Avris Ukylin

Name: Avris Ukylin

Nicknames/Aliases: "Scout"

Species: Mirialan

Gender: Male

Age: 29

Homeworld: Nar Shadaa








Height: 5'10"

Weight: 155 lbs

Eye Color: Emerald green

Hair Style: Shoulder length

Hair Color: Black

Facial Hair: None

Skin Color: Light green

Build: Slightly lighter than average, well-muscled

Distinguishing Features: His tattoos (which are on his face, hands, and partially on his forearms) // a rectangular geometric brand on his left cheekbone marking him as a slave of Volik Raan

Apparel: Jedi Robes // pictured

Weaponry: Lightsaber // Custom blaster pistol "Ringer" (Pictured)
--Ringer is mostly just very precisely made and well-balanced. Beyond this, it is a rough equivalent of a DL-44

Equipment: Utility belt, somewhat outdated slicing and thieves' kit, datapad, holocommunicator




Profession: Jedi Knight

Skills: Subterfuge, slicing, general thievery, speechcraft, Force-related skills and abilities

Force-Sensitive: Yes

Training: The prestigious College of Hard Knocks. About 15 years of Jedi training

Vehicle: N/A

Starship: R-41 Starchaser

Other Possessions: N/A

Companions: N/A




Factional Affiliation: Jedi Order and New Republic

Rank: Jedi Knight

Sexual Preference: Heterosexual

Relationship Status: Single

Personality: Avris comes across as a peculiar jedi, far from the emotionless, passionless person the Jedi are stereotyped as. He's a very peppy person who seems to delight in every day and takes everything he does as another chance to enjoy himself. He's passionate, but more than anything about life and his non-violent work, often singing or humming as he goes, seemingly strangely happy. He's supremely empathetic towards those who are disenfranchised and whenever not amongst the Jedi or going on missions for the Republic tends to go to places where he can help such people. Yet, he almost seems to have a switch in his head, because the moment that work needs doing or he feels in danger of breaking the core of the Jedi Code he seems to completely lose all personality and emotion, retaining his strong moral compass but otherwise becoming blunt and emotionless. He's also a very good actor, occasionally speaking in a manner that nobody would ever expect from him. That said though, he sticks to his moral guns, which are very good (though less so when on missions against Imperials or Hutts), but his view of the law is that it exists for a reason, but there are situations where it is as worthless as a stock Cloakshape Fighter. He's strict in his jedi training, though his mindset can be confusing as he finds serenity in his passion, and when he finds himself in conflict between the two he attempts to revert to what puts him at peace. He harbors hostility towards the Hutts and others who would take slaves, but he buries it as best he can and instead resorts to the bare bones of his Jedi training, usually adopting that chillingly stoic mindset the whole while. Below it all though, there's a lingering devotion to those passed on, particularly to his mother, and the only time where you will see him breaking his Jedi vows is when he is considering them; he values family deeply and will honor others' devotion to it, sometimes in opposition of all other morals.




Force Archetype: Sentinel

Powers Known/Level of Mastery: 8-2-0 Knight

Apprentice level
--Basic Telekinesis
--Force Speed
--Force Jump
--Force Sense
--Force Sight
--Force Valor
--Close Telepathy
--Cleanse Mind

Adept-level
--Advanced Telekinesis
--Force Heal

Lightsaber Forms Known/Level of Mastery: 2-1-0 Knight
--Most practiced: Form V Shien/Djem So
--Form IV Ataru
--Form II Makashi



