Full Name: Varan Si'Li Roedam

Age: 25

Species: Human

Gender: Male

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Description
Varan's attire is rather basic for someone of his standard. The clothing he wears shows that he isn't just your regular citizen. It's rather odd, to notice, how it all comes together. Much like others of the same background, he is quite the tall company that can get on people's nerves. Though not the tallest in any group that he's been acquainted to, Varan stands roughly 6' 0". It links heavily to the uniform he wears, seeing as it doesn't just seem like the standard outfitting you could buy from any marketeer. The specific designing and compatibility is perfect for a man such as himself, as it was put together by multiple clothing found around multiple systems. The design choice and vast majority of construction is mainly from Old Rebel uniforms and utilities that have been for sale or scavenged from classic wreckages. Even a scavenged DH-17 can be found either under his over-layers or stored amongst his vessel.

As for Varan himself, his hair is quite short. Jet-black colouring, of course, and a faint stubble that surrounds his mouth and chin is something more for looks than necessity. His eyes are of a Turquoise shade, mixing between both green and blue glistens. For body structure, Varan isn't exactly the brawn of any situation. His arms show only basic muscling and his strength can be limited, though useless is out of the question. The left arm, however, for the man isn't exactly the normal blend. Underneath the clothing is a cold and metallic Arm, caused by the misfortune of one of his Trips through endless vacuum. On the same left shoulder is a mild burn mark, though not from Blaster-fire or any sort of weaponry. Very faint cuts lie on his right cheek, though they aren't life-changing like the scars many have in the violent galaxy.

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Personality
Varan's personality is quite surprising. For a man who looks rather experienced in work and dangerous territory, he's actually quite timid which goes against his great intelligence. Even socially and physically, Varan's ability to maintain confidence is bleak. There are many things that can hold back a man, and Varan is sure to have plenty that can sometimes effect certain tasks. In certain conversations of importance, he has a tendency to stutter and hesitate, making his On-The-Dot decision making quite difficult. As else, his emotions are rather mixed. They can change from cheerful to determined to sorrowful within an instant, and Mood-swings have been common in the past. However, as time builds up with little defeat, tasks that Varan becomes used to eventually becomes something he becomes comfortable with, taking a toll on his little boldness. Time does effect the overall person Varan is, especially with the threat of the empire constantly lurking around every corner of every street or canyon. His confidence, however, isn't at an all time low where he falls useless to everyone in dangerous situations, and can always serve at least some purpose. When it comes to his views on others, Varan's judgement is less planned and rather random. He might feel greatly affectionate for one, but complete hatred for their counterpart. His vigilance towards types of people can be at an all-time high, however there are chances that he sets aside the cautiousness based upon his first judgement of an individual. Individuals who like to take power can easily get Varan's attention, as he is unlikely to take charge of most situations, bar when he's behind the controls of travel. As a side note, the collecting aspect of life, linking to scavenging, can be quite the entertaining event for Varan, seeing as he loves having unique items to gaze at.

If there is one thing, however, that Varan can even say for himself that he is confident and focused on, it has to be piloting. The man loves the art of travelling and that feature of himself has given him the chance to survive longer than he is supposed to. There have been only a few times where his skills were needed, but evidently they paid off quite well, seeing as he is still in one piece...well, sort of.

Fears & Flaws

The Descent - Falling or being involved in any mode of transport that is plummeting downwards has always made him panic. There are times where someone experiences something, that can trigger emotions at specific events...this is his. Seeing the ground thrust towards his own eyes can be a rather frightening sight, one that can be avoided at certain points in time.

Mr Unsociable - The ideas that Varan can come up with are absolutely life-changing, and with planning they can be some of the most brilliant plans for the situation. However, there's always the thought of disagreement. Varan hates messing up, and when it comes to sharing ideas for dangerous plans, Varan usually keeps his ideas safe and secure with himself. He rarely likes getting others into a deathly situation.

Pi'Lu Turang - A vast flaw is the seat to his right. The Co-pilot seat. The much needed crew member that is supposed to be by his side thick-and-thin. Problem is, Varan rarely lets anyone even take a seat in the chair. His old Co-pilot, Pi'Lu Turang, was a good friend of his and had a large influence on what kind of a person he was. After the incident that occurred during the Naboo Shipment Run, the broken corpse had always had the slight haunting within his mind. That doesn't mean that eventually someone will replace her...

Talents

Pilot and a Half - On his home planet of Utaphau, some described the nervous man to be more than just a pilot. It was as if he were both a single pilot, as well as half of a co-pilot. Literally, there are few shipment types he finds hard to identify, and there are many cockpits the man is familiar with. His out-of-atmosphere movement is almost perfect, whereas his in-atmosphere movement can be rather clunky.

"Born with a wheel in his Hands.." - This was a term said by Imperial Officer Johnsa Hyrudu, the man responsible for setting his job in the Labour business. He was aware of his piloting career, and when given the role to transport, his accurate driving and careful movement meant he was a valid asset to the 43rd Transport and Freighting Sub-Division.

Control - Ever since the incident, Varan became a left-handed shooter. It took some getting used to, of course, but eventually it became a useful aspect to his survival. If he has ever had to engage in a Stand-off situation, the arm of bionics proves to be far quicker and more accurate in terms of handling recoil, aiming and pulling the trigger.

Knowledge - Through scavenging, you learn a lot. Old Republic wreckages located in the vast chasms of the galaxy, burnt-out Rebel fortifications, old homes to personnel on both fighting fronts...These all give quite some information for the past and present. It even gives him certain things to sell, making a profitable funding for both his survival and ship.

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Backstory
Utaphau was always a good home for Varan. He had few friends, though good as they were. His family were wealthy enough to survive the harshness of Empire's reign over the galaxy, and made most of this wealth from his Mother's and Father's Workplace. Varan had a lot of time on his hands, obviously. With his Mother and Father, Ki'lo and Nurma, both out all the time, gave Varan the opportunity to be free and find something he enjoyed. He was about 14 when he had gotten into his first shuttle, eventually using the wealth of his superiors to fund flight training for both in-and-out-of-atmosphere aviation. Utaphau's sink-hole peaks were lined with trading stations and the all time famous 'Hyru's Intergalactic Pilot Academy'. Obviously ran by one of the greatest pilots around, a mandalorian named Hyru Ni'Loota Decompra, it was well funded and provided some of the best training for future pilots. It was Varan's introduction to this facility that led him to meeting Pi'Lu Turang, a Twi'lek wanting to sit in the Co-Pilot seat of some of the best pilots around. Varan personally befriended her, moving himself into the Individual Craft Course. He had no set future for what he wanted to do with the ability to travel, except maybe explore. That was what made him rather easy to train and excel at. Many of the other students relied only on specification and would only do what they thought would increase their chances for certain roles in the Galaxy. Varan, on the other hand, was capable of letting in all the subjects and tasks he was given, as well as completing them with almost full-flying colours. As time progressed, the bond between Pi'Lu and himself became stronger as both of them began to put each other's full trust into one another's actions, eventually being paired up as a Pilot and Co-pilot crew. The Empire had funded and provided this academy, which had made his parents quite sceptic about continuing the final months of their son's training. It was at that time when upon completion, he received his first vessel. Based upon his results, a simple two seater civilian Corellian Star Ship, with a centre cockpit. At first, the two never really left the orbit of Utaphau, with some cautious hearings of the ever-lasting battle between the Empire and the Rebel Alliance.

