Egon Canaan
Unremembered
Aliases | N/A |
Class(es) | N/A |
Birthplace | Naboo |
Age | Young Adult |
Rank(s) | N/A |
Faction(s) | Free Agent |
Species | Near-Human |
Languages | Galactic Basic |
Gender | Male |
Force Sensitive | YES |
Force Alignment | Neutral |
Principle Alignment | Lawful Neutral |
Height | 5'11 |
Weight | 156 lbs. |
Hair Color | Black |
Eye Color | Blue |
Skin Color | Pallid |
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"Be careful, lest in casting out your demon you exorcise the best thing in you."
THEMATICS
[Wet Leather][Beware][Igneous]
PSYCHOLOGY
INTP | 5w6 | RLOEI | Melancholic-CholericWithdrawn | Laconic | Incredulous | Austere
Reserved | Analytical | Methodical
Melancholic | Caustic | Solicitous | PerceptiveSTRENGTHS & WEAKNESSES▲ INQUISITIVE
▲ OBJECTIVE
▲ OBSERVANT▼ INSENSITIVE
▼ CRITICAL
▼ ALOOF
▼ CAPRICIOUS
Dread, I remember the dread. Dread, fear, and the vague workings of an unfortunate circumstance. Now hows, no whys, nothing that could substantiate even the murkiest of what ifs. There are a few details I've acquired secondhand, though it's been rather difficult to wade through the hearsay for something solid. I've discerned, at the very least, that I had enemies back on Naboo. I couldn't tell you who they were, or why I had caught their ire. Whoever they were, they had it out for me enough to put a slug in the back of my head.
I'm sure they'll be as surprised as the physician who pulled me out of the gutter when they found out I survived. If they ever find out, that is. I'm not particularly keen on getting in their way again, to tell you the truth. My capacity for hindsight didn't go the way of my memory when that slug scrambled my brain. It's a wonder I'm even able to speak, let alone breathe.
Egon Canaan is my name. Post-almost-humously, at least. I don't remember what it was before. Canaan on behalf of Doctor Canaan, the man who liberated me from bloating in a canal. I don't know his first name, he wouldn't tell me. He insisted a layer of obfuscation was necessary for his line of work. Egon was the name of some holodrama protagonist I overheard whilst recovering. The flow of the two names together really resonated with me. Closest to what my name was before as I'll ever get, I think. Four syllables.
Blood samples filled in what gaps I couldn't discern for myself, thanks to Doctor Canaan. Genetic markers screamed Naboo as if my ability to speak the language didn't say that already. Protein analysis puts me in the range of Seventeen to Twenty years old. Not too precise, but it's good enough when working from nothing, I guess. No close genetic relation to anyone in the database to which he had access. Plenty of distant relatives, but that's hardly helpful. A significantly higher than average midi-chlorian count, though Doctor Canaan was just as unsure as I was of what that meant, exactly.
Even with all the data we extracted from my essence, we were no closer to answers. At least, I wasn't. I have a strong inclination Doctor Canaan knew much more than he let on. His insistence to get me off Naboo and into the core worlds only fueled that suspicion further. Whoever wanted me in the dirt would be rather crossed with someone saving my life, I imagine. Something tells me he was dreadfully aware of that...
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KEEN PERCEPTION INHUMAN INTUITION ACQUIRED SAVANT SYNDROME ATTENTIVE LEARNER LANGUAGETHE FORCE- Naboo (Native)
- Fluent
- Galactic Basic
- Fluent
- Untrained
COMBATGENERAL- Marksmanship (Competent)
- Zavat (Proficient)
- DEXTERITY SKILLS
- STEALTH (Competent)
- KNOWLEDGE SKILLS
- COMPUTERS (Skilled)
- LANGUAGES (Proficient)
- RESEARCH (Gifted)
- STREETWISE (Proficient)
- MECHANICAL SKILLS
- ASTROGATION (Poor)
- PILOTING (Novice)
- PERCEPTION SKILLS
- DETECT LIE (Skilled)
- INVESTIGATION (Gifted)
- STRENGTH SKILLS
- ACROBATICS (Competent)
- CHARISMA SKILLS
- AMIABLITIY (Poor)
- EMPATHY (Poor)
- PERSUASION (Competent)
- Naboo (Native)
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ARC I: GHOST OF PERDITION
TO BE WRITTEN...
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NameDescriptionN/A N/A this could be you tbd your name and face here tbd this could be us but you ain't threadin
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