There was once a time when the Ukylin family was greatly respected in the galactic community. Many Mirialan senators, war heroes, and jedi have worn this name over the milennia. When Order 66 came down and the Jedi began to see themselves purged, the Ukylin family was targeted by their political rivals citing the sheer number of Force-users in their history and the presence of one of their sons as a Jedi padawan (killed in Darth Vader's purge). Between this and the family's opposition of the emperor's rise to power, Palpatine approved of this destruction, having agents plant captured lightsabers throughout the homes of the clan as 'evidence', but when the troopers came to the homes only the elders of the clan remained, the rest had fled amongst fleets of refugee ships. Amongst these was Avris' father, Avril Ukylin, and this ship not only held innumerable Mirialans, but also a small handful of Jedi younglings. This ship would wind up taking up refuge on a minor Ithorian colony, and here the Ukylin family would live in hiding amongst the other famous Force-sensitive clans, diving out of sight whenever the Empire came around to abuse the locals and assisting in what they could from behind the scenes. During this time, it wasn't unusual for former enemies to become close friends, and such would be the case with Avril with a strongly Force-sensitive Sherra Farth, who was to be sent for training literally the week of Order 66. Almost the day that both reached puberty, they fell for each other, and while their families weren't necessarily approving, they didn't press the issue due to the severe situation they were in. Before they officially reached legal marrying age, however, the Empire caught wind of the Mirialan "jedi" hiding and assaulted the planet. Of roughly three hundred people, only about twenty managed to escape the carnage--of which Avril and Sherra were the youngest. After this, the pair were almost constantly on the move, never stopping, never staying in a system for more than a week--they became master castaways and surprisingly good thieves. Eventually, as of 5 BBY, they realized that there was only one place where they would be safe: amidst the crowds on Nar Shadaa. However, as they were leaving the ship, they found bounty hunters waiting for the young couple. Sherra managed to escape with her life; Avril wasn't so fortunate. The heartbroken woman eventually found her way to a refugee quarter and was able to eek out a meager, pathetic existence amongst the others displaced by the war and the Empire. Soon she discovered she was pregnant, and would soon give birth to twin boys, whom she named Evran and Avris, after their father.

Evran became a noble young man, despite his standing as a gutter rat, and lived up to his family's namesake well, even displaying hints of their mother's Force sensitivity from the time he was four and vowing that if he ever got off of Nar Shadaa he'd continue the family legacy as a Jedi. Avris, on the other hand, was the bad son, not cruel or rude to his mother and brother in any way, but often disobedient and tended to be the harshest towards strangers. He robbed people without any remorse and helped the local gang as a look-out, so often that people began affectionately calling him "Scout." His mother and brother hated what he was doing, and they did what they could to try and get him to behave, but in his eyes what they were doing was keeping them miserable. If Evran wanted to get off so much, he should have helped get them enough money to buy a spot, or at least that was what Avris believed. For galactic politics they heard little and cared, though the destruction of Alderaan made its way down to them via refugees coming into their sector. However, in 4 ABY word began leaking in that the Emperor had been killed alongside his apprentice. Initially it was scarcely believed, though it was definitely something which poor Sherra clung to, a desire for revenge still lighting her on fire. Then the gang made its way through with several copied holorecordings of the second Death Star's destruction and the New Republic flag being raised over several cities. An enormous celebration wracked the entire district, with even four Force sensitives finally revealing themselves to show their tricks, foolishly thinking that the threat of the Empire was over and done.

Three days later innumerable bounty hunters swept into the sector, hoping to collect on the long-standing bounty on Jedi. Anyone who had displayed their abilities as "Jedi" or were even related to them were either killed or captured by these hunters. Sherra, for her part, was the last to be caught, and when the bounty hunters came they only found her in their home; the twins had been ushered out and had escaped across the city's superstructure. As Avris fled, he heard blaster fire filling their home, and nearly returned, only kept from charging after them by his brother. Avris said a great many things to his brother that night, screamed at him for the better part of an hour before finally passing out. The two were never well with each other after that. They made due, relying on each other for survival and cooperating as best they could, but Avris hated his brother for his cowardice, for letting their mother die. Eventually the two weaseled their way in with a gang of Duros and agreed to serve as look-outs, much as Avris had before. In the meantime, Evran tried to encourage Avris to try and work with him to figure out how to use the Force together, to at least cooperate enough to figure something out. They made a little progress, nothing that would make them even capable of fighting back against an attacker, but their thought was that they might distract them. However, all that their efforts bought them was another year before they were put on the run again. Their Duros brothers and sisters attempting to fight the bounty hunters' intrusion into their turf and giving them enough time to escape on an advertisement barge passing by. This would happen twice more in the next year, slipping in with gangs, one of which was on the opposite side of the planet from where they'd started, and struggling to keep out of bounty hunters' eyes.

