Post by The Master Plan on Jan 10, 2012 11:09:18 GMT -5
Password: eopie
Character permission: 1st character
Name: Cecil Wander
Race: Human
Age: 22
Height: 5’8”
Weight: 145 lbs.
Birth place: Mos Tommro, Cilpar
Appearance:
Cecil is a white human with medium-length, wavy reddish-brown hair and brown eyes. His face is round, youthful, and often cheery but marked with a slight twinge of anxiety at the space between the eyebrows and the corner of his smile. He has clear, slightly tanned skin, and isn’t very hairy, although he does have to shave his chin to keep it smooth. His eyes are often glistening, as if he had been crying recently, even if he hasn’t been—but they still seem to perpetually burn with a tiny flicker of determination.
He isn’t very tall and is somewhat light, but proportionate. He isn’t very muscular; he has strong shoulders but they aren’t big. Overall, his upper body is smaller than his lower body so he is not top-heavy. He carries himself with a slight hunch that would seem to suggest low self-esteem, but it’s really just humbleness. His clothes are nothing to gawk at, just the simple garb of a commoner: dull brown, grey, or green tunic, brown or grey trousers, and black leather belt and boots. He doesn’t have much choice for variation because he is living out of a suitcase at the moment. He may be seen dragging the thing around, or just with a smaller shoulder pack containing his Medkit and herbs.
Suitcase: The suitcase that Cecil brought with him for his interview on Coruscant. He keeps all of his clothes in it, but there’s enough room to keep his shoulder pack and all of its contents in there as well. It doesn’t have a hover drive so Cecil has to use the wheels. It can be a hassle on uneven terrain.
Shoulder pack: A strong textile pack with a comfortably padded shoulder strap. It is large enough to contain his Medkit, acupuncture and herbs kit, and disc.
Personality:
Cecil can be best described as a “Momma’s boy”—he is optimistic, gentle, and compassionate, yet naïve, spoiled, and fearful. To be blunt, he’s somewhat of a crybaby. However, now that he’s left his home world, he can no longer rely on the guiding hands of his family, and must forge his own path through the stars. He has a passion for adventure—as long as that adventure doesn’t involve danger. He’d prefer just to explore the galaxy and acquire experience and have fun without any conflicts. But for some reason, he always just happens to be in the wrong place at the wrong time—or the right place at the right time, depending on how you look at it. Those who know him would say that it’s sheer dumb luck. Others claim that he has some repressed psychological urge to go looking for trouble.
As a boy, Cecil’s grandmother always told him never to bottle his emotions within, and that there was nothing wrong with a grown man crying if it helps to cleanse him of his fear and find bravery. As a result, Cecil is quite resilient and courageous but very emotional, and at the first sign of danger he can burst into tears unexpectedly. However, should Cecil be informed that the crisis requires the use of his medical expertise, he will undergo a dramatic transformation. He will assume the demeanor of a reserved and focused warrior, and despite any chaos around him he will carry out his task efficiently and calmly. He does not discriminate between species, genders, or factions, and will dutifully treat even enemies and criminals. He has humbly devoted his life to medicine and the healing arts and will work diligently to improve his skills and knowledge.
He may not yet be wise in the ways of the galaxy, but Cecil has a good head on his shoulders when it comes to problem solving, creativity, and quick thinking. He has good common sense—including knowing when he’s in over his head. He may not be very charismatic or eloquent but he’s not afraid to use his words to help him get out of sticky situations, although he will probably stutter.
Cecil is quite sensitive and will also cry when he hears something sad, since in his sheltered history he hasn’t encountered much tragedy. The greatest tragedy in his life is having not yet found any spicy cuisine in the galaxy more potent than his grandmother’s chili, which also makes him cry. From nostalgia. And pain.
Occupation: Healer/medic
Rank: trainee
Skills:
Cecil is a traditional folk healer as well as a modern medicine doctor-in-training, and has a basic understanding of each that gives him the best of both worlds.
He is more well trained in the traditional medicine, and can unofficially diagnose chronic diseases and the Qi disharmonies associated with them via a short examination including pulse and tongue inspection. He may then prescribe simple herbal formulas and administer acupuncture to correct them, although he has no legal certification. He has an especially in-depth understanding of Cilparan herbs and their harvest and preparation. His knowledge of acupuncture is more limited; he knows over 50 “cookbook” points that have specific pain-relieving and physiological effects, but not many combination protocols. However, his own Qi is powerful enough that he use the Force to catalyze the regeneration of simple wounds such as cuts, burns, and bruises by massaging the patient with his hands.
He is less trained in modern medicine but is proficient in basic emergency response, and can use any instrument in a Medpac or Medkit. He can sterilize, treat, and bandage open wounds, usually with a combination of kolto and his Force Heal ability. He can improvise when making splints and slings for bone and joint injuries.
Cecil is better than the average human at disc throwing. Cilparan children in school are taught to play Ultimate Disc (a game similar to Ultimate in our world, but using compound discs that can be thrown like a discus or like a Frisbee) to defend against the predatory Ronk, which are allergic to compressed Oratay fruit discs. This is Cecil’s favorite sport. He prefers to throw it inside-to-out from the waist (like a Frisbee) as he prefers accuracy over distance, but he is capable of many throws. If the disc hits something hard nearby (such as a wall or a person wearing armor) with enough velocity, it has a chance of returning to Cecil. It can be used for self-defense.
Equipment:
Medkit: He has a portable version of the standard Medkit; it can provide more comprehensive treatment than a Medpac and it can be used multiple times before it needs to be replenished, but it is still much smaller than a full Medkit. It is more suited for treating a wide variety of afflictions rather than specialized for those most commonly seen on the battlefield, as military-issue Medpacs are. It contains 1 Medisensor, 2 flexclamps, synthflesh, irrigation bulbs, kolto, spray-bandages, spray-hypos, bone stabilizers, antiseptics, drugs, coagulants, stim-shots, 1 sonic scalpel, 1 laser cauterizer, and 1 sample analyzer. All of these items are contained in a flexible rectangular pouch with subdivisions.
