Oriah Katarn
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Full Name | Oriah "Rye" Katarn |
Alias(es) | Rye |
Age | Mid Twenties |
Character Class(es) | Smuggler Cantina Owner Reluctant Force Adept |
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Rank(s) | N/A |
Faction(s) | |
Species | Human |
Language(s) | Multilingual |
Gender | Female |
Force Sensitive | Emerging/Latent |
Force Alignment | N/A |
Character Alignment | Chaotic Good |
Height | 5'7" |
Weight | N/A |
Hair | Dirty Blonde |
Eyes | Brown |
Playby | Kiera Knightley |
Color | Green |
Writer | dynamitedelight9173 |
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GENERAL INFORMATION
Oriah "Rye" Katarn is a complex character haunted by her family legacy and a manipulative past. Born into the shadow of the legendary Kyle Katarn, she felt stifled by expectations and yearned for a purpose. This led her to Jarek, a charismatic but abusive figure who isolated her and chipped away at her identity. Trapped and controlled, she discovered a dormant connection to the Force and the guidance of Taalin, an apparition with fragmented memories of her past life, suggesting she was once a powerful and perhaps ruthless figure.
Having escaped Jarek, Rye is now attempting to forge a new life for herself on the remote world of Chiron as the owner of a cantina called The Last Light. She is respected and self-sufficient, but her past traumas linger, manifesting in nightmares and a persistent fear of being found. Despite her efforts to bury her past, Rye senses that her destiny is not yet fulfilled, and that Taalin and the secrets of her past life are still calling to her.
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HISTORY
Oriah "Rye" Katarn was born on Lianna, wrapped in the soft security of a family legacy tied to the legendary rebel Kyle Katarn. A name like that was supposed to mean something: heroism, destiny, greatness. But to Rye, it was a cage made of expectations. Her childhood was full of comfort, but it lacked gravity. Everything was safe. Predictable. Boring.
Then came Jarek.
He was older, clever, and poisoned with charm. He spoke in riddles and promises, always just cryptic enough to sound profound. He told her she was special, not in a comforting way, but in the way someone tells you you're a broken weapon waiting to be useful. He said she had potential... just not enough on her own. But with him? With him, she could be more than the echo of a family name. She could be real.
She left with him. Of course she did. She was young, starry-eyed, and starving for purpose.
Bonadan was nothing like the stories he told. Gone were the adventures, the bright futures, the freedom. What she found instead was gray skies and Jarek's grip tightening around her life. She wasn't a partner, she was a possession. He chipped away at her identity with surgical cruelty.
"You'll never live up to him," he said, eyes dark.
"You're not a Katarn. You're a lost little girl pretending."
She tried to run once, early on. Just once. He found her before she could even reach the shuttleport. After that, the message was clear.
"You think Lianna will save you?" he whispered, face calm, voice like ice.
"I will find you. Wherever you go. This galaxy isn't big enough to hide from me."
So she stayed. Not because she wanted to, but because she believed him. Because he made her believe that if she ever tried again, there'd be nowhere to go that he wouldn't follow. That home was no longer an option. That the only path left was through him.
In that fog of fear and self-loathing, she found a lightsaber in a dusty, forgotten shop. Its crystal was dead. Its hilt half-rusted. But when her hand closed around it, something in her woke up.
And with it came Taalin, an apparition of the Force, a voice that cut through the noise like light through smoke. He didn't mock her. He didn't belittle her. He believed in her.
Taalin became the tether to a future she hadn't dared to imagine.
And slowly, she began to realize, Taalin knew her. Not just now. From before.
He spoke her name with familiarity, sometimes slipping and calling her something else. He remembered things she'd never said, places she'd never been, and battles she's only dreamed of. According to Taalin, Rye isn't just someone with a dormant connection to the Force, she's someone who's been here before. Someone powerful. Someone dangerous.
Rye's past life is a puzzle with bloody edges. The fragments are ugly. She doesn't remember them clearly, but they come in flashes, people kneeling, screaming, obeying. A red sky over a broken moon. A saber that didn't glow blue or green, but white-hot from being burned into submission.
She wakes up from these dreams sick, trembling, and afraid, not of the visions, but of the part of her that doesn't flinch.
Taalin says she was once his friend. That they fought together. That she was brilliant, bold, and feared. He tells her she has the chance to be something greater again.
He doesn't say what she was.
And she doesn't ask.
Not yet.
And then came the final breaking point. Jarek was betrayed in some backroom arms deal, left bloodied and delirious, barely conscious. And for once, he wasn't looking. He couldn't follow.
So she left. No hesitation. No notes. Just the silence he had always feared, her silence.
But she didn't go back to Lianna. That door was sealed. If she returned, he'd find her. That was the part of his threat she still believed.
Instead, she vanished into the backwater world of Chiron, a speck of dry grasslands and endless skies where the stars felt distant and safe. In a scrappy outpost called Dustwind, she remade herself again. At first, she smuggled whatever would fit in a crate. Then she took jobs nobody else wanted, jobs that required a quiet ship, steady hands, and no questions. She kept her name quiet, let her past fade into rumor, and moved in the shadows. Eventually, she scraped together enough credits to buy a cantina, barely more than a shell, really. But it had four walls, a roof, and no ghosts.
She rebuilt it herself. Every board, every bolt. Slowly, The Last Light became a haven for the weary, the lost, the too-dangerous-to-be-seen. A place where the drinks are cheap, the questions are fewer, and the blaster bolts stay outside. Rye became part of Dustwind's undercurrent, quiet, respected, and not to be messed with.
She told herself she was free. She even started to believe it.
But there are nights when she jolts awake, heart pounding, sure she's heard Jarek's voice.
Sure he's near.
There are nights when the dreams claw back in, visions of who she once was, what she once did, and a familiar figure kneeling before her, again and again.
And there are nights, worst of all, when she feels something like longing in the Force. Like something is still waiting for her to come back. Taalin never says it. But sometimes, in the silence between words, she feels it.
He's not done with her.
And neither is the past.
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APPEARANCE
Rye has a face that balances nobility and grit. Long, wind-tossed brown hair often tied back messily, sharp cheekbones, and storm-gray eyes that look like they've seen things they'd rather forget. She wears layered, practical clothing: dust-colored jackets, fingerless gloves, and sturdy boots. A blaster holstered low on her hip and an old lightsaber tucked away like a secret she hasn't decided to share.
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PERSONALITY
Rye is a survivor wrapped in barbed wire. She's resourceful, skeptical, and tenacious. Trauma hasn't made her weak, it's made her sharp. But there's a haunted quality to her: a woman who can run a cantina full of smugglers and thieves but flinches at a certain kind of voice. She's kind to the vulnerable, merciless to manipulators, and deeply conflicted about her connection to the Force.
She's a reluctant leader, protective of her people, but afraid of becoming what she once ran from. Underneath the edge? Still that little girl who wanted to matter. And maybe, buried under that, something older. Something colder.STRENGTHS & WEAKNESSES
Strengths:- Streetwise and resourceful: Can get out of most tight spots using wit, bluffing, or very quiet violence.
- Charismatic under pressure: Knows how to talk her way through seedy dealings and rally others when needed.
- Emergent Force sensitivity: Subtle instincts, quick reflexes, and "hunches" that usually prove right.
- Survivor's toughness: Physically and emotionally hardened by years of manipulation and struggle.
- Paranoia and trauma: Flinches at certain tones or phrases. Startles easily. Doesn't sleep well.
- Avoidance issues: Refuses to return to Lianna, avoiding the past even when it might help.
- Trust issues: Finds it hard to let others in, expecting betrayal is her default setting.
- Untrained Force connection: Her powers are unpredictable and often act without her understanding them.
- Past-life bleed-through: Inexplicable memories and instincts that both help and terrify her, especially when she agrees with them.
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NOTABLE SKILLS
Skills / Abilities- Blaster proficiency – Fast draw, fast shot. Good enough to win, not fancy.
- Smuggling and barter – A master negotiator in the seedy underbelly of commerce.
- Force intuition – Gut-level precognition, dream visions, strong danger sense.
- Cantina operations – Knows how to run a bar, manage sketchy clientele, and keep peace with a blaster under the table.
- Multilingual (Trade languages + Underworld dialects) – Has picked up plenty in her travels.
Quirks- Talks to Taalin like he's still there—even when no one's around.
- Keeps her lightsaber wrapped in oilcloth behind the bar, like it might explode.
- Collects old maps and star charts, even though she hasn't left Chiron in years.
- Uses sarcasm like armor. If she's laughing, she's probably bleeding somewhere.
- Reacts to certain ancient phrases or objects with inexplicable familiarity or fear, but plays it off with a joke.
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CONNECTIONS
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