And I looked and beheld a pale rider. His name was Death. Power was given unto him over a fourth of the whole world to kill with a sword.


Mavet Lavan
Medium Arkanian Offshoot
Scout 1 / Scoundrel 1 / Jedi 4
Destiny 6; Force 2/day; Dark Side 3
Init +11; Senses normal; Perception +9
Languages Basic, Arkanian, Huttese

Defenses Ref 20 (flat-footed 17), Fort 18, Will 17
hp 58; DR 0 (10);Threshold 18
Immune n/a
Weakness n/a

Speed 6 squares
Melee Lightsaber +7 (3d8+3) (GM Houserule: Lightsabers are 3d8)
Ranged Heavy Blaster Pistol +7 (3d8+2) (2d8+2 stun)
Base Atk +4
Atk Options
Special Actions
Force Powers Known Battle Strike, Move Object, Negate Energy, Drain Energy

Abilities Str 13, Dex 16, Con 13, Int 12, Wis 13, Cha 16
Special Qualities Determination: once per encounter, reroll one failed skill check with a trained skill. Keep the second roll.
Talents Evasion, Fool's Luck, DR 10, Deflect
Feats Skill Focus (Survival, free Racial), Force Sensitivity, Shake it Off, Weapon Proficiency (pistols), Weapon Proficiency (rifles), Weapon Proficiency (simple weapons), Point Blank Shot, Weapon Proficiency (lightsabers), Skill Training: Use the Force (Free from GM per Houserule), Force Training I, Skill Training: Acrobatics, Force Training II, Weapon Finesse
Skills Endurance +9, Initiative +11, Perception +9, Stealth +11, Survival +14, Knowledge: Galactic Lore +9, Use the Force +11, Acrobatics +11

Possessions (all just under 13.5 kg in weight)

  • Assorted Currency
    • 550 credits
  • White flight suit (1000c, 3kg)
  • All-temperature cloak (100c, 1.5kg)
  • Wrist Comlink (4250c, 1kg)
    • Long range, encrypted, holo capability
  • Utility Belt (500c, 4kg)
    • Normally included Items
      • 3 days food pellets
      • medpac
      • tool kit
      • spare power pack (Mav reserves this for the heavy blaster pistol)
      • spare lightsaber energy cell (normally only a regular one, this is upgraded)
      • glow rod
      • Liquid Cable Dispenser
      • Small grappling hook
    • Pouch 1 (0.5 kg max capacity)
      • Pocket scrambler (400 c, 0.5kg)
    • Pouch 2 (0.5 kg max capacity)
      • Aquata breather (350c, 0.2kg)
      • Recording Unit: Holorecorder (0.1kg)
      • Credit chip (100c, 0.1 kg)
      • Datacards (10c, 0.1kg)
      • Blank x9
      • Disk 1 (48.7 min remaining)
  • Hip Holster (25c, 0.5kg)
    • Heavy blaster pistol
  • Green Lightsaber (3000c, 1kg, got it for free)

Physical Description
Athletic, strong near-human male with solid white eyes, paper white hair, and milk white skin. Only the barest hint of red blood flowing beneath the surface of the skin is normally visible; otherwise he gives the impression of a living statue of white stone. As an Arkanian Offshoot he has five fingers instead of the pureblood Arkanian four.