Acupuncture and Herbs kit: Cecil uses this for non-urgent treatments such as chronic pain or disease. He keeps a healthy supply of 2-inch stainless steel wire needles, which are single-use and must be disposed of carefully. There is a limited supply of herbal powders from Cilparan plants, which are in harmlessly small quantities in sealed jars so that they aren’t difficult to get through spaceport scanners. There are several bottles of compressed herb pills and supplements for common afflictions. Finally, there is a mortar and pestle in case Cecil needs to process any raw product.
Ultimate Disc Disc: A toy disc, about ten inches in diameter, made of a durable compound synthetic material that makes it hard yet flexible and aerodynamic. It is heavier than it looks. At the edge it rounds off to a lip on one side where it can be grasped multiple ways and thrown like a discus or a Frisbee. It is used to play the sport Ultimate Disc.
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 4
Intelligence: 7
Speed: 4
Leadership: 3
Unarmed: 1
Melee Weapons: 1 (Disc)
Ranged Weapons: 3 (Disc-throwing)
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 0
Telepathic: 0
Body: 0
Sense: 0
Protection: 0
Healing: 3
Destruction: 0
Alignment: +3
It might be higher because he’s very compassionate and pure, but he is administering medical treatment illegally without certification from the government.
Bio:
Cecil was born in the spaceport town of Mos Tommro on the colony agriworld of Cilpar to Guy and Lierra Wander. Guy was a customs official who supervised the planet’s imports; Lierra was a doctor and nurse. Mos Tommro was the main spaceport on Cilpar, and thus the main hub of distribution of goods to and from Kiidan, Cilpar’s capital, and the other settlements on Cilpar. However, despite its role in the planet’s economy, Mos Tommro did not have an agricultural or mining industry of its own, and the majority of the small town’s several thousand inhabitants were spaceport officials, spaceport labor, or cargo pilots. Cilpar rarely had visitors of even the Fringe kind, so Mos Tommro was an exception to the rule of criminally infested spaceports, and was actually very safe and friendly. It had a very rural, tight-knit, and almost tribe-like sense of community. After all, many of the people were descended from simple farmer-colonists. For this reason, Lierra treated many of the townspeople in an intimate, caring family medical practice. Her success came from her family’s reputation as a long line of traditional healers; Lierra was the first to break away from the mold set by her herbalist/folk medicine ancestors and seek a true modern medical education off-planet. After returning to Cilpar, she opened her practice and worked for a few years before meeting Guy, marrying him, and later having Cecil.
Lierra’s mother, Morgan, who was Cecil’s grandmother and the last traditional healer of the family, was still alive through most of Cecil’s young life and passed on much of her wisdom to him. The genealogy of Morgan and Lierra’s family was never quite known, but Morgan always speculated that they descended not from the farmer-colonists but rather from the ancient species that mysteriously disappeared from Cilpar after building its many mysterious, indestructible stone temples, far before the colonists arrived. Of course, she had no evidence to support this baseless theory, but it was a convenient explanation why the botanical literature regarding the planet’s many medicinal herbs seemed to be far too advanced for the relatively short period of time since the colonists arrived.
Cecil was so named due to his parents’ vision that he would someday travel the stars; they gave him a name that sounded similar to that of Cilpar, so that Cecil and all the many people he’d meet in his travels would easily remember the name of home world. Thus, he would always carry a little piece of the legacy of Cilpar with him. He proved to be true to their vision as he grew up a very curious knowledge seeker who loved to explore and read. As a child, he was very bright and active. He made friends with the neighborhood children and liked to play with them in the streets and around the homes of Mos Tommro. He often begged Morgan to tell him fairytales, which often were actually historical accounts of the Cilpar colonists and their adventures. Morgan guided the young Cecil through much of his young life when his parents were working. She would take him on nature walks and he’d be fascinated by her explanations of the trees, flowers, and animals.
He entered school normally at the age of 8, although he was always teased for the way he rushed to his mother’s side and clung to her whenever she was around. He wasn’t very good at games and sports, either. For these reasons, in his early school years the boy was cruelly teased by his classmates. Even some of the kids that had once been his neighborhood friends, bullied him. Sometimes it even escalated to shoving and kicking. Cecil wasn’t the type to fight back, and would just cry instead, bringing him even more ridicule. For a few years, he pushed himself away from others and spent time playing alone, exploring the forest around his house and closely investigating every plant, rock, and animal he encountered. He spent much of the time running, jumping, and climbing, gradually improving his coordination. At school, he would simply show up, study, do the assignments, and then leave without socializing at all.
The dangerous Ronk, Cilpar’s native predatory feline species, are best deterred by throwing discs made of the compressed ground pulp of the Oratay fruit, to which the Ronk are highly allergic. It is for this reason that Cilparan children in school are taught to play Ultimate Disc (a game similar to Ultimate in our world, but using compound discs that can be thrown like a discus or like a Frisbee). At the age of 12, a teacher recommended to Guy and Lierra that Cecil join the Disc classes and clubs. Cecil was reluctant; he was afraid he’d be made fun of again. However, he joined and for some reason he excelled at it. Guy claimed it was that he had inherited his father’s natural talent. Perhaps it was so, but Cecil also had supple wrists, fine-tuned control, and a little more endurance now. Once he became dedicated to it, he showed unbridled determination and effort, and rapidly became a driving force of the Disc team. Cecil soon had his revenge against the bullies by gaining popularity among the girls as he matured as a Disc player and as a young man. Along the way, he continued to keep up with his studies, enjoying history and the sciences over mathematics and literature. By the time he entered secondary school, the other boys respected him again, and accepted his crybaby-ness. He had even made some good friends on his Disc team, with whom he would continue to play with throughout the years.
During his teen years, Cecil divided a lot of his time between helping out at his mother’s clinic and hanging around with his father at the docks. At the clinic, he learned how to interact with people and felt the sense of purpose in caring for them. Lierra also began training Cecil in emergency response. She taught him how to use many of the basic items in a Medkit and how to administer first aid. He was even encouraged to practice it on his own when anyone got hurt at Disc practice. With his father at the docks, he met many interesting pilots and travelers who had much to share about their pasts, be it verbally through stories or simply implied by their appearance. Guy also had a habit of blankly and robotically explaining shipping details to Cecil, who listened intently. This had the unexpected effect of teaching Cecil much more about the economy and infrastructure of the galaxy than the boy’s economics classes had, mostly in regards to what imported products were for and how and where they were manufactured. He absorbed all of this knowledge, as anything else, in case it might help him some day. However, he never left Cilpar, and his knowledge of the galaxy was still largely unrefined and limited.
