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| − | | Name=Tieru
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| − | | Nickname= Tru
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| − | | Age= 46
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| − | | Height=6'0"
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| − | | Weight=167 lbs
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| − | | Eye=Black
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| − | | Hair=Hazel
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| − | | Species: [http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Morellian Morellian] and [http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Morganian Morganian]
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| − | | Homeplanet= Sluis Van
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| − | | Languages=Basic, Bith, Huttese, Gran
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| − | | Faction=Jedi, Padawan
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| − | | Spouse=None
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| − | | Mother=Sieven Tillay
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| − | | Father= Unknown Morellian
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| − | | Siblings= Unknown
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| − | ==History==
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| − | Survival is a true testament of character. Life will always have its points of anguish, pain and defeats. The fact remains that life is hard, but those that live must be harder. Living is a blessing, and rarely are the seconds that we have cherished. Birth seems to exemplify the importance of the blessed life in a single cry, and a mother’s smile. Everyday a child is born, and everyday a mother realizes for that very moment what matters.
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| − | It was a day in the calm, and blossoming season of Sluis Van, with the sky so welcoming. The protocols of labor dealt with cordially and utter perfection as the woman lay on her back in the clinic room. A shiver spilled from the vents, but little concern was given as the importance provided a thickness to the air. The atmosphere could almost be swallowed, but the Sluissi main concern was the patient. All the lights fizzled in the room as the med droids and Sluissi worked together. A sedated breath pressed from the mother’s lungs as her hair ruffled. She was intrigued, but the barriers had been built as she looked down as life bud below.
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| − | A storm tore the atmosphere into glee. A rain poured down from the strain of the child’s lungs as his clenched eyes and tight body was held carefully by the med droid. Joy flourish from the sweat, effort and beauty of the mother’s face as she yanked herself to her newborn. The baby found comfort in her arms, and a tire waned his calls away. He had found his home. He had found his mother.
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| − | "Tieru", she whispered, her tongue flavor with an accent too exotic to be born of Sluis Van.
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| − | "Tieru…"
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| − | Days became weeks, and weeks became months. Little time would be reserved for his mother in this boy’s life. The home of her arms would have to be replaced, he would soon find refugee in new lands. Before long the galaxy became his favorite abode, as he pushed himself to stand and walk as others. Only two years had passed, and his tongue was flavored like his mother, flavored like his Sluissi doctor, and taste bugs of them all. The healthy boy seemed to always be on the run, dashing through shipyards, wreckage points and meddling in everything all before he was two. If only he knew how little time he had reserved with his mother, maybe he would have called her arms home more often.
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| − | It was once more a night in the calm, and blossoming season of Sluis Van, with the world so caring. Above rested the heavens, stars sparkled in a captivating glare that beckon the boy. Before he had been told it was rude, but he pointed off to the far off worlds. The caretaker was a Bith, his jukebox just playing away as his mom spoke with the new stranger in a cloak. The caretaker knew all too well of the happenings, but Tieru was taken by the night sky as always.
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| − | He could only be excited as his mother spoke later on that night.
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| − | "You’re going off. Off to be with the stars!"
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| − | Tieru never saw that caretaker again, but he took the jukebox. All of three years old, his ears were relieve by the calls of jizz-wail music. The tunes danced in his head in solitude, as he wondered. The times changed drastically, but as all do he molded to his environment. Sluis Van and Coruscant were vastly different; the bustle came almost too sudden for the patient child. Although his keen sense of curiosity was not diluted, his intolerance for quick surroundings did soften. Instead of internalize all the unfamiliar traits; he became a very analytical of his environment, as his studious mind grew naturally. In many ways Coruscant added the water necessary for the seeds Sluis Van planted.
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| − | The contrast that spread his insightful, young mind was dug deeper by his new…studies. In the divine, defined and eloquent temple, Tieru sat as many underlings had before the Grandmaster. Yoda had touched many lives with his lessons, his experience never dwindling in their exceptional usage, and his broken basic charm with his care. Students listened, and Tieru was not the one to falter amongst the crowd. In turn, he blended in and delved into all the knowledge given every time he returned to his quarters. In the boy rested an excellence that others notice, but he was still one of many in the Jedi Temple. The exceptional traits were common amidst the Jedi, and the path to his niche was long.
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| − | Friendship was found in his fellow younglings; in his Cu-Pa Clan he was renown for his jokes and charisma. Tieru was always taking adventures with the younglings. At one point he had raised alarm from the youngling’s Padawan caretaker because all the Clans had seemingly vanished through one of Tieru’s many jokes.
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| − | Yet, he was left behind as some of his friends disappeared into apprenticeship. Times had grown bleak as his twelfth birthday pass as the gloom of denial rested only a year away. Although he had delved in many avenue of the Force, he seemed unwanted by Masters and Knights alike. He was a dangerous case because of his age, and seemed unworthy with his interested all too worldly. Tieru was truly disciplined, studious, but more talented than anything. Younglings were to be molded, only to be carried onto a more caring, specified relationship of a master that would dedicate advancing those skills. Tieru did not seem ready, and the halls whisper of him eventually finding his way to Service Corps.
