Kaili Brand
Questionable Hobo Tactics Specalist
Name: Kaili Brand
Faction: Silver Jedi
Rank: Sewer Rat
Species: Human
Age: 18
Sex: Male
Height: 5 foot 3 inches (160 cm)
Weight: 110 lb (Approximately 50 kg)
Eyes: Green
Hair: Black
Skin: Pale
Force Sensitive: Yes
Strengths:
Sketchy Techie: Kaili knows how to break down and fix just about any scrap on the market, from star ship engines to blasters. If he doesn’t know how to fix it, he can absolutely create a patch job that will probably not explode until after you’re out of danger. Probably.
Inquisitive: While lacking a formal education beyond being able to read and write on a rudimentary level, Kaili is an avid and enthusiastic learner once his interest is piqued.
Slim Build: Small, fast and slippery as can be. Kaili’s a hard kid to pin down, weather he’s clambering over walls with the grace of a terrified Tooka on spice, or squirming his way through maintenance ducts.
Weaknesses:
(Temp) Canonically a coward: Any combat skill Kaili has is effectively worthless in the grander scale of the universe without further training. He might be able to help in a bar brawl, but dont expect him to be its deciding factor.
Slim Build: Small, fast and scrawny as can be. Kaili’s an easy kid to curb stomp into the dirt.
Silent but...no just silent apparently: While technically brilliant, Kaili is timid to the point of near debilitation. He tries to skip speaking to new people when he can, instead skulking behind a more well known friend (or whatever approximates the closest one) to let them handle the talking. However, with proper incentive (typically food or something interesting for him to learn) you can get him to occasionally release a few stuttering hushed sentences.
Appearance:
Kaili trends towards wearing plain blue coveralls, stained brown to black in places and fraying near his ankles and sleeves wrapped tightly around his waist as a makeshift belt, and a plain black shirt covered by a flight jacket that is perhaps a size or four to big on the techie.Lost a pinkie finger on his left hand but gained several face scars from a childhood dare.
Biography:
Kaili only has vague memories of what life in the surface cityscape of Axxila was like. Sunlight too warm against his face in the midmorning smog as he was walked to school, the thunderous chunking of climate correction systems as they filtered out pollutants at their glacial pace, the citriusy-burnt smell of street vendor foods mixing together around dinner time. There is only one memory from that short time in his life immortalized in pure crystal clarity, his fall...Which is a lot more dramatic sounding than the story actually warrants, all things considered.
He was a little over seven years old when he and a few long forgotten playmates ‘discovered' the collapsing section of walkway and pipe near their habitation blocks. Being intelligent creatures of single digit age, they elected to engage in the age old tradition of children upon discovering something slightly dangerous. Multi-mynock daring someone to go stand on it. To which Kaili, forced by the conventions of the dreaded Triple Mynock Super Dare, agreed to do.
Now, normally, in a just and wholly fair universe, the young Kaili would have begun walking to the edge of the failing walkway just in time to be spotted by an eagle eyed adult who would provided the children with a hearty lecture on the dangers of playing near or on construction projects. However, the universe is none of these things, as Kaili quickly decided as the walkway groaned for a moment and then fell away under his weight. A fact which was very throughly confirmed a second later, as the young boy flailed quickly to grab the sheered edge; cutting off his pinkie finger and scarring his face as he haplessly attempted to recover from his fall. Thakfully passing out from the shock of the injury and (now impending) death via terminal velocity.
When Kaili next awoke, he was blurrily aware he was next to a fetid pool with a pair of older kids (A human and a Twi’lek) hovering over him, ripping at his clothes to staunch the bleeding in his hand. It took four months for him to fully recover, the boy flowing in and out of consciousness on a near hourly basis, over which the older human boy would be ever present. Eventually, Kaili would eventually recover enough to be awake long enough to commit their names to memory, Lien and Tol’tra.
