Post by The Conman on Nov 12, 2014 20:29:32 GMT -5
Name: Enarin’Oaknadaa
Species: Twi’lek
Faction: Miki Boska
Rank: Junior Technician
Age: 18
Height: 6’0
Weight: 160
Appearance:
Enarin is a spitting image of Donnie physically. He’s built like her ( except he’s..y’know, male), facially looks like her, and has some of her mannerisms ( plays with the tip of one of his lekku when nervous). He’s a dark rust colour with red tattoos, and Green UV ( his obstacle is that he doesn’t want to be there and feels irrelevant ).
Currently, Enarin’s not super heavily built, he does keep up his fitness, and goes to the gym, but just like Donnie, he’s a late bloomer and is still scrawny for his height. Coming in at 160 lbs of nearly all muscle, he looks like an underfed slave, except with too much muscle definition. He’s 6’0, and will end up being 6’2 by the time he’s fully grown, the man’s father being somewhat shorter than his mother. Enarin’s lekku are also disturbingly short for a Boska of his age, only just passing his shoulders. The Doctors say it’s normal, and that a Twi’lek’s lekku can grow well into their 20’s. On his Lekku, there are bands about 5cm wide and 5cm apart that are a few shades darker than his natural skintone, shaped like chevrons, with the points towards the tips of his lekku. ( Identical to Donnie’s ).
He typically is found wearing either a blue jumpsuit for working in the engineering sections/on ships, to keep oil and grime off his clothing, when at work. If he’s not, it’s typically some kind of band shirt with a pair of loose fitting ( everything is ) cargo pants. Enarin’s nearly always seen with a pair of headphones on when he’s off duty, plugged into a music player (SPACE IPOD !).
Languages: Boska Huttese, Basic ( Fluent, because of Var’s insistence on him knowing it. Speaks it with a similar accent to Var.)
Personality:
Enarin is one of the most “live and let live” people you’ll ever meet. Upon hearing something crazy, he’s oft heard replying with “People juggle geese.”. By and large, he’s pretty easygoing, basically, preferring to avoid confrontation by either joking about something or just shrugging.
Now that’s not to say he’s a man without convictions, it’s just that to get him to bother with giving a damn typically requires something to either directly affect him in a serious way or actually interest him enough. Typically, then, he just agrees or acquiesces, being uniquely capable of separating the things in his life he actually can control from those he can’t. More importantly, he can legitimately not worry about the things he can’t control.
It’s this ability to actually, really, embody “Meh.” that tends to make people think he’s a bit aloof or arrogant, if not at least detached. The reasoning for this is mainly because he’s grown up in the Boska, during a time that could, nicely, be called Chaotic. As such, he’s realized that to keep his sanity he shouldn’t sweat the small stuff. Because of this his thoughts are typically occupied on weather or not he’s going to have potatoes with Dinner, and the merits of left handed vs right handed masturbation.
Enarin’s view on women is somewhat confused. He’s a bit young, at only 17, to really “know” what he wants. Having grown up with two very strong Women in his life, his parents, it’s already pretty obvious that he’s comfortable with a strong woman. However, they are far more common in the Boska than elsewhere, so it’s probably accurate to assume that Enarin’s interests are more with “what’s between their lekku” than “what’s on their chest”.
As far as his relationship with family goes, he’s got a good relationship with his sister Niri. He prefers to be close with Var, as he appreciates her more logical approach to things, as well as her far more sound advice. That being said, he does have a good relationship with Donnie, typically going to her when he needs support rather than guidance, that being more her “thing”. He tries to avoid talking about anything to do with relationships with either of them, Var expecting him to tell her EVERYTHING, and Donnie mainly concerned with him not having a woman yet.
An important thing to remember with Enarin is that even though he grew up with Donnie and Var as active parents in his life, things with Donnie happen that tend to make no sense. She means well, but sometimes things backfire. As such, he’s basically learned that with his family, shit’s going to happen and there’s nothing he can do about it. From his crazy, senile, great grandmother, to Enarin’s overachieving sister who lit the couch on fire, chaos seems to follow the family around like some kind of hilarious curse. His stance is to just accept it and roll with the punches.
History:
Born on the 15th of Helona, Enarin is one of the many Boska born during the noticeable uptick 9 months after the Grancha Hasa. He was Donnie’s “oops” baby at the age of 18, conceived during a night of wild drunken partying during said ‘Hasa. Nobody has even the slightest idea who his father is. This, however, wasn’t really a big deal. Enarin was born into a loving family, his Grandparents ( Alask and Alema, Donnie’s parents ) helping their still very young Daughter raise him.
Enarin’s first years, until he was about 5 or so, were spent with his grandparents 75% of the time. Donnie being a fighter pilot, and the “situation” with the boska ( it being the clone wars ), she was needed on the front lines. Being raised by a pair of older parents, them being in their late 30’s when he was born, meant that his upbringing was far more relaxed than was normal for a Boska. He didn’t spend time in a combat simulator, or flight training, but with Donnie’s father, Alask, learning how to fix a blaster, or repair a ship. When he asked how something worked, his Grandparents would tell him to go find out, then show him where to find the information.
Due to this, and Enarin’s need to ask “why” whenever he could, by the time the little guy was 4, he could read. Not well, but still better than anybody within 3 years of his age. His grandmother, Alema, would help him figure out words, typically. It was because of this voracious appetite for knowing things, that Enarin was to become a bit of a challenge for the Boska to educate.
Around his 6th birthday, The Clone Wars had ended, Donnie had met Var and the pair were able to be around more often. This was jarring to the boy, who’d spent most of his time with and older and calmer pair of grandparents. He went from quiet time or helping grandpa fix a blaster to Donnie trying to get him to play with a ball. Needless to say, it took some time for everybody to adjust to the new family dynamic. Enarin had to get used to Donnie’s more “hands on” approach. It wasn’t uncommon for his Mother to try to get him to play with something, only to wind up playing with it herself ( ie, building blocks ), while he read the instructions on the box.
Contrasting this was Var, initially a bit averse to becoming heavily involved in Enarin’s upbringing. That all changed when she found out she was expecting. Realizing she was about to become a parent herself, Var took on a more active role in his upbringing. Her influence was more rational and cerebral than Donnie’s, finding things to do with the boy that actually held his interest, typically simple games involving numbers and cards. It was shortly after his “sister”, Niri, was born, that Var started teaching Enarin Basic.
The next few years of Enarin’s life were a blur, he attended school ( such as it was ) like any other Boska, fought with his sister, got in trouble, but was generally a good kid. It was becoming obvious that he was a good deal smarter than the other’s in his age group, and his aptitude for fixing things was apparent. Typically, this would be noted, and he'd've been sent to the appropriate program later on in life.
Things with the Empire involved, aren’t ever typical, though.
The incident at Abregado-Rae rocked the now 10 year old boy to his core. His grandparents, who he’d always been very close with, had been killed in the crossfire. The 10 year old simply didn’t know how to handle it and, basically, shut down. He stopped talking, eating, interacting with people. The boy just stopped giving a damn. The only thing he did, to take his mind off how unfair, to his mind, things were, was read. Read and work on ships in the hangar bay, with some of the deck crew.
The only reason he’d been there was because Donnie couldn’t send him to school...that ship hadn’t made it and she needed to keep an eye on the hurting kid. So she took him to work with her. Not 10 minutes in, he was gone, one of the deck crew having recognized who he was and taken him with to go fix a damaged fighter. The man, and older Boska in his late 50’s, told Donnie later on that day that the only way some people deal with loss is to work it out...literally.
