Post by bearmarlow on Jul 5, 2010 22:15:58 GMT -5
Name: Kitarina Alana Yonsz
Race: human
Age: mid 20s
Faction – none
Force Sensitive: Yes
Appearance Height: 5’1”
Weight: 120lbs
Hair Color: Strawberry Blonde
Eye Color: Green
Personality: very spoiled princess, not use to being around the common folk
I grew up the daughter of a wealthy political Corellian family. My father eventually became system senator and much of my free time was spent training to be a ‘proper’ princess under my mother’s tutelage. My great grandfather, sensing a strong disturbance in the Force, took measures to hide the linage of his family. His son and daughter were born out of wedlock and adopted to make things appear as though he was not their natural father. They were however, still trained in the Corellian Jedi tradition in secret. His son turned his back on the family’s political position and chose to surround himself with life. It was left to his grandson and eventually his great grandson, my brother Darb, to carry on the family tradition spawned in centuries past when Corella was a monarchy and the Yonsz family stood in line to the thrown, albeit, very far back.
When I was about eight, my father decided a good way to train my sister Gert to become a good politician and a good Jedi would be to introduce her to some of the less fortunate in the outlying systems from ours. She took it as an invitation to help said people and started bringing them supplies and food that they badly needed. CorSec didn’t exactly like this as they were squatters on a planet slated for mining development.
Hal Horn, head of CorSec cornered her and when she refused to surrender, vaped her.
Devastated by the loss of my older sister, I buried my head in my books and holos and tried my best to uphold the family traditions. Over the years the pain faded but the memories did not. I never really quite got over what happened and did a little investigating when I was old enough to check things out for myself.
Shortly after the battle of Endor I heard strange rumors that a former x-wing mechanic was now a young Jedi was making a name for herself as a Jedi teacher on Corruscant. The young Jedi’s description so closely matched a description of my sister that I felt I must find out for myself if it was true that she was alive and well.
I gathered up my few belongings and hopped the first commercial flight out of the core to the mid rim and Yavin IV. Home of the new Jedi Order.
Race: human
Age: mid 20s
Faction – none
Force Sensitive: Yes
Appearance Height: 5’1”
Weight: 120lbs
Hair Color: Strawberry Blonde
Eye Color: Green
Personality: very spoiled princess, not use to being around the common folk
I grew up the daughter of a wealthy political Corellian family. My father eventually became system senator and much of my free time was spent training to be a ‘proper’ princess under my mother’s tutelage. My great grandfather, sensing a strong disturbance in the Force, took measures to hide the linage of his family. His son and daughter were born out of wedlock and adopted to make things appear as though he was not their natural father. They were however, still trained in the Corellian Jedi tradition in secret. His son turned his back on the family’s political position and chose to surround himself with life. It was left to his grandson and eventually his great grandson, my brother Darb, to carry on the family tradition spawned in centuries past when Corella was a monarchy and the Yonsz family stood in line to the thrown, albeit, very far back.
When I was about eight, my father decided a good way to train my sister Gert to become a good politician and a good Jedi would be to introduce her to some of the less fortunate in the outlying systems from ours. She took it as an invitation to help said people and started bringing them supplies and food that they badly needed. CorSec didn’t exactly like this as they were squatters on a planet slated for mining development.
Hal Horn, head of CorSec cornered her and when she refused to surrender, vaped her.
Devastated by the loss of my older sister, I buried my head in my books and holos and tried my best to uphold the family traditions. Over the years the pain faded but the memories did not. I never really quite got over what happened and did a little investigating when I was old enough to check things out for myself.
Shortly after the battle of Endor I heard strange rumors that a former x-wing mechanic was now a young Jedi was making a name for herself as a Jedi teacher on Corruscant. The young Jedi’s description so closely matched a description of my sister that I felt I must find out for myself if it was true that she was alive and well.
I gathered up my few belongings and hopped the first commercial flight out of the core to the mid rim and Yavin IV. Home of the new Jedi Order.