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Email: joysweeper@hotmail.com
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Any current characters here?: No
Character Information:
Character Name: Luke Skywalker (oh yes.)
Age: 13
Canon: Star Wars Expanded Universe
Appearance:
Luke Skywalker at thirteen is somewhat undersized, and may come across as a couple years younger than he really is. Near-constant exposure to the suns of Tatooine has leatherized his skin a bit - he will never have a perfect complexion - and bleached his hair blond, though without sun it’s more a pale brown at this age. His eyes are blue.
Luke’s a little scrawny, but surprisingly rugged and strong. Farm kid, remember. He has worker’s hands, already a bit hard and very steady. Puberty is hitting him a bit late.
Personality:
Luke is a good kid, to a startling degree. He trusts easily - too easily, his uncle thinks - and is generally willing to believe the best of everyone. He’ll apologize without being prompted, and will accept responsibilities and try to carry them out.
He has a temper. It’s not a severe one and it doesn’t usually show, it’s largely nothing more than some unkind thoughts, but it’s there and it can surface. Like most people his age, he’s a bit self-centered and can feel persecuted when he’s not. He can whine and mope, and like many kids sometimes seems mildly manic-depressive, with highs of ferocious enthusiasm and sad, foot-dragging lows. He’ll make assumptions about people based on first impressions. He’s not boastful, but he does believe he can be someone big. When there are laws or rules he thinks he can break surreptitiously without hurting someone, he’ll break them without a qualm.
And he’s fearless, or nearly - he’ll get scared sometimes, but it hardly deters him. He doesn’t think of himself as brave, he’s just... restless for adventure and new things. He’s a curious boy who likes novelty and craves escape and new experiences, and he can get in trouble searching for those.
But again, he is a good kid. Luke’s empathic enough to hate seeing seeing someone in distress or pain, and he wants to help people. He loves his family even if he knows they don’t understand him, and knows his escapades make them fear for him, which also means making them angry, and he always hates that. Which doesn’t mean he won’t go do things he knows they’d disapprove of, but it does curtail them. He sees running away - properly running away, for good - to be something akin to a betrayal, and he believes that’s what his father did to earn his aunt and uncle’s enmity. He will seek to get away from his uncle before Owen can give him a new chore, but he won't shirk existing ones.
Luke doesn’t really like to disagree strongly with someone - he dislikes prolonged arguments. He may whine, but he doesn’t go on and on - he complains about the perceived injustice, then gets on with things. When he’s annoyed with someone, he’s fully able to suppress it.
Most of his peers think he’s weird for wanting to leave and see the stars. That desire is a bigger factor in their calling him ‘Wormie’ than his stature is - the latter gave rise to the nickname, but the former kept it in use. They look at him, a little guy always talking about seeing distant places and making a difference and being someone, and see someone who thinks he’s better than them.
Really, he's a bit of a weird kid in general. Something about him is not all that childlike, though it rarely shows - under the moodswings and the naivete, he's got a bit of an old soul, you could say.
Though he’s always eager to see new things and escape a dreary existence, he’s been in one place for as long as he can remember. He can get deeply, sincerely homesick, and would seek to channel this into whatever’s at hand.
Background:
I can link the wiki page, but I’m applying him from such an early point that it’s probably better if I write it out myself. That way I can involve more details - there are comics about young Luke, and vignettes in "A New Hope: the Life of Luke Skywalker", which are barely glossed over in the wiki.
As a baby, Luke was taken by Obi-Wan Kenobi to the Lars homestead, on a remote patch of Tatooine. Owen and Beru Lars, childless, agreed to raise him as their own. In the first few years, Obi-Wan visited often, but soon enough he was banished from the farm, watching Luke only from a distance.
Luke was reading, if hesitantly, by the age of four. He often felt sure that someone was watching him unseen, and found the idea comforting rather than upsetting. When he told his Aunt Beru, she told him it was his mind playing tricks, so eventually he learned to ignore it.
The first time Luke did anything he could later recognize as a conscious use of the Force, he was a small child finding a tool that had rolled under something. His Uncle Owen, not aware that the Force can help with finding things, believed that he’d hidden the tool in the first place and scolded Luke.