Neither side made much of an attempt to hide information from each other. Kaili because he naively thought the world of his two saviors, and they knew he wasn’t able to run away even if he understood. The two teens were part of a swoop bike gang that scavenged parts, using their smaller members to get at rarer components lodged into the cities various water and power systems. The gang recently had been wiped out by a rival group, but their employer had made it clear the various parts promised to him by the now two member gang were still very much owed, and until it was paid, he was going to be taking 60% of their daily findings.
At first, Kaili resisted, not fully understanding why he was not being taken home and not wanting to perform the complicated, and often dangerous, work of a scavenger. But after a little physical motivation from his new ‘siblings’, his defiant moments would be mostly a memory. And Kaili thought it was, perhaps, better this way. Lien was a good teacher in his calmer moments, rare as they were, and knew from first hand experience what Kaili needed to know for his new profession, though he had long since physically outgrown being able to work the narrow duct works himself anymore. But there was just something...unstable about the boy. One day he’d be calm to boarder line comforting, only to immediately explode in a fit of anger the next day over little things.
Tol’tra... Tol’tra atleast kept her distance after he gave in. In the years that followed, she rarely approached him for anything save for the occasional reminder of who was in charge or to snatch a rare part from his grasp. Even as he approached his teens, her voice shook him to his core with its quiet, laser focused anger. But between the two, she was the easier one to deal with. Tol’tra would only focus her attention on him if they failed to meet their contractors quota for that month, or if credits ran a little dry and someone(normally himself) would have to be skipping meals.
But the occasional outburst of his siblings were the price he paid for the tentative peace of the rest of his childhood in the otherwise volatile slums of the undercity. Tol’tra and Lien made it clear the first time it happened, nobody was allowed to bloody their knuckles on him EXCEPT them. So beyond the occasional duct-work vermin, Kaili was left relatively unmolested.
A lot of that changed after Kaili turned eighteen, when their employer got the final part owed to him, A CC-234 type D carbon filtration system, rated for 220 volts at a system frequency of 90 Hertz. Just finding the thing had been enough to move Lien to tears, eleven years is a long time to be under anyones thumb even for season scavengers. Tol’tra even cracked a whisper thin smile before snatching it from his hands, nearly sending Kaili tumbling back down the shaft he found it in.
The sudden doubling of their still meager income reverberated through the trio for a few days, manifesting largely in trying things either long forgotten or out of their reach until recently. For Kaili, it was food that didn’t come in a tube. Some of it had even been FRESH...ish. It was somewhat of a relative term in the undercity. For the twenty something Lien and Tol’tra, it was a long awaited first taste of Ryll.
The spices effect on the two was a mixed experience. On it, they were placid, calm, and far more manageable for Kaili than normal, sometimes outright dependent if the high ran too deep and one or both of them needed a saner, clearer mind to bring them back to the surface. On the other hand, they also stopped doing things like working, bathing (limited however that may have been), or most importantly selling their salvage.
A combination of fear and loyalty made him stick with the pair for a few months, hoping the respite from when the Ryll ran dry would last. But food and water were running low constantly, their stocks neglected by the older pair and Kaili lacking any connections to know who to buy from. And that was assuming they even had credits to buy food with, as on the rare occasion one of the pair were sober enough to go and sell their haul, the bulk of the credits went straight into restocking their Ryll supply.
But Kaili can’t do this anymore. Lien is a husk of a person, looking too much like skin stretched over a skeleton than someone in his twenties. Tol’tra physically is perhaps better, but the bright green hue of her skin is yellowing and her memory is almost none existent. They probably had weeks left in them, if that, unless they get off the spice. Kaili has no intention of helping them on that front though, fearing the retribution either of them would lay on him in the throws of withdrawl. It’ll be easier just to leave Axxila behind as quickly as possible, while they are still enjoying the narcotic haze of their most recent Ryll batch.
...Now how he’s going to manage that is a different problem...
Background TLDR:
ChangeLog/notes:
Faction: Silver Jedi
Rank: Sewer Rat
Species: Human
Age: 18
Sex: Male
Height: 5 foot 3 inches (160 cm)
Weight: 110 lb (Approximately 50 kg)
Eyes: Green
Hair: Black
Skin: Pale
Force Sensitive: Yes
Strengths:
Sketchy Techie: Kaili knows how to break down and fix just about any scrap on the market, from star ship engines to blasters. If he doesn’t know how to fix it, he can absolutely create a patch job that will probably not explode until after you’re out of danger. Probably.
Inquisitive: While lacking a formal education beyond being able to read and write on a rudimentary level, Kaili is an avid and enthusiastic learner once his interest is piqued.
Slim Build: Small, fast and slippery as can be. Kaili’s a hard kid to pin down, weather he’s clambering over walls with the grace of a terrified Tooka on spice, or squirming his way through maintenance ducts.
Weaknesses:
(Temp) Canonically a coward: Any combat skill Kaili has is effectively worthless in the grander scale of the universe without further training. He might be able to help in a bar brawl, but dont expect him to be its deciding factor.
Slim Build: Small, fast and scrawny as can be. Kaili’s an easy kid to curb stomp into the dirt.
Silent but...no just silent apparently: While technically brilliant, Kaili is timid to the point of near debilitation. He tries to skip speaking to new people when he can, instead skulking behind a more well known friend (or whatever approximates the closest one) to let them handle the talking. However, with proper incentive (typically food or something interesting for him to learn) you can get him to occasionally release a few stuttering hushed sentences.
Appearance:
Biography:
Kaili only has vague memories of what life in the surface cityscape of Axxila was like. Sunlight too warm against his face in the midmorning smog as he was walked to school, the thunderous chunking of climate correction systems as they filtered out pollutants at their glacial pace, the citriusy-burnt smell of street vendor foods mixing together around dinner time. There is only one memory from that short time in his life immortalized in pure crystal clarity, his fall...Which is a lot more dramatic sounding than the story actually warrants, all things considered.
He was a little over seven years old when he and a few long forgotten playmates ‘discovered' the collapsing section of walkway and pipe near their habitation blocks. Being intelligent creatures of single digit age, they elected to engage in the age old tradition of children upon discovering something slightly dangerous. Multi-mynock daring someone to go stand on it. To which Kaili, forced by the conventions of the dreaded Triple Mynock Super Dare, agreed to do.
Now, normally, in a just and wholly fair universe, the young Kaili would have begun walking to the edge of the failing walkway just in time to be spotted by an eagle eyed adult who would provided the children with a hearty lecture on the dangers of playing near or on construction projects. However, the universe is none of these things, as Kaili quickly decided as the walkway groaned for a moment and then fell away under his weight. A fact which was very throughly confirmed a second later, as the young boy flailed quickly to grab the sheered edge; cutting off his pinkie finger and scarring his face as he haplessly attempted to recover from his fall. Thakfully passing out from the shock of the injury and (now impending) death via terminal velocity.
When Kaili next awoke, he was blurrily aware he was next to a fetid pool with a pair of older kids (A human and a Twi’lek) hovering over him, ripping at his clothes to staunch the bleeding in his hand. It took four months for him to fully recover, the boy flowing in and out of consciousness on a near hourly basis, over which the older human boy would be ever present. Eventually, Kaili would eventually recover enough to be awake long enough to commit their names to memory, Lien and Tol’tra.
Neither side made much of an attempt to hide information from each other. Kaili because he naively thought the world of his two saviors, and they knew he wasn’t able to run away even if he understood. The two teens were part of a swoop bike gang that scavenged parts, using their smaller members to get at rarer components lodged into the cities various water and power systems. The gang recently had been wiped out by a rival group, but their employer had made it clear the various parts promised to him by the now two member gang were still very much owed, and until it was paid, he was going to be taking 60% of their daily findings.
