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Profile
Inquisitive Padawan of the Coruscanti Jedi Temple, where Imoen struggles with control and manipulation of the Force, she thrives in other areas. A competent unarmed specialist dedicated to perfecting her art, she's frequently found practicing in a variety of training chambers. Alien cultures describe her second passion, which enriches the first but also lands her in regular trouble falling asleep researching holocrons in the Jedi Archives. Independent, impulsive, and athletic, her teachers struggle to temper her exuberance with wisdom and detachment. It doesn't help when she's once or twice been discovered sneaking from the temple to interact with citizens and city life with nary a thought for responsibilities.
Imoen and Cayde bump into each other in the Arboretum and debrief together about the resolution to Akashaya Tomi's comatose state, and the attempt to steal the Bogan Collection on Jedha.
Imoen, Zeraph, Cayde, and Navi meet and (some more reluctantly than others) wander past the Council chambers to eavesdrop... only to be totally busted by one of the Masters. Next time, Council... next time!