I don’t remember too much about the earliest years. I remember that the world we lived on was much like old Arkania. It was fairly cold, mostly tundra and snow, underground cities, lots of wildlife. I don’t even remember what star system it’s in but i think it’s outside Republic space. Hang on a moment, let’s back up. First… to explain this I need to cover some basics.
I come from a long line of genetically bred livestock and wildlife tenders. See, I’m what some call an Arkanian Offshoot. The original Arkanians, the “purebloods” as they call themselves, long ago started messing around with Arkanian genetics. They wanted stronger backs to work the old diamond mines back on our home world. Offshoots were first bred to work those mines, but then they started creating all kinds of modifications. Offshoots did all the unpopular jobs and because we weren’t really people by Arkanian law, we were slaves. It got pretty bad from what I understand. If we could, we escaped and tried to make a living out in the galaxy. However, our bodies age faster than regular Arkanians or even Humans for that matter. They didn’t want to wait too long before being able to use their slaves see? We have about half the lifespan of our ancestors.
Anyway, back on this cold tundra world, my family did animal husbandry for the planetary lords… who were pureblood Arkanians. Our family was slightly freer than other slaves because we helped raise the footstock and capture wildlife when one of our lords wanted some exotic meat. I learned to shoot, track, hunt, and whatnot. Because we knew how to hunt, we would also often act as guides for vacationing hunters. They would come to the world and they’d tell me about the galaxy and places far away as we sat around the camp talking after a day’s expedition. We were poor, but I remember being happy.
Then, when I was an older child… or rather young adolescent… my father was killed in a hunting accident. By father I mean the man that raised me. My bloodline is of one of the vile pureblood lords of that planet. My mother is a very attractive woman you see; very. I imagine she was often sent to the big house from the slave quarters where we lived. My pureblood Arkanian eyes are are a trait I inherited from my biological father. I’m a bastard and likely not the only one of that man’s loins. Anyway, my mother left the planet to find work on her own; escaped actually. I went with her. Our travels dropped us on Corellia in Coronet. I guess we ran into some hard times because I remember having to move away from our upper city home to down near the ground levels, down in the Selonian parts of the city.
I’m not really proud of those early years. Back then I hated Coronet; hated Corellia; and hated my life. I was hormonal, in a place I didn’t understand the rules, and was suddenly very aware of the consequences of being poor. Being a beautiful Arkanian, mom easily got a job as an entertainer. Our milk white skin looks great on holos and it’s kinda exotic. Her job paid the essential bills and kept us alive I guess. A kid was a hindrance to her dreams of finding a new husband and getting moved uptown. In many ways she stopped being my mother about that time; she was just another person in my life who I happened to live with. Well… my stuff was in her house anyway. For the most part I was on my own. I hear she finally did get herself uptown to some kind of important person. I doubt it’s a marriage, but she was okay with being a kept woman so long as the money was good. I don’t know the details; I haven’t seen my mother in years.
Well anyway, I pretty much became a street tough and “freelancer” for whoever. I did whatever crime paid well; not exactly an ideal childhood. Somehow I went really cross of one gang in particular… the Meatlumps… I know what you’re thinking. You’d be right. They’re about as smart as they sound.
I was not formally part of any gang so I was pretty much on my own except for a handful of good friends. I got really good at running, hiding, and getting beat up. Lucky for me Meatlumps aren’t killers… but pain is still pain. To this day I really have no idea what I did that made the ‘lumps hate me so much. My world changed though. For whatever reason, I encountered my first honest to goodness Jedi down in the tunnels. He saved me from a truly horrendous beating. I remember I passed out from the pain and blood loss, the last thing I remember seeing was a lightsaber and a guy’s back. I think I thought I was hallucinating. I woke up in a whole new world.
He nursed me back to health. I mean that in multiple ways. He helped heal my body, but our conversations started healing my spirit as well. He taught me about the Force. Told me I had a connection with it that was stronger than normal folks… it’s amusing to think back on it but he put up with a lot of attitude in those early days. I was street scum, an escaped slave, and the bastard son of a cantina dancer… but he treated me like a person. You have no idea what that means until you’ve been down in the bowels of a place like the tunnel slums scratching out a living like the rats. You know… I guess I really am Corellian after all because you know what? I miss the place from time to time. It was the crucible that forged me.
I dedicated my life to the Force because of my Master. He rescued me from literally one of the lowest places in the galaxy and taught me to stand tall again. I’m not a very good Jedi… but I’m trying.


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