This inspired Cecil to approach his grandmother and beg her to teach him the “old medicine.” At first, she thought he’d be to closed-minded to the old ways, but Cecil convinced her that was not the case. Morgan began to teach Cecil the theory and methods of diagnosis and treatment when he was 15. Throughout the rest of Cecil’s schooling, he’d come home from regular classes every afternoon to practice acupuncture, identify medicinal plants, and memorize and prepare herbal formulas. This was all supplemented by thorough lessons in first aid, such as how to use a Medpac, provided by Lierra. Through frequent training and meditation exercises, Morgan even passed on the ability to manipulate one’s own net flow of chemical and electrical energy, known as Qi. Cecil could channel this energy into his palm and transfer it to a patient, aiding in the rapid regeneration of wounds such as cuts, burns, or bruises. Qi was said to have been discovered by the ancient race that once lived on Cilpar, and Morgan claimed that this knowledge and ability was somehow passed on to them. A certain order of galactic peace-keeping warrior mystics would have called this the Force, but the Cilparans only knew marginally of the Jedi and their abilities, since the Jedi had no reason to come to peaceful Cilpar. Therefore, the healers never made the connection, and their healing power was never known as the Force. Nevertheless, Cecil no doubt had the genetic predisposition passed down, through Lierra, from one of the healers.
“Do not shun either the old medicine or the new medicine,” Morgan told Cecil. “Both are good, for different things, and each also have bad. A good doctor would keep as many tools at his disposal as possible. This includes both nature and technology.” It was such wisdom that helped Cecil formulate his own ideas about integrative medicine. He wished to practice both, preserving the traditional ways and allowing them to synergize with the modern.
When Cecil was 16, Morgan began taking on other apprentices from amongst the town. This was the first time that a healer spread the knowledge to others, although they weren’t really considered outsiders so long as they were Cilparans. Two students in particular lasted—a boy from Cecil’s class and a girl named Ganymede. The three became very close and often studied together for Morgan’s classes. When it came time for botanical fieldwork, Cecil and Ganymede spent a lot of time out together in the woods, discussing their futures as they hunted the forest for whatever herb Morgan had assigned them to harvest. Cecil even once protected Ganymede from a Ronk by throwing an Oratay disc at it.
Throughout his school years, Cecil came into his own as a man. During secondary school, he was respected by his male peers despite his sensitive side, and even quite popular with the girls. However, he had eyes only for Ganymede, and asked her to go out with him. They fell in love, and sometimes their studies suffered for it, but both managed to graduate from secondary school, enabling them to enter the workforce (as most Cilparans did, either becoming farmers or spaceport workers) or to continue their training. Some of Cecil’s friends went off to join the military. Cecil continued to work at Lierra’s clinic, as well as study healing with Morgan, and do odd jobs for his friends around the city. But Cecil was very happy with his life. The people of Mos Tommro adored him, he had a future direction for his life, and he had a great girlfriend. Everything was going his way.
That is, until one day, when Ganymede dumped him. She told Cecil that he had the potential to be a great doctor someday, but only if he went off-planet to seek a better education than he could find on Cilpar. And she was afraid that she was only reason he was hanging around and wasting time on Cilpar. She told him that she knew in her heart that he wanted to leave his homeworld and see the galaxy. It was even in his name: Wander. She told him she’d stay and continue training with Morgan, but the only way their art could survive would be if Cecil went to medical school so that people across the stars would believe in his herbs and the touch of his hand. Then, good Qi would come to Cipar.
There was nothing more Cecil could say at that point. Truth be told, Ganymede was right, so all he could do was let her walk away. He bitterly heeded her advice, but his heart was broken. He could no longer bear to study alongside her under his grandmother, and resigned from Morgan’s class, promising to learn the rest after he returned from medical school. He compiled a résumé and sent it to a medical school on Coruscant. When he was called for an interview for admission and possible scholarship, he took up a collection from the people of Mos Tommro to fund his journey to the Republic capital. It didn’t take long, as everyone was very supportive. Ganymede donated generously, in silence.
Cecil was among very few individuals from Mos Tommro to leave Cilpar for an extended period of time. The last one who went for medical school was Lierra. And so the morning of his departure, he arrived at the spaceport to find a huge send-off party of his family, friends, neighbors, and former classmates. Even his ex-girlfriend was there. With such a huge backing and great positive Qi from everyone he knew, he had enough energy and determination to land that scholarship and become the best doctor Cilpar had ever known. He had never left Cilpar before, but on that day, Cecil Wander would have no fear.
But one excruciatingly long space trip, one misplaced bag at the destination’s spaceport, an expensive cab ride, and a night in a noisy hotel later, Cecil was rejected at the interview. The medical school only explained that his academic credentials weren’t up to par and he just wasn’t the sort of person they were looking for. Cecil was crushed. Worst of all, he couldn’t return home. Not after his whole village had placed so much faith in him. No one on Cilpar really knew what it was like to apply to school and fail, least of all Cecil. To him, it was a crushing defeated and his life was over. He remained on Coruscant in a depressed slump, spending the rest of his funds on food and lodging.
Fast forward to five weeks later. Cecil was living on the street. The money was gone. He was thin, haggard, and his clothes were raggedy. Bags under his eyes. He made his home on an old, discarded sleeper. He was living out of his suitcase. It was a bright sunny day. And he was panhandling.
“Get a job, hippie!” came the nasty shout from a stuffy Kel Dor in a business suit as he passed the mouth of Cecil’s alley, kicking a metal can in the young boy’s direction. But Cecil did not pay attention to the rude gesture—he contemplated the Kel Dor’s words. Deeply.
