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Tendau Mimwen CL 3




Medium Ithorian Jedi 3
Height 2.2 Meters Weight 93 Kg
Init +7; Senses Use the Force +14
Languages Basic, Huttese, Ithorese, Bocce

Defenses Ref 15 (flat-footed 14), Fort 15, Will 18; Block and Deflect +14
HP 53; Threshold 15
Immune +5 to Fortitude Defense against extreme heat and cold effects

Speed 6 squares
Melee lightsaber +5 (2d8+3) or
Melee lightsaber +5 (2d8+5) with both hands or
Melee unarmed +5 (1d4+3)

Base Atk +3; Grp +5
Special Actions: Bellow
Force Powers Known (Use The Force +14) Force Slam, Mind Trick, Move Object, Rebuke, Repulse, Surge

Abilities Str 14, Dex 12, Con 12, Int 14, Wis 14, Cha 16
Special Qualities Survival Instinct
Talents Block and Deflect, Force Perception
Feats Force Sensitivity, Force Training (2), Skill Focus (Knowledge [life sciences], Use the Force), Weapon Proficiency (lightsabers, simple weapons)
Skills Acrobatics +7, Initiative +7, Knowledge (life sciences) +13, Perception +3 (may Use the Force +14 instead), Survival +3 (may reroll but must keep the result of the reroll even if worse), Use the Force +14
Possessions Field Kit (2 Condensing Canteens, Sunshield Roll, 7 Day Food Supply, 24 Filters, 12 Atmospher Canisters, Glow Rod, Breath Mask, All-Temperature Cloak), Lightsaber (Green), Ration Pack, Utility Belt (3 Day Food Supply, Medpac, Tool Kit, Power Pack, Energy Cell, Glow Rod, Earbud Comlink, Liquid Cable Dispenser), 500cr

Personality

Tendau has a quick wit and always enjoys a good laugh. His love of all things living has him mindful of what repercussions his actions have on not only himself, but those affected by his decisions. In combat he prefers to take a more defensive stance initially, so as to wield his strong telekinetic powers to their fullest affect.

Backstory

Tendau was but a child padawan when his Master Dekel followed Revan to halt the Mandolorian crusade. Being too young to fight he was left behind at the great temple on Coruscant. Initially hurt by being discarded by his Dekel, he used his time in the temple to better his own knowledge of living creatures and fauna, having inherited his people’s great love for nature. Aside from his academic pursuits he trained even more ardently on his lightsaber skills and his connection to the force so as to be ready if his master called for him to join him on the outer rim battlefields. As the war progressed and he never received the call for his presence, Tendau was offered an apprenticeship to a newly minted Jedi Knight, Garrus Atel’ya, a bothan.

Garrus was ardent in following the council’s wishes to wait on entering the war, and was key in instilling this in his pupil. Tendau took these principals to heart, giving him a great love of the Jedi way, knowledge and defense. After a few years training with Garrus, Tendau and his master were called into action during the Jedi Civil war. The men and women, who were the Republics greatest champions, were now the greatest threat it had ever faced. Through out the course of the war Tendau and his master engaged former comrades and friends in fierce combat, weathering Tendau and giving him the casual and confidant manner in which he carries himself both in and out of combat. While many friends and former friends fell around them both to their emotions and to enemies Tendau pushed on, as best they could from warzone to warzone, jungles to deserts it all seemed a blur to him. That was until near the closing volleys of the civil war, when the tandem was assigned to a boarding party at the Battle of the Star Forge. When they landed aboard one of the shattered Sith vessels attempting to keep the Republic from laying waste to the Sith’s weapon.

Upon boarding the ship with a small party of other knights and republic marines Tendau was confronted with his greatest challenge of the war. As they strode through corridors hacking and slashing, blocking and redirecting, dodging and parrying through the chaos of battle when suddenly striding towards them after impaling one of their Jedi comrades on his blood red saber, was Tendau’s former master Dekel. With a shout Garrus leaped at him with his green blade flashing out at his foe’s head. Tendau stood stock still for a moment, unable to fathom who he was being forced to do battle against. His first father figure, although he had been left behind for the war, he had loved him. An inner battle of emotions raged through him as Garrus’s and the Dekel’s sabers flicked across Tendau’s vision. Tendau finally sprung into action, gathering his concentration he began flinging shrapnel and debris from the shattered vessel against Dekel. Hitting him from all sides and causing him to stagger backwards into a blast door. Having his back against the wall, literally, the Sith lashed out with his powers blindly, while attempting to clear his blurred vision. Garrus surged forward seeing his opening and swung at the exposed side of Tendau’s former master and landed a solid blow to his chest. The Sith enraged blasted Garrus with the full extent of his sizable powers. Tendau stunned by his master’s sudden fall, when victory was so close spurred him into close combat with the wounded Sith. With a downward stroke of his own shining green blade, he bested Dekel. At seeing both of his master’s dead he bellowed with grief for the friends he had lost in the depravity of war.