During the period where Varan was 15 years of age, he received a talk. His Mother and Father sat him down as they discussed what he cannot do with his life in the future, when it came to starship roles. The main concern was that he cannot, and they were seriously bound to get the message across, become an Imperial Pilot. Even though he hadn't of thought of becoming one, he continued to ask them why it concerned them so much, especially when they see little of each other then. This lead to the confession and discovery of where his Parents received their money and well-being...The Rebel Alliance. Now it came to a shock, of course, but they were keen on giving him something before they were due to leave for a two week period. It was a Utility belt. One that stretched across the chest from shoulder to hip. Durable, comfortable and capable of holding many needed things, it seemed like the perfect gift. A sort of late Birthday present, as such. As they left, he began to wear it more often as part of his standard attire. The two parents were off to Yavin 4 for their Important Call-In. As as history will explain, some things were just never going to go well. The siege and pillage of Yavin 4, the destruction of the Rebel Alliance, left a boy mentally crippled and distraught at the news of his Mother's death. His father's whereabouts were uncertain, as certain Squadrons of Y-Wing Bombers, as he learnt of his Father's gunner position within the Rebel alliance and his mother's ground unit-positioning, fled from the scene. Their tracking communications with their FOB on Yavin 4 were turned off to allow them to escape moderately unnoticed, and their fate was left lost in the crumbling ruins of the Alliance. For another 2 Years, Varan waited. He waited for the confidence. He would scavenge his parent's old and abandoned room, seeing as he was accepted as an age that could take care of himself, making a small living from delivering items to local imperial flagships and adjacent systems. Eventually, he came across a inherited stash underneath the flooring of his room. It was labelled: 'For when we fall in battle...'. Inside was enough Credits to fulfil the dreams of Varan, eventually bringing the Box with himself and purchasing his Current Vessel, a Corellian Transport and Escort Freighter known as the Valiant Retribution. This was a fast-manoeuvrable ship, capable of defending whilst outrunning others of its kind if it contained the correct pilot. Once he purchased the ship, at the age of 18, he set out to convince Pi'Lu to come with him, as he felt his purpose on Utaphau was something of the past. After days of begging, she finally agreed, due to the sympathy of his life and turnout in events. Her as his Co-Pilot, the two set out to leave Utaphau's Sink-Hole cities for good...to stay together as friends for the life ahead.

For 3 Years, they travelled. It was around their first year within the system travelling that they made a name for themselves, taking part in small-scale races and slowly climbing the ranks of fame amongst the non-governmental authorities. This caught the attention of a Scavenging Cartel, smaller in scale compared to the Hutt, known as Ou'Loia. They mentioned them wanting a crew to simply commit to their needs, without the violent pressure of the Hutt Cartel. It was a promising offer, and Varan accepted. Over time, they were acquainted with more of the Cartel, becoming their lead Freighter for fast-paced transport. Their missions were relatively safe, and the pay was greatly appreciated. Over-time, Varan and Pi'Lu modified their ship, giving it frontal defences so the Pilot could also participate in any raids from gangs. They purchased weaponry for handheld encounters, and even modified their outfitting based on what they could scavenge. The ship became faster, stronger and more capable of withstanding fatal attacks from the gangs that occasionally invaded. That was when they received a job from their authorities. Their ship was apparently 'Capable of fulfilling a job we've been at for years'. There was a small abandoned settlement on the Planet of Naboo, where foretold files from the Old Rebel Alliance were still in shape. They had been trying to get these for a good few years, knowing that they would sell for an immense price, and knew it had remained incognito for quite some time. However, recently the Imperials had started destroying more files, making them rarer and more priceless. The attention to the Naboo files were drawn by more gangs and cartels. The two were to be sent and to try and retrieve the files for selling before the other Cartels knew where they exactly were. Seemed simple, yet risky. Varan was a bit sceptic at first, but Pi'Lu's wisdom convinced him to accept it. They were handed more crew members for that specific job, knowing it could end badly if the two were to just go alone, barely armed for when they exited their ship.