At seven he liked to go outside, a little ways from the house to avoid light pollution, and stargaze. To keep the little security droids roving about at night from reporting an intruder, he rigged a droid caller. His uncle found out about this when he nearly shot Luke as he was coming back in; eventually and reluctantly, after much deliberation, and because Luke was genuinely sorry, he taught Luke to use a laser rifle so that he would be able to defend himself when - not if - he found himself in trouble.
The small city of Anchorhead was about twenty kilometers away. Luke ended up friends with a number of kids, most of them a bit older than him. Some lived in Anchorhead, but a few, including Windy Starkiller and Biggs Darklighter, lived closer, on nearby farms. Windy had a baby dewback named Huey, who Luke helped to raise.
Because he was small and considered a bit odd - the majority of kids his age weren’t seriously interested in going offworld, let alone as preoccupied with the thought as he was - his ‘friends’ saddled Luke with the nickname “Wormie”. That nickname annoyed him more than he ever let on.
Beru and Owen would never tell Luke much about his parents - in particular his father, who he was most curious about. The most he could ever get were a few cryptic tidbits from his aunt. Owen told him that his father had been a navigator on a spice freighter and had died offworld, and said that the matter was closed.
When Luke was ten, he lost his temper about it and, when grounded, tried to run away to one of his friends’ farms. He was caught outside when the worst sandstorm in decades hit. Luke should have died, but something happened. The press of the storm around him lessened and he saw a tall silhouette, like that of a huge man in a helmet and cape, which approached until a boy his own age appeared in it. The boy, who called himself Annie, helped Luke, and while wandering in search of shelter they discovered a lot of similarities.
They never mentioned last names, but they talked about their families and ambitions to leave Tatooine, and personal philosophies. Annie favored “fixing” things, making people do what was best for them; Luke preferred letting people choose for themselves. Annie also had no idea how he’d ended up out in the storm and speculated that it was all a dream. Then a krayt dragon attacked; Annie disappeared, but Luke heard his voice and threw a gaffi stick through the roof of the dragon’s mouth into its brain, killing it.
He was found half buried in the sand with no evidence of a dragon around, and his hat and backpack, which he’d lost over the course of that adventure, were buried with him. Luke’s aunt and uncle certainly thought he’d hallucinated the whole thing thanks to dust fever. Luke wasn’t so sure, but since there was no evidence of it, he’d been the only child lost in that region, and everyone dismissed the story as fever dreams, eventually he doubted it himself and doesn’t think about it much.
A couple years later and Luke was considered responsible enough to be allowed to ride with Biggs into Anchorhead to pick up supplies and hang out with his friends. On one of these trips, Biggs got them tickets on a shuttle ride to one of the moons, which Luke was ecstatic about. Alas, on the trip up something went wrong with the shuttle’s shields and engines.
Some of the passengers panicked at the prospect of a crash. Biggs hit his head and thoughtlessly told Luke to “do something” - and Luke did. He went up to the cockpit, opened up a control panel - the pilot didn’t want him there, but Biggs insisted - and fixed the shuttle, which then returned to Anchorhead, much to Luke’s anguish. He didn’t try to get a refund, and just bought the power converters he was in Anchorhead to get and went home, never telling his aunt and uncle.
At thirteen, Windy told Luke that some of the older kids were flying out to Ja-mero Ridge and specifically excluding them, since they were small. He complained about this and said that they should do something impressive just to show the others. Luke decided that they could ride Huey to the Ridge and set up there before the others arrived.
However, they neglected to check the weather; a sandswirl blew up and Windy fried the comlink. Then they encountered a small but hungry krayt dragon; when it went for Huey Luke tried to fend it off with his laser rifle, and tried to get Windy to join in, but the other boy wouldn’t do it. Luke was knocked away when the krayt got there, and assumed that the dewback had done it somehow. The two boys holed up in a cave as the krayt ate Huey and spontaneously fell asleep.
Old Ben Kenobi showed up and guided them out of danger, kept them for the night, and told them about life on Tatooine. Luke confessed to his guilt about Huey, how the dewback would still be alive if he’d been more prudent; it ate at him. Not unsympathetic, Ben used this as a lesson in responsibility and the interconnectedness of all things. In the morning he took them back to the Lars homestead, where Owen promptly drove him off. Luke was grounded for a while, but not punished as badly as he’d expected, or half thought he deserved.