Suddenly, Cecil had an epiphany, leaping to his feet so quickly that the Kel Dor thought he was trying to start a brawl and immediately put up his fists. Cecil hastily apologized and sat back down. As soon as the Kel Dor spat at him and left, rounding the corner, Cecil leaped to his feet once more. That’s it! He didn’t need to go to medical school in order to become a doctor. It was a huge galaxy with hundreds of inhabitable planets, and he was young, fresh, and determined! Why would he want to be stuck in a lab or lecture hall anyway? He could travel the galaxy, attaining knowledge about biology and medicine and Qi, and finally return home to Cilpar without being empty handed. And the first step was to get a job so he could work his way off Coruscant!
He immediately gathered his things and set out for the nearest industrial district. Today, nothing could stand in the way of his dream to become a doctor.
RP Sample:
The passenger cabin was pleasantly roomy, and Cecil was relieved that he could stretch out his legs despite the relative low-class air travel. There were no amenities of any kind, and the chairs were uncomfortable, but there it was a couple yards before the next row of chairs in front of him. It was a lot different from the compact planes on Cilpar. Best of all, he had a window seat—okay, not really; there were no windows, but rather a display screen on a monitor suspended overhead showing the stars lazily float by as the ship taxied at sub-hyperspeed to the designated hyperspeed travel space. It was actually quite relaxing and brought a smile to his face. He was starting to doze off.
Suddenly, blaster fire.
“EVERYONE DOWN ON THE GROUND AND HANDS ON YOUR HEAD! THIS IS A HIJACKING!”
The passengers burst into a chaotic panic and immediately descended onto their hands and knees. What? Cecil moaned to himself as he too, carefully lowered himself prone to the floor of the ship. He started to breathe rapidly and his eyes were tearing up. There was no military on board; it was a purely civilian ship, mostly women and children and a few unarmed men like Cecil. What reason did the hijackers have? It could not be the people. It was probably just a small-time cargo robbery. Why does this kind of stuff happen to me? Cecil thought to himself as he sobbed softly.
With his hands on his head, Cecil slowly lifted up his chin to get a look at his captors. There was a Gran, a human, and a Bith pointing their blasters at the crowd. The human and the Bith were holding pistol blasters, the Gran was holding some kind of battle rifle. Two other hijackers disappeared into the pilot’s cabin and dragged out the frightened pilot droid.
“Emergency emergency! Initiate security measures!” The droid’s chest plating swung open like a door, and a small blaster appeared from within. One of the two hijackers, who turned out to both be Duros, kicked the droid in the knee and it crumpled to the floor uselessly.
“Ow ow ow ow ow…”
“All right, listen up,” the Gran bleated. “We’re not here to hurt ya. We just need to take some of the cargo and transfer it to our ship, which should be arriving momentarily. If you want this to go smoothly, STAY WHERE YOU ARE AND DON’T MOVE!”
Suddenly, more blaster fire. And a scream.
“WHAT THE FRACK, MAN?!” the human shouted, smacking the Bith on the side of the enlarged cranium. The nervous, trembling Bith had accidentally shot a passenger, a human woman, point-blank in the arm.
The Gran’s eye stalks swiveled around in a circle and immediately became angry. “CALM DOWN. CALM DOWN. Lady, you okay?”
“It hurts!”
“SHUT UP!” the Gran yelled, waving the rifle in her face. “We need to shut this lady up. Fargo, get that Medpac over there.”
The human went to the Medpac station mounted on the wall and detached the small box, then returned to the woman, who sitting on the floor against the side of her chair.
“I hope you know how to treat yer kind,” the Gran grumbled as Fargo opened the Medpac. He figured out how to turn the Medisensor on and scan the blaster wound, but after the machine rattled off a series of simple instructions, the only thing Fargo could do was stare blankly at the contents of pack.
“Useless!” the Gran grumbled, punching Fargo in the shoulder. He got up and started surveying the passenger cabin with his three black eyes. “Medic! Is there a medic on board?”
The passengers were all silent and simply cowered in their places on the floor, except for some wimpy-looking kid who slowly got to his knees and raised his hand.
“I’m… I can do it,” Cecil choked out through a steady stream of tears.
The Gran hijacker waved him forward. “What’s yer name, kid?”
“S-S-Cecil.”
“Where ya from?”
“S-S-Cilpar.”
“Well, Cecil from Cilpar, I hope you know what yer doin’.”
“I do.”
As he approached the woman and descended to one knee, there was a transformation. His eyes dried up and his expression became more serious. He carefully took the woman’s arm into his hands. The blaster shot had impacted her in the bicep on the upper arm, leaving some surface damage surrounded by a circular burn wound with dark seared flesh and a little bit of smoke still rising from it.
“Relax, this might sting a little.” Cecil reached into the Medpac and got some sterilizing alcohol, and dabbed over the wound using a cotton ball. Then he closed his eyes and hovered his hand over the burned flesh. Hostages and hijackers alike craned their necks to see what was going on. Cecil remained meditative, his expression calm and focused. At the fringes of the wound, the color started to lighten up, and the odor of burned flesh, trapped in the closed cabin, dissipated.
“It’s- It’s the Force!” Fargo whispered to the Gran leader. One of the Duros asked frantically if the boy was a Jedi. The other one elbowed him in the ribs.
When Cecil opened his eyes pulled his hand away, the wound seemed somewhat better. The center was still burned, but Cecil had accelerated the process and it would heal faster over the next few days, he explained to the woman. Using a scalpel, he carefully severed away the destroyed flesh, leaving only the raw, healing flesh below and a dark circle at the point of entry of the laser. He applied a kolto smear and a patch, then wrapped up the arm in a gauze bandage. The woman smiled and thanked him for the care. When he had tied it off, he replaced the items in the Medpac, and sat cross-legged, looking up at the hijackers innocently.
“Get up,” the Gran ordered, pointing with his gun. Cecil obeyed. “You a Jedi?”
“A w-what?”
“Bah!” The Gran said with a wave of his hand. He turned around and scratched his head to think. Suddenly, he looked over his shoulder at Cecil. “Well, what are you waiting for?” The Gran barked. Some kind of medal or something?! Get back to your seat and get on the floor!”
Cecil made a noise somewhere between a sob and a hiccup and tears immediately began flowing down his cheeks once more. He obediently rushed back to his spot and lowered himself to the floor again, hoping this would all be over soon.