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| − | Oh, how the Force works in mysterious ways…
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| − | Aurra Sing had struck again. Coruscant had been covered in the death of the two Jedi, J’Mikel and Peerce, leaving a beacon for the Jedi hunter’s former master. An’ya Kuro return as the funeral services burned away the flesh, leaving only the Force. A trail had been caste, and without the complete recognition of the council Darkwoman took her second student.
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| − | In an 8-year span there much information left to be uncovered his times as a Padawan, and the teachings. All that is known is the product, and Tieru returned from the teachings a man without war in his heart. Just as Lanius Qel-Bertuk had done before him, he used his Right of Denial. Instead of follow his master as a spy, he stepped into the very corps many once whispered he would find himself. The Clone Wars raged on as he searched Wild and Unknown space apart of the ExplorCorp. Even as change had been brought to the galaxy, he was left and forgotten in Wild Space as the gathering of other Corps had lead to their destruction by the growing New Order. Many died, but he returned without vengeance.
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| − | Since his return to known space, he has filled the role of a forgotten Jedi. He has little desire to continue down the path that had been set for him as a Jedi, and much more content with an adventurous life. Still in his teen years by the aging of his race, he has much to see in this world, and feels it be best dealing in hobbies, girls and all sorts of fun – not light sticks.
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| − | |Although little time was spent with his mother on Sluis Van, he is well lived in patience. Emerging from the teachings of both his mother’s connection and the Jedi ways have allowed him to live in the moment. Relationships are very important part of his livelihood, and in result of his very reflective, observant, introspective outlook he can be found in a diverse array of situations. Yet, he is far more musically inclined, giving him an edge of awareness to his surroundings.
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| − | Albeit charismatic, charming and candid, his humbleness leaves him open for shyness more often than not with strangers. A discretion has developed from the sudden changes in his life, and studies as a Jedi. Even though he knows the significance of social interaction, and loves people he does unconsciously distance himself at times.
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| − | Plagued by loneliness because of his profession, he has learned to function in that comfort zone, while wanting people around. Yet, he rarely is angry, and is far more passionate about subjects. There is little about him that is materialistic, and much rather the life of little than more. Society has seem to have little touch on him because of his distance through his life, but he does have an underline accent that can contrast that. Some words at times aren’t sounded out properly, leaving a more southern twain to his wordage.
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| − | He has many layers like most people, but on the surface he is all about jokes and fun. Yet, he at times resents that about himself, for people forget to take him seriously because that is all he personifies – just a bag of fun and nothing else. Presently he is going through a transition of changing himself into a more sophisiticated comedian guy…
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| − | |Second-guessing is really troublesome. Especially when someone is blessed in many ways to make that precise decision for that precise time. Tieru is not void of mistakes, especially when it involves dire situations. Under pressure, he seems to crack. Retrospect is strength of his only because he struggles more than he triumphs. Although he does follow the forms of the Living Force, he finds the drawbacks are faults of a bad decision.
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| − | Gaping holes also remain in his passion. The fact that he sees importance in other’s lives, it also prevents him from serving himself. Widely renown for serving others, and providing, he can easily be taken advantage. Sensitivity and passion delay his ability to dehumanize people, and handle situations without care. The problem is not the traits, but the temperate on himself. More often than not, he doesn’t know when is enough.
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| − | Also, he thinks too much. Everything holds more significance than it really does, and because of his sensitivity he can be ran over by people. Open hearts are known to be scarred more than other’s, but he would call that a strength.
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| − | |Tieru likes a lot of things, but music is his favorite.
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| − | Anything to do with music, he’ll meddle, he’ll fiddle, he will do something with it. Instruments are litter about his backpack, apartment, and anywhere he decides to go. The dynamics are wide, with an acceptance of most music genres and he loves to jam with different bands.
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| − | During his career as a Padawan, he delved into piloting. Flight seems to give him an away feeling, leaving the pressure of life back on land as he cruises through the heavens.
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| − | Dating, no matter how unsuccessful, leave him laughing, especially if he gets the chance to be creative about it.
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| − | Art, and drawing give him a release as well.
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| − | |The Jedi Sentinels sought a balance between the two extremes of the Jedi, the Jedi Consulars and the Jedi Guardians. They possessed adequate combat skills and have some extensive knowledge of the Force. Along with this blended knowledge of both combat and the Force, they also had exceptional skills, whether they were in security, computers, stealth techniques, or medicine
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| − | They also practiced a form of Force Immunity that crossed Force training with mental conditioning, allowing them to withstand outside mental influence. This allowed them protection from fear, stun and paralysis effects.
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| − | Sentinels were often dispatched to regions across the galaxy to root out the dark side and investigate unusual concentrations of the Force, similar to the Jedi Shadow and Jedi investigator.
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| − | The most notable Jedi Sentinel was Bastila Shan who, while still a Padawan, mastered the ancient and difficult art of battle meditation.
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| − | |Although little time was spent with his mother on Sluis Van, he is well lived in patience. Emerging from the teachings of both his mother’s connection and the Jedi ways have allowed him to live in the moment. Relationships are very important part of his livelihood, and in result of his very reflective, observant, introspective outlook he can be found in a diverse array of situations. Yet, he is far more musically inclined, giving him an edge of awareness to his surroundings.
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| − | * ''Ignotus'' - Cloakshape Fighter,
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