Luke was too young to be legally allowed behind the wheel of a landspeeder... but he really wanted to drive and keep up with the older kids, who all raced. Biggs Darklighter sometimes indulged him, teaching him the ins and outs. On one such outing, a couple months after the Ja-mero Ridge incident, they shot womp rats away from a local tourist attraction, saw saw some Sand people, and decided to follow from a distance.
The Sand people briefly visited some kind of abandoned encampment, preserved by the lack of moisture and shelter from the scouring winds. Once they’d moved on, Biggs and Luke went to take a look. It was the camp where Shmi had died, where Anakin had come and slaughtered everything down to the children and pets. They didn’t know this, of course. They just saw bones which had been cut with laserlike precision, and Luke became terrified for no reason he could explain. He begged Biggs to get them out of there. Later, though he was curious about what that place was, he knew his aunt and uncle wouldn’t like to hear that he’d been out so far in the Wastes, so he kept quiet.
Canon point:
A few weeks after he and Biggs find the Tusken camp that Anakin slaughtered. I really like the character of young Luke. He’s innocent and enthusiastically curious, and the minor complex he has at the start of A New Hope - that longing to leave coupled with duty to stay - is there, but not yet overwhelming.
And while he’s a good kid and has some special talents, he’s not quite as... extreme as he gets when he’s older.
Special Abilities:
As you might expect, Luke has a degree of potential Force ability that is so high it’s next to obscene. At the moment it’s unconscious. He doesn’t know how to use it deliberately, and isn’t even aware of what it is, but it’s still a part of him.
Normally it manifests as small things like unusually good luck and consistently accurate hunches. His reaction time is very fast, and he’s got some affinity for both machines and animals. Sit him in a starfighter cockpit for the first time and he won’t be another Anakin Skywalker - he won’t even be ANH-era Luke, remember that at that age he’d been flying airspeeders with X-wing like controls for years - but he won’t crash himself, either. He’s got faint psychometry, and sometimes can sense things before they happen.
In a crisis, he can sometimes get flustered and then, like a switch flipping, become calm and sure of what to do. In such times he possesses inhumanly fast reflexes and hand-eye coordination, and sometimes telekinesis. It only happens if he believes that he’s the only one who can save himself or others, and he tends not to remember very clearly when the Force acts through him like that.
Unlock his ability to consciously use the Force and start teaching him, and you will find that he has a deep, intuitive connection to it. He learns quickly and well. Similarly, start teaching him to fight and he will progress rapidly.
But even with the best training, he can’t reach anything like the same astonishing height of talent his adult self possesses; he will plateau and get no stronger past a certain point. Partly this is because he’s a kid. Partly it’s because he hasn’t gone through any major sacrifices yet, or overcome many trials, or gone through all that much pain. In the Order he builds later, trials and sacrifice mark the divide between an apprentice and a full Jedi, and at this age...
Sect: Civilian at first. I expect he’d get recruited into the Jedi quickly, though.
Job: None yet.
Samples:
First Person:
[Video]
[For a moment Luke’s very blue eyes fill the screen. Then he pulls back, adjusts something so the video focuses, and you see that he’s got a viewport behind him, with streams of flying Coruscant traffic. He looks serious, a bit worried.]
Is it on...? Oh. Yeah. Okay, I need to get a message to the Outer Rim Territories. Arkanis Sector, along the 5709-DC Shipping Lane. The one habitable planet in Tatoo System, Tatooine.
On that, the Great Chott Salt Flat’s got the city Mos Eisely. About forty kilometers west of it’s Anchorhead.
I need to get a message to Owen and Beru Lars.
[And he brightens quite a bit.]
I’m on Imperial Center! It’s amazing! Look, look, there’s probably more people in speeders out there right now than in all Anchorhead! The whole planet’s a city! When I woke up, it was actually raining! Real rain! It’s so humid here, I keep thinking something broke, but this is just how the air is!
[Now Luke sort of winces and looks guilty.]
I don’t really understand what happened. But tell them I didn’t mean to go without saying goodbye. I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. I hope they don’t worry about me too much. I need to tell them I’m okay. I need them to know Luke Skywalker is okay.
Third Person:
Luke lay on his back, datapad open on his chest, staring at the ceiling. The plasterine covering it was applied unevenly; when he let his eyes drift he thought he could read patterns in it. It could be a picture of some part of the Great Dune Sea, taken from way up in orbit. If he half-closed his eyes and focused in that particular way that made his stomach lurch like he was falling, he could imagine that he was up in orbit, on a ship drifting away. If he shut his eyes completely and went to sleep, he might dream of being on that ship.
But he’d wake up. He always woke up back here, on Tatooine, in the desert where hardly anything changed and nothing he did was at all important. The great galaxy would whirl on above, and he’d keep waking up here, every morning, exactly like his uncle wanted. Live a life of nothing more than being a moisture farmer who maybe won races against people who lived within a hundred kilometers of him - and probably never going much farther than that from home.
Forever.
He shut his eyes against a wash of utter anguish. Sometimes Luke felt like he would burst with longing. There was so much out there, but aside from Biggs and Tank, he didn’t know anyone who even really cared to look up. None of them wanted to be anything.
What could he do? There weren’t a lot of offworld scholarship or early workstudy programs available, but they all needed permission from parents or guardians, and it would a cold day indeed before even Aunt Beru agreed to something like that. He was thirteen, and a small thirteen at that - there was no way he could buy passage on a ship, and he was too young to be hired on.
Not that Luke could ever seriously consider just leaving them. He didn’t understand how they could be content here... but leaving without saying goodbye was unthinkable.
He had to wait, and he had to hope that the chance would come. One day... and hopefully it really would happen and he wasn’t fooling himself. And hopefully he’d be able to stand the wait, and his spirit wouldn’t die in the meantime.
“I wish I was on any other planet,” he whispered fervently, as if being heartfelt would change anything.
Luke sighed heavily and sat up to look at his datapad’s screen once more. Not even Biggs cared to study odd trade languages like Sy Bisti; as far as he was concerned, Basic and Huttese and a smattering of Bocce were enough. But one day, Luke knew - he hoped - he’d need it.
Until then, it was a little breath of not Tatooine, and there were times when he really needed that.
Anything Else:
He’d love to hear Jolee Bindo’s stories, though he’d probably ask a lot of questions, and of course Luke likes blue milk. Though he'd probably dislike the processed, watered down version you get on city worlds... It's probably got coloring in it, even.
Any roomies are fine. I'd particularly like ones who know him as an adult.
Name or Handle: Joysweeper
LJ:
joysweeperEmail: joysweeper@hotmail.com
AIM/ MSN / Plurk name: I’m Joysweeper on Plurk
Any current characters here?: No
Character Information:
Character Name: Luke Skywalker (oh yes.)
Age: 13
Canon: Star Wars Expanded Universe
Appearance:
Luke Skywalker at thirteen is somewhat undersized, and may come across as a couple years younger than he really is. Near-constant exposure to the suns of Tatooine has leatherized his skin a bit - he will never have a perfect complexion - and bleached his hair blond, though without sun it’s more a pale brown at this age. His eyes are blue.
Luke’s a little scrawny, but surprisingly rugged and strong. Farm kid, remember. He has worker’s hands, already a bit hard and very steady. Puberty is hitting him a bit late.
Personality:
Luke is a good kid, to a startling degree. He trusts easily - too easily, his uncle thinks - and is generally willing to believe the best of everyone. He’ll apologize without being prompted, and will accept responsibilities and try to carry them out.
He has a temper. It’s not a severe one and it doesn’t usually show, it’s largely nothing more than some unkind thoughts, but it’s there and it can surface. Like most people his age, he’s a bit self-centered and can feel persecuted when he’s not. He can whine and mope, and like many kids sometimes seems mildly manic-depressive, with highs of ferocious enthusiasm and sad, foot-dragging lows. He’ll make assumptions about people based on first impressions. He’s not boastful, but he does believe he can be someone big. When there are laws or rules he thinks he can break surreptitiously without hurting someone, he’ll break them without a qualm.
And he’s fearless, or nearly - he’ll get scared sometimes, but it hardly deters him. He doesn’t think of himself as brave, he’s just... restless for adventure and new things. He’s a curious boy who likes novelty and craves escape and new experiences, and he can get in trouble searching for those.
But again, he is a good kid. Luke’s empathic enough to hate seeing seeing someone in distress or pain, and he wants to help people. He loves his family even if he knows they don’t understand him, and knows his escapades make them fear for him, which also means making them angry, and he always hates that. Which doesn’t mean he won’t go do things he knows they’d disapprove of, but it does curtail them. He sees running away - properly running away, for good - to be something akin to a betrayal, and he believes that’s what his father did to earn his aunt and uncle’s enmity. He will seek to get away from his uncle before Owen can give him a new chore, but he won't shirk existing ones.
