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Efren Rizal

Birthplace	Coruscant
Age	18
Rank	Jedi Padawan
Faction	Galactic Alliance
Species	Human
Force Sensitive	Yes
Height	6'1"
Weight	155lb
Hair Color	Unknown
Eye Color	Brown

Efren Rizal is a former criminal and misfit turned Jedi under the tutelage of Valery Noble and has become known for his absurdly wild antics.

THEME
Jessie Reyez & grandson - Rain / DPR LIVE - Diamond + And Pearls
Pusha T & Mako - Misfit Toys / Denzel Curry - Take_it_Back_v2
Nelly Furtado - Maneater / Saweetie (ft. Kehlani) - ICY GRL

PERSONALITY
If you had to describe Efren in four words, it would be ‘hopelessly reckless’ and ‘recklessly stupid.’ He is a sarcastic and teasing madman trapped in the body of an eighteen year-old boy. ‘Consequences’ is not a word in his vocabulary, and as a result, he has a heavy weakness for gambling and unnecessary risk.

Efren’s also a flirt, and shamelessly so. Boys, girls. What’s the harm in courting both? This, of course, has led to him being what some might consider both a ‘player’ and a ‘heartbreaker,’ which has earned him quite a fair share of slaps.

BIOGRAPHY
Efren began his rise to fame through a number of stunts and pranks against wealthy residents of Coruscant’s upper levels. These harmless jokes ranged from recoloring traffic lights in planetary orbit to torching a senator’s luxury model speeder, and from graffiti to straight up arson.

His pranks eventually reached a point where Jedi intervention was demanded, leading to his discovery and, after great trouble, his capture.

Found by Jedi Master Valery Noble, as fate would have it, Efren possessed a strong connection to the Force, the driving reason behind his many escapes. Now, faced with the choice of either prison or indoctrination into the Jedi Order, Efren made the only sensible decision.

He went to prison.

Well, only for a day. Upon realizing his detention center did not offer proper plumbing, Efren had a change of heart and, with some begging on Valery’s part (totally not the other way around), he was soon made her padawan. Thus began his life as a Jedi, and the end of his reign of terror on the rich.

Or was it? ​

 

[Maeve Linahan]

“Don’t flatter yourself, Cale. You’re more a nuisance than a distraction.”

Another smirk floated to Maeve’s lips. If he wanted to keep teasing her, fine. Two could play at that game. She could do it all night. Regular conversation, though? Not so easy.

Maeve shouldn’t have been surprised by his answer—of course he’d have flirted around or messed with other women—but still, she lifted an eyebrow, half-curious to hear more and half-tempted to down more wine. Was she jealous? Certainly not. Absolutely not. She was just a little surprised, was all. Nothing more to it.

“Right,” Maeve said. “Well, we all have to start somewhere.”

She thumbed through her menu, which served as the perfect excuse not to look Cale in the eyes as she told him, “I’ve had my fair share of dealings, too. Nothing special or worth mentioning, but I know what you mean.”

She didn’t. Every word Maeve said was a bare-faced lie, because she had never done anything even remotely close to intimate before. For Skywalker’s sake, Cale had been her first real kiss. She didn’t know the first thing about intimacy.

Not that he needed to know. She’d read enough books on the subject.

Couldn’t be so different from the real thing, could it?

Maeve opened her mouth to go on, but as if on cue, the waitress returned, and thank the Force she did. Maeve was ready to bury that conversation in an early grave.

“I’m back!” Raya said cheerfully. “Have we decided on what we want to order now?” Little pen in hand, she bit the end and smiled at Cale. “What about you, sir? Anything catch your eye?”

Cale Gunderson​

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[Danton]

Danton made for Valery’s home, laughing all the while.

The voices were growing stronger. Kill, a chorus of them said. Kill! They screamed at him to fight, to burn, to set the entire forest ablaze along with Val’s miserable little family. His fingers twitched, almost tempted to give in to the thought, but to his own surprise, the Jedi Master beat him to it first.

Flames roared to life just shy from where he stood. He’d been so close—almost to the clearing that led to her home—but no matter. Danton had expected Valery would chase him down before he could make it to her doorstep, and he was more than ready to meet the shouting fury in her eyes. She wanted to fight? Then he would happily oblige.

A dark silhouette against the firelight, he slowly turned to face her. With a sigh, he shook his head and tsked. “That bloodthirsty, are we? How predictable.”

Facing her down, Danton sloughed off his robes and switched on his saber again, bleeding red. Fire danced in his eyes. “I was hoping to get close enough to your family so that they could watch as I killed you, but I suppose that can wait. We don’t need an audience. I just need you.”

He aimed his lightsaber towards her, breaking out in another smile. “Your head, in particular. Now, why don’t you be so kind as to give it to me, for old time’s sake?”

Valery Noble​

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[Maeve Linahan]

Giant oily skeleton monster? Maeve resisted the urge to snort. “Apt description.”

She rubbed at her side, but drew it back when she sensed the worry in Eloise’s voice again. She shook her head. “I’m fine. Just... tired.”

Her thoughts flitted back to her dream—memories of her childhood, the smiling faces of her parents, followed by a sharp stab of grief. Of course, she was not the only one to carry the burden of a family lost. Maeve remembered what little the spirit had said to Eloise.

All you know is how to destroy. Just like your parents.

Seemed they both had past pains to deal with, but Maeve wouldn’t pry. That was a trial only for Eloise to take, but if her actions today said anything, she trusted the girl would push through it. Perhaps better than Maeve ever could.

“I’m eager to be off this planet,” she said, pushing back up to her feet despite her weak legs and the dizzy spell that came over her as she did. “The Council will want to hear what’s happened—besides half the convent burning down—but Pashvi is safe from Sith influence for now.”

A nod as she moved for the cockpit. “Just leaves us with the other half of the galaxy.”

End Thread.​

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[Efren Rizal]

"Uh, what? I think what you meant to say was—"

Too late. With a dismissive wave, Es'tella returned to paging through her fashion catalogue. Efren was rendered speechless. As he turned to leave her tidy office, he rubbed the back of his head, speaking again only once they'd fallen out of her earshot.

"Man, this sucks."

Efren resisted the urge to pout. He barely even knew how to work a caf machine. A delivery boy he could be, but taking calls? Playing secretary? It sounded monstrously boring and disgustingly sad. He wanted to be on the catwalk. A model, or stylist, or something other than a glorified clerk.

"Oh, whatever," he said. "I'm adaptable. Ya hear what she said about me? She thinks I'm confident. Pretty enough not to need training, either." He nudged Jayce with one elbow. "But hey, man. Lucky you. You got assigned to the beauty department. Maybe next time I see ya, you'll be drenched in blush and mismatched foundation. Who knows, maybe we'll even have matching hair dye?"

His laugh was almost taunting before he turned towards the break room. "Nah, you can leave it up to me to find our Sith. Hell, if Madame Wyntur takes her caf black, she's definitely the one we're looking for."

Jayce Rotsu​

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