<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Character</div><div class="spoiler_body">Sil'rosa had been chosen to join the Jedi Order at a young age.  She spent her early years training with the Jedi, and had yet to reach her teenage years when she was sent with the Jedi Knight Uonel to witness diplomacy on a supposedly safe planet.  Order 66 occurred while they were on the planet, and Sil'rosa survived only because of the skill of Uonel and the aid of the planetary forces.  Uonel was injured, and Sil'rosa was forced to flee the planet to escape capture or death. <br/><br/>In the roughly two decades that followed, Sil'rosa wandered the Outer Rim.  She took what work she could, while trying to avoid the gaze of the Empire.  She has a deep seated hatred of the Empire and most any member of it, and a desire to get revenge and restore her order.  Unfortunately, her emotions are starting to get the better of her at times. <br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/df/Twilek_Jedi_Knight_Cindrollic.jpg)</div><tt class="bbc_tt"><br/>Sil'rosa<br/>Twi'lek<br/>Career: Technician<br/>Specializations: Mechanic, Force Sensitive Exile<br/><br/>Background: The High and Mighty, Enemies and Antagonists<br/>Obligation: Bounty, Obsession<br/>Ambition: Religion<br/><br/><br/>Brawn:     2<br/>Agility:   3<br/>Intellect: 2<br/>Cunning:   3<br/>Willpower: 2<br/>Presence:  3<br/><br/>Wound:  12<br/>Strain: 13<br/><br/>Astrogation<br/>Brawl<br/>Charm                 *<br/>Computers<br/>Coordination          *<br/>Discipline            * <br/>Knowledge (Outer Rim) *<br/>Mechanics             *<br/>Perception            *<br/>Piloting (Space) <br/>Ranged (Light)        *<br/>Skulduggery           *<br/><br/>May remove one setback die due to arid/hot environments.<br/>Force Rating 1<br/><br/>Equipment: Blaster Pistol, Heavy Clothing<br/><br/>Force Sensitive Exile (20xp)<br/>Brawn 2 (20xp)<br/>Agility 3 (30xp)<br/>Cunning 3 (30xp)<br/>Ranged (Light) 1 (10xp)</tt></div></div><br/><br/>Sil’rosa couldn’t help but sigh as she keyed the door to her small apartment shut and turned to head down the alley and towards the main road.  She brushed one long lekku back over her shoulder without really thinking about it, her mind elsewhere.  It had been decades now, since she’d been a Padawan of the Jedi Order, but still every day it filled her mind.  Was that man she saw eyeing her a spy for the Empire?  Or just interested in something more, primal.  Was today the day she’d have to flee again, or would it be another day of drudgery?  When was she going to take up the battle she had promised herself she would?<br/><br/>It had been decades, and she had done nothing.  She hadn’t sought out the Rebellion she’d heard of.  She hadn’t so much as lifted a finger against the Empire, except when she had to flee.  It had been years since she had last fired her blaster pistol, concealed beneath the heavy clothes she wore, in anything but practice.<br/><br/>Sil’rosa was an attractive specimen of the Twi’lek species.  Her skin was a deep blue and free of any real imperfection.  Her figure was, impressive, with long legs, a narrow waist, wide hips, and a full bust.  Her lips were slightly pouty, always leaning towards a frown, and her teeth were white and straight.  She wore thick leggings, heavy duty work boots that came up nearly to her knees, a white tunic, and a vest covered in pockets.  An interior pocket had her pistol, the exterior pockets held various tools.  She had on a leather headdress, but it was plain and functional.<br/><br/>It wasn’t far from Sil’rosa’s apartment to her place of work, a largely unremarkable shop on Sanrafsix where she worked as a technician.  The pay was, poor, the hours were unpleasant, and the work was occasionally questionable.  But neither her boss nor the clients asked questions, which was ideal for her.<br/><br/>When she arrived, she took up her seat in a back room without more than a wave at the other employees, and began to tinker with a particularly stubborn piece of equipment that she needed to repair.  The workspace was hot, thankfully something her species was accustomed to, and cramped with gear and parts stacked high.  It let her work in privacy, a shelf to one side and a pile of parts to the other.<br/>