Character permission: 1st character
Name: Cecil Wander
Race: Human
Age: 22
Height: 5’8”
Weight: 145 lbs.
Birth place: Mos Tommro, Cilpar
Appearance:
Cecil is a white human with medium-length, wavy reddish-brown hair and brown eyes. His face is round, youthful, and often cheery but marked with a slight twinge of anxiety at the space between the eyebrows and the corner of his smile. He has clear, slightly tanned skin, and isn’t very hairy, although he does have to shave his chin to keep it smooth. His eyes are often glistening, as if he had been crying recently, even if he hasn’t been—but they still seem to perpetually burn with a tiny flicker of determination.
He isn’t very tall and is somewhat light, but proportionate. He isn’t very muscular; he has strong shoulders but they aren’t big. Overall, his upper body is smaller than his lower body so he is not top-heavy. He carries himself with a slight hunch that would seem to suggest low self-esteem, but it’s really just humbleness. His clothes are nothing to gawk at, just the simple garb of a commoner: dull brown, grey, or green tunic, brown or grey trousers, and black leather belt and boots. He doesn’t have much choice for variation because he is living out of a suitcase at the moment. He may be seen dragging the thing around, or just with a smaller shoulder pack containing his Medkit and herbs.
Suitcase: The suitcase that Cecil brought with him for his interview on Coruscant. He keeps all of his clothes in it, but there’s enough room to keep his shoulder pack and all of its contents in there as well. It doesn’t have a hover drive so Cecil has to use the wheels. It can be a hassle on uneven terrain.
Shoulder pack: A strong textile pack with a comfortably padded shoulder strap. It is large enough to contain his Medkit, acupuncture and herbs kit, and disc.
Personality:
Cecil can be best described as a “Momma’s boy”—he is optimistic, gentle, and compassionate, yet naïve, spoiled, and fearful. To be blunt, he’s somewhat of a crybaby. However, now that he’s left his home world, he can no longer rely on the guiding hands of his family, and must forge his own path through the stars. He has a passion for adventure—as long as that adventure doesn’t involve danger. He’d prefer just to explore the galaxy and acquire experience and have fun without any conflicts. But for some reason, he always just happens to be in the wrong place at the wrong time—or the right place at the right time, depending on how you look at it. Those who know him would say that it’s sheer dumb luck. Others claim that he has some repressed psychological urge to go looking for trouble.
As a boy, Cecil’s grandmother always told him never to bottle his emotions within, and that there was nothing wrong with a grown man crying if it helps to cleanse him of his fear and find bravery. As a result, Cecil is quite resilient and courageous but very emotional, and at the first sign of danger he can burst into tears unexpectedly. However, should Cecil be informed that the crisis requires the use of his medical expertise, he will undergo a dramatic transformation. He will assume the demeanor of a reserved and focused warrior, and despite any chaos around him he will carry out his task efficiently and calmly. He does not discriminate between species, genders, or factions, and will dutifully treat even enemies and criminals. He has humbly devoted his life to medicine and the healing arts and will work diligently to improve his skills and knowledge.
He may not yet be wise in the ways of the galaxy, but Cecil has a good head on his shoulders when it comes to problem solving, creativity, and quick thinking. He has good common sense—including knowing when he’s in over his head. He may not be very charismatic or eloquent but he’s not afraid to use his words to help him get out of sticky situations, although he will probably stutter.
Cecil is quite sensitive and will also cry when he hears something sad, since in his sheltered history he hasn’t encountered much tragedy. The greatest tragedy in his life is having not yet found any spicy cuisine in the galaxy more potent than his grandmother’s chili, which also makes him cry. From nostalgia. And pain.
Occupation: Healer/medic
Rank: trainee
Skills:
Cecil is a traditional folk healer as well as a modern medicine doctor-in-training, and has a basic understanding of each that gives him the best of both worlds.
He is more well trained in the traditional medicine, and can unofficially diagnose chronic diseases and the Qi disharmonies associated with them via a short examination including pulse and tongue inspection. He may then prescribe simple herbal formulas and administer acupuncture to correct them, although he has no legal certification. He has an especially in-depth understanding of Cilparan herbs and their harvest and preparation. His knowledge of acupuncture is more limited; he knows over 50 “cookbook” points that have specific pain-relieving and physiological effects, but not many combination protocols. However, his own Qi is powerful enough that he use the Force to catalyze the regeneration of simple wounds such as cuts, burns, and bruises by massaging the patient with his hands.
He is less trained in modern medicine but is proficient in basic emergency response, and can use any instrument in a Medpac or Medkit. He can sterilize, treat, and bandage open wounds, usually with a combination of kolto and his Force Heal ability. He can improvise when making splints and slings for bone and joint injuries.
Cecil is better than the average human at disc throwing. Cilparan children in school are taught to play Ultimate Disc (a game similar to Ultimate in our world, but using compound discs that can be thrown like a discus or like a Frisbee) to defend against the predatory Ronk, which are allergic to compressed Oratay fruit discs. This is Cecil’s favorite sport. He prefers to throw it inside-to-out from the waist (like a Frisbee) as he prefers accuracy over distance, but he is capable of many throws. If the disc hits something hard nearby (such as a wall or a person wearing armor) with enough velocity, it has a chance of returning to Cecil. It can be used for self-defense.
Equipment:
Medkit: He has a portable version of the standard Medkit; it can provide more comprehensive treatment than a Medpac and it can be used multiple times before it needs to be replenished, but it is still much smaller than a full Medkit. It is more suited for treating a wide variety of afflictions rather than specialized for those most commonly seen on the battlefield, as military-issue Medpacs are. It contains 1 Medisensor, 2 flexclamps, synthflesh, irrigation bulbs, kolto, spray-bandages, spray-hypos, bone stabilizers, antiseptics, drugs, coagulants, stim-shots, 1 sonic scalpel, 1 laser cauterizer, and 1 sample analyzer. All of these items are contained in a flexible rectangular pouch with subdivisions.