Eventually though, the twins were cornered by a bounty hunter who offered them an ultimatum: apparently second generation "Jedi" weren't worth very much, relatively speaking, and shipping them to Imperials would barely cover the costs. His offer was to instead sell them as slaves where they might survive, at least long enough to escape. The brothers reluctantly accepted, and at the market were stripped of all possessions and prepared for market. Avris never said a word to his brother while waiting, but Evran assured his brother that he loved him, no matter what happened. The brothers would never see each other again. They were separated when they were sold, Evram to a hutt with a... unique taste in servants, and Avris to a spice mine owned by someone named Volik Raan. The day he arrived, he received a brand under his eye and was shoved in to work with the rest. It was grueling, horrible work, the environment was harsh, and the slavemasters were cruel. Worst of all was the hybrid. He never knew the man's name, nor even what species he was (though they were both human-like), all he knew was that he was an enormous brute wielding a "master-crafted" electrowhip named "Kitty" and a blaster named "Dead Ringer." He knew he called them these things because he talked about them ceaselessly, bullying the slaves with them and occasionally whipping them without cause. Throughout this time he'd see several people die, not enough that the slave work would be unprofitable, but such that it hardened the boy. There were escape attempts, sure, and surprisingly none of them had death chips implanted, but no escape was ever successful, partially thanks to the fact that none of the escapees knew how to fly and partially because the hybrid caught them. Avris lost count of the months, much less the days in that hell hole, focusing on simply surviving the hell.

Yet, it wasn't without lights. His greatest glimmer of hope came about a year into the imprisonment: an echani girl who just called herself "Skips," a shockingly bubbly thing maybe a year younger than him who seemed unaffected by the horrors around them... despite missing an eye and having a burn on her right side. At first he simply thought her insane and ignored her, but over time he became curious, and asked why she was so cheerful--she wasn't. But she thought that if she could cheer up the other slaves just a little, or take their mind off of their suffering in some way, then maybe she could have reason to be happy. At the very least she might delude herself into being happy, and then she might survive long enough to see freedom. In some strange way she inspired him, and soon he began to take after her a little, forcing a smile on every day and just doing what he could to keep himself and the others going. He might have loved her, as later on when he thought about her remaining, beautiful blue eye he found himself getting all kinds of butterflies. She was the most beautiful person in his life, and he tried to spend as much time as possible with her. Of course, the hybrid noticed them and made sure to make their whippings "extra good," but they kept on... until the hybrid decided to just shoot Skips in the head. No warning, no provocation, he just shot her.

Avris snapped. Using a degree of latent Force prowess he didn't even know he had, he sent the blaster flying out of the hybrid's hand and into his. Before the monster could so much as react with wide eyes, he found his own head perforated. The boy knew what he did at that point, and so rather than let it sit idle he led a riot. What happened next was a blur, so blinded was he in his rage--but the result was clear. The entire slave camp was set ablaze, as well as several other neighboring ones as those camps saw the smoke, and near three hundred slaves hijacked a freighter meant to carry a shipment of spice and flew it at full speed to the nearest Republic planet. Avris never released the pistol from his hands throughout the flight, and his vision almost never left it, only stopping to look at the people thanking him. Despite the results of his outburts... it frightened him. He'd killed a man, probably several without so much as thinking about it. He'd just suddenly decided that the man was dead and... it was done. He felt no remorse for the hybrid and mourned Skips, but at the same time he was horrified that he'd lost control so thoroughly. He quickly realized that his power was like playing with fire, and he resolved that, if there were any around, he would find a Jedi. Fortunately, upon landing not only were the ex-slaves welcomed into Republic hands, but as they were caught up on world events he discovered that the order was being rebuilt. Before he even reached a comm., his fellow slaves were ushering him to contact the Jedi--the little people of the galaxy wanted representation. Avris was fourteen.

