CHIRON'S CHARACTER SHEET
Identity
Real Name: Chiron Kro
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Homeworld: Zelos II
Species: Zelosian
Physical Description
Age: 26
Height: 6’1’’
Weight: 185 lbs.
Hair: dark-gray
Eyes: forest-green
Sex: male
Equipment
Clothing or Armor: Long, baggy, and durable dark-green pants (cargo pockets included) that are tucked into brown, worn lace-up boots. Shirt is an off-white button-up (also tucked in) with long sleeves that are usually clasped at his wrists unless he’s working. There is a breast pocket with contents placed inside often forgotten until he does laundry.
Weapon: Does not carry one but is trained in hand-to-hand and is proficient with long-range weaponry (bow-and-arrow his preferred choice).
Common Inventory: Carries a water-proof pack on his belt filled with a plethora of dehydrated herbs that are harmless on their own but can easily help or hinder someone’s health when mixed a certain way. Hip-pack also contains a pocket knife, typically used when he is scavenging, rarely for combat but can be used if in a pinch. Typically carries a credit chip with his entire life-earnings on it in one of his boots. Very small amounts of hard cash for food or small purchases is kept in one of his pant pockets.
When travelling he carries a small, water-proof back pack filled with back-up herbs (natural and dehydrated), seeds and small bulbs, extra clothes, a water canteen, small, clean and empty bottles for holding elixirs, a solar-charged flashlight and a small supply of non-perishable food. The cargo pockets of his pants also hold herbs, not affected my moisture when he travels.
Faction Information
Force User, Force Sensitive or Non-Force User: Force Sensitive
Alignment: Lawful-Good
Current Faction Affiliation: Jedi Order
Current Faction Rank: Hopeful
History:
Force Side: Light
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Known Skills: Doctor/medic, expert knowledge and execution of herbs and elixirs
Background: Chiron was born and raised in the Zelos II capital, Kryndyn. He grew up under the parenting of one of the nation’s leading medical officers. The trait for healing and vast capacity for medical knowledge came easily to him. While accelerating him into a prosperous future, it often left Chiron alone when he wasn’t training. It also meant that he was out of touch with children his age.
In one of the many valleys around the capital there was one that Chiron enjoyed sneaking off to the most, it was where he met his best friend, Galilei, at the age of 10. They grew close, both having families that left them alone for large scathes of time. Years later, Chiron became one of the leading medical specialists in healing herbs and enhancement elixirs while Galilei became the leader of one the most elite squads in the capital’s military.
Over a decade since they met and one of the outer ore-mining cities, Lyn, started to become displeased with the imbalance and misuse of power. Concern grew in the capital as upset grew in Lyn. Miners boycotted, standing together in defiance and refusing to return to work until their demands had been met. The capital, growing irritated by the defiance, sent law enforcement to handle the matter, to no avail. Emotions and measures to snuff out the displeasure escalated until a full-on riot broke out. Galilei’s special unit with Chiron as their medic set out to neutralize and apprehend those that refused to back down. The special unit achieved what they had been assigned to do, but not without casualties.
Despite everything Chiron did, despite every herb he mixed and every elixir he forced Galilei to take, Chiron lost his best friend in the line of duty.
Chiron was listless upon his and the remainder of the squad’s return. He couldn’t eat, couldn’t sleep, plagued too much with the visceral memory of Galilei dying right before his eyes. The mere idea of returning to work, to surgery, made him choke, made his hands shake. As his state grew worse and worse, he made the decision to abandon his life as a prestigious medical officer to bounce around the 5 outer cities of the capital, complacent as one could be spending their time working menial jobs until the gods saw fit to end their life.
He wanted to become better. He wanted to help people.
Because what was the point of a medic who couldn’t save one life?
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