Acupuncture and Herbs kit: Cecil uses this for non-urgent treatments such as chronic pain or disease. He keeps a healthy supply of 2-inch stainless steel wire needles, which are single-use and must be disposed of carefully. There is a limited supply of herbal powders from Cilparan plants, which are in harmlessly small quantities in sealed jars so that they aren’t difficult to get through spaceport scanners. There are several bottles of compressed herb pills and supplements for common afflictions. Finally, there is a mortar and pestle in case Cecil needs to process any raw product.
Ultimate Disc Disc: A toy disc, about ten inches in diameter, made of a durable compound synthetic material that makes it hard yet flexible and aerodynamic. It is heavier than it looks. At the edge it rounds off to a lip on one side where it can be grasped multiple ways and thrown like a discus or a Frisbee. It is used to play the sport Ultimate Disc.
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 4
Intelligence: 7
Speed: 4
Leadership: 3
Unarmed: 1
Melee Weapons: 1 (Disc)
Ranged Weapons: 3 (Disc-throwing)
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 0
Telepathic: 0
Body: 0
Sense: 0
Protection: 0
Healing: 3
Destruction: 0
Alignment: +3
It might be higher because he’s very compassionate and pure, but he is administering medical treatment illegally without certification from the government.
Bio:
Cecil was born in the spaceport town of Mos Tommro on the colony agriworld of Cilpar to Guy and Lierra Wander. Guy was a customs official who supervised the planet’s imports; Lierra was a doctor and nurse. Mos Tommro was the main spaceport on Cilpar, and thus the main hub of distribution of goods to and from Kiidan, Cilpar’s capital, and the other settlements on Cilpar. However, despite its role in the planet’s economy, Mos Tommro did not have an agricultural or mining industry of its own, and the majority of the small town’s several thousand inhabitants were spaceport officials, spaceport labor, or cargo pilots. Cilpar rarely had visitors of even the Fringe kind, so Mos Tommro was an exception to the rule of criminally infested spaceports, and was actually very safe and friendly. It had a very rural, tight-knit, and almost tribe-like sense of community. After all, many of the people were descended from simple farmer-colonists. For this reason, Lierra treated many of the townspeople in an intimate, caring family medical practice. Her success came from her family’s reputation as a long line of traditional healers; Lierra was the first to break away from the mold set by her herbalist/folk medicine ancestors and seek a true modern medical education off-planet. After returning to Cilpar, she opened her practice and worked for a few years before meeting Guy, marrying him, and later having Cecil.
Lierra’s mother, Morgan, who was Cecil’s grandmother and the last traditional healer of the family, was still alive through most of Cecil’s young life and passed on much of her wisdom to him. The genealogy of Morgan and Lierra’s family was never quite known, but Morgan always speculated that they descended not from the farmer-colonists but rather from the ancient species that mysteriously disappeared from Cilpar after building its many mysterious, indestructible stone temples, far before the colonists arrived. Of course, she had no evidence to support this baseless theory, but it was a convenient explanation why the botanical literature regarding the planet’s many medicinal herbs seemed to be far too advanced for the relatively short period of time since the colonists arrived.
Cecil was so named due to his parents’ vision that he would someday travel the stars; they gave him a name that sounded similar to that of Cilpar, so that Cecil and all the many people he’d meet in his travels would easily remember the name of home world. Thus, he would always carry a little piece of the legacy of Cilpar with him. He proved to be true to their vision as he grew up a very curious knowledge seeker who loved to explore and read. As a child, he was very bright and active. He made friends with the neighborhood children and liked to play with them in the streets and around the homes of Mos Tommro. He often begged Morgan to tell him fairytales, which often were actually historical accounts of the Cilpar colonists and their adventures. Morgan guided the young Cecil through much of his young life when his parents were working. She would take him on nature walks and he’d be fascinated by her explanations of the trees, flowers, and animals.
He entered school normally at the age of 8, although he was always teased for the way he rushed to his mother’s side and clung to her whenever she was around. He wasn’t very good at games and sports, either. For these reasons, in his early school years the boy was cruelly teased by his classmates. Even some of the kids that had once been his neighborhood friends, bullied him. Sometimes it even escalated to shoving and kicking. Cecil wasn’t the type to fight back, and would just cry instead, bringing him even more ridicule. For a few years, he pushed himself away from others and spent time playing alone, exploring the forest around his house and closely investigating every plant, rock, and animal he encountered. He spent much of the time running, jumping, and climbing, gradually improving his coordination. At school, he would simply show up, study, do the assignments, and then leave without socializing at all.
The dangerous Ronk, Cilpar’s native predatory feline species, are best deterred by throwing discs made of the compressed ground pulp of the Oratay fruit, to which the Ronk are highly allergic. It is for this reason that Cilparan children in school are taught to play Ultimate Disc (a game similar to Ultimate in our world, but using compound discs that can be thrown like a discus or like a Frisbee). At the age of 12, a teacher recommended to Guy and Lierra that Cecil join the Disc classes and clubs. Cecil was reluctant; he was afraid he’d be made fun of again. However, he joined and for some reason he excelled at it. Guy claimed it was that he had inherited his father’s natural talent. Perhaps it was so, but Cecil also had supple wrists, fine-tuned control, and a little more endurance now. Once he became dedicated to it, he showed unbridled determination and effort, and rapidly became a driving force of the Disc team. Cecil soon had his revenge against the bullies by gaining popularity among the girls as he matured as a Disc player and as a young man. Along the way, he continued to keep up with his studies, enjoying history and the sciences over mathematics and literature. By the time he entered secondary school, the other boys respected him again, and accepted his crybaby-ness. He had even made some good friends on his Disc team, with whom he would continue to play with throughout the years.
During his teen years, Cecil divided a lot of his time between helping out at his mother’s clinic and hanging around with his father at the docks. At the clinic, he learned how to interact with people and felt the sense of purpose in caring for them. Lierra also began training Cecil in emergency response. She taught him how to use many of the basic items in a Medkit and how to administer first aid. He was even encouraged to practice it on his own when anyone got hurt at Disc practice. With his father at the docks, he met many interesting pilots and travelers who had much to share about their pasts, be it verbally through stories or simply implied by their appearance. Guy also had a habit of blankly and robotically explaining shipping details to Cecil, who listened intently. This had the unexpected effect of teaching Cecil much more about the economy and infrastructure of the galaxy than the boy’s economics classes had, mostly in regards to what imported products were for and how and where they were manufactured. He absorbed all of this knowledge, as anything else, in case it might help him some day. However, he never left Cilpar, and his knowledge of the galaxy was still largely unrefined and limited.
This inspired Cecil to approach his grandmother and beg her to teach him the “old medicine.” At first, she thought he’d be to closed-minded to the old ways, but Cecil convinced her that was not the case. Morgan began to teach Cecil the theory and methods of diagnosis and treatment when he was 15. Throughout the rest of Cecil’s schooling, he’d come home from regular classes every afternoon to practice acupuncture, identify medicinal plants, and memorize and prepare herbal formulas. This was all supplemented by thorough lessons in first aid, such as how to use a Medpac, provided by Lierra. Through frequent training and meditation exercises, Morgan even passed on the ability to manipulate one’s own net flow of chemical and electrical energy, known as Qi. Cecil could channel this energy into his palm and transfer it to a patient, aiding in the rapid regeneration of wounds such as cuts, burns, or bruises. Qi was said to have been discovered by the ancient race that once lived on Cilpar, and Morgan claimed that this knowledge and ability was somehow passed on to them. A certain order of galactic peace-keeping warrior mystics would have called this the Force, but the Cilparans only knew marginally of the Jedi and their abilities, since the Jedi had no reason to come to peaceful Cilpar. Therefore, the healers never made the connection, and their healing power was never known as the Force. Nevertheless, Cecil no doubt had the genetic predisposition passed down, through Lierra, from one of the healers.
“Do not shun either the old medicine or the new medicine,” Morgan told Cecil. “Both are good, for different things, and each also have bad. A good doctor would keep as many tools at his disposal as possible. This includes both nature and technology.” It was such wisdom that helped Cecil formulate his own ideas about integrative medicine. He wished to practice both, preserving the traditional ways and allowing them to synergize with the modern.
When Cecil was 16, Morgan began taking on other apprentices from amongst the town. This was the first time that a healer spread the knowledge to others, although they weren’t really considered outsiders so long as they were Cilparans. Two students in particular lasted—a boy from Cecil’s class and a girl named Ganymede. The three became very close and often studied together for Morgan’s classes. When it came time for botanical fieldwork, Cecil and Ganymede spent a lot of time out together in the woods, discussing their futures as they hunted the forest for whatever herb Morgan had assigned them to harvest. Cecil even once protected Ganymede from a Ronk by throwing an Oratay disc at it.
Throughout his school years, Cecil came into his own as a man. During secondary school, he was respected by his male peers despite his sensitive side, and even quite popular with the girls. However, he had eyes only for Ganymede, and asked her to go out with him. They fell in love, and sometimes their studies suffered for it, but both managed to graduate from secondary school, enabling them to enter the workforce (as most Cilparans did, either becoming farmers or spaceport workers) or to continue their training. Some of Cecil’s friends went off to join the military. Cecil continued to work at Lierra’s clinic, as well as study healing with Morgan, and do odd jobs for his friends around the city. But Cecil was very happy with his life. The people of Mos Tommro adored him, he had a future direction for his life, and he had a great girlfriend. Everything was going his way.
That is, until one day, when Ganymede dumped him. She told Cecil that he had the potential to be a great doctor someday, but only if he went off-planet to seek a better education than he could find on Cilpar. And she was afraid that she was only reason he was hanging around and wasting time on Cilpar. She told him that she knew in her heart that he wanted to leave his homeworld and see the galaxy. It was even in his name: Wander. She told him she’d stay and continue training with Morgan, but the only way their art could survive would be if Cecil went to medical school so that people across the stars would believe in his herbs and the touch of his hand. Then, good Qi would come to Cipar.
There was nothing more Cecil could say at that point. Truth be told, Ganymede was right, so all he could do was let her walk away. He bitterly heeded her advice, but his heart was broken. He could no longer bear to study alongside her under his grandmother, and resigned from Morgan’s class, promising to learn the rest after he returned from medical school. He compiled a résumé and sent it to a medical school on Coruscant. When he was called for an interview for admission and possible scholarship, he took up a collection from the people of Mos Tommro to fund his journey to the Republic capital. It didn’t take long, as everyone was very supportive. Ganymede donated generously, in silence.
Cecil was among very few individuals from Mos Tommro to leave Cilpar for an extended period of time. The last one who went for medical school was Lierra. And so the morning of his departure, he arrived at the spaceport to find a huge send-off party of his family, friends, neighbors, and former classmates. Even his ex-girlfriend was there. With such a huge backing and great positive Qi from everyone he knew, he had enough energy and determination to land that scholarship and become the best doctor Cilpar had ever known. He had never left Cilpar before, but on that day, Cecil Wander would have no fear.
But one excruciatingly long space trip, one misplaced bag at the destination’s spaceport, an expensive cab ride, and a night in a noisy hotel later, Cecil was rejected at the interview. The medical school only explained that his academic credentials weren’t up to par and he just wasn’t the sort of person they were looking for. Cecil was crushed. Worst of all, he couldn’t return home. Not after his whole village had placed so much faith in him. No one on Cilpar really knew what it was like to apply to school and fail, least of all Cecil. To him, it was a crushing defeated and his life was over. He remained on Coruscant in a depressed slump, spending the rest of his funds on food and lodging.
Fast forward to five weeks later. Cecil was living on the street. The money was gone. He was thin, haggard, and his clothes were raggedy. Bags under his eyes. He made his home on an old, discarded sleeper. He was living out of his suitcase. It was a bright sunny day. And he was panhandling.
“Get a job, hippie!” came the nasty shout from a stuffy Kel Dor in a business suit as he passed the mouth of Cecil’s alley, kicking a metal can in the young boy’s direction. But Cecil did not pay attention to the rude gesture—he contemplated the Kel Dor’s words. Deeply.
