2. Enter Trychon

Name: Trychon
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Age: Approx. 24
Homeworld: Unknown
Appearance: 5'11" 190lbs. Light brown hair kept close cropped. Brown eyes. Green forestry camouflage outfit with a basic utility belt. Black gloves.

Weapon: Currently a standard red lightsaber. No background in use other than intuitive feel.

Ship: A derelict found on homeplanet.

Bio: Was first encountered at a small isolationist village on a remote planet. He wandered into the village when he was roughly 5 years old... with no real recollection of how he got there. The Village as a whole passed him around and helped to raise him until he could take care of himself. He never grew close to any of them in particular, but to the group as a whole. He showed a real gift with computers and technology, able to 'decipher' much of it on his own.

In his late teens, he became bored with technology that was offered in the village and decided to find a new challenge that wasn't so simple for him. He built himself a shelter a few miles outside of the town and resided there, exploring the area more than before hoping for clues to his origin. He instead found small groupings of odd architecture and artifacts. He couldn't decipher them and found them fascinating and spent the next several years collecting all he could find and studying them... with no real results.

One day, he was exploring and came across a derelict shuttle. One of the artifacts he carried with him glowed as the shuttle came to life and opened, letting out a mass of stale air. He found a few uninteresting objects before finding a lightsaber. Startled at first with the snap-hiss and red blade that appeared inches from his nose, he began to grin larger and larger as he stared into the glowing blade, feeling an odd sense of belonging.

Then the shuttle powered up and began to move inexplicably... despite his normal prowess with the technological, he was unable to change the ship's course. He shivered as he realized he had no idea where he was headed... then moments later... beginning to understand that he really didn't know where he was leaving.