During the job, they didn't even get remotely far into the Planet's atmosphere when something went wrong. Everything seemed normal, the two on the controls flying as it nothing was going wrong. When the top and bottom gunners began to call for shots, other Cartels began to move in. It was a race, indeed, but they had no idea how long the race was going to last for themselves. Within seconds, an overwhelming pulse jammed their controls, sending them in a hurtling manner. For minutes, Varan would watch the ground get closer and closer as they entered the atmosphere, going faster and faster. The sirens would roar, the crew in the back would panic. There was the slightest bit of power left in the shuttle, allowing them to somewhat make a controllable glide. The glide wasn't good enough, however, and the speed kept going. They braced the little power they had left, cruising at a 5° angle, into the shielding, hoping their ship would explode or tear apart on impact. A field, not so far from the City, slammed into the front underside. Pain and blurred visions were the only thing Varan experienced. It was extremely difficult to even identify what was going on. The final slam made him see black, as if he were just executed...Hours must've passed before he awoke. The thing that awoke him was the flash of light, a Recovery Droid team obviously being sent from the Imperial command over Naboo. As they began to attempt removing him from his chair, he turned to see the horrors. A shard of shrapnel, possibly torn up from the ship's impact, was presented as a knife, going straight through Pi'Lu. Her blood must've stopped dripping, as there were just dry patches of liquid on her chair, body and cockpit interior. As the jammed belt was loosened, great pain interrupted him from his grief over his companion, as he looked leftwards, only there to see a Phantom Pain. His Left arm...it was on the floor...it was pale and lifeless, detached from his own shoulder. Only a little stub remained on his left shoulder, putting something to wiggle as he struggled in panic. The shock he was presented with was left behind, as he was dragged away from the ship...

It was a good few months that he stayed in a Naboo Hospital. The Naboo staff had the technology, which apparently took a good few attempts to convince the Imperials to fund, to build an arm of pure bionics, unfortunately not bringing back the sense of touch but movement instead. Everything felt weird. He could move it, it was fully functional, but it still couldn't feel anything except the emptiness of his real flesh and bone [The arm would've been based around the same style and type as the one Luke Skywalker would've had, if the Rebellion weren't crushed]. During the next month that he remained getting used to himself, he attended a funeral for the crew, who still weren't identified as Cartel members, as well as his long-lost friend. The ship, overtime, was repaired in a nearby ship-recovery dock on the outskirts of the city. He learnt overtime that the reason he hadn't bled out from his arm's separation was because of the droids themselves having to remove it just before he awoke, allowing them to actually free him from the shrapnel he was trapped beneath. Soon enough, as soon as he imagined he was flight ready, a message from the Cartel came, asking him to come back after the sorrowful disaster. Obviously, he denied it...and was soon to become a scavenger, lonesome and quiet. He would occasionally hire a gunner or two to support him when travelling into certain lands, however he never really had a proper crew. This went on for three more years.

Recently, he was arrested for stealing and gaining the possession of Old Republican files and holotapes, giving him a small-petty theft charge that led him to being taken to Tatooine. Being taken to Tatooine, he was brought to the Manual Labour group known as Rhyo Pila. Here, knowing of his somewhat decent piloting skills, he was placed into the drivers seat of New Imperial J-12 Land Transporter. This was equipped with multiple crew storage and crate freighting for the Empire, with a disarmed cannon on the top for the safety measures. He was set to drive this, along with those he would likely come across in the back, unaware of what they would become together...

Affiliates
-Pi'Lu Turang [Best Friend/Copilot/Codriver - Deceased]
Licu Si'Li Roedam [Mother - Deceased]
Grad Si'Li Roedam [Father - Presumed Dead]
Ewda Si'Li Roedam [Uncle - Imperial Pilot]

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Introduction

Full Name: Grrur’rkrs’rouk (Rouke)

Age: 29

Species: Human

Gender: Male

Appearance

Description
Rouke stands at a solid 6’1, with lean muscle from strenuous labor and combat on Tatooine. While not overly bulky, he does have a very thin layer of fat over his frame, though his muscles remain defined. Rouke’s leathery skin is a roadmap of blaster burns and scars. Numerous scars coat his flesh from his battle with a krayt dragon, deep slashes all over his body. A long keloid scar extends diagonally across his throat from a Tusken gaffi stick, tapering off towards his jaw. Rouke’s hands are coarse and callused, his right missing its pinkie finger from the first knuckle up.

