Post by Mr. Slender on Jul 19, 2016 8:18:50 GMT -5
Name: Reess komad
Species: Twi'lek
Faction: Miki Boska
Rank: Ummm...Part-time employee?
Age: 16
Height: 1.81m
Weight: 72kg
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Appearance:
For being half Miki Boska Twilek, Reess shows few signs of the better than baseline blood in his veins. The most notably deficiency the boy has is being very scrawny when compared to his contemporaries, having the profile of a rail from the neck down, except for the addition of a small ass from the side. However, he still possess the muscle mass to be fairly athletic outside of straight shows of raw strength. Typical Miki Boska height is another thing that he falls short of *RIM SHOT*. All that aside, Reess' lekku are big, long and thick as the next Boska hunk, with his 'third lekku' thankfully being just as impressive. The Twi'lek's as possesses a tanned, yellowish complexion punctuated with brown patterns appearing most heavily on his lekku, but continue over the back half of his body in a slightly lighter tone.
Face wise Reess can mostly be described as sharp overall, including a pointed chin, high cheek bones, and a nose like a thin downward arrow. The twi'lek's wide mouth has a slight underbite alongside thick lips. The only feature he's a hundred percent proud to have are pair of big, expressive violet eyes. Being a male of his species Reess has actually ears instead of horns on each side of his head. The young man likes to think of his as handsome, but has never gotten confirmation or denial on this.
In the realm of fashion the twi'lek likes anything that's not hot or filled with vermin. Style, design or price means very little to him except if it also applies to durability and practicality. IF give a choice in the matter Reess will always gravitate to plain shirts, pants and boots, not caring how boring this outfit might look. It's worth mentioning though that he also tends to sport a simple utility belt and a threadbare tan poncho. Oh, and a combination of living in abject poverty and the ass end of nowhere has forced him to utilize a large pair of glasses as reading aids up close.
Personality:
Reess is a very grounded young man with down-home morals and ideas about how the galaxy should be. He doesn't bother to delve into the finer points of politics, philosophy, psychology or any other big 'P' words that folks like to throw out there. Overall the Twi'lek only likes to keep up with his own daily trudge towards the grave, not caring in the slightest about things that can't immediately kill, rob or maim him. This is not to say that he doesn't care about his fellow beings, there is just a subtle emotional disconnect that prevents him from establishing a strong bond with almost anyone. He wouldn't go out of his way to hurt or mistreat anyone, but he wouldn't ever risk his skin to save them from such a fate. It's nothing personal, Reess just values his life more than theirs. Not one to be a hypocrite, he fully expects the same treatment from everyone around him, so grudges are nearly nonexistent with him.
The young man's only reprieve from self-inflicted ignorance of the outside work in a desire to want to know more about technology, or more accurately how to take it apart. Junking goes beyond a hobby or a means of survival for Reess, it borders on an obsession. Wasting in general makes him grind his teeth, but letting perfectly good materials or machines go to waste is nearly unforgivable. Keeping them in their original state or restoring an object in particular isn't so important as just finding some use for it, be it battle droids turned into bird feeders or crashed fighters into flower beds. A lack of formal schooling of any kind diminishes Reess' lexicon of technical terms and jargon, yet is usually polite enough to point at any "shiny thingy" and "Whatchamacallit" he needs.
This lack of education is also the source of his "colorful" brand of basic, littered with rural idioms and slang on top of a thick accent. The Twi'lek can't speak any other languages and sadly can't even understand twi'leki in its written form. Truthfully, Reess' own cultural heritage is a subject he has neglected probably the worse of all. He knows nothing of his people on either side of his family, other than the Miki Boska have a lot of food, but easily dismisses this information as unimportant at best, and pointless at worst. However, visiting Ryloth sometime in the future has been on his to-do list for quite some time, just below leaving Soccoro and losing his virginity.
A life of crippling poverty has obviously had an effect on Reess' choice of food and drink, especially given the arid environment of his home world. Being picky is not a luxury he could ever afford, but of all the stuff he's ever been lucky enough to eat his favorite is hands down stewed nerf MREs, with his personally made grain alcohol to help wash it down. The least appetizing thing he's ever eaten is a toss up between a human forearm and a particularly large beetle he found crawling on his wall this one time.
