NAME: Casseopia Oleandra Carbunkle
NICKNAME: Cassi
EYE COLOR: forest green
HAIR COLOR: silver
HOMEPLANET: Maytheon
AGE: 314
LIGHTSABER: very light magenta
It was fortunate the lavendar plastic bag covered the red rose or I might have fallen into the Bottomless Pit of Despair. That's the first memory I have of life although I've been told I was already 100 years old when I was rescued. But then 100 is quite young where I come from. The people of Maytheon often live more than 10,000 years and in perfect health. We've never known disease or even the affects of aging. As long as we avoid The Pit, we are forever young, lithe and physically fit. Balthazar put The Pit on Maytheon because he was jealous. Even though he ruled an entire galaxy, commanded an army of Sith warriors and was guaranteed immortality by the evil Emporer, he could not master his envious nature.
He loved the red rose madly and desired its soft petals for his dreampillow, but nowhere in his galaxy would the red rose grow. Only Maytheites knew the secret of its propagation and Balthazar set his Sith upon us to steal it. When we gave the Sith their own dreampillows they fell into an eternal, peaceful sleep, so in an uncontrollable rage, Balthazar threw down into our midst the Bottomless Pit of Despair.
Before my young, innocent, 100 year old eyes, my paternal and maternal family chieftains fell in and were consumed, leaving Maytheon leaderless. In our confusion, our people could only think of planting red roses. We arranged them as a barrier all around The Pit, but this was a mistake.
Seeing the object of his insane desire so close at hand, the one-eyed Balthazar leapt up from The Pit to steal our roses. As apprentice rose caretender, I was there along the edge, giving to each rose its mystical Maytheon ingredient.
I fell back as Balthazar raised himself from The Pit like a ghastly towering wizard. He rocked back and forth high above me, hissing and spitting, unable to form words in his feverish frenzy. With his crippled, hideously deformed arms he bowed down to snatch up the ring of red roses and it was then that he discovered our secret.
But it was too late. The lavendar plastic bags I had just lovingly placed on each red rose gave off a pale, languid light causing the instant destruction of Balthazar, a creature intolerant of exposure to the purple light spectrum because of his single eye. He fell back into The Pit, a victim of his own curse of Bottomless Despair. But the vile touch of his wretched hands caused all the red roses to wither and die. And it became an epidemic, felling all red roses everywhere, depriving everyone of the soft petals that allow us to dream.
I come to you now, Master Ralika, to seek knowledge of the ways of The Force and to become a Jedi, in hopes that I may some day be able to resurrect the red rose and give us back our dreamworld.