Luke doesn’t really like to disagree strongly with someone - he dislikes prolonged arguments. He may whine, but he doesn’t go on and on - he complains about the perceived injustice, then gets on with things. When he’s annoyed with someone, he’s fully able to suppress it.
Most of his peers think he’s weird for wanting to leave and see the stars. That desire is a bigger factor in their calling him ‘Wormie’ than his stature is - the latter gave rise to the nickname, but the former kept it in use. They look at him, a little guy always talking about seeing distant places and making a difference and being someone, and see someone who thinks he’s better than them.
Really, he's a bit of a weird kid in general. Something about him is not all that childlike, though it rarely shows - under the moodswings and the naivete, he's got a bit of an old soul, you could say.
Though he’s always eager to see new things and escape a dreary existence, he’s been in one place for as long as he can remember. He can get deeply, sincerely homesick, and would seek to channel this into whatever’s at hand.
Background:
I can link the wiki page, but I’m applying him from such an early point that it’s probably better if I write it out myself. That way I can involve more details - there are comics about young Luke, and vignettes in "A New Hope: the Life of Luke Skywalker", which are barely glossed over in the wiki.
As a baby, Luke was taken by Obi-Wan Kenobi to the Lars homestead, on a remote patch of Tatooine. Owen and Beru Lars, childless, agreed to raise him as their own. In the first few years, Obi-Wan visited often, but soon enough he was banished from the farm, watching Luke only from a distance.
Luke was reading, if hesitantly, by the age of four. He often felt sure that someone was watching him unseen, and found the idea comforting rather than upsetting. When he told his Aunt Beru, she told him it was his mind playing tricks, so eventually he learned to ignore it.
The first time Luke did anything he could later recognize as a conscious use of the Force, he was a small child finding a tool that had rolled under something. His Uncle Owen, not aware that the Force can help with finding things, believed that he’d hidden the tool in the first place and scolded Luke.
At seven he liked to go outside, a little ways from the house to avoid light pollution, and stargaze. To keep the little security droids roving about at night from reporting an intruder, he rigged a droid caller. His uncle found out about this when he nearly shot Luke as he was coming back in; eventually and reluctantly, after much deliberation, and because Luke was genuinely sorry, he taught Luke to use a laser rifle so that he would be able to defend himself when - not if - he found himself in trouble.
The small city of Anchorhead was about twenty kilometers away. Luke ended up friends with a number of kids, most of them a bit older than him. Some lived in Anchorhead, but a few, including Windy Starkiller and Biggs Darklighter, lived closer, on nearby farms. Windy had a baby dewback named Huey, who Luke helped to raise.
Because he was small and considered a bit odd - the majority of kids his age weren’t seriously interested in going offworld, let alone as preoccupied with the thought as he was - his ‘friends’ saddled Luke with the nickname “Wormie”. That nickname annoyed him more than he ever let on.
Beru and Owen would never tell Luke much about his parents - in particular his father, who he was most curious about. The most he could ever get were a few cryptic tidbits from his aunt. Owen told him that his father had been a navigator on a spice freighter and had died offworld, and said that the matter was closed.
When Luke was ten, he lost his temper about it and, when grounded, tried to run away to one of his friends’ farms. He was caught outside when the worst sandstorm in decades hit. Luke should have died, but something happened. The press of the storm around him lessened and he saw a tall silhouette, like that of a huge man in a helmet and cape, which approached until a boy his own age appeared in it. The boy, who called himself Annie, helped Luke, and while wandering in search of shelter they discovered a lot of similarities.
They never mentioned last names, but they talked about their families and ambitions to leave Tatooine, and personal philosophies. Annie favored “fixing” things, making people do what was best for them; Luke preferred letting people choose for themselves. Annie also had no idea how he’d ended up out in the storm and speculated that it was all a dream. Then a krayt dragon attacked; Annie disappeared, but Luke heard his voice and threw a gaffi stick through the roof of the dragon’s mouth into its brain, killing it.