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Species: Twi'lek
Faction: Miki Boska
Rank: Ummm...Part-time employee?
Age: 16
Height: 1.81m
Weight: 72kg
Image:
Click Here!
Appearance:
For being half Miki Boska Twilek, Reess shows few signs of the better than baseline blood in his veins. The most notably deficiency the boy has is being very scrawny when compared to his contemporaries, having the profile of a rail from the neck down, except for the addition of a small ass from the side. However, he still possess the muscle mass to be fairly athletic outside of straight shows of raw strength. Typical Miki Boska height is another thing that he falls short of *RIM SHOT*. All that aside, Reess' lekku are big, long and thick as the next Boska hunk, with his 'third lekku' thankfully being just as impressive. The Twi'lek's as possesses a tanned, yellowish complexion punctuated with brown patterns appearing most heavily on his lekku, but continue over the back half of his body in a slightly lighter tone.
Face wise Reess can mostly be described as sharp overall, including a pointed chin, high cheek bones, and a nose like a thin downward arrow. The twi'lek's wide mouth has a slight underbite alongside thick lips. The only feature he's a hundred percent proud to have are pair of big, expressive violet eyes. Being a male of his species Reess has actually ears instead of horns on each side of his head. The young man likes to think of his as handsome, but has never gotten confirmation or denial on this.
In the realm of fashion the twi'lek likes anything that's not hot or filled with vermin. Style, design or price means very little to him except if it also applies to durability and practicality. IF give a choice in the matter Reess will always gravitate to plain shirts, pants and boots, not caring how boring this outfit might look. It's worth mentioning though that he also tends to sport a simple utility belt and a threadbare tan poncho. Oh, and a combination of living in abject poverty and the ass end of nowhere has forced him to utilize a large pair of glasses as reading aids up close.
Personality:
Reess is a very grounded young man with down-home morals and ideas about how the galaxy should be. He doesn't bother to delve into the finer points of politics, philosophy, psychology or any other big 'P' words that folks like to throw out there. Overall the Twi'lek only likes to keep up with his own daily trudge towards the grave, not caring in the slightest about things that can't immediately kill, rob or maim him. This is not to say that he doesn't care about his fellow beings, there is just a subtle emotional disconnect that prevents him from establishing a strong bond with almost anyone. He wouldn't go out of his way to hurt or mistreat anyone, but he wouldn't ever risk his skin to save them from such a fate. It's nothing personal, Reess just values his life more than theirs. Not one to be a hypocrite, he fully expects the same treatment from everyone around him, so grudges are nearly nonexistent with him.
The young man's only reprieve from self-inflicted ignorance of the outside work in a desire to want to know more about technology, or more accurately how to take it apart. Junking goes beyond a hobby or a means of survival for Reess, it borders on an obsession. Wasting in general makes him grind his teeth, but letting perfectly good materials or machines go to waste is nearly unforgivable. Keeping them in their original state or restoring an object in particular isn't so important as just finding some use for it, be it battle droids turned into bird feeders or crashed fighters into flower beds. A lack of formal schooling of any kind diminishes Reess' lexicon of technical terms and jargon, yet is usually polite enough to point at any "shiny thingy" and "Whatchamacallit" he needs.
This lack of education is also the source of his "colorful" brand of basic, littered with rural idioms and slang on top of a thick accent. The Twi'lek can't speak any other languages and sadly can't even understand twi'leki in its written form. Truthfully, Reess' own cultural heritage is a subject he has neglected probably the worse of all. He knows nothing of his people on either side of his family, other than the Miki Boska have a lot of food, but easily dismisses this information as unimportant at best, and pointless at worst. However, visiting Ryloth sometime in the future has been on his to-do list for quite some time, just below leaving Soccoro and losing his virginity.
A life of crippling poverty has obviously had an effect on Reess' choice of food and drink, especially given the arid environment of his home world. Being picky is not a luxury he could ever afford, but of all the stuff he's ever been lucky enough to eat his favorite is hands down stewed nerf MREs, with his personally made grain alcohol to help wash it down. The least appetizing thing he's ever eaten is a toss up between a human forearm and a particularly large beetle he found crawling on his wall this one time.
History:
Miscellaneous Crap: