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Name: Ban-Nio Bink
Gender: Male
Age: Between 23-26
Class: Jedi Knight
Homeworld: Alderaan
Allegiance: Jedi Order, Republic

Early Bio:

Ban was born into a loving Bink family on Alderaan that seemed to have everything together on the outside. But behind closed doors his family was struggling bad financially. His father, Onan Bink, who just lost his job in one of the lesser Biological Reseaching Facilities on Alderaan was getting in to more and more debt with the hutts on Nar Shaddaa due to his secret gambling problem that only he and his closest friend, a member of the Senate, knew of. His wife Deeme Bink was struggling with her job at the local diner, staying late to make enough credits and tips to support them in their high maintance Alderaan lifestyle. After about a 3 months of saving tips and a few paychecks she had enough credits to afford a Corellian Star Shuttle ticket for 2 passengers to any planet in Republic space, she loved Naboo and had family there. She planned on making enough credits when ever she got settled to get a ticket for her husband in the future...but before she could act...there was a knock on the door of their home.

As their family droid answered the door, a strange man in a worn beat-up and scratchy Mandalorian armor, and a dusty brown trench coat with tattered ends and blaster holes invited himself inside the Bink's home, along with the two merc thugs behind him, one a Trandoshan the other a Rodian. Deeme sensing (little did she know she had a connection to the Force) an evil intent with these men, hid in a compartment of the house with little Ban cradled in one arm trying to hush him and a palmgun blaster in the other and the shuttle ticket in her pocket. See watched the whole ordeal play out before her eyes.

These stangers were equipped with weapons that had to be on the very top of the black-market list in Nal Hutta, judging by the blasters and ammo they carried. The men had a terribly evil grin on their faces, a grin that showed the many destructive and hateful acts they've committed. "Who are you? Please state you business with the Bink Residents." The droid stated. "We are... friends of Onan ." The merc in the trench coat said as he walked around the home, searching. He rudely scrambled through papers and knocked over canisters and shelves in the home. He gave cue for his lackeys to do the same. "Is he home?" The droid answered abruptly, "Master Onan is away for the time, but would be back in a few hours, can I relay a message to him?” The merc paused. He took a while and though evilly to himself, head downwards not revealing his eyes to the poor droid. Then with that same evil grin from earlier looked up and answered “Why yes…yes you can.” Suddenly the Merc grabbed his Ripper brand blaster pistol and shot the droid {PEEW!!!} point-blank in the circuits. The droid immediately shouted “I’M HIT” and ran franticly down the corridors of the house only to be stopped by one of the shooters accomplices. “Relay this message to Onan Bink, would you?” The man shouted as he clutched the defenseless droid “If Garrdo the Hutt doesn’t get his 15,500 credits from your Master soon, say the next week or so, he will need a Jedi Master to protect him.” And he threw the droid to the ground.

“He owes money to a hutt crime-lord? How, why…my husband…” she thinks to herself, Deeme started to cry from shock and sheer fear. The droid gave a great screech and crashed to the floor. The sound made baby Ban start to cry and reveal his and his mother position. Before she could try to quickly hush him it was too late they were found. As of the Trandoshan merc opened the compartment door and hissed “Ah, what’s this we have here…” The Rodian chuckled and stated with a bit of evil joy “Must be the Onan scums mate, and offspring.” As Deeme held young Ban in her arms, tears streaming down her face, she had her trembling palmgun blaster aimed at the man in the trench coat. “You gonna shoot me wrench?” He said mockingly “ Just stick to your peace treaties and senatorial elections, you Alderaan bantha slime!” Gathering all the courage her broken and fairly young heart could muster, she fired multiple shots at the man, knowing it would be her last few moments. Time seemed to slow down as she started into the face of the mercs that would be her end…and fired three times. {PEW PEW PEW}…

Shocked by her guts the mercs jumped back in fear and scrambled for their pistols. A shoot out broke out in the home. Putting up as much fight as she could to defend herself and child she was able to hit some of the mercs but not fatality. Deeme had no chance to get into cover and was hit multiple times to the chest and abdomen and fell to the ground dropping the blaster, but was able to shield Ban within her arms and bosoms. The man in the trench coat had been grazed in the head and face by Deeme’s shots but not severely injured and ordered the home be burned out of sheer anger, as he left Deeme to die with her wounds along with her cursed baby.

But little did the merc know that Deeme held fast to the little Force energy she had and cried out through the Force for help unconsciously, sensing…something…something that could help them. Minutes slowly pasted by, she was dying fast from her wounds and emotional state, but young Ban was left by some miraculous way, unharmed. As the fire started to spread around their home and engulfed everything Deeme saw a strange cloaked figure that seemed to come closer to her and Ban. “You’re going to be alright.”

The figure called out to her in the Force as it lifted her and Ban up from the rumble with what seemed like telekinesis! As she was placed down safely by the mysterious hero, she was trying to thank the figure that rescued them but struggled greatly. The figure then came over to the critical conditioned Deeme and tried to heal her but she couldn’t undo the damage as she was not strong enough after bringing both Deeme and the Baby out of the burning home. As Deeme’s last few breaths left her she was able make out the face of a young female Twi’lek inside the hood of a Jedi robe. A young Jedi padawan, she had yellow skin and beautiful markings down her lekku or head-tails that where golden and blue. Her eyes were like amber stones and full of compassion and understanding and showed the power in the Force. Deeme asked her his she could take her son, Ban and the ticket in her pocket and take him to Naboo and find her relatives.

As she tried to continue, the Twi’lek stopped her for Deeme’s health knowing she was in critical condition, “I apologize and I know this may be hard to hear, but I was sent on a mission by the Jedi Order to retrieve your son…because he is force sensitive.” As the words left the young padawan’s mouth, Deeme began smile, as more tears fell down her face as she started to drift away into death but as this happened she had a vision from the future of Ban-Nio Benk, her son, as a great Jedi, stopping the tyranny of the dark side and evil in the galaxy. Then Deeme Benks was no more.

As the young padawan, Saalmora Kiina, took some time to mourn the death of who she could clearly see was a great mother, she looked up to see a small child crying. She could feel the Force swarm around him, like a power wind. She then took the baby and carried him to her ship, informed her Master of what she experience, and returned to the Jedi Temple on Coruscant.

Later that day Onan Bink returned to his home only to find it packed with Republic officers and crime scene, interrogational, and medical droids, his home in ashes, wife lying dead, the remains of the smoldered droid with a relayed message from the mercs, the blaster fight and the last sounds heard on the recording would be those of flames. He was shocked and saddened, sickened and angry. He was hit with multiple emotions at once and he couldn’t seem to channel controllably. He cried over his wife’s body. After crying and screaming, he began to examine her wounds, and her last condition of suffering. He seemed to come across the ticket in her pocket and hid it in chest pocket of his jacket, before any of the officials at the scene of the crime could see him and take it as evidence, he later reviewed the messege from the mercs and decided to use the ticket and fled to Tatooine and hid there as a moisture farmer from the likes of Garrdo the Hutt and his men.

Year’s later Ban-Nio trained and study hard in the Force and ways of the Jedi Order. He became a promising Padawan under the guidance of the Twi’lek female, Saalmora Kiina, that rescue him and his mother. Saalmora Kiina had by then reach the ranks of Jedi Consular. And they went on various missions and adventures to assist the Republic in battling against the Sith. As Ban-Nio grew in the Force and understanding of the Jedi teachings he progressed in his skills, and was an adept at dueling and fight styles. He later worked along side his Master Saalmora Kiina …until the attack on the Jedi Temple. Jedi Master Saalmora Kiina was in the temple at the time, meditating. When the attack came she was shocked at the attack, saddened by the loss of Jedi she could feel dying, appalled by audacity of the Sith and was ready for a fight. She jumped into battle and fought bravely… but didn’t survive. Ban-Nio wasn’t on Coruscant at the time he was on Ord Mantell. He could feel the loss of hundreds of Jedi in the temple, but greatly hurt by the death of his Master…

Traits
5’11
Dark Brown skin tone
Muscular
Black really short hair Mohawk Cut
Dark Green eyes

Personality
He’s really charming, and can be sarcastic at times, with hints of arrogance. He tries not to feed into a mentality Jedi’s being sobs. He remains humble in most aspects. He’s always up for fights, challenges and duels as long as they are fair, most of the time. He’s fanatic pazaak or card game player. Enjoys an occasion drink in the cantina, and doesn’t think the music is bad either. Enjoys talks with the Jedi, troopers, and smugglers and tries to meditate every day to better his connection in the Force. He likes to observe before taking action often. Quiet and calm when speaking, but passionate when it comes to fights. He will even give tips and criticism when fighting enemy Sith or dueling Jedi. Excels using the saber styles of Shii-Cho, Ataru, Shien, and Makashi, and has a single-bladed lighsaber with a Orange crystal blade.


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Sorry for the a whole-nother short story guys i just though it was important information... Happy


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