To say that the Order was reluctant to accept him is to understate the issue. Avris had a fair bit of hate rolling around inside him and he was an emotional wreck. What turned the tables in his favor is the fact that he knew that he had a problem--not only that but his fear, anger, and hatred ironically frightened him. He wanted help. Eventually they agreed, and he began training with "Master" Lorothan on Tython. It was a bumpy start to be certain, as Avris had severe trust issues to work out and early on he kept associating the Force with his berserk madness back on the slave camp. Eventually, they made progress by helping him try to slowly come to peace with the things which tormented him, the death of his mother, his horrid treatment of his brother, his murder of the hybrid. Weirdly, having that pistol around helped him in the process; it was a reminder of what happened when he began sliding towards the darkside. Make no mistake, he was devoted to his training, increasingly so as he reminded himself of his family's legacy and of what both his mother and brother wanted him to be. In fact, while he was no star pupil, he was the Lorothan's pride in a way, not in his accomplishments, but in the progress being made. Eventually, the only sticking point was Skips. He simply couldn't reconcile that such a cheerful and beautiful person would be punished so perversely. He wasn't quite at peace by the time he turned eighteen, but it was enough that he was finally given a chance to start working on a lightsaber. Yet even that he had difficulty with, for while he'd shown almost equal proficiency in the martial and Force side, he found the traditional yellow... unsatisfactory. It felt wrong to him.

He meditated a great deal on it, actually delaying his own training for several months while he tried to decide what his saber should be like, making the excuse that he didn't deserve a saber if he wasn't at peace. Then, at one point he decided to just meditate by a lake near the Academy until he either came to a decision or started passing out from lack of food/water. It would be on the third night of his meditation that a vision (or perhaps delusion, even he admits he doesn't know which) of Skips came to him. They didn't say much of note, they didn't say much of note, just idly chatted by the lake-side, sharing jokes and talking about assorted world events. It was actually rather un-Skips-like, come to think about it, but what mattered most to him was what happened at the end. The last thing she said to him was, "I'd forgive you, but there's nothing to forgive," and put something into his hand.  When he awoke, he had a blue crystal and was on the other side of the lake, but was able to return to the Academy victorious.

His previously bumpy journey through training suddenly smoothed out remarkably, and while it wasn't completely smooth sailing, he went from Lorothan's most difficult student to one of his best seemingly overnight. He crafted his lightsaber with extreme care, taking four tries to get the inlay right and to get everything to fit perfectly, but in the end he had a saber which he could be truly proud of. After that he advanced frighteningly fast, yet it didn't seem rushed. He began going out on missions with his master and began learning how to separate himself from his actions, refusing to become emotionally comfortable with the violence. He became quite good at this, and focused his extracurricular Force training on mental attributes, to understand, empathize, and try to help others like himself. When his master offered to take him to Coruscant, he whole-heartedly accepted and spent almost all of his time in the lower regions, doing what he could to help, even beginning to practice the art of healing while down there.

He's since graduated to knight, which was strangely not that big a deal for him, relatively speaking. He's proud of it, certainly, and even afterwards he's kept in close contact with his former master, but it never felt as monumental as making it to the point of being a decent padawan. He's seen some fielding by the Republic and spends time training on Tython on refining his abilities, but what he finds most enjoyable is to go down into the gutters of the Republic and begin trying to clean up. He's become a one-man outreach program, looking for disenfranchised Force-sensitive individuals like himself and offering them a place amongst the Jedi, and even when there isn't a potential candidate he's just trying to make life easier on those who live there. He doesn't disobey the Council and has become a respected, if not slightly peculiar, knight which can be relied upon to act as efficiently as he can manage. He's been given an R-41 Starchaser to better fulfill his duties--a ship which he chose for its lack of affiliation and versatility--but mostly he just uses it for transportation.