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Yao Powzaa
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Name: Yao Powzaa
Species: Nautolan
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Height: 6'0
Weight: 188 lbs
Homeworld: Glee Anselm
Faction: Silver Jedi Order
Rank: Silver Guardian
Yao Powzaa was born in the murky water-world of Glee Anselm. In his younger days as a tadpole, Powzaa's parents often found the young Nautiloid doing things that would otherwise be... impossible, such as exhibiting what untapped echo of the Force lied within him in the form of levitating small objects and toys. His parents knew these abilities were the telltale signs of a Force-sensitive, and perhaps he could go on to greater things - reach greater heights as a Jedi, become a keeper of the peace, but despite it all, he was still their son, their baby boy - and they were ever reluctant to give over their only child to a group of space monks. So they didn't.
It was the rough age of thirteen where Powzaa's parents disembarked from Glee Anselm, for his father was on a business transfer to Coruscant where they could live a significantly more luxurious life. Things, however took a turn for the worse when the space shuttle carrying the family was high-jacked by a group of bandits who were really just looking for someone to hold for ransom to nab a couple hundred thousand credits or whatever a sentient life was worth those days. Ever conservative, however, Powzaa's father brandished his holdout blaster and opened fire on the bandits whilst ordering Powzaa and his mother to hide.
Blinded in the haze of neon, deafened by the screech of plasmatic flame, Powzaa was whisked away by his mother to the rear of the small shuttle, wherein Yao could only huddle up in fear as he heard the agonizing howls of pain as each blaster bolt perforated his shallow flesh. That was it, Powzaa could only think. His father was dead, the bandits were going to capture his family, hold him for ransom - he'd probably become a slave and if nobody would buy him, he'd possibly die. How could life be so cruel as to rip him of his father and then jettison him into the nethers of the galaxy?
The footfalls drew closer as the pirate gang came upon the door to the corridor where Yao and his mother were hiding for their lives. Several, repeated slams against the door, and it seemed as if it were soon to give way. All his mother could really do in such a situation was hold him tighter yet - as if it would do anything but offer solemn comfort - and those offers were vehemently accepted, despite knowing full-well the end was nigh. Slam, after slam, after slam, until finally it burst open in a spew of sparks.
The men poised their blasters - set for stun, of course. Yao felt something urging him to stop being a coward and take action. And he felt something overwhelm him, as if a power he'd never quite truly understood but had always been within was just screaming for its chance to be unleashed. And who was he to deny that offer? So, just before the fired, the young Nautolan with a mighty scream thrust both arms forward, and in a show of raw Force energy, the desperados were flung back through the doorway, Ah, a momentary solution to a much deadlier problem. Now that they'd realized he was Force-sensitive, they weren't going to mess around and try to hold him for ransom. It was shoot-to-kill.
Powzaa was panting - he had no more of that left in him, and his mother was in awe. Powzaa stumbled to his feet in eery harmony with the bandits, and for a fleeting moment he met their gaze - and their eyes... true unfiltered malice, the unforgivable lust to end another sentient being's life. Sheer hatred, it made the Nautolan wince. A sensitive species, Powzaa couldn't help but feed off of the anger, the murderous intent, the lust for blood. Something was crackling inside of him - howling for more blood... and who was he to deny that offer?
Powzaa thrust his arms out yet again, slammed against the walls. And again. And again, and again, and again. Until only one was left conscious, or alive. The last of them steadied and aimed his blaster, and as Yao prepared for another push, he realized the aim... it wasn't poised toward him. For all of his "righteous" fury, he was powerless to react in time. The blaster bolt sizzled past Powzaa, grazing his cheek, leaving the boy to yelp in pain and drop to the ground, all the while the bolt met its intended target: his mother's chest.
What had he done? The fiend had shot his mother. Yao was quick to charge for her, and quite futilely shaked her dying body. Keening over her loss, he felt a terrifying mix of unyielding rage, and shattering sadness, and the lurching lonliness knowing that in the span of a few minutes he had gone from a young boy with the brightest of futures, to an orphaned seemingly destined to die. He almost gave in to the rage that was just beckoning for him to grasp as it had been doing, to give him the POWER to exact his revenge.
And then, he heard it, a blade of sheer energy, slipping right inside of its target. Powzaa jerked his collar back to see a blade of emerald light, about five inches inside of the bandit, and it swiftly retracted. The man was a Rodian, his face covered in the shadow of the cowl hung over his head, yet Powzaa could feel his remorse and guilt for not arriving sooner. The Rodian took a few minutes to console Yao, and thusly explained he was departing Coruscant from a mission when he sensed the Nautolan's signature - and oncoming danger, alas, his ship had arrived too late.
The unconsolable crying whelp was given an offer - eek out whatever life he could as an orphaned teenage Nautolan with no job, or use his Force sensitivity to prevent the horrors that had transpired in that shuttle that had become the grave of too many from ever happening again. He chose the latter. Taken back to Kashyyyk with a ripe scar across his cheek, after being checked into the medical bay, the Rodian Jedi Leeblos Keen became Yao Powzaa's master, and thus began his introduction into the Silver Jedi Order.
An entirely new world of possibilities had been unlocked for Yao, however, the loss of his parents stifled his training. Haunted by their brutal deaths every time he'd try to sleep. With Keen's help, Powzaa was able to devote himself entirely to ensuring what had happened to his family, what he had to endure, would never have to happen for any boy or girl across the galaxy. His training was rough, intense, Leeblos was a firm, straight-forward man, and exactly what Yao needed in his time of strife. Leeblos was master of Form V, Djem So. And was the primary form Yao was taught. His years as a Padawan opened him up to the true galaxy beyond, and in his adventures with his master, he only became more devoted to this goal.
The day came when he took his trials, to become a Knight. A momentous occassion. Was he ready? Was the question he asked his master, and the Rodian answered in his usual straightforward way.
"You'll never know until you try."
The 21 year old Nautolan trusted in the judgment of his master, himself, and above all, the Force. The trials were among the greatest hardships in his life - yet he emerged the other end a knight. And as time progressed, Powzaa stepped up to his duty, and to fulfill his destiny as a keeper of the peace and preserver of life - a Silver Guardian.
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A green-skinned Nautolan with wide glossy black eyes, Powzaa adorns a Jedi Tunic, with brown robes atop, rather simplistic wear befitting of his nomadic and monastic lifestyle. He keeps his lightsaber strapped to his belt. Due to the events surrounding the deaths of his parents, Yao also has a blaster bolt scar on the side of his cheek.
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Strengths and Weaknesses
Yao's greatest strength is his mastery of the lightsaber form Djem So, placing heavy reliance on a stalwart defense - and a viscious counter, unwilling to give the opponent any room to breathe, with the intent being such to remove their ability to effectively reform their defense, and crush what's left.
However, due to the form's sometimes demanding offensive nature, Yao can be easily exhausted if his relentless counters are indeed repelled, and exploiting this weakness could very easily prove his downfall. Alas, the Nautolan also harbors a mental weakness. Thirteen years have passed since the murder of his parents, and still, he has not recovered entirely. Any who know of this can easily utilize it in a fight to throw off his game and thus attain a winning edge.
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Yao owns a single highly-customized lightsaber he can truly call his own. With a green adegan crystal, hilt made of a simple alloy metal, fitted with a bifurcating-cyclical ignition pulse and dual phase function, and equipped with an ion energy cell to better deliver more powerful attacks against both organics and droids. Powzaa also possesses a Jedi utility belt and his own personal starfighter of indiscriminate make and model.
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