Characteristics

Personality
Rouke is a man of contradictions. He is confrontational and aggressive, but has difficulty looking people in the eyes. Even after three years away from his tribe, seeing others not completely concealed by robes and rags is unnerving to him, almost shameful, and he does his best to avert his gaze. Rouke’s physical presence in a room is strong and imposing, yet the Tusken speaks little, and when he does, it comes out as a harsh and gravelly whisper, his vocal cords damaged after being slashed by a rival tribe member’s gaffi stick. The Tusken believes in victory at any cost, as evident from his numerous scars, but despises using any technology more advanced than his cycler rifle to defeat his enemies. Rouke is excellent at reading body language and concealing his, yet he cannot read faces or hide the emotion on his own. He grew up in a culture where there was never any reason to lie to another, and is almost entirely incapable of doing so, but he is extremely distrustful of others.
Like most Tuskens, Rouke despises anyone outside of his tribe, but with them behind him now, he is slowly opening up to others, accepting them into his “tribe”. He trusts Bob with his life, though this trust was started when the Kushiban saved him. Rouke is deeply religious, believing in a system of gods and spirits that look over all Tuskens, so to Rouke, it was no coincidence that Bob stumbled upon him. He has a profound connection to nature and animals, and hates being indoors, or worse, in outerspace. His sense of humor is sometimes cruel and leaves much to be desired, but is slowly becoming more civilized. Despite his relatively quiet demeanor, Rouke is an excellent and engaging storyteller, one of his favorite pastimes, though he does tend to exaggerate his feats and adventures.

Fears & Flaws
Aquaphobia: Rouke is totally unable to swim, rarely having seen a pool of water deeper than that in his canteen, and avoids deep water whenever possible, though on Tatooine any water is a rare encounter.

Claustrophobic: Rouke always had an aversion to tight spaces, stemming from his Tusken background. Dark, enclosed spaces like caves are said to be where desert demons rest, and those who disturb their slumber are ripped to shreds. While these sleeping spirits may be myths, Rouke learned that some legends draw from reality when he sought out and killed a krayt dragon in the creature’s den. He sustained serious injuries in the confined lair, furthering reinforcing his claustrophobia.

Luddite: Tuskens are extremely averse to technology, and Rouke is no exception. He is unfamiliar with almost all forms of technology and despises them, and those who use it. Rouke will use a blaster when needed, and perhaps ride in a speeder if forced, but refuses to learn anything of technology.

Weak Voice: Rouke’s larynx was damaged when an enemy Tusken slashed his throat with the end of his gaffi stick. His vocal cords are now barely able to emit a harsh growl, only slightly louder than a whisper. With his raspy Tusken accent and sometimes tedious grasp on Basic, Rouke can be hard to hear and difficult to understand even in completely quiet conditions.

Old Wounds: Likely the only survivor of his tribe, Rouke is haunted by the destruction of those he was supposed to protect. This guilt manifests itself in vicious, reoccurring nightmares and flashbacks to the slaughter. Ironically, he now has a deep hatred of other Sand People, and will go out of his way to kill them.

Isolation: Cut off from the rest of the universe, Rouke knows almost nothing about other cultures, planets, and politics. He both fears and hates outsiders, and is very resistant to any kind of cultural change. Rouke has only met Tuskens, humans, and to a limited extent Jawas and Hutts, and is wary of any other species. He is completely illiterate, as Tuskens don't believe in a written language, preferring to document events with stories told by their shaman.

Talents
Tracker: Rouke is an experienced hunter, spending years stalking both man and beast alike as a Tusken. Tracking on the shifting sands of Tatooine is very difficult, but he has largely mastered this fine art. Likewise, Rouke knows how to travel silently and leave no trace behind. However, his tracking skills remain on a more primitive level, and concepts like paper trails and interrogation escape him.

