Stace de'Lorne o'Breac
Dances better than you
Name: Stace de'Lorne o'Breac
Faction: Independent, tucked safely away for a long night's nap
Species: Neti
Age: germinated 167 years ago; conscious for 23 years (as of 864 ABY)
Sex: Genderless; appearing female
Height: Extremely variable; between a tall sapling (35 cm) and a tall human adult (195 cm)
Weight: Extremely variable; between a tall sapling (4 kg), a tall, wooden adult of low density (48 kg) to average density (86kg) to high density (115 kg)
Eyes: Black, total
Hair: Long, brown and twiggy and very leafy
Skin: Bark that is mottled light brown to off-white
Handiness: Ambidextrous
Force Sensitive: Yup
Text color: #CB8D23
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the Characteristics
the Characteristics
Appearance: Being a member of the shapeshifting Neti species, Lorn has the ability to drastically change his appearance. Regardless of his shape or size, however, most other species would undoubtedly consider him to be very plant or tree-like. He often reverts to a large sapling while resting. When in the company of others, Lorn often does his best to resemble a humanoid male aged appropriately with those he views as his peers (in other words appearing like a teenager). He has no need for clothing of any kind or wearable pockets, so he doesn't bother with either, preferring to walk around in naught but his bark.
Personality: Lorn has a rather sunny disposition, always with a smile or smirk and often among the first to laugh. He is very boisterous, sometimes with vