AGE: 18 HEIGHT: 5'11" WEIGHT: 170 lbs.
GENDER: Male RACE: Human CHARACTER TYPE: Jedi Padawan
PERSONALITY:
Lam is an easy going kid. Though he is still somewhat cocky, he is begining to outgrow this as he gets older. Lam makes it a point to be humorous to the point of being sarcastic. He is devoted to learning the ways of the Force, however he is cautious about revealing this to anybody. He is distrustful of people that he doesn't know, especially those alligned with the Empire due to their hatred of those who are "Force sensitive".
BACKGROUND:
Dust flew in a cloud behind him as he ran through the unpaved streets of the village's market district. With a loaf of bread clutched tightly in his hand he rounded the corner. Behind him, four men were closing in fast, shouting threats and ordering him to stop. Paying no attention to them, he continued to run as fast as he could, weaving between indeferent people, jumping over the occasional box, and thinking that he was going to make it. Lam checked over his shoulder to see if the police were still after him as he approached a turn.
"Oooph!" Lam let out as he colided into somthing solid. The uniformed figure stared menicinly at him, daring him to continue his flee. Lam knew he had been caught. Would his mom be mad at him, second time this month he had been in trouble with the law.
"Just where do you think that you're going?" the gruff uniformed voice spat.
"Uhh...I was just going...to...uhh..." Lam stammered not knowing what to say.
"Come with me." the man finished for him.
"Yeah, that's it," grimmaced Lam knowing well where this man would be taking him.
By this time the four other policemen had made there way through the crowd and were standing behind Lam, blocking his only way of escape. Knowing it to be hopless, Lam grudgingly followed the police back to their district headquarters.
"I don't suppose that I could just give back the bread and we could call it even?" Lam tried. Bemused chuckles were the only response he received.
"Oh, you'll give the bread back all right," one of the police finally said. "You won't be having any need of it for a while."
"So I guess this means that you're going to tell my mom then, huh?"
The senior police officer smiled cruely. "What better than to have her decide your fate? Maybe this time you will learn."
Lam's mother was the District Commisioner of the Armed Police Guards. She was both hated and respected by the citizens of Goban City on Dantooine. She was the only female member of the local police force, and somehow had risen through its ranks with incredible speed. Lam cringed at the thought of having to face her.
Lam had usually been able to get off the hook because of who his mother was. That was untill last time, when she found out about it. She had sworn that he would never be treated any different from the rest of the city just because he was her son. Now was the time to see if that threat would live up, and he knew that it would.
"Hi mom," Lam said as he was brought into her spacious office. "How's your day been?"
"We caught him stealing from the baker again," one of the officers said matter of factly.
The cold stare that Lam's mother gave him was enough to cause even a Wampa to shiver. The effect was dibilitating. Lam could do nothing but wait for his punishment. What she said next startled him more than anything. "Go home."
Lam blinked at her in disbelief, and even the gaurds looked confused. They had obviously been expecting the same thing that Lam had been, an stay in the city's lockup. Lam blinked and stared at his mother. She stared back at him and it was clear that she didn't intend to be questioned.
"Okay, mom." was all he said as he quickly exited. He went home as quickly as he could. He knew that it only seemed as though he had been pardoned. Knowing his mother, she would have him pay for what he did, and this is what made him worry.
Later that evening, Lam's mother called for him to come into her study. She motioned for him to sit down. He did so as his mother began to explain his punishment.
"Lam, I have tried to teach you right from wrong, and yet you repeatedly continue to cross the line. I have come to the disicion that you will work off your deliquency. I have arranged for you to go work for the man from whom you seem to enjoy bothering, Jounqil Barbosi, the baker. You are to be there at 5 in the morning, and will work for him untill he sees fit to release you. Do you understand?"
With a resinged nod, Lam went to bed. Early the next morning, Lam was at the baker shop. Jounqil answered his knock already dusty with flour. He motioned for Lam to follow him, and retreated back into the bakery's kitchen.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't my old time adversary. Come to make amends for harrasing me, eh?" the old man smiled at him. "Oh, now don't worry about it. It won't be so bad, and if you're good, I'll even let you take home a loaf or two."
Lam smiled back at the man. Maybe this wouldn't be as bad as he had been expecting it to be. He followed the man as he began showing Lam the workings of his kitchen.
The days slowly passed into weeks, then months, and finally into years. Lam and Jounqil had grown to become close friends despite their age difference. Lam began to consider Jounqil as the father that he had never known. However, no matter how much Lam enjoyed working at the bakery, he was starting to long for something else, somthing more exciting in life. There was also somthing else, somthing deeper that he could not put his fingure on. The harder Lam tried to figure out what it was, the more vague the feeling seemed to become. His mother had always told him that he was special, but this feeling was more than just the admeration of parents.
Jounqil began to notice Lam's mood, and asked him about it one day.
"What's the matter, Lam? You don't seem to have been yourself lately."
"I don't know. Its just that I am getting sick of being stuck here in the middle of nowhere." Lam replied.
"Hmmm..." Jounqil seemed to understand. "Restless, huh? Ready to make somthing of your life. Well what is wrong with becoming the best baker in the galaxy?" His tone was joking, but there was also an element of sincerity in his voice.
"Nothing is wrong with it," Lam answered. "It just seems like I can be...." he trailed off not wanting to offend his friend.
"So much more?" Jounqil aksed knowingly. A smile crept across his face.
"I didn't mean it like that." Lam quickly inserted.
"No, no. I understand exactly what you mean. I have always known that this day would come, and have been waiting for it for quite some time. Come, let me show you somthing."
Jounqil lead Lam into the back room of the bakery. It was a dark room with no windows. In the center of the room was a table with asorted bowls and mixing utensiles.
"Now do not be alarmed." Jounqil warned as they approached the table.
"What would scare me? These are just some old bowls..." Lam started, but froze in mid-sentence as one of the bowls slowly lifted off of the table and hovered in mid air. Silently the bowl drifted through the air and landed in the Jounqil's outstreached hand.
"How did? The bowl it just..." Lam was dumbfounded.
"There is a whole universe that you have never yet experienced." Jounqil answered cryptically. "Do not be afraid. If you choose, you to can explore this universe called the Force. But enough of this for now. We will be having the dinner rush in a few hours so we need to get started on those Riybeck seed loavs."
Jounqil began walking back towrd the kitchen and the stopped in the doorway and turned back to Lam. "Be careful who you tell about this. There are those who would see that the those who belong to the Force are destroyed. The Force is a powerful, yet dangerous thing. Now come. We have work to do."
That night, Lam returned home from the bakery full of questions, but didn't dare speak to his mother about the day's events. He was scared that she may be one of those bent on killing poeple like Jounqil, and possibly even himself. Days passed, and nothing more was said about the Force. The demonstration Jounqil had given Lam seemed as if only a dream. Then it happened. Lam had always known it to be a posibility, but had never been prepared for it. His mother had been killed. There had been a riot on the outskirts of town between some of the native Dantooineians and the local humans. Lam's mother went out with the riot squad. A scuffle fight broke out, and in the confusion his mother had been caught in the middle. Lam was crushed. His mother had always been his source of stability. Now his life seemed to suddenly have no focus. As soon as he heard, he ran to the bakery to find Jounqil.
After comforting Lam, Jounqil quietly looked at him. "You should come live with me," he finally said.
"No." Lam said forcefully. "I don't even want to be on this planet any more. I just can't stand it. There is nothing for me here, nothing."
Jounqil continued watching Lam as he grieved. "I remember when your father died," he said suddenly.
Lam looked up, tears streaming from his eyes. "My father? You knew my father?"
"Well, not personally, but I knew of him. You see your father was strong in the Force. He was a Jedi, like myself. However he was hunted down by the Emperor's adepts and killed. When it was discovered that your father had a child, I was sent to watch over you. I have been here for some time watching you grow. Feeling you grow in the Force though you have been unaware of it."
"You came to watch me? From where? I mean who sent you." Lam tried to understand what was happening.
"I belong to an order. An order devoted to peace and knowledge of the Force. Your father was a great Jedi, Tol'Amroth was his name, and he was well known to us. His death was mourned, as were the deaths of many Jedi during the purge. I was sent to see if the Force flowed through you as it did your father. When first I met you, I could tell that the force was strong in you, and that it would become stronger. You will be able to do great things through the Force. If you choose, you will become a Jedi like your father before you."
A Jedi? Lam had heard of these people. He had thought that they were nothing more than characters from childhood fariy tales. Could it be true, was his father one of these legendary Jedi. Could Jouqin actually be right and Lam himself could become a Jedi. A decsion was made. His life would never be the same again.
"I want to become a Jedi," Lam said with resolve.
"Good. We shall leave at once," exclaimed Jounqil. "Come, the Force awaits."
As the transport lifted off of Dantooine, Lam was filled with an excitment that he had never felt before. Suddenly his life was going to be full of adventure. He could hardly belive that he was going to become a Jedi. Finally, he had a purpose and a destiny in life.
Jounqil began training Lam almost at once. Lam was most eager to learn how to levitate objects like Jounqil had done in the bakery. Months past, and Lam began to grow stronger in the force. He knew that he still had a lot of training to go through before he would graduate to the level of Jedi, but Lam was still excited. Unfortunantly, the galaxy didn't seem to feel the same way about Jedi as Lam did.
Jounqil and Lam's travels had taken them to Tatooine, where Jounqil had decided that they should stay for a while. Jounqil thought that Tatooine was a remote enough planet that it would be safe for Lam to train, without drawing undo attention to himself. However this was not to be the case. As it happend, A speeder passed by the lone structure that served as Lam and Jounqil's home in the Dune Sea. Piloting the speeder was a Rodian on the run from the local Imperial Garrison. Seeing Lam and Jounqil together in training, he knew that this information could be traded to the Imperials for his freedom.
This is how the Empire was able to finally track down Jounqil. Lam was away the day that it happened. When he returned, the house was destroyed and there was no sign of Jounqil. Blaster burns scorched the landscape, and there was a lone stormtrooper laying dead in the sand. Lam knew at once what had happened. Jounqil was gone, and he was alone. Suddenly, his dreams of becomming a Jedi seemed to evaperate faster than any moisture under Tatooine's twin suns.
Full of despaire, Lam set out for Mos Eisly and a way off of Tatooine. Somewhere there must be someone who could continue his training. He would become a Jedi yet! Even if he had to search the rest of his life, he would finish his training.
Another transport, another journey. This time, however, the destination was not as clear. Lam sat quietly in his seat. He realized that this advanture could likely end in his death. He didn't care. He had to find someone who could teach him more. One day, he would become a Jedi.
OBJECTIVES:
To become a Jedi Knight like his father.