Upon the conclusion of the battle it was apparent that the Jedi order was in severe trouble and the galaxy was in dire turmoil. Being an Ithorian with a strong love of life, he petitioned the council to be allowed to help in the restoration efforts of some of the shattered worlds that were left in the wake of the civil war. As his service aboard the Herdships progressed, Tendau heard rumblings of Jedi disappearing and great violence surrounding the places they had been gathering, he felt it best to leave the ships to avoid bringing undue harm to those who were healing the galaxy.

As Tendau enters the story as a bit of a wanderer with a wish to continue to heal the hurt that he feels as a Jedi he should have been able to safeguard.

It's cool night on the streets of Tattooine, a welcome respite after the long day in the heat of the two suns. After having left the Herdships behind you, fearing for their safety, you sought refuge on the desert world. The desolate planet holds little but sand. Still something seems to have called you here. After long days of hitch hiking and trading for your passage to Tattooine you finally made it, only to find the call silent. Now you wander the dusty streets of Anchorhead. Signs of Czerka's hand in the development of the town is evident everywhere. Flyers plaster some walls, wanted ads for various troublemakers on one for a srpouting bounty hunter's guild, advertisments for a few of the more popular speeder bike racers (apprently a growing attraction), hired help on a board outside the cantina and guards in Czerka uniforms patrol the ares, casting you a suspicious glance as you pass. With the shops closed fpr the night, the streets are empty of the town's inhabitants. Those out can be seen taking drunken steps from the local cantina as they make their way home to their adobe. Periodically you spot the glowing amber eyes of one of the desert planet's natives, the Jawas. However, you don't sense the Jawas are the only sentients watching you this night.

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Tendau strode down the street enjoying the respite the nights brought to this harsh world. Always one to enjoy the peace that came with the fall of night, but this evening did not feel right. The silence that seemed to descend on the streets of Anchorhead was not a calm enjoyable quiet but an eerie daunting silence. Trusting his senses to the force he reaches out to try to locate any possible danger.

As he reaches out with the force Tendau starts to hurry down the street towards where he is currently staying, hoping to see a friendly face or at the very least avoid violence.

(( UtF +14 to try to locate any dangers that are following me))

UtF/Perception: 1d20+14: 3. Total: 17.
You proceed to walk down the street, reaching out with your senses, but the presence continues to alude you. You know one thing for certain, who ever is following is apt at hiding his or her presence.

Walking quickly you manage to find the small dwelling you were directed to upon arrival. A hovel really, it provides sufficient protection from the frequent sandstorms which come and go on the planet. Still, it seemed rather expensive for the price it was rented to you for. It seems unlikely that it will offer much protection from who ever, or whatever is following you.

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Gazing at the run down hovel he has been taking shelter in, Tendau quickly decides it is in his best interest to be moving on. He cannot seem to shake the creeping feeling that something terribly wrong is about to happen from his thoughts. Again he reaches out with his senses to see if he can locate the source of his growing unease.

((If nothing Detected / Not interrupted Tendau then does the following actions))
Knowing that his feelings are often correct, Tendau dashes inside the house and quickly throws the rest of his belongings into his travel pack and slings it on his back, making sure to have his lightsaber in an easily accessible, yet discreet location inside his robes.

After finishing his hurried packing, which thankfully was mostly completed before hand, Tendau decides to move back towards the more populated center of Anchorage and hopefully the starport. The desert dreariness and creeping feeling causing his dislike for this world to mount by the second.

((UtF +14 on sensing my stalker))

As you make your way toward the center of town, you manage to spot the creature following you. As it leaps from one rooftop to the next, following along your course, you see the strange six leggeded creature. Doing nothing more than following and watching you, you make it to the center of Anchorhead unmolested. Guards are continuing to patrol this part of town, making sure that the drunken inhabitants don't get carried away. The spaceport isn't too far, but whether there's someone willing to head out in the middle of the night is another matter entirely.

The creature you see perches near the edge of the roof, giving up on the hide and seek game not that it realizes you've spotted it. While in the dark of night you can't get a good glimpse of it, you can tell from its silloette its as long as a human, with its tail making up most of its length. From the way its been gliding easily from the rooftops, its quite agile in the air.

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After spotting the creature perch atop a nearby building Tendau gazes up at the creature trying to discern what it is that is stalking him through the dying light of Tatoonie's twin suns. Focusing his eyes and racking his brain on the various lifeforms he has had exposure to and studied vigorously over the years.

Travel-pack shifting uncomfortably on his back, and robes swaying as he fidgets nervously he again checks his lightsaber stowed under his travel cloak. Hoping this creature is not hostile, but planning for the worst he prepares himself for inevitable confrontation with the creature, whether peaceable or otherwise.