Suddenly, Cecil had an epiphany, leaping to his feet so quickly that the Kel Dor thought he was trying to start a brawl and immediately put up his fists. Cecil hastily apologized and sat back down. As soon as the Kel Dor spat at him and left, rounding the corner, Cecil leaped to his feet once more. That’s it! He didn’t need to go to medical school in order to become a doctor. It was a huge galaxy with hundreds of inhabitable planets, and he was young, fresh, and determined! Why would he want to be stuck in a lab or lecture hall anyway? He could travel the galaxy, attaining knowledge about biology and medicine and Qi, and finally return home to Cilpar without being empty handed. And the first step was to get a job so he could work his way off Coruscant!
He immediately gathered his things and set out for the nearest industrial district. Today, nothing could stand in the way of his dream to become a doctor.
RP Sample:
The passenger cabin was pleasantly roomy, and Cecil was relieved that he could stretch out his legs despite the relative low-class air travel. There were no amenities of any kind, and the chairs were uncomfortable, but there it was a couple yards before the next row of chairs in front of him. It was a lot different from the compact planes on Cilpar. Best of all, he had a window seat—okay, not really; there were no windows, but rather a display screen on a monitor suspended overhead showing the stars lazily float by as the ship taxied at sub-hyperspeed to the designated hyperspeed travel space. It was actually quite relaxing and brought a smile to his face. He was starting to doze off.
Suddenly, blaster fire.
“EVERYONE DOWN ON THE GROUND AND HANDS ON YOUR HEAD! THIS IS A HIJACKING!”
The passengers burst into a chaotic panic and immediately descended onto their hands and knees. What? Cecil moaned to himself as he too, carefully lowered himself prone to the floor of the ship. He started to breathe rapidly and his eyes were tearing up. There was no military on board; it was a purely civilian ship, mostly women and children and a few unarmed men like Cecil. What reason did the hijackers have? It could not be the people. It was probably just a small-time cargo robbery. Why does this kind of stuff happen to me? Cecil thought to himself as he sobbed softly.
With his hands on his head, Cecil slowly lifted up his chin to get a look at his captors. There was a Gran, a human, and a Bith pointing their blasters at the crowd. The human and the Bith were holding pistol blasters, the Gran was holding some kind of battle rifle. Two other hijackers disappeared into the pilot’s cabin and dragged out the frightened pilot droid.
“Emergency emergency! Initiate security measures!” The droid’s chest plating swung open like a door, and a small blaster appeared from within. One of the two hijackers, who turned out to both be Duros, kicked the droid in the knee and it crumpled to the floor uselessly.
“Ow ow ow ow ow…”
“All right, listen up,” the Gran bleated. “We’re not here to hurt ya. We just need to take some of the cargo and transfer it to our ship, which should be arriving momentarily. If you want this to go smoothly, STAY WHERE YOU ARE AND DON’T MOVE!”
Suddenly, more blaster fire. And a scream.
“WHAT THE FRACK, MAN?!” the human shouted, smacking the Bith on the side of the enlarged cranium. The nervous, trembling Bith had accidentally shot a passenger, a human woman, point-blank in the arm.
The Gran’s eye stalks swiveled around in a circle and immediately became angry. “CALM DOWN. CALM DOWN. Lady, you okay?”
“It hurts!”
“SHUT UP!” the Gran yelled, waving the rifle in her face. “We need to shut this lady up. Fargo, get that Medpac over there.”
The human went to the Medpac station mounted on the wall and detached the small box, then returned to the woman, who sitting on the floor against the side of her chair.
“I hope you know how to treat yer kind,” the Gran grumbled as Fargo opened the Medpac. He figured out how to turn the Medisensor on and scan the blaster wound, but after the machine rattled off a series of simple instructions, the only thing Fargo could do was stare blankly at the contents of pack.
“Useless!” the Gran grumbled, punching Fargo in the shoulder. He got up and started surveying the passenger cabin with his three black eyes. “Medic! Is there a medic on board?”
The passengers were all silent and simply cowered in their places on the floor, except for some wimpy-looking kid who slowly got to his knees and raised his hand.
“I’m… I can do it,” Cecil choked out through a steady stream of tears.
The Gran hijacker waved him forward. “What’s yer name, kid?”
“S-S-Cecil.”
“Where ya from?”
“S-S-Cilpar.”
“Well, Cecil from Cilpar, I hope you know what yer doin’.”
“I do.”
As he approached the woman and descended to one knee, there was a transformation. His eyes dried up and his expression became more serious. He carefully took the woman’s arm into his hands. The blaster shot had impacted her in the bicep on the upper arm, leaving some surface damage surrounded by a circular burn wound with dark seared flesh and a little bit of smoke still rising from it.
“Relax, this might sting a little.” Cecil reached into the Medpac and got some sterilizing alcohol, and dabbed over the wound using a cotton ball. Then he closed his eyes and hovered his hand over the burned flesh. Hostages and hijackers alike craned their necks to see what was going on. Cecil remained meditative, his expression calm and focused. At the fringes of the wound, the color started to lighten up, and the odor of burned flesh, trapped in the closed cabin, dissipated.
“It’s- It’s the Force!” Fargo whispered to the Gran leader. One of the Duros asked frantically if the boy was a Jedi. The other one elbowed him in the ribs.
When Cecil opened his eyes pulled his hand away, the wound seemed somewhat better. The center was still burned, but Cecil had accelerated the process and it would heal faster over the next few days, he explained to the woman. Using a scalpel, he carefully severed away the destroyed flesh, leaving only the raw, healing flesh below and a dark circle at the point of entry of the laser. He applied a kolto smear and a patch, then wrapped up the arm in a gauze bandage. The woman smiled and thanked him for the care. When he had tied it off, he replaced the items in the Medpac, and sat cross-legged, looking up at the hijackers innocently.
“Get up,” the Gran ordered, pointing with his gun. Cecil obeyed. “You a Jedi?”
“A w-what?”
“Bah!” The Gran said with a wave of his hand. He turned around and scratched his head to think. Suddenly, he looked over his shoulder at Cecil. “Well, what are you waiting for?” The Gran barked. Some kind of medal or something?! Get back to your seat and get on the floor!”
Cecil made a noise somewhere between a sob and a hiccup and tears immediately began flowing down his cheeks once more. He obediently rushed back to his spot and lowered himself to the floor again, hoping this would all be over soon.
