Name: Cordelia
Race: Human
Age: 18
Occupation: Unknown
Description: Standing at 5’5 with Deep Black hair that’s known to almost look like a very dark blue in certain lighting. Cordelia is rather frail and it shows as her hourglass figure shows she is pretty thin and not much muscle mass.
History:
Jedi Knight Rayla Mavis had been a Consular of the Jedi order for years. Well known for her diplomatic meetings and her kind heart. Though she was not infallable. She still made mistakes. Her heart had fallen for a young man during a mission in Corusant and after one night together, they had parted ways never to speak again. It wasn’t long before she realized she was with child, and had to admit her failing to the Council. The council wasn’t pleased with this but understood her failing. For now she was off duty and to attend her pregnancy much to her disapproval. Most of the pregnancy went as normal but as she got further along complications started arising. Soon she was laid up in bed, unable to get up and struggled badly with day to day activities. Unfortunately the birth proved too much for her weakened body, but not before holding her daughter once. She named her Cordelia and pleaded the Masters to look after her daughter before she handed her off and moments later, stopped breathing.
The Masters could only look to the child as they felt sorrow for her loss. The childs crying almost perfectly in sync with her mothers passing. They all agreed that they would keep her with them, raise and protect her. The masters had basically known the entire time she was force sensitive but they decided to see how the force would manifest for the girl. Cordelia seemed to figure this out The Master smiled to her and told her it was time to join the special class she had asked about several times over the last two years but was never permitted to join. She had now become an initiate.
Having learned of her mothers history as a Consular, she wanted to be just like her, like any young child does. The Masters could only smile at her words as they continued her training, her ability to heal and use her words to ease tensions showed great promise, but she would have a long way to go to become a Consular like her mother. After all, becoming a Jedi was difficult and not everyone would make it. As she studied medicine, healing and diplomatic measures one of the Masters began taking note of her. Her resolve, discipline and willingness to learn, much like one of his own prior and spoke privately to the Council. With their approval, she was made his Padawan.
He spent his time teaching her about other cultures, some of the languages she would need as a future Consular, how a Jedi was supposed to behave and what would be expected of her in this long journey. They spent years going over battle forms and honing her abilities with the force, guiding her as a good Master should. Though he soon recieved a call to the field. A small planet close to the outer rim had sent a distress signal. He was assigned as the Diplomat incharge of the mission and took his young Padawan with him so that she might get to see how a Consular worked. Tragically though it would prove to be the end of the Consular and nearly the end of Cordelia as well.
They hadn’t even landed when they came under fire, blasts rocking the ship violently causing it to crash land, though thankfully they managed to crawl out with mostly just minor cuts and bruises. Cordelia could only look up in horror as she saw the Mandalorian army coming right at them. Her Master shoved her back ordering her to run as he drew his light sabre and took a defensive stance. He had to protect her. Following his orders she fled for her life, running even as she heard the blaster fire and her Masters scream of pain that suddenly trailed off. She knew in her heart, he was gone. Finding a small Mandalorian vessel untended she did the only thing she could think of. She hijacked it and not really knowing the coordinates to get home, punched in some random location. She crash landed on CZ 220 and could only hide out there and wait. The Order would find her. She just needed to wait.