So it continued, Donnie brought Enarin to work, and he basically apprenticed under a variety of people in the myriad of deck crews who fixed the freighters, fighters, bombers, interceptors, fridges, and kitchen sinks of the fleet. While the fleet was rebuilding, Enarin was glad to be working himself to the bone, able to put his hurt behind him and move on, building his confidence and making a name for himself as a reliable, skilled, if young, worker. The now teenager always found time to do research on the ships he was working on, their concepts of operation, and what the parts did and how they interacted. His logical mind latched onto his technical work like a mynock to a power line, he was hooked.
Enarin, partially, loved his work, a natural problem solver, fixing something gave him a feeling of accomplishment, like he was moving forward, away from the painful incident and memories of Abregado-Rae. It was this drive to feel like he was accomplishing something that made him work as hard as he did to get better at his job. In his mind ( he thought, perhaps naively…) the only way to actually diagnose and fix a ship’s problems was to know how all of it worked. Tip to tail. While some would say that was impossible, there was too much and it was too complicated, he’d reply with his famous crooked smile and say “How hard can it be, after all, you’re here.”.
The now Teenager also learned how to take advantage of his species famous editec memory. The Twi’lek memory is far better than most other species. Where for humans it’s easier to memorize a mnemonic, or some kind of jingle, it’s actually simpler for a Twi’lek to just memorize the data. This is something Enarin did alarmingly well, able to recall obscure technical data about ships they were working on to make the repairs go more quickly and smoothly. From remembering that the computers in a YT-1300 have two sets of signal conditioning equipment and can be switched between the two ( saving them having to tear out the entire fly by wire system, a 20-30 hour job ), to dirty limericks he heard pilots saying, his ability to regurgitate info reliably was a useful talent.
As this continued, Donnie wasn’t overly thrilled he was becoming a technician rather than a pilot. She wanted Enarin to follow ( to an extent…) in her footsteps, and become a Pilot. Specifically, a Fighter Pilot. Around the time he was 15, Donnie started taking him out for “lessons” in a disused cloakshape fighter they had sitting around. The Teenager wasn’t overly thrilled. Enarin had a routine, a life he was used to and had made some friends on the Carrier he worked on. To his mind, there wasn’t anything wrong with becoming a tech.
Donnie didn’t care, and pulled him into a flight suit, then the fighter, regardless of his thoughts on the topic. Needless to say, Enarin wasn’t a natural pilot. At all. He had no sense of direction, got lost constantly, bumped the ship’s wings off of everything he could bump them off of. His depth perception sucked and he had pretty much no concept of scale, being utterly unable to judge distance. None of this was helped by Donnie’s constant berating, to watch this or stay away from that. Out of the cockpit, she was a good mother, in it, the Devil’s backseat driver.
This went on for about two months, until they had a fight and Var got involved, banning the two from being in a ship’s cockpit together ever again. The upshot was that Var took on the responsibility of training Enarin how to fly. Helping him polish up his skills so he’d be useful in the event of emergency, and found him to be a decent pilot. In the absence of Donnie’s browbeating, he was fine. It was during one of these training flights that the pair had a malfunction, the ship losing gravity. It became apparent that Enarin was uniquely gifted in zero-G. He was a natural, moving around like it wasn’t any different than walking.
The teenager deftly fixed the ship, and the two were on their merry. Var telling Donnie that her kid was actually useful, as a Zero-G mech. Zero-G mechs worked, typically, in EVA suits outside of the ships, repairing damaged sections not accessible from within the vessel. Not everybody could do it, spending 12-14 hours a day in a space suit isn’t easy, for one. Moving around in Zero-G is also non-intuitive. Unless you were Enarin. Armed with this Knowledge, Donnie got him into a training program for the mechs, Enarin excelling and being deployed within a few months.
SInce then, Enarin has been, most of the time, floating around outside of the myraid of ships in the fleet, fixing, painting, welding, jury rigging or otherwise their systems to make them keep on working. His technical knowledge coupled with his deft movement and efficiency have quickly made him a hot commodity in the fleet for Captains trying to get work done.