He was found half buried in the sand with no evidence of a dragon around, and his hat and backpack, which he’d lost over the course of that adventure, were buried with him. Luke’s aunt and uncle certainly thought he’d hallucinated the whole thing thanks to dust fever. Luke wasn’t so sure, but since there was no evidence of it, he’d been the only child lost in that region, and everyone dismissed the story as fever dreams, eventually he doubted it himself and doesn’t think about it much.
A couple years later and Luke was considered responsible enough to be allowed to ride with Biggs into Anchorhead to pick up supplies and hang out with his friends. On one of these trips, Biggs got them tickets on a shuttle ride to one of the moons, which Luke was ecstatic about. Alas, on the trip up something went wrong with the shuttle’s shields and engines.
Some of the passengers panicked at the prospect of a crash. Biggs hit his head and thoughtlessly told Luke to “do something” - and Luke did. He went up to the cockpit, opened up a control panel - the pilot didn’t want him there, but Biggs insisted - and fixed the shuttle, which then returned to Anchorhead, much to Luke’s anguish. He didn’t try to get a refund, and just bought the power converters he was in Anchorhead to get and went home, never telling his aunt and uncle.
At thirteen, Windy told Luke that some of the older kids were flying out to Ja-mero Ridge and specifically excluding them, since they were small. He complained about this and said that they should do something impressive just to show the others. Luke decided that they could ride Huey to the Ridge and set up there before the others arrived.
However, they neglected to check the weather; a sandswirl blew up and Windy fried the comlink. Then they encountered a small but hungry krayt dragon; when it went for Huey Luke tried to fend it off with his laser rifle, and tried to get Windy to join in, but the other boy wouldn’t do it. Luke was knocked away when the krayt got there, and assumed that the dewback had done it somehow. The two boys holed up in a cave as the krayt ate Huey and spontaneously fell asleep.
Old Ben Kenobi showed up and guided them out of danger, kept them for the night, and told them about life on Tatooine. Luke confessed to his guilt about Huey, how the dewback would still be alive if he’d been more prudent; it ate at him. Not unsympathetic, Ben used this as a lesson in responsibility and the interconnectedness of all things. In the morning he took them back to the Lars homestead, where Owen promptly drove him off. Luke was grounded for a while, but not punished as badly as he’d expected, or half thought he deserved.
Luke was too young to be legally allowed behind the wheel of a landspeeder... but he really wanted to drive and keep up with the older kids, who all raced. Biggs Darklighter sometimes indulged him, teaching him the ins and outs. On one such outing, a couple months after the Ja-mero Ridge incident, they shot womp rats away from a local tourist attraction, saw saw some Sand people, and decided to follow from a distance.
The Sand people briefly visited some kind of abandoned encampment, preserved by the lack of moisture and shelter from the scouring winds. Once they’d moved on, Biggs and Luke went to take a look. It was the camp where Shmi had died, where Anakin had come and slaughtered everything down to the children and pets. They didn’t know this, of course. They just saw bones which had been cut with laserlike precision, and Luke became terrified for no reason he could explain. He begged Biggs to get them out of there. Later, though he was curious about what that place was, he knew his aunt and uncle wouldn’t like to hear that he’d been out so far in the Wastes, so he kept quiet.
Canon point:
A few weeks after he and Biggs find the Tusken camp that Anakin slaughtered. I really like the character of young Luke. He’s innocent and enthusiastically curious, and the minor complex he has at the start of A New Hope - that longing to leave coupled with duty to stay - is there, but not yet overwhelming.
And while he’s a good kid and has some special talents, he’s not quite as... extreme as he gets when he’s older.
Special Abilities:
As you might expect, Luke has a degree of potential Force ability that is so high it’s next to obscene. At the moment it’s unconscious. He doesn’t know how to use it deliberately, and isn’t even aware of what it is, but it’s still a part of him.
Normally it manifests as small things like unusually good luck and consistently accurate hunches. His reaction time is very fast, and he’s got some affinity for both machines and animals. Sit him in a starfighter cockpit for the first time and he won’t be another Anakin Skywalker - he won’t even be ANH-era Luke, remember that at that age he’d been flying airspeeders with X-wing like controls for years - but he won’t crash himself, either. He’s got faint psychometry, and sometimes can sense things before they happen.
In a crisis, he can sometimes get flustered and then, like a switch flipping, become calm and sure of what to do. In such times he possesses inhumanly fast reflexes and hand-eye coordination, and sometimes telekinesis. It only happens if he believes that he’s the only one who can save himself or others, and he tends not to remember very clearly when the Force acts through him like that.
