Nautolan Jedi

I don't remember my homeworld. Not really. I wasn't as young as a lot of the initiates are when I was taken away, but despite that, only the faintest of impressions is left now. I remember it the same way that an infant must remember being in the womb - a disconcerting sort of weightless feeling; the experience of perfect calm, utter bliss. The day that I was taken is only a little clearer - like being born, I suppose - a wrenching sensation, like being torn out of another living, breathing thing.

I remember the young Jedi Knight that waded ashore with me in his arms - not his face, but the distorted impression of his presence. I remember how tightly he held on to me. I remember his concern. His fear. I know now that I must have been the cause of those emotions. I think I screamed the entire way to Coruscant. I must have terrified him. But do you know what? I think that he must have held on to me that entire time. I don't know who he was, but I know I owe him everything. If he had let me go, I am almost certain that I wouldn't be here now.

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A bit of a change from yet another drawing of Twi'lek Jedi...

This is Rho Kinto. An NPC Nautolan Jedi Knight from a Star Wars roleplaying adventure called 'Echoes of the Empire' that I'm currently piecing together.

Ten to twelve hours. Drawn on paper, then coloured in PaintShop Pro 7.