Alias: Alara.
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Personality: Kyri is a survivor. From birth she has been followed by misfortune and misery but seems to make the best of anything thrown her way. She tries her hardest to remain serene and calm, but occasionally, the fear will rise to the surface and show through the cracks. She rarely gets angry, but when she does, she will explode with temper for a few moments and then lock it back away inside.
Equipment: Kyri's Lightsaber: The first thing she has ever made herself, she takes great pride in her last link to the Order. It has also proven remarkably useful on Hoth. Her current gear consists of standard issue cold weather clothing, boots, gloves, thick cloak and hood etc. She also carries two vibroblades that she found in an abandoned smugglers cave.
History: Kyri was this close to becoming a Knight. One final mission to ferret out some less than reputable smugglers on Hoth and she would have been in. She had been told so herself by her master. She hadn't been good enough to be rushed through the ranks despite the conflict, given her still young age, but had proven herself time and time again and was ready. That was until the Order, until everything went wrong. Something in Kyri's mind has suppressed most of the details, but she can still remember being told to wait in a cave, a storm picking up outside, holding her freshly bandaged arm. Her master had said everything would be fine and then was gone. They never came back. The storm kicked up so much snow that the next morning, she discovered the entrance to her cave had been blocked off by huge drifts. Surviving on ice water and the small amount of rations she had, Kyri spent days in the cave, barely moving, the sensation of death she was feeling in the Force causing her to lose the will to move. But slowly, very slowly, it started to pass and she began exploring outside of the cave, going further and further each day until she came across a smugglers encampment. Naturally, she hid her lightsaber and began to try and integrate herself into the group, bartering with the, lets face it, relatively decent smugglers for basic supplies, using what little coin she had left. She resides now, in a small cave near to where they land every few weeks, keeping an eye on their hidden cargo in exchange for food and supplies. She holds out hope that there are still others, out there, somewhere.
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