signal tapping, surveillance networks, and secure comm protocols.
- Tactical Disguise & Social Infiltration: Can move through gala halls and black markets with equal ease, changes persona like a ritual.
- Weapon Training: Specializes in short-blade combat and compact sidearms. Silent, efficient, and terrifying.
- Cultural Linguistics: Fluent in political dialects, high court etiquette, and at least four major galactic languages. Reads body language like scripture.
- Temple-Taught Discipline: Spiritual resilience, enhanced focus through meditation, and resistance to mental manipulation.
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EQUIPMENT
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