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Species: Twi’lek
Faction: Miki Boska
Rank: Junior Technician
Age: 18
Height: 6’0
Weight: 160
Appearance:
Enarin is a spitting image of Donnie physically. He’s built like her ( except he’s..y’know, male), facially looks like her, and has some of her mannerisms ( plays with the tip of one of his lekku when nervous). He’s a dark rust colour with red tattoos, and Green UV ( his obstacle is that he doesn’t want to be there and feels irrelevant ).
Currently, Enarin’s not super heavily built, he does keep up his fitness, and goes to the gym, but just like Donnie, he’s a late bloomer and is still scrawny for his height. Coming in at 160 lbs of nearly all muscle, he looks like an underfed slave, except with too much muscle definition. He’s 6’0, and will end up being 6’2 by the time he’s fully grown, the man’s father being somewhat shorter than his mother. Enarin’s lekku are also disturbingly short for a Boska of his age, only just passing his shoulders. The Doctors say it’s normal, and that a Twi’lek’s lekku can grow well into their 20’s. On his Lekku, there are bands about 5cm wide and 5cm apart that are a few shades darker than his natural skintone, shaped like chevrons, with the points towards the tips of his lekku. ( Identical to Donnie’s ).
He typically is found wearing either a blue jumpsuit for working in the engineering sections/on ships, to keep oil and grime off his clothing, when at work. If he’s not, it’s typically some kind of band shirt with a pair of loose fitting ( everything is ) cargo pants. Enarin’s nearly always seen with a pair of headphones on when he’s off duty, plugged into a music player (SPACE IPOD !).
Languages: Boska Huttese, Basic ( Fluent, because of Var’s insistence on him knowing it. Speaks it with a similar accent to Var.)
Personality:
Enarin is one of the most “live and let live” people you’ll ever meet. Upon hearing something crazy, he’s oft heard replying with “People juggle geese.”. By and large, he’s pretty easygoing, basically, preferring to avoid confrontation by either joking about something or just shrugging.
Now that’s not to say he’s a man without convictions, it’s just that to get him to bother with giving a damn typically requires something to either directly affect him in a serious way or actually interest him enough. Typically, then, he just agrees or acquiesces, being uniquely capable of separating the things in his life he actually can control from those he can’t. More importantly, he can legitimately not worry about the things he can’t control.
It’s this ability to actually, really, embody “Meh.” that tends to make people think he’s a bit aloof or arrogant, if not at least detached. The reasoning for this is mainly because he’s grown up in the Boska, during a time that could, nicely, be called Chaotic. As such, he’s realized that to keep his sanity he shouldn’t sweat the small stuff. Because of this his thoughts are typically occupied on weather or not he’s going to have potatoes with Dinner, and the merits of left handed vs right handed masturbation.
Enarin’s view on women is somewhat confused. He’s a bit young, at only 17, to really “know” what he wants. Having grown up with two very strong Women in his life, his parents, it’s already pretty obvious that he’s comfortable with a strong woman. However, they are far more common in the Boska than elsewhere, so it’s probably accurate to assume that Enarin’s interests are more with “what’s between their lekku” than “what’s on their chest”.
As far as his relationship with family goes, he’s got a good relationship with his sister Niri. He prefers to be close with Var, as he appreciates her more logical approach to things, as well as her far more sound advice. That being said, he does have a good relationship with Donnie, typically going to her when he needs support rather than guidance, that being more her “thing”. He tries to avoid talking about anything to do with relationships with either of them, Var expecting him to tell her EVERYTHING, and Donnie mainly concerned with him not having a woman yet.
An important thing to remember with Enarin is that even though he grew up with Donnie and Var as active parents in his life, things with Donnie happen that tend to make no sense. She means well, but sometimes things backfire. As such, he’s basically learned that with his family, shit’s going to happen and there’s nothing he can do about it. From his crazy, senile, great grandmother, to Enarin’s overachieving sister who lit the couch on fire, chaos seems to follow the family around like some kind of hilarious curse. His stance is to just accept it and roll with the punches.
History:
Born on the 15th of Helona, Enarin is one of the many Boska born during the noticeable uptick 9 months after the Grancha Hasa. He was Donnie’s “oops” baby at the age of 18, conceived during a night of wild drunken partying during said ‘Hasa. Nobody has even the slightest idea who his father is. This, however, wasn’t really a big deal. Enarin was born into a loving family, his Grandparents ( Alask and Alema, Donnie’s parents ) helping their still very young Daughter raise him.
Enarin’s first years, until he was about 5 or so, were spent with his grandparents 75% of the time. Donnie being a fighter pilot, and the “situation” with the boska ( it being the clone wars ), she was needed on the front lines. Being raised by a pair of older parents, them being in their late 30’s when he was born, meant that his upbringing was far more relaxed than was normal for a Boska. He didn’t spend time in a combat simulator, or flight training, but with Donnie’s father, Alask, learning how to fix a blaster, or repair a ship. When he asked how something worked, his Grandparents would tell him to go find out, then show him where to find the information.
Due to this, and Enarin’s need to ask “why” whenever he could, by the time the little guy was 4, he could read. Not well, but still better than anybody within 3 years of his age. His grandmother, Alema, would help him figure out words, typically. It was because of this voracious appetite for knowing things, that Enarin was to become a bit of a challenge for the Boska to educate.
Around his 6th birthday, The Clone Wars had ended, Donnie had met Var and the pair were able to be around more often. This was jarring to the boy, who’d spent most of his time with and older and calmer pair of grandparents. He went from quiet time or helping grandpa fix a blaster to Donnie trying to get him to play with a ball. Needless to say, it took some time for everybody to adjust to the new family dynamic. Enarin had to get used to Donnie’s more “hands on” approach. It wasn’t uncommon for his Mother to try to get him to play with something, only to wind up playing with it herself ( ie, building blocks ), while he read the instructions on the box.
Contrasting this was Var, initially a bit averse to becoming heavily involved in Enarin’s upbringing. That all changed when she found out she was expecting. Realizing she was about to become a parent herself, Var took on a more active role in his upbringing. Her influence was more rational and cerebral than Donnie’s, finding things to do with the boy that actually held his interest, typically simple games involving numbers and cards. It was shortly after his “sister”, Niri, was born, that Var started teaching Enarin Basic.
The next few years of Enarin’s life were a blur, he attended school ( such as it was ) like any other Boska, fought with his sister, got in trouble, but was generally a good kid. It was becoming obvious that he was a good deal smarter than the other’s in his age group, and his aptitude for fixing things was apparent. Typically, this would be noted, and he'd've been sent to the appropriate program later on in life.
Things with the Empire involved, aren’t ever typical, though.
The incident at Abregado-Rae rocked the now 10 year old boy to his core. His grandparents, who he’d always been very close with, had been killed in the crossfire. The 10 year old simply didn’t know how to handle it and, basically, shut down. He stopped talking, eating, interacting with people. The boy just stopped giving a damn. The only thing he did, to take his mind off how unfair, to his mind, things were, was read. Read and work on ships in the hangar bay, with some of the deck crew.
The only reason he’d been there was because Donnie couldn’t send him to school...that ship hadn’t made it and she needed to keep an eye on the hurting kid. So she took him to work with her. Not 10 minutes in, he was gone, one of the deck crew having recognized who he was and taken him with to go fix a damaged fighter. The man, and older Boska in his late 50’s, told Donnie later on that day that the only way some people deal with loss is to work it out...literally.
