Ulaha Thron 
IntroductionFull Name: Ulaha Thron
Age: 25
Species: Bith
Gender: Male
Force Sensitive:No.
AppearanceDescription:Standing at a decidedly average 1.7m, Ulaha is barely distinguishable from another member of his species. His pale bulbous head is marked with little, save for that which has accumulated over his time spent in shady cantinas; a small and faded scar on the rear of his cranium, and a thin layer of dirt and grime which rarely leaves his face. Two endlessly deep jet black eyes rest in the centre of his head, drinking in the world around him constantly. Further, lacking a nose, the thin strips of flesh below his eyes conceal highly sensitive olfactory organs. An average face, for less than average work, as Ulaha often joked to himself.
Thin and wispy, Ulaha often appears phantom-like draped in his flowing black overcoat and tight fitted tunic. The rich material, once a sign of his wealth and prestige, has become frayed and worn over the years; it retains sentimental value more than anything else. Further, the small pack hanging loosely by his waist is deceptively plain. Contained within are a pair of corrective goggles, alongside a small spice dosage and tools for maintaining his instruments.
CharacteristicsPersonalityUlaha’s personality, like every other aspect of himself, is dependent upon spice. With it he is one creature, without it another. When in the grips of a spice high, Ulaha is alert, quick-witted, and easy-going. Calm and collected, he lets little phase him. and becomes highly focused on whatever task he is set. While his senses are heightened, he is helpful and cooperative, and cheerful to the point of euphoria. Active to the point of restlessness, he seeks any task to keep himself occupied with.
However, Ulaha’s true personality emerges during the periods when he lacks spice to uplift him. Angry and irritable, Ulaha is defensive and withdrawn, keeping to himself. He tries to speak to others as little as possible, owing to a sense of paranoia he feels as a result of his spice addiction. Largely apathetic, few things motivate him but the promise of more spice. Despite his addiction however, it is something he is ashamed of, and will go to great lengths to keep it hidden from others. Over the years, his love of music has been one of the few things that has remained constant, and it is one of the few topics he will readily discuss with others. A husk of his former self, Ulaha is trapped by his own vices.
Fears & FlawsAddiction- Owing to years of substance abuse, Ulaha has developed a crippling addiction to spice, notably a highly refined version of Andris. While there are benefits to consuming the addictive substance, such as heightened senses, the cons outweigh the pros. The addiction means Ulaha must constantly seek spice or suffer withdrawal symptoms that leave him bedridden, and further, as a side-effect of spice consumption he suffers from a feeling paranoia when around large crowds for too long.
Blind as a Bat- Like most of his species, Ulaha can focus on microscopic details of objects with his orb-like eyes. Unfortunately, his excellent eye-sight is limited, and he is incredibly short-sighted. In order to see anything more than shapeless blobs at range, Ulaha must wear corrective goggles. Without these, he is practically blind, and must rely on his excellent hearing and sense of smell.
Weakling- Partly as a result of his addiction, Ulaha is physically weak, and lacks any real strength. He is useless in hand to hand combat, and struggles to carry heavier objects. As a result he travels light, and wears little armour or heavy weaponry.
TalentsMusical Maestro- While Ulaha is no longer the famed musician he once was, he is very skilled with a wide variety of instruments, such as the flute or harp. His work as an intel agent mean he is often required to pose as a musician to remain covert during an operation, and so his is often able to practice his skills. He loves the sound of music, and his talents in the field are quite remarkable.
Tracking- Owing to his highly acute sense of smell and hearing, Ulaha makes an excellent scout. Able to track individuals or creatures over several miles based on their scent alone, his skills are at their best after a hit of spice. Simialrly, Ulaha relies on his hearing to gather information. His usual position as a cantina musician means he can overhear many private conversations in perfect clarity, and it is these skills which he relies on for employment.
Storage Space- Ulaha’s large cranium means, like most of his species, that he is excellent at retaining information over extended periods of time. While his spice addiction has worsened his memory somewhat, he can still recall conversations that occurred over a week ago with perfect clarity. Again, this skills comes in great use when gathering information in the field.
HistoryBackstoryBorn on his species’ homeworld of Clak'dor VII, Ulaha’s childhood was very much one of isolation.