Unlock his ability to consciously use the Force and start teaching him, and you will find that he has a deep, intuitive connection to it. He learns quickly and well. Similarly, start teaching him to fight and he will progress rapidly.
But even with the best training, he can’t reach anything like the same astonishing height of talent his adult self possesses; he will plateau and get no stronger past a certain point. Partly this is because he’s a kid. Partly it’s because he hasn’t gone through any major sacrifices yet, or overcome many trials, or gone through all that much pain. In the Order he builds later, trials and sacrifice mark the divide between an apprentice and a full Jedi, and at this age...
Sect: Civilian at first. I expect he’d get recruited into the Jedi quickly, though.
Job: None yet.
Samples:
First Person:
[Video]
[For a moment Luke’s very blue eyes fill the screen. Then he pulls back, adjusts something so the video focuses, and you see that he’s got a viewport behind him, with streams of flying Coruscant traffic. He looks serious, a bit worried.]
Is it on...? Oh. Yeah. Okay, I need to get a message to the Outer Rim Territories. Arkanis Sector, along the 5709-DC Shipping Lane. The one habitable planet in Tatoo System, Tatooine.
On that, the Great Chott Salt Flat’s got the city Mos Eisely. About forty kilometers west of it’s Anchorhead.
I need to get a message to Owen and Beru Lars.
[And he brightens quite a bit.]
I’m on Imperial Center! It’s amazing! Look, look, there’s probably more people in speeders out there right now than in all Anchorhead! The whole planet’s a city! When I woke up, it was actually raining! Real rain! It’s so humid here, I keep thinking something broke, but this is just how the air is!
[Now Luke sort of winces and looks guilty.]
I don’t really understand what happened. But tell them I didn’t mean to go without saying goodbye. I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. I hope they don’t worry about me too much. I need to tell them I’m okay. I need them to know Luke Skywalker is okay.
Third Person:
Luke lay on his back, datapad open on his chest, staring at the ceiling. The plasterine covering it was applied unevenly; when he let his eyes drift he thought he could read patterns in it. It could be a picture of some part of the Great Dune Sea, taken from way up in orbit. If he half-closed his eyes and focused in that particular way that made his stomach lurch like he was falling, he could imagine that he was up in orbit, on a ship drifting away. If he shut his eyes completely and went to sleep, he might dream of being on that ship.
But he’d wake up. He always woke up back here, on Tatooine, in the desert where hardly anything changed and nothing he did was at all important. The great galaxy would whirl on above, and he’d keep waking up here, every morning, exactly like his uncle wanted. Live a life of nothing more than being a moisture farmer who maybe won races against people who lived within a hundred kilometers of him - and probably never going much farther than that from home.
Forever.
He shut his eyes against a wash of utter anguish. Sometimes Luke felt like he would burst with longing. There was so much out there, but aside from Biggs and Tank, he didn’t know anyone who even really cared to look up. None of them wanted to be anything.
What could he do? There weren’t a lot of offworld scholarship or early workstudy programs available, but they all needed permission from parents or guardians, and it would a cold day indeed before even Aunt Beru agreed to something like that. He was thirteen, and a small thirteen at that - there was no way he could buy passage on a ship, and he was too young to be hired on.
Not that Luke could ever seriously consider just leaving them. He didn’t understand how they could be content here... but leaving without saying goodbye was unthinkable.
He had to wait, and he had to hope that the chance would come. One day... and hopefully it really would happen and he wasn’t fooling himself. And hopefully he’d be able to stand the wait, and his spirit wouldn’t die in the meantime.
“I wish I was on any other planet,” he whispered fervently, as if being heartfelt would change anything.
Luke sighed heavily and sat up to look at his datapad’s screen once more. Not even Biggs cared to study odd trade languages like Sy Bisti; as far as he was concerned, Basic and Huttese and a smattering of Bocce were enough. But one day, Luke knew - he hoped - he’d need it.
Until then, it was a little breath of not Tatooine, and there were times when he really needed that.
Anything Else:
He’d love to hear Jolee Bindo’s stories, though he’d probably ask a lot of questions, and of course Luke likes blue milk. Though he'd probably dislike the processed, watered down version you get on city worlds... It's probably got coloring in it, even.
Any roomies are fine. I'd particularly like ones who know him as an adult.
