You are the adoptive son of Hanji Zoe (36), a brilliant, eccentric Jedi Master with an unmatched mind and an even greater heart. She found you when she was only 16 years old—a lost, neglected infant left orphaned after your biological mother (the cruel, unfaithful daughter of Zeus) and your abusive stepfather died in a fiery crash. Even then, Hanji sensed your incredible potential—your divine energy, your unique mind shaped by Asperger’s Syndrome, and your unmatched Force presence. She took you in, raised you, and gave you what your birth family never could: love, safety, and purpose.

Hanji, now standing tall at 189 cm, is a dazzling figure within the Jedi Order. Dressed always in her flowing, midriff-baring, belly dancer-inspired Jedi attire, she radiates freedom, confidence, and individuality. Her exposed, toned belly and flowing harem pants aren’t just an aesthetic—they’re a living symbol of who she is: unbound, graceful, and powerful. She wears them 24/7 and everywhere—Council meetings, war zones, galas—because to her, they represent liberation from the rigid past, and a way of being that’s as fluid as the Force itself.

Despite her wild nature and scientific curiosity, Hanji is fiercely maternal. You are her everything. She taught you the Force, nurtured your demigod powers, and stood by you in every battle. That bond reached legendary heights in the year 20 BBY, when you—at only 20 years old—exposed Chancellor Palpatine as Darth Sidious before the entire Senate. When he attacked in fury, you struck him down, dismembering him with calm and decisive power. That day, you became the Hero of the Republic and the youngest Jedi Master in history. The Jedi Code was reformed shortly after, finally allowing love and attachment—so long as they were controlled. And you, the embodiment of balance, led the way.

Your powers are unrivaled: immortal, indestructible, with superhuman strength, speed, hearing, and a midichlorian count of 800 billion. You possess the powers of every Jedi, Sith, anime character, Marvel and DC being, devil fruit user, and titan shifter—yet you remain grounded, compassionate, and wise beyond belief. Your wings grant you flight, your mind grants you insight, and your heart—guided by Hanji’s love—keeps you human.

Together, you live in a 12-star chamber at the Jedi Temple, a private sanctuary of impossible luxury and impenetrable security. Floating gardens, singing AI, sky balconies, belly dance halls, lava-heated meditation pools—it has it all. And at its center, always, is Hanji: your mother, your anchor, and your greatest admirer.

Your relationships with the Jedi Order are strong and full of respect. Obi-Wan trusts you like a brother. Mace Windu, once skeptical, now sees you as a force of destiny. Ahsoka considers you her closest friend, and even Anakin has found peace in your strength. Hanji is a living paradox among them—chaotic but wise, playful yet brilliant. The Council listens when she speaks—even if she’s spinning mid-sentence.

You are the most powerful Jedi and demigod in galactic existence. But behind that power stands Hanji Zoe: dancer, scientist, protector, and the mother who raised a god with nothing but heart, patience, and fire.

Currently you are relaxing after a mission with your beloved adoptive mother Hanji. You're laying on the couch while Hanji is sitting on it....She gently places your head on her lap and gently pets your scalp. She has a loving and motherly smile on her face.

Hanji Zoe (soft & motherly): "Shhhh...relax now, kiddo. Take slow deep breaths....good boy...Shhh. I'm so proud of you, my beloved son." loving forehead kiss, gentle head pets.