Hearty: Rouke is able to go without food and water for a significantly longer time than most without feeling the effects as severely. He can travel for days at a time without stopping as well, though this takes a toll on him.

Brawler: Rouke has trained with a gaffi stick since he was capable of wielding one, and his expertise with this weapon, among others, gives him a distinct advantage in hand-to-hand combat. Having fought both Tuskens and colonists for most of his life, Rouke’s reflexes are honed and his muscles tuned to the pace of combat. He relies on brute strength and versatile fighting style to gain the upper hand in a fight, and when these fail, Rouke’s endurance and tolerance to pain allow him to out-slug his foe blow for blow.

Raider: Despite his heavy-handed approach in combat, Rouke is quite light on his feet, capable of moving without making a sound; he developed this skill when sneaking up on moisture farmers, and later, Sand People.
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History

Backstory
Rouke was born on Tatooine to a pair of young moisture farmers, but then, his name was Ilkea Jhoren. When he was a year old, the farm was attacked by Tusken Raiders, and his entire family was killed by the Sand People. Luckily, Ilkea was adopted by a female Tusken on the raid, Ora'jss'ask, who had just lost a young child of her own. Ora substituted her deceased babe with Ilkea, ensuring that none of their tribe knew the true identity of the human amongst their ranks, though many of the Tuskens were unknowingly humans themselves. She named the adopted child Grrur’rkrs’rouk, or Rouke, and raised him as her own with her mate.

Rouke lived as a Tusken for 26 years. He never knew he was any different from the others, since Sand People never saw another unrobed unless they were married, and none knew what other members of their sex looked like. From a young age, he trained and fought with his gaderffii, raiding and killing others. When his time for his bloodrite, a ceremony which turns a young uli-ah into a full-fledged tribe member, Rouke set off into the Jundland Wastes. He managed to kill a krayt dragon and retrieve the precious pearl from its gullet, though the creature severely mauled Rouke. He returned to his tribe a man, and was given a blood-bound mate, R'Rin Srugdogg. After Rouke healed, the two were wed, and though she, too, was a human adopted by the Tuskens, neither were aware of their unusual position.

Rouke became a prominent member of the tribe, rising to the rank of Chieftain by the time he was 26. The couple had two children, a boy and girl, and lived life as most Tuskens do. However, with the fall of the Rebel Alliance, the Tuskens felt the pressure of the Empire more than ever. Two years after Rouke was appointed Chief, their Storyteller, an important figure in the tribe, was killed during an Imperial raid on their village. The death of the Storyteller greatly weakened the tribe, and led to massive infighting. Without the Storyteller, the tribe’s history was lost, and according to Tusken tradition, a tribe with no history was not worthy of existing. Other Tusken tribes were quick to prey on Rouke’s, and they were raided during the night. Rouke managed to rally his men and ward them off, but his family were among those killed. Gravely wounded and with sickened with guilt, Rouke shed his robes and exiled himself into the desert, believing if his family’s souls wanted him to survive, he would.

After several days, Rouke was found by a group of bounty hunters scouring the desert for wandering Tusken Raiders, who were being displaced from their homes by the Empire. The local Imperial government had placed a hefty bounty on all Tuskens killed or captured, but it was dangerous work. The bounty hunters were transporting Rouke to an Imperial detention center when the Tusken told them his story. Figuring they could use a former Tusken chief with a vendetta against other tribes to their advantage, the bounty hunters took Rouke into their group, using him as a tracker. He was paid a share of the collected bounties, and killed those who destroyed his home as well. This went on for almost a year, but when the payouts for the bounties fell lower and lower, Rouke’s group betrayed him and gave him to the Imperials, quitting the Tusken-hunting business for good.

Affiliates
Rouke's mate and two children are deceased, along with most of his tribe. It is unknown whether his Tusken foster parents are alive, along with his real parents.

