Caton Height: 1.8 m Status: Padawan Learner Classification: Human Affiliation: To his master and to his friends. Weapon of Choice: Lightsaber (red) View RPG Stats Caton grew up on the mean streets of Coruscant, living in the lower levels where either you were a badass or you were dead. He had been living there as long as he could remember, suffering with a dysfunctional family - a substance abusing father who didn't give a damn about his kids, and a tramp mother who was never at home. Caton had just reached five years old - a phenomenal occurrence considering the environment he was living in, when his life turned around. It was early one morning, and Caton was working the upper levels of his sector - the commuter airbus platforms, trying to find something good to lift from a unaware traveler. to appease his father. His hands dipped into the pocket of Nara Damaris, a Jedi master. Caton was lucky and slick - managing to liberate the Jedi's lightsaber. Not quite realizing what he was about to get into, he headed straight back home with his ill gotten booty. There, his totally unimpressed dad geared up for the boy's noon beating. Fortunately Nara showed up just before in time before the drunken brawl got underway. Nara sensed that Caton was strong in the force right off the bat - perhaps it was that strength with the Force that gave him the edge to survive. Regardless, Nara regarded him as wasting his talent - that he deserved so much more than barely getting by day to day. She bought him lunch and spent the day just talking to the boy. Caton was distrustful of the stranger right off the bat. He saw her more as a potential sucker - hook her with a sob story, get a good meal out of her and then haul jets at first available opportunity. However, she slowly managed to get the youth to trust her - not through showy demonstrations of the Force or some form of grandstanding - but by actually caring. That was a tactic that that threw Caton - nobody ever concerned themselves with that before. He agreed to at least accompany her and see what she had to offer. Of course the Jedi Council decided that Caton was too old to train - he was pushing six after all, long after the acceptable age. Nara went to the mat for him- she had a soft spot for the boy. She could see much of herself in him - a loner, an outsider who often couldn't quite fit in. Since she was a persuasive person, the powers that be did eventually admit Caton into the order. At the academy, Caton still had a hard time. He was a nice enough guy, and it wasn't for lack of trying. It was just that his social interaction skills were a bit blunted - when he wasn't working the crowd, that is. Eventually Nara did get him straightened out and adjusted - since then he's become quite the . . . unusual Padawan. Quite often he gets into trouble around the academy or is caught sneaking out after hours - generally being the one most likely to be at the center of a problem. He has a deep respect for the Force, and is serious about the training - he just tends to be more realistic and grounded in reality than some of the other Padawans.