I'm not dead! So don't through me on the cart just yet!
Drew this today. This is my fursona as a gray Jedi from the Old Republic era.
As his story goes, he was a reckless young Padawan from the agricultural world of Dantooine. Headstrong, arrogant, proud and independent best describe him, so needless to say, he didn't quite see eye-to-eye with the Jedi Council.
Once, while on a diplomatic mission, he slipped away from his master and went to hang out in a sleazy dive bar. There he got in some trouble with some goons, got mixed up with a Hutt and made off with a dancing girl!
When the Mandalorian Wars broke out, he was one of the Jedi that tried to persuade the council to support the Republic in the War. The Council explained to him that they did not want to repeat the mistakes of the Great Sith War, to which he replied "BUT PEOPLE ARE DYING, YOU FOOLS!!!" They continued with their bureaucracy, so he took his light saber from his belt, threw it down, gave the council the finger, and walked out. Later, Revan and other Jedi joined the war and well... play Knights of the Old Republic, people!
A Jedi Guardian, he built a pair of new light sabers and took up piracy and smuggling which made him very rich. He would steal from big corporations like Czerka Corp and sell expensive luxury items at half price (which would still leave him with a nice amount!) and would smuggle food to those who needed it. He even smuggled Kolto from Manaan without getting caught! Yeah, he was pretty good at it. (The Selkath frown on that sort of thing.)
Whew! There's a fun little story. Not the most original, but I get points for giving the finger to the Council, right?!