((Use the Force +14 for perceiving the creature

Knowledge Life Sciences +13 to Discern what the creature is if spotted


((If combat begins Initiative +7))

The creature doesn't move from its perch as it watches its Ithorian prey. Its tail twitches in anticipation of its catch. From your vantage you can still see very little of the creature. Looking carefully you can spot the six legs the creature crouches on. Even with your extensive knowledge in living creatures you have a hard time placing what this creature is. What you are sure of, considering how its behaved thus far, it's defintly a predator, and, from your knowledge of indegionous fuana of the planet, definitly not native to Tattooine.
As it watched you from atop the building it shows a keen intelligence and patience. However, with each twitch of its tail, it's a question of how long such patience will last. For now the creature seems to be waiting to see what your next move is going to be or for something else to occur.

As that thought flits through your mind as a possibility a shrill call sounds and as quickly ends. The creature lifts its head slightly, cocking it at in angle as it listens, and then bounds off, gliding to the next rooftop and then disappearing completly. This move provides a good view of the creautre's silloete. Flabs of skin around the creature's six legs expand out as flaps, catching the air and allowing it to glide easily. Its long tail follows behind serving to balance and steer the creature in mid-air.

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Frustrated by his inability to place the creature, and acutely aware that what ever danger had been tracking him had passed momentarily, Tendau quickly decides it is in his best interest to shelter in the more populated center of Anchorhead.

Glancing about cautiously Tendau pauses to take in where he is in what this backwater world would call a city. While still slightly unnerved by the silent predator that had stalked him through the first vestiges of night Tendau strides towards a Cantina hoping to find something to pass the time while he waits for morning. Deciding on the most reputable, or in the case of these establishments, least rotten, he strides down the street towards it with purpose all the while reaching out with his senses to make sure he is not surprised by a less apparent threat now that his tail had been called off the hunt.

((Use The Force +14 to sense any new threats, this check is more of a check to see if i've figured out the dice roller ))

The choice in cantina you find is an easy one. Anchorhead boasts only one of these establishments and while the exterior is plain enough, the inside is filled with the lively, rowdy patrons of a bored community which has found themselves with a bit too much time on their hands. You manage to find a quiet corner of the bar, where a droid bartender approaches. It's sentient counterpart, a chevin, glances over at you from the other side of the bar where he his dealing with a pair of particularly rowdy humans.

The cantina, the local hub of night time entertainment, features all one might expect from an unsavory establishment. The loud music of some sort is played from a projector where a holographic representation of the band can be seen. In one corner a series of slots can be spotted and next to it some sabaac tables which are currently filled with those hoping for a bit of luck. On the other side a couple dancing girls entertain a slew of patrons who watch with wide eyes.

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Tendau greets the approaching droid amicably, but requests something non-alcoholic realizing with the dangers that seem to be being drawn after him this evening may not be best dealt with in a drunken stupor.

Chuckling quietly at the thought of trying to ward off a Sith platoon while staggering about singing a bawdy Ithorian drinking song brought rare smiles to the young Jedi's face.

After shaking off the amusing scenario and bringing back his thoughts to the here and now as his old master Garrus used to drone on to him about when ever he allowed his mind to wander as a child. After ordering a beverage from the serving droid Tendau approaches the Chevin to see if he can be of assistance with the rowdy patrons, hopefully finding a peaceable solution to the dispute.

"Greetings Sir, I could not help but notice the tussle going on over here. Is there anything I can be of assistance with?"

Upon stating this Tendau readies himself to attempt to resolve this dispute as conflict free as possible, striking a defensive posture.

The droid seems to grudgingly pass over a glass of Juma juice, made without alcohol. The golden liquid spills over the rim as you move to the other side of the bar where the Chevin bartender is dealing with the two human patrons. As you approach you can tell that whatever is occurring between the two men is not going well and as soon as you arrive to stand beside them the first blows are taken.

The chevin, dismayed as one of the humans throws the other into a nearby table. "Want to help? Get these imbeciles out of here before the break everything in sight!"

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Stepping closer to the two men trading blows in the Cantina, Tendau gathers his will to come between the pair of fools.

It would be wise to go home and sleep off the affects of the night gentlemen. He states as cordially as he can while concentrating on one of his advanced force techniques. Angling the men between him and a wall he lets loose with the force to separate the men just as he reaches out to touch them. Miming throwing them apart and hopefully covering up his exertion.

((Use the force +14 on the force power Repulse to throw the two men away from each other hopefully scaring them and making them wish to go home.))

The two men are thrown from each other with a great display of strength (provided by your strong connection of the Force). With one of the men close to the wall, he gets thrown against it, the wind knocked out of him as he slumps to the floor, unable to catch his breath for a long moment and appears on the verge of passing out from the blow. The other man, drunk and unable to keep his feet, falls on his behind at your feet. The man at your feet head shakes as he tries to re-orient himself.
"What's the deal, hammerhead?!" he shouts in a druken slur from the floor finally coming to enough to see who had interfered.

Behind you, the servers under the chevin's employ are beginning to clear the minor wreckage caused by the two drunks. Others mingle with the other patrons attempting to put them back at ease. Things are getting back to normal now that to two have stopped fighting.

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