Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Nov 7, 2015 22:32:41 GMT -5
Name: Raasha Ka
Species: Togruta
Faction: Civilian
Rank: Have Blaster Will Travel
Age: 27
Height: 1.8 m (measured at forehead)
Weight: 58 kilos
Image:
Appearance: Raasha Ka is something of an unusual sight. She stands very tall, with the legs one would expect of a gazelle or some other graceful and fast being. She can run all day and not seem particularly tired, she can carry heavy objects, and somehow she never seems like the laws of nature should allow her to do so. Her body is lean, but with distinctly feminine curvature, and is a uniform deep red. It is a color just on the reddish side of 'wine,' and at night it seems darker still. In a dark room, she can almost disappear save for the white of her markings and her headtails.
She has ice blue eyes that pop dramatically out of her dark skin, and always seem attentive and quietly intelligent. Her face overall is long and slightly narrow, with most of her structure coming from her cheekbones. She has full lips, behind which lie wickedly sharp fangs. Overall one look at her results in the distinct impression she's not remotely from 'normal' areas. It's a correct impression luckily.
Normally Raasha can be found in a homespun tunic of natural fibers, it's a plain white color, with yellow and black detailing. It was made by her tribe, and tends to be appropriately cool and appropriately warm for most ordinary weather patterns. It fells to her mid-thighs. Rising to about the same height are a pair of grey leather boots, with supple soles. In the event of cold, she can pull on a pair of pants under the tunic. Under normal circumstances, she also has a leather vest outside the tunic, used for containing things like knives, line for fishing, hooks, flint, etc. In the event of great cold, she has a fur garment to wear over it.
Personality: Raasha Ka is introverted. Not excessively. Not to the point she shuns others and hides in books. But the fact remains she enjoys peaceful quiet, she enjoys long walks in the company of herself. She also enjoys sitting with others, sharing meals, sharing music. She walks easily in both circles. Indeed she can walk into almost any social group, and be pleasantly there. Her quirk is disappearing often, and quietly.
She doesn't talk overly. Particularly on long drives she tends to be the sort who offers monosyllabic replies to queries, in order to have a decent conversation with her it's advisable to draw her into a conversation. Socially in general, she's much like starting a fire with two sticks. A spark has to be carefully nurtured, but if done well she can crackle into excellent conversations.
Whenever possible, Raasha likes to plan. If it isn't an emergency or a crisis, her mantra is "Let's brew tea, and talk about this." She likes planning, which is definitely the product of an immensely patient mind. She has no problem with delaying her gratification for quite some time, because hunting is a skill for the patient. She has no problems subordinating immediate desires for the needs of the plan. Yet she also knows there's a time for planning, and a time for immediate action.
Raasha is the sort of woman who has a tendency to be enigmatic, not because she really is enigmatic, but because most of her thought process is internal. She doesn't talk unless she has something to say, and she doesn't broadcast everything, including approval or dispproval.
Intelligence is not easy to quantify when it comes to Raasha Ka. She has had no real education. She is fluent in her spoken language, and almost fluent in Basic, but she is illiterate. She only knows a few distinct words by sight, but she's scarcely stupid. She can reason, and plan, and navigate well. So from these standpoints she's really quite bright, just not if you need a five page essay written by tomorrow. Or at all really.
History:
Cover City is the preferred Imperial port, with traits more amenable to the foreigners. Corvala, the capital, is an organic-looking city of terraces, red stone and mud construction, and growing things everywhere. Cover City has prefabricated shelters, rusted steel, hasty mud shelters, and wooden lean-to buildings. There's a fair number of nicer areas near the Imperial Garrison, but the city's real asset is a view. The turu-grass savanna is dotted with rivers, most seasonal, and stretches all the way to rolling hills spottily covered in trees, and peering up from far behind them are massive white-capped mountains. Not stretching overly far in width, but merely a small cluster.
Up by those mountains lies a very different stretch of Shili. Rising up from a scarcely-navigable badlands, indeed more a maze with river-filled canyons, are true mountain foothills. They grow into forest, which rises into rocky snow-capped peaks. And in the center of all these peaks lies a valley, volcanic in nature, with hot springs and game aplenty.
Raasha Ka was born in those foothills. Her family lived in a shelter constructed of logs, built around a shallow cave. A hearth had been painstakingly carved into the solid red rock of the cave section, there was a large series of pelts around it. Areas devoted to craft, to food storage. It had been in her family for countless generations, passed down inside the tribe. There were paintings, drawings, etched into the stone, all telling stories.
Raasha was the middle child. Her parents Adri and Dar were a hunter and a smith respectively. Unlike many of the plains tribes, they did smith tools. They did tool leather into garments like boots, because when winter set in it made for cold snow underfoot, and even when summer came, the water was glacial, and cold to step through, and the gulleys filled with sharp thorns.
The eldest daughter was Alasri, who was earmarked with senior status in their small tribe as future wise-woman. She would learn healing skills with her grandmother endlessly, and was scarcely around, instead far too often wandering about alone on some spiritual endeavor. Below Alasri was Voro, who tended towards his father's interest in metal. They would hammer away at metal endlessly, tirelessly, and as such Raasha's interest swayed more to her mother's field.
Adri was a skilled hunter. She taught her middle daughter how to construct spears and bows, to track game, to listen, to move unseen. To an extent, all Togruta were hunters. But among them, some were better, some carried the tribe in the bleak seasons when food was scarce. It was this role that Raasha learned. Her younger brothers Pel and Ful, were both enthralled by building things, by crafts. It was Raasha's determination to get them bones, pelts, wood burl. What they wanted to craft, she would obtain.
From even her earliest age a few things were clear about Raasha. She was the type to explore, disappearing for hours to days at a time with no announcements or fanfare. Her departures and returns were usually silent, sometimes almost unnoticed. Second, she had an inborn attraction to extreme weather. When the stormclouds rolled in over the badlands, she could be found sitting on the edge of the canyons, watching the lightning strikes and sitting in the pelting rain. When blizzards hit the mountains, she would wander about through the falling snow, coming back shivering and sitting before the fire.
Time didn't really have the same meaning for their tribe that it did for people offworld. A thousand years or ten were much the same. They went by seasons, with their own mundane concerns, but when word drifted to them the Republic had been fallen, they were deeply troubled. Family lore held that one of their founding Matriarchs had been a Jedi Master, and they had all been widely taught to esteem Jedi and the Light side.
They were reached out to shortly after the news. It was a teenage girl, Togruta too, only a little older than Raasha was, who was an escaped Jedi Padawan. Others would come, she said, and begged them to help. The Tribe collectively agreed. Some of them climbed up through the mountain pass in the summer, building shelters in the remote mountain valley above them, kept warm by the volcanic springs even in the dead of winter. Others shouldered the challenges elsewhere.
Adri took Raasha, and the pair traveled, first by foot and then by speeder, to Cover City. There, with funds obtained by others in the cause, they set up a hunting-guide business. It was a standard sort of endeavor, not the only on Shili, but one of very few. It attracted enough business to justify their occasional trips with escaped Jedi in tow. It also was a chance to hone skills. For Raasha, the biggest skill was Basic. Her mother scarcely could speak it, and was reluctant to do more with her thick accent. So Raasha filled the void, and began to learn perfectly passable Basic. It was, however, incredibly thick with her Togruti accent.
She grew older, more mature, more skilled, and over the same time the number of their fugitive Jedi clients dwindled. More and more the enterprise they'd set out as a cover became actual legitimacy. It was used to fund things for the Tribe. There were comforts to be had, from better cloth to tools. More and more their lifestyle was affected, adding in new bits of technology they simply hadn't bothered to use before.
And of course the highlight was other species. Humans in particular were at first slightly disturbing to Raasha, but quickly she became strangely fascinated. Their pinkish and brownish skin, their strange hair, and above all their attitudes. The humans were insane. Every single one of them wanted to hunt an akul, or one of the other large and dangerous predators. In her tribe the mere presence of an akul kept the tribe inside, moving in groups of three to fetch water or food, and constantly on alert until it left. Humans wanted to seek them out. It wasn't hard of course to find them.
Raasha also took to changing her normal habits. She had been brought up to hunt with the bow, and with the spear. However pitted against more dangerous game, she obtained a blaster rifle, learning to use it with surprising finesse. For someone with no interest in technology at all, she was very good with it.
Adri returned to the village, leaving Raasha in Cover City with the speeder. It was an Aratech Arrow 23, stripped down to little more than the workings, a roll cage, and a windscreen. With bags and cans and sacks strapped to every centimeter of it, it was well-equipped to go anywhere.
Of course, the problem was that the flow of people trickled smaller and smaller, and the number of humans dwindled. The Empire's xenophobia was taking a toll, few wanted to go to the Togruta homeworld. Fewer still wanted to hire a native guide. And the worst insult was how few aliens could afford it. Selling pelts and what not only offset costs so much. Sooner or later, something would have to give.
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Species: Togruta
Faction: Civilian
Rank: Have Blaster Will Travel
Age: 27
Height: 1.8 m (measured at forehead)
Weight: 58 kilos
Image:
Appearance: Raasha Ka is something of an unusual sight. She stands very tall, with the legs one would expect of a gazelle or some other graceful and fast being. She can run all day and not seem particularly tired, she can carry heavy objects, and somehow she never seems like the laws of nature should allow her to do so. Her body is lean, but with distinctly feminine curvature, and is a uniform deep red. It is a color just on the reddish side of 'wine,' and at night it seems darker still. In a dark room, she can almost disappear save for the white of her markings and her headtails.
She has ice blue eyes that pop dramatically out of her dark skin, and always seem attentive and quietly intelligent. Her face overall is long and slightly narrow, with most of her structure coming from her cheekbones. She has full lips, behind which lie wickedly sharp fangs. Overall one look at her results in the distinct impression she's not remotely from 'normal' areas. It's a correct impression luckily.
Normally Raasha can be found in a homespun tunic of natural fibers, it's a plain white color, with yellow and black detailing. It was made by her tribe, and tends to be appropriately cool and appropriately warm for most ordinary weather patterns. It fells to her mid-thighs. Rising to about the same height are a pair of grey leather boots, with supple soles. In the event of cold, she can pull on a pair of pants under the tunic. Under normal circumstances, she also has a leather vest outside the tunic, used for containing things like knives, line for fishing, hooks, flint, etc. In the event of great cold, she has a fur garment to wear over it.
Personality: Raasha Ka is introverted. Not excessively. Not to the point she shuns others and hides in books. But the fact remains she enjoys peaceful quiet, she enjoys long walks in the company of herself. She also enjoys sitting with others, sharing meals, sharing music. She walks easily in both circles. Indeed she can walk into almost any social group, and be pleasantly there. Her quirk is disappearing often, and quietly.
She doesn't talk overly. Particularly on long drives she tends to be the sort who offers monosyllabic replies to queries, in order to have a decent conversation with her it's advisable to draw her into a conversation. Socially in general, she's much like starting a fire with two sticks. A spark has to be carefully nurtured, but if done well she can crackle into excellent conversations.
Whenever possible, Raasha likes to plan. If it isn't an emergency or a crisis, her mantra is "Let's brew tea, and talk about this." She likes planning, which is definitely the product of an immensely patient mind. She has no problem with delaying her gratification for quite some time, because hunting is a skill for the patient. She has no problems subordinating immediate desires for the needs of the plan. Yet she also knows there's a time for planning, and a time for immediate action.
Raasha is the sort of woman who has a tendency to be enigmatic, not because she really is enigmatic, but because most of her thought process is internal. She doesn't talk unless she has something to say, and she doesn't broadcast everything, including approval or dispproval.
Intelligence is not easy to quantify when it comes to Raasha Ka. She has had no real education. She is fluent in her spoken language, and almost fluent in Basic, but she is illiterate. She only knows a few distinct words by sight, but she's scarcely stupid. She can reason, and plan, and navigate well. So from these standpoints she's really quite bright, just not if you need a five page essay written by tomorrow. Or at all really.
History:
Cover City is the preferred Imperial port, with traits more amenable to the foreigners. Corvala, the capital, is an organic-looking city of terraces, red stone and mud construction, and growing things everywhere. Cover City has prefabricated shelters, rusted steel, hasty mud shelters, and wooden lean-to buildings. There's a fair number of nicer areas near the Imperial Garrison, but the city's real asset is a view. The turu-grass savanna is dotted with rivers, most seasonal, and stretches all the way to rolling hills spottily covered in trees, and peering up from far behind them are massive white-capped mountains. Not stretching overly far in width, but merely a small cluster.
Up by those mountains lies a very different stretch of Shili. Rising up from a scarcely-navigable badlands, indeed more a maze with river-filled canyons, are true mountain foothills. They grow into forest, which rises into rocky snow-capped peaks. And in the center of all these peaks lies a valley, volcanic in nature, with hot springs and game aplenty.
Raasha Ka was born in those foothills. Her family lived in a shelter constructed of logs, built around a shallow cave. A hearth had been painstakingly carved into the solid red rock of the cave section, there was a large series of pelts around it. Areas devoted to craft, to food storage. It had been in her family for countless generations, passed down inside the tribe. There were paintings, drawings, etched into the stone, all telling stories.
Raasha was the middle child. Her parents Adri and Dar were a hunter and a smith respectively. Unlike many of the plains tribes, they did smith tools. They did tool leather into garments like boots, because when winter set in it made for cold snow underfoot, and even when summer came, the water was glacial, and cold to step through, and the gulleys filled with sharp thorns.
The eldest daughter was Alasri, who was earmarked with senior status in their small tribe as future wise-woman. She would learn healing skills with her grandmother endlessly, and was scarcely around, instead far too often wandering about alone on some spiritual endeavor. Below Alasri was Voro, who tended towards his father's interest in metal. They would hammer away at metal endlessly, tirelessly, and as such Raasha's interest swayed more to her mother's field.
Adri was a skilled hunter. She taught her middle daughter how to construct spears and bows, to track game, to listen, to move unseen. To an extent, all Togruta were hunters. But among them, some were better, some carried the tribe in the bleak seasons when food was scarce. It was this role that Raasha learned. Her younger brothers Pel and Ful, were both enthralled by building things, by crafts. It was Raasha's determination to get them bones, pelts, wood burl. What they wanted to craft, she would obtain.
From even her earliest age a few things were clear about Raasha. She was the type to explore, disappearing for hours to days at a time with no announcements or fanfare. Her departures and returns were usually silent, sometimes almost unnoticed. Second, she had an inborn attraction to extreme weather. When the stormclouds rolled in over the badlands, she could be found sitting on the edge of the canyons, watching the lightning strikes and sitting in the pelting rain. When blizzards hit the mountains, she would wander about through the falling snow, coming back shivering and sitting before the fire.
Time didn't really have the same meaning for their tribe that it did for people offworld. A thousand years or ten were much the same. They went by seasons, with their own mundane concerns, but when word drifted to them the Republic had been fallen, they were deeply troubled. Family lore held that one of their founding Matriarchs had been a Jedi Master, and they had all been widely taught to esteem Jedi and the Light side.
They were reached out to shortly after the news. It was a teenage girl, Togruta too, only a little older than Raasha was, who was an escaped Jedi Padawan. Others would come, she said, and begged them to help. The Tribe collectively agreed. Some of them climbed up through the mountain pass in the summer, building shelters in the remote mountain valley above them, kept warm by the volcanic springs even in the dead of winter. Others shouldered the challenges elsewhere.
Adri took Raasha, and the pair traveled, first by foot and then by speeder, to Cover City. There, with funds obtained by others in the cause, they set up a hunting-guide business. It was a standard sort of endeavor, not the only on Shili, but one of very few. It attracted enough business to justify their occasional trips with escaped Jedi in tow. It also was a chance to hone skills. For Raasha, the biggest skill was Basic. Her mother scarcely could speak it, and was reluctant to do more with her thick accent. So Raasha filled the void, and began to learn perfectly passable Basic. It was, however, incredibly thick with her Togruti accent.
She grew older, more mature, more skilled, and over the same time the number of their fugitive Jedi clients dwindled. More and more the enterprise they'd set out as a cover became actual legitimacy. It was used to fund things for the Tribe. There were comforts to be had, from better cloth to tools. More and more their lifestyle was affected, adding in new bits of technology they simply hadn't bothered to use before.
And of course the highlight was other species. Humans in particular were at first slightly disturbing to Raasha, but quickly she became strangely fascinated. Their pinkish and brownish skin, their strange hair, and above all their attitudes. The humans were insane. Every single one of them wanted to hunt an akul, or one of the other large and dangerous predators. In her tribe the mere presence of an akul kept the tribe inside, moving in groups of three to fetch water or food, and constantly on alert until it left. Humans wanted to seek them out. It wasn't hard of course to find them.
Raasha also took to changing her normal habits. She had been brought up to hunt with the bow, and with the spear. However pitted against more dangerous game, she obtained a blaster rifle, learning to use it with surprising finesse. For someone with no interest in technology at all, she was very good with it.
Adri returned to the village, leaving Raasha in Cover City with the speeder. It was an Aratech Arrow 23, stripped down to little more than the workings, a roll cage, and a windscreen. With bags and cans and sacks strapped to every centimeter of it, it was well-equipped to go anywhere.
Of course, the problem was that the flow of people trickled smaller and smaller, and the number of humans dwindled. The Empire's xenophobia was taking a toll, few wanted to go to the Togruta homeworld. Fewer still wanted to hire a native guide. And the worst insult was how few aliens could afford it. Selling pelts and what not only offset costs so much. Sooner or later, something would have to give.
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