Species: Human (But psychicly affected some time or other in his life)
Eye Color: Orange
Hair Color: Brownish-Black
Picture and/or Description: Wears the simple garb of a desert farmer, and, usually, an unnervingly collected, mocking expression
Home world: If he had a real home planet, he's forgotten
Political Affiliation:zip, nada, noodle.
Melee Weapon: Carries no weapons, but he can fashion sort of weapons of energy, like lightsabers, using the Force.
Color: Of lightsaber? Then N/A.
Long Range weapon:Pretty much the same as melee weapon
Enemies: The old Jedi order/ the Sith
Bio: Epihoitan was one of the masters of the Republic who was most pwerful with the Force. So powerful, he didn't need weapons or troopers. But during the final times of the Republic he lost faith in the Jedi and became a lone wanderer, decided to do what little he can to unite the galaxy.
And I'll start. By the way, someone should decide the location this is taking place at. If noone else, I will.
I step into the scene. "Hmph. Always fighting each other. I'll give the Jedi this much, they were united."
"The beauty and genius of a work of film
may be reconceived, though its first material expression be destroyed; a vanished fiction
may yet again inspire the screenplay-writer
; but when the last individual of a race of living directors, of artists,
breathes no more, another heaven and another earth must pass before such a one can be again." -William Beebe, modified in memorial of the twentieth century
Su'cuy, vod, kar'laylirdarasuum me'suum!
Star Wars: The Plastic Director's Cut!