At first, Kaili resisted, not fully understanding why he was not being taken home and not wanting to perform the complicated, and often dangerous, work of a scavenger. But after a little physical motivation from his new ‘siblings’, his defiant moments would be mostly a memory. And Kaili thought it was, perhaps, better this way. Lien was a good teacher in his calmer moments, rare as they were, and knew from first hand experience what Kaili needed to know for his new profession, though he had long since physically outgrown being able to work the narrow duct works himself anymore. But there was just something...unstable about the boy. One day he’d be calm to boarder line comforting, only to immediately explode in a fit of anger the next day over little things.
Tol’tra... Tol’tra atleast kept her distance after he gave in. In the years that followed, she rarely approached him for anything save for the occasional reminder of who was in charge or to snatch a rare part from his grasp. Even as he approached his teens, her voice shook him to his core with its quiet, laser focused anger. But between the two, she was the easier one to deal with. Tol’tra would only focus her attention on him if they failed to meet their contractors quota for that month, or if credits ran a little dry and someone(normally himself) would have to be skipping meals.
But the occasional outburst of his siblings were the price he paid for the tentative peace of the rest of his childhood in the otherwise volatile slums of the undercity. Tol’tra and Lien made it clear the first time it happened, nobody was allowed to bloody their knuckles on him EXCEPT them. So beyond the occasional duct-work vermin, Kaili was left relatively unmolested.
A lot of that changed after Kaili turned eighteen, when their employer got the final part owed to him, A CC-234 type D carbon filtration system, rated for 220 volts at a system frequency of 90 Hertz. Just finding the thing had been enough to move Lien to tears, eleven years is a long time to be under anyones thumb even for season scavengers. Tol’tra even cracked a whisper thin smile before snatching it from his hands, nearly sending Kaili tumbling back down the shaft he found it in.
The sudden doubling of their still meager income reverberated through the trio for a few days, manifesting largely in trying things either long forgotten or out of their reach until recently. For Kaili, it was food that didn’t come in a tube. Some of it had even been FRESH...ish. It was somewhat of a relative term in the undercity. For the twenty something Lien and Tol’tra, it was a long awaited first taste of Ryll.
The spices effect on the two was a mixed experience. On it, they were placid, calm, and far more manageable for Kaili than normal, sometimes outright dependent if the high ran too deep and one or both of them needed a saner, clearer mind to bring them back to the surface. On the other hand, they also stopped doing things like working, bathing (limited however that may have been), or most importantly selling their salvage.
A combination of fear and loyalty made him stick with the pair for a few months, hoping the respite from when the Ryll ran dry would last. But food and water were running low constantly, their stocks neglected by the older pair and Kaili lacking any connections to know who to buy from. And that was assuming they even had credits to buy food with, as on the rare occasion one of the pair were sober enough to go and sell their haul, the bulk of the credits went straight into restocking their Ryll supply.
But Kaili can’t do this anymore. Lien is a husk of a person, looking too much like skin stretched over a skeleton than someone in his twenties. Tol’tra physically is perhaps better, but the bright green hue of her skin is yellowing and her memory is almost none existent. They probably had weeks left in them, if that, unless they get off the spice. Kaili has no intention of helping them on that front though, fearing the retribution either of them would lay on him in the throws of withdrawl. It’ll be easier just to leave Axxila behind as quickly as possible, while they are still enjoying the narcotic haze of their most recent Ryll batch.
...Now how he’s going to manage that is a different problem...
Background TLDR:
Young Kaili separated from birth parents. Loses pinkie finger in process. Adopted by scavenger teens who do a very poor job of raising a well adjusted thief. He bails on them when their newly acquired spice habit gets out of control.
this section largely exist for my own note keeping, feel free to ignore it if you wish.
1-Change origin of missing finger from tinkering accident to injury sustained in fall into the Undercity.
1-Change origin of missing finger from tinkering accident to injury sustained in fall into the Undercity.