So it continued, Donnie brought Enarin to work, and he basically apprenticed under a variety of people in the myriad of deck crews who fixed the freighters, fighters, bombers, interceptors, fridges, and kitchen sinks of the fleet. While the fleet was rebuilding, Enarin was glad to be working himself to the bone, able to put his hurt behind him and move on, building his confidence and making a name for himself as a reliable, skilled, if young, worker. The now teenager always found time to do research on the ships he was working on, their concepts of operation, and what the parts did and how they interacted. His logical mind latched onto his technical work like a mynock to a power line, he was hooked.
Enarin, partially, loved his work, a natural problem solver, fixing something gave him a feeling of accomplishment, like he was moving forward, away from the painful incident and memories of Abregado-Rae. It was this drive to feel like he was accomplishing something that made him work as hard as he did to get better at his job. In his mind ( he thought, perhaps naively…) the only way to actually diagnose and fix a ship’s problems was to know how all of it worked. Tip to tail. While some would say that was impossible, there was too much and it was too complicated, he’d reply with his famous crooked smile and say “How hard can it be, after all, you’re here.”.
The now Teenager also learned how to take advantage of his species famous editec memory. The Twi’lek memory is far better than most other species. Where for humans it’s easier to memorize a mnemonic, or some kind of jingle, it’s actually simpler for a Twi’lek to just memorize the data. This is something Enarin did alarmingly well, able to recall obscure technical data about ships they were working on to make the repairs go more quickly and smoothly. From remembering that the computers in a YT-1300 have two sets of signal conditioning equipment and can be switched between the two ( saving them having to tear out the entire fly by wire system, a 20-30 hour job ), to dirty limericks he heard pilots saying, his ability to regurgitate info reliably was a useful talent.
As this continued, Donnie wasn’t overly thrilled he was becoming a technician rather than a pilot. She wanted Enarin to follow ( to an extent…) in her footsteps, and become a Pilot. Specifically, a Fighter Pilot. Around the time he was 15, Donnie started taking him out for “lessons” in a disused cloakshape fighter they had sitting around. The Teenager wasn’t overly thrilled. Enarin had a routine, a life he was used to and had made some friends on the Carrier he worked on. To his mind, there wasn’t anything wrong with becoming a tech.
Donnie didn’t care, and pulled him into a flight suit, then the fighter, regardless of his thoughts on the topic. Needless to say, Enarin wasn’t a natural pilot. At all. He had no sense of direction, got lost constantly, bumped the ship’s wings off of everything he could bump them off of. His depth perception sucked and he had pretty much no concept of scale, being utterly unable to judge distance. None of this was helped by Donnie’s constant berating, to watch this or stay away from that. Out of the cockpit, she was a good mother, in it, the Devil’s backseat driver.
This went on for about two months, until they had a fight and Var got involved, banning the two from being in a ship’s cockpit together ever again. The upshot was that Var took on the responsibility of training Enarin how to fly. Helping him polish up his skills so he’d be useful in the event of emergency, and found him to be a decent pilot. In the absence of Donnie’s browbeating, he was fine. It was during one of these training flights that the pair had a malfunction, the ship losing gravity. It became apparent that Enarin was uniquely gifted in zero-G. He was a natural, moving around like it wasn’t any different than walking.
The teenager deftly fixed the ship, and the two were on their merry. Var telling Donnie that her kid was actually useful, as a Zero-G mech. Zero-G mechs worked, typically, in EVA suits outside of the ships, repairing damaged sections not accessible from within the vessel. Not everybody could do it, spending 12-14 hours a day in a space suit isn’t easy, for one. Moving around in Zero-G is also non-intuitive. Unless you were Enarin. Armed with this Knowledge, Donnie got him into a training program for the mechs, Enarin excelling and being deployed within a few months.
SInce then, Enarin has been, most of the time, floating around outside of the myraid of ships in the fleet, fixing, painting, welding, jury rigging or otherwise their systems to make them keep on working. His technical knowledge coupled with his deft movement and efficiency have quickly made him a hot commodity in the fleet for Captains trying to get work done.
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