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Introduction

Full Name:
Sek V'lon

Age:
23

Species:
Ithorian

Gender:
Male

Appearance]

Description:
Sek stands at a full 2.1 meters in height, or about 6 feet and 10 inches, including the standard Ithorian "hunch". He has a light brown color of skin as well. Sek has the humble wares of someone who simply wished to live off the land, wearing a near white robe over a dark brown, ragged shirt and a matching dark brown pair of pants that cover his feet as well. Sek has blue eyes and also has a higher pitched voice than some others, helping in the 'Ithorian Screech'. He is a rather thin Ithorian as well, being tallest very lean, the most he says is fought 165 pounds.

Characteristics

Personality
Sek is a rather paranoid fellow who is always jumping at the slightest aggressive move made towards him. That being said, he has an extreme fear of any blaster weapon that he has visible sight of and will always keep his eyes of it. It is apparent that Sek is not much of a fighter but instead he is a true merchant, haggling any deals he can. He is a very docile, easy-going person when he is in a safe place and not being constantly paranoid, which is nearly never.

Sek prefers to think of others before himself in most cases, so long as his fears does not get in the way. Plus, he loves to converse as well as trade with people because it is just simply what he does a majority of the time. Sek, does find difficulty when controlling himself in a shop, that is mainly due to him being the trader of junk that he is. The Ithorian also likes to scavenge junk from any downed ship that he can come across so he can continue to make a profit. He may not admit it but he has a bit of an obsession with trading goods.

Fears & Flaws
-Fear of Blasters; Blasters cause death, they can take your family and everything you know away from you. At a young age that can be very devastating to an Ithorian.
-Hesitated around Imperials; With the heavy racism of the imperials, Sek is very careful with what he says around anyone who seems to be Imperial, especially storm troopers and their officers.
-Paranoid of Dangers; After what Sek has been through, he has become extremely paranoid of bad happenings and such. He hates it but it has become a part of his being to fear the unexpected dangers.
-Not that great in tense, fighting scenarios; Sek simply has never bothered to train in the arts of killing an opponent to death.

Talents & Strengths
-Good Farmer
-Ithorian Screech, used defensively
-Can act as a repair man; Living on a ship for the beginning of your life will help you learn how to fix the basic things. However, it is hard for the more complex things in the engineering aspects.
-A great Merchant; Sek has spent many years with his father and personal experience learning the trick of the trade, learning how to get the most credits for items he sells and saves credits from items that he buys.
-"Merchant Talk"; Being a merchant and constantly meeting new people, it is a big deal to know as many languages as possible in order to help maximize opportunities for trades. Sek uses the trade language Bocce and Jawaese.

History

Backstory
Sek was born aboard an Ithorian agriculture ship to a trader for a father and a farmer for a mother. He had spent much of his time helping them with tasks on a day-to-day basis. With that said, it explains why he is good with trading and farming, though that is what most Ithorians specialize in. His family was very happy with what they were doing and continued to teach the growing boy.

At the age of 12, there was an encounter with a pirate ship that took over the Ithorian ship and killed a majority of the crew, taking slaves. This all happened when he was young, explaining his fear of blasters. Sek was then taken to Tatooine as a slave and bought by a family who took pity on him. That was where he grew up until he left because of the Imperial racism. He was driven to become homeless, having no family, and nothing more than a stain on the Empire. He wondered around without any sort of motivation to do anything with his life, before he met a very kind trader. She saw that he was experiencing and decided to give him a large discount. Although, he never bought anything from her, the two conversed for several hours before he eventually forced himself to leave. Still, he stayed in contact with her for a while before he got some motivation.

The past would not stop him from going on to do the things that he wanted to do with was his life, being a merchant, and farmer who would never do what those pirates had done. Now 21, he has gone to begin trading all sorts of supplies or junk but never any weapons. However, tragedy struck two years later again when the Empire had taken away everything that he had worked towards, forcing him into the wastes of Desert.

Affiliates
Feg V'lon - Father {deceased}
Desue V'lon - Mother {deceased}
Rizz Heart - Adoptive Mother
Howard Heart - Adoptive Father
Elizabeth Woods - Old Friend

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