<div class="floatright">(http://images4.fanpop.com/image/photos/16900000/Todd-Ingram-scott-pilgrim-vs-the-world-16936105-640-352.jpg)</div>Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=824894)<br/>Name: Taro Dek<br/>Race: Arkanian<br/>Age: 28<br/>Class: Noble/Soldier (in that order)<br/><br/><strong>Appearance</strong><br/>A rather tall man, somewhat lightly built.  His nearly white hair hair is short, but impeccably groomed.  He has a full beard and mustache which, given the cloudy, undiscernable eyes of Arkanians, make for an almost completely unreadable face.  His clothing is thick, slightly loose-fitting for comfort, and well-tailored.<br/><br/><strong>Personality</strong><br/>His current personality would be one of hesitating superiority, his full confidence coming in bear when in more academic or business settings.  Like many who have been accustomed to getting their way, he is not one to balk at expressing his goals or desires.<br/><br/><strong>Background</strong><br/>Taro Dek's family owns a small droid company more than slightly tied to Czerka.  Their droids are known to be durable, but often feature programming difficulties.  Taro is the heir to this company, and has been groomed to take over, having been made to study mechanics, computer programming, and negotiation from childhood.<br/><br/>At the age of 30, his parents gave him a rather odd ultimatum: if he couldn't prove himself as a warrior by the age of 35, then he would not inherit the company.  His family had long had ties to Mandalorian culture.  For generations, there had been a tradition of combat, either as a result of circumstance or a more expedient path to further business ambitions.  While Arkanians preferred to best competitors through intellectual superiority, they were quite pragmatic, and knew that some races could be overpowered more easily than outmaneuvered.<br/><br/>His task received, he immediately found an organization willing to train him in the use of arms without requiring commitment.  For the moment, he still had the benefits of his family's resources, after all.  He learned quickly, and was surprised to discover that he had a natural toughness that many among his status did not possess.  Foregoing the common noble pursuits of fencing, he went straight for proficiency with the blaster rifle.<br/><br/>Within a couple of years he'd learned all of the basics and decided he was ready.  He purchased some traveling equipment, a protocol droid from the family-owned distributorship, and...nothing else, as his family's cred chip was deactivated.  There was no error.  He'd been cut off.  From that point on all he had were the couple of hundred credits on a personal chip, his gear, and one increasingly unhelpful droid.<br/><br/>The droid, a Z3-P0, was one of the many...slightly unserviceable droids his family's company produced, with only a portion of the memory expected of droids and a significant portion of said memory unalteringly devoted to Jedi lore.  He had no source of transportation, an insignificant amount of credits, and the droid.<br/><br/>He made his way to the officially un-official Jedi Academy.  Using his skills in negotiation, he convinced the Council to "buy" the droid off of him, as well as secure his aid in matters pertaining to the security of the Academy.  In addition, he would be allowed to make use of Academy resources, limited though they were, when not in conflict with Council objectives.  One such resource would turn out to be a rather promising padawan who had excelled at lightsaber combat.