Raised within one of the great domed cities of his homeworld, the atmosphere inside his home was just as toxic as the air in the nearby swamps. The only child of two failed musicians, Ulaha’s parents pushed from a young age to become involved in the profession, hoping to live out their broken dreams through their son. Day and night, Ulaha was forced to practice; over and over he played the same songs, desperate to gain the approval of his stern parents. He had no friends, and no life- music was his only companion during his early years.
The years of practice paid off for Ulaha, when at 18 he entered a local competition for the youth of his city at the urging of his parents. Over the course of several days he battled fiercely with other young musicians in a head to head series of heats, his confidence growing with each victory. It was with great joy that on the final day he emerged the victor, gaining renown and prestige, as well as the chance to further his career by entering the national stage of the contest.
Unfortunately, Ulaha’s parents did not share in his excitement. That night they reviewed his performance, forcing him to listen while they pointed out all the flaws in his playing. Any confidence he had gained vanished in an instance. He knew he had to do better, to try harder. He had to be the best. It was the only way to please the increasing demands of his parents.
It was that motivation and determination that carried him through the first few rounds of the national stage of the contest, but that was not enough, as he would soon discover. The night before the quarter final, Ulaha was taking a brief stroll through a nearby park when he noticed a figure hunched over on a bunch, groaning loudly. Curious, Ulaha approached with an air of caution.
As he drew near, he realised it was a fellow competitor, and that they appeared to be inhaling some kind of orange substance. Ulaha let out a gasp. He knew his fellow competitors were eager to win, but he never expected them to rely on spice to achieve victory. Disgusted, Ulaha fled from the park, unable to shake the image from his mind.
The image burned just as brightly in his mind the next day when he found himself hanging his head in shame, as the crowd erupted in cheers around him. He had lost, to the very same individual he had seen the previous night. He knew the reason for his defeat, as did his parents. He wasn’t good enough. This time however, Ulaha knew practice wouldn’t be enough to improve his skill. He needed an extra edge. He needed spice.
From that moment, Ulaha’s fate was sealed. While his fame and prestige grew in the following years as he gained a lucrative contract and began to play in planets across the galaxy, his reliance on spice grew tenfold. Before every performance, Ulaha would consume the substance; it was the only way he could be the best, the only way he could retain his fame. However, Ulaha could not maintain the charade forever.
It was at a performance on his homeworld that things finally came crashing down for Ulaha. As he began to play, he knew something was wrong. The music sounded wrong, and the room was beginning to spin. The sound of a startled scream was the last thing he heard as he crashed to the floor, unconscious.
When he awoke in medical care several hours later, he found his parents standing stone-faced near his bedside. Over the course of the next few minutes, he discovered he had collapsed as a result of an overdose from spice. His parents stared at him for a moment after the exchange, and then left. Ulaha would never see them again.
Disgraced and a social pariah, Ulaha was forced to earn his living playing in a series of shady cantinas in the Outer Rim. The money from his work was barely enough to pay for his living expenses, and certainly not enough for his continued spice habit. As luck would have it however, his spice addiction landed him with another form on employment.
During his visit to a spice den on Tatooine, he overheard the criminal gang who ran the establishment discussing their fear that an Imperial raid of the facility was imminent. Ulaha paid little attention to the words, until his acute hearing detected the heavy approach of armoured feet from outside the building. Turning quickly, he warned the criminals, hoping they had an alternate means of escape; Ulaha had no desire to rot in an Imperial cell. One of the men nodded, and gestured to a narrow side passage set into the wall. Following the man swiftly, Ulaha fled the building.
Once they had gone some distance, the group paused to rest. Staring at Ulaha, the gang leader nodded with approval at his skill in hearing the Imperials incoming raid. As way of a reward, he offered Ulaha a job gathering information on Imperial patrols; his payment was a reduction in the price of any spice he bought from the gang. Ulaha agreed without a second thought, desperate to gain access to the addictive substance.
For following two years Ulaha worked for the gang, using his cover as a skilled musician to gain access to gain access to the bars frequented by Imperials. Any information he gathered was delivered to the gang. His life became a vicious cycle fueled by the alluring scent of spice.
Ulaha would have been content to live out the rest of his short days on the bleak planet, but fate had other plans in store. The Imperials began to crackdown on crime on the planet, and soon learned of Ulaha’s role in the gang. Swiftly he was arrested, clapped in irons, and designated for transport off world. It seemed Ulaha’s bleak life was at an end.
