Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Apr 11, 2016 0:13:49 GMT -5
Name: Danyar Pulastra
Species: Human
Faction: Bail Organa's Security Forces
Rank: Sergeant
Age: 37
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Faceclaim Faran Tahir
Appearance: Sergeant Pulastra is a big muscular man, with a jaw you might call heroic, intense bushy eyebrows, and a very, very bald head. From the gleaming top of his head all the way down to his feet, the man resembles, if not a tank, then an armored personnel carrier.
Personality: The Sergeant is not by nature a carefree, happy soul. Nor is he a natural comedian, prankster, class clown, or even an apathetic sort of person. What he is, succinctly, is someone with a terminal case of caring too much.
History: Born 40 BBY, on a freighter en route to Chandrila, to refugees from the Outer Rim, Danyar was the second child. He was never aware that he'd had several older siblings killed in the fighting they fled, it was a closely guarded family secret his weary parents worked to conceal. Successfully until he was 16 at that. Chandrila was, mercifully, idyllic. For Thrak Pulastra, a nerf herder, and Riva Pulastra a seamstress, it was like dying and entering into a blissful afterlife. They were ushered into a settlement in the south, peaceful meadow country dotted with ponds. Thrak once again herded, Riva once again made clothing, but they never struggled now. There was always food, there was respect and friendship from neighbors, friends for the children, three more of which followed.
Bondar was the eldest, who had a mind only for livestock. Zari was the younger sister, a charming and social young lady, Nom was the younger brother, a fine example of a Chandrilan intellectual. The youngest was Sitri, a sweet and intensely quiet girl. Danyar found his niche, to his parents' chagrin. It was being the troublemaker. Not in a funny sense. He was the one who skipped school, or smoked tabac cigarettes in the bathroom. He was the one who went off exploring the woods and didn't come back for dinner. His premier talent was making his mother worry.
Much of that stemmed from Danyar's recurring problem: He didn't fit in. He wasn't really interested in Democracy, or politics in general. Simply by being a Chandrilan citizen he was ahead of 75% of the galaxy, but he himself didn't have the passion for it. He had a passion for hiking around, smoking, and not having to sit around in a school talking about democracy in action. His perpetual troublemaking didn't go unnoticed, and it was on the suggestion of the Settlement Leader that his parents reluctantly sent him off to the Planetary Security Academy's Junior Program at 16.
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Species: Human
Faction: Bail Organa's Security Forces
Rank: Sergeant
Age: 37
Height:
Weight:
Image:
Faceclaim Faran Tahir
Appearance: Sergeant Pulastra is a big muscular man, with a jaw you might call heroic, intense bushy eyebrows, and a very, very bald head. From the gleaming top of his head all the way down to his feet, the man resembles, if not a tank, then an armored personnel carrier.
Personality: The Sergeant is not by nature a carefree, happy soul. Nor is he a natural comedian, prankster, class clown, or even an apathetic sort of person. What he is, succinctly, is someone with a terminal case of caring too much.
History: Born 40 BBY, on a freighter en route to Chandrila, to refugees from the Outer Rim, Danyar was the second child. He was never aware that he'd had several older siblings killed in the fighting they fled, it was a closely guarded family secret his weary parents worked to conceal. Successfully until he was 16 at that. Chandrila was, mercifully, idyllic. For Thrak Pulastra, a nerf herder, and Riva Pulastra a seamstress, it was like dying and entering into a blissful afterlife. They were ushered into a settlement in the south, peaceful meadow country dotted with ponds. Thrak once again herded, Riva once again made clothing, but they never struggled now. There was always food, there was respect and friendship from neighbors, friends for the children, three more of which followed.
Bondar was the eldest, who had a mind only for livestock. Zari was the younger sister, a charming and social young lady, Nom was the younger brother, a fine example of a Chandrilan intellectual. The youngest was Sitri, a sweet and intensely quiet girl. Danyar found his niche, to his parents' chagrin. It was being the troublemaker. Not in a funny sense. He was the one who skipped school, or smoked tabac cigarettes in the bathroom. He was the one who went off exploring the woods and didn't come back for dinner. His premier talent was making his mother worry.
Much of that stemmed from Danyar's recurring problem: He didn't fit in. He wasn't really interested in Democracy, or politics in general. Simply by being a Chandrilan citizen he was ahead of 75% of the galaxy, but he himself didn't have the passion for it. He had a passion for hiking around, smoking, and not having to sit around in a school talking about democracy in action. His perpetual troublemaking didn't go unnoticed, and it was on the suggestion of the Settlement Leader that his parents reluctantly sent him off to the Planetary Security Academy's Junior Program at 16.
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