THE CHIEFTAIN OF ONE
NAME: A'Shimra Yort
FACTION: Scar Worlds
RANK:
SPECIES: Followers of the Stream
AGE: 28
SEX: Male
BUILD: Stocky
EYES: Yellow
HAIR: Auburn
SKIN: Copper
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
NO BASIC: Speaks no Basic whatsoever and relies on a rudimentary translation droid to do the communication
> Easily misunderstood as a result
> Understands common Basic, but has issues with idioms and sayings
TECH SAVANT: Has a great understanding of technology, relatively speaking
> Can repair small arms, jury-rig a speeder, and steal a freighter with some creativity
HYPER SENSITIVITY: Relies on the traditional attire as a layer between flesh and world
> Rips in the armor can cause infections
> Eye sensitivity without the integrated goggles
> Water filtration system to maintain proper hydration and blood filtration
REPUTATION: Nobody trusts a 'Tusken Raider'
> More often it is shoot first and ask questions later
> Intimidating presence
> Proficient in animal taming and training
> Had several Massiffs as a child
BIOGRAPHY:
The history of Tatooine is written in blood.
Every tribe knows this intimately.
A world of hardship, struggle and pain, yet it always attracted outsiders to it. More often than not they wished to subjugate the world of dunes and sand for their own exploitive designs. Be it the Krayt pearls, the resources beneath the Dune Sea or to delve for ancient Rakatan technology. Every outsider wanted something and none of them were much interested in talking to the children of Tatooine.
Their colors mattered little; from principle blue to devil red, balanced purple or neutral white- they all believed they knew best and were entitled to the bounties of Tatooine.
For the longest time A'Shimra Yort lived under this reality in comparative peace. As long as their Tribe stayed near their hunting grounds... well... it was hard, but it was life. He grew older, stronger and as son of the Chieftain he'd one day protect his tribe just as his father was. As was often the case with the best-laid plans things didn't turn out that way. They often had to repulse bandit attacks from their territories and as such A'Shimra wasn't surprised to hear the calls for battle.
The clouds darkening as ships cut through them was a different matter. Rows of metallic soldiers filling out of the canyon ridges was another. It soon became clear that this was no ordinary bandit raid.
Their Tribe did as best as they could, but in the end they broke.
Only A'Shimra and his dying father made it out alive of that killing field that had once been their ancestral home. Who had been their assailants? Colonists? Business interests? Cartels? Perhaps the Confederacy? The two survivors did not know.
But his father made A'Shimra promise he would not seek vengeance. Survive. Seek life. Continue the traditions and our people cannot truly die.
A'Katesh Shimra was dead and with him A'Shimra's last connection to his tribe buried.
Now the last Chieftain wandered the dunes in search for purpose.
SHIP: Public transit with enough space for a Bantha
KILLS: /
BOUNTIES COLLECTED: /
ROLE-PLAYS:
- From Sea to Wastes and Back: A Tatooine Story
- Shrouded Sands: Enclave Dominion of Tatooine
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