Demien Ulnyeras, Jedi

Nar Shadda is not a moon. It is not a city. It’s not even the capital of trash, scum, filth and misery. Nar Shadda is alive. It breathes, pulses, grows. It kills. It’s a tumor torn from the soft underbelly of civilization. This city, this place, this thing will consume you. A beast eternally in motion, there is only one consistency on Nar Shadda: those who come here are changed forever.
-Zoff Ulnyras

“Pah! Man is gone now. Boy no can hold me here!” snarls a prostate Nikto, a male who by any standards would be considered a being of dubious ethics.
“You stay quiet!” hisses the boy, holding his lightsaber steady near the alien’s neck.
He is not sure what to do. His father had moved out of sight and to the edge of his senses some moments ago. The boy could just barely feel his distress and little more. The longer each second drew out, the more he began to panic. Something was wrong. He knew it. He leapt to his feet, thoughts of the missing girl they were tracking vanished from his mind along with the scent of scalded flesh and memories of the recently interrupted interrogation. He bolts, his feet carrying him swiftly through the veins of the city as he nimbly dodges through the crowds of low-lifes. He skitters to a stop at the edge of a drop that if overstepped could result in a fall of thousands of feet. His reaches with his mind, but feels nothing. Life in every direction but none of it the one for which he is looking. He leaps from the edge, one jade hand grabbing the rail to swing to the lower level. He breaks his fall with a tumble, his eyes frantically searching the platforms below. His father’s challenger was a Jedi? The two lightsaber bearing men had fought like nothing he had ever seen before they had vanished from sight. His breath was coming fast, panic setting in. He took a few deep breaths, but it did little to steady his heart. He could no longer sense his father. He did not know what to do. For the first time in his life, Demien Ulnyras was alone.

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Little piece of Demien's, my current RPG character's, backstory. Maybe I'll post the whole thing if I get it cleaned up enough. He is the son of a rogue Mirialan Jedi and was raised as a Jedi by his father. The two lived on Nar Shadda until his was about 15 at which point his father was killed by another Jedi. He left to seek out the killer and bring justice (see: get revenge) for his father. Demien is fell in with the Jedi after the one that killed Zoff, his dad, reported the event. Demien went with them willingly, seeing that as the only way to find out which one killed his father.
Personality-wise, he is fiercely independent and seriously paranoid, having grown up on a world filled with thugs, murderers and thieves. He is usually cold and calculating when it comes to his missions but can be impulsive when he lets his feelings get the better of him (usually with matters pertaining to his father or gross injustice). He irritates his master to no end with his insistence on carrying a blaster and generally walks the line between effective solution and jedi solutions to problems.

So anyway, that's the bare basics on this character. I've aged him up a bit, and this is how he'll appear after he is knighted (assuming he survives that long). I've really enjoyed developing this character and his decisions make from interesting game play.

Star wars and stuff belongs to LucasArts
Demien is my character
Many, many thanks to WuKlash and Leeislee for their great brushes used in the background!