Guwayne Seedsow
Runt of the Litter
NAME: Guwayne Seedsower (AKA Scampe)
FACTION: None
RANK: Farmer's Son
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 15
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 4' (and growing!)
WEIGHT: 100 pounds
EYES: Brown
HAIR: Black
SKIN: Tan
FORCE SENSITIVE: No
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
Yound(-): I was and lacked both streetsmarts and booksmarts. I hadn't been much further than my parent's farm on Kuat.
Rash(-): I leap before I think, often getting myself in trouble.
Faster Learner(+): If you got me to pay attention long enough, I'll absorb what you're blabbing about with ease. I learn mostly from my mistakes, though a good word at the right time will stick with me till the end of my days.
Small and Fast(+): When I wasn't working the fields, I was running and hiding from the victims of my most recent prank.
Mischevious(+/-): What? No sense of humor? I mean- I promise I'll never do it again! Yes Maam.
APPEARANCE:
I was short for my age, but strong from working the fields. I had shoulder length black hair then.
BIOGRAPHY:
"Alright alright. I'll tell you. Just put the slug thrower away. I was born on Kuat to a family of farmers. In the spring, we would plant seeds. In the summer, I would watch my mother drive the harvester. My father and I were tasked with selling grain to the cities and Ship Forges. You'd think a city would be interesting, but you'd be wrong. The people looked down on us. Lowly working class men trying to I learned my penchant for... playfulness from my older brother. One time we stuffed the Durnwhal's vents full of dung. Their house smelled for weeks. I bet it still smells.
"Anyway, that was not the life for me. I," laughter "I wanted to be a jedi. One visited our farmstead for some reason. I saw the way they respected him. The way a man wearing practically rags could sustain such power over the higher classes.
"So I left. I couldn't afford a ticket off world, so I stowed in a ship while it was being worked on in the Forges."
SHIP:
I didn't have one. Yet.
KILLS:
I couldn't kill a bug then.
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
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ROLE-PLAYS:
FACTION: None
RANK: Farmer's Son
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 15
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 4' (and growing!)
WEIGHT: 100 pounds
EYES: Brown
HAIR: Black
SKIN: Tan
FORCE SENSITIVE: No
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
Yound(-): I was and lacked both streetsmarts and booksmarts. I hadn't been much further than my parent's farm on Kuat.
Rash(-): I leap before I think, often getting myself in trouble.
Faster Learner(+): If you got me to pay attention long enough, I'll absorb what you're blabbing about with ease. I learn mostly from my mistakes, though a good word at the right time will stick with me till the end of my days.
Small and Fast(+): When I wasn't working the fields, I was running and hiding from the victims of my most recent prank.
Mischevious(+/-): What? No sense of humor? I mean- I promise I'll never do it again! Yes Maam.
APPEARANCE:
I was short for my age, but strong from working the fields. I had shoulder length black hair then.
BIOGRAPHY:
"Alright alright. I'll tell you. Just put the slug thrower away. I was born on Kuat to a family of farmers. In the spring, we would plant seeds. In the summer, I would watch my mother drive the harvester. My father and I were tasked with selling grain to the cities and Ship Forges. You'd think a city would be interesting, but you'd be wrong. The people looked down on us. Lowly working class men trying to I learned my penchant for... playfulness from my older brother. One time we stuffed the Durnwhal's vents full of dung. Their house smelled for weeks. I bet it still smells.
"Anyway, that was not the life for me. I," laughter "I wanted to be a jedi. One visited our farmstead for some reason. I saw the way they respected him. The way a man wearing practically rags could sustain such power over the higher classes.
"So I left. I couldn't afford a ticket off world, so I stowed in a ship while it was being worked on in the Forges."
SHIP:
I didn't have one. Yet.
KILLS:
I couldn't kill a bug then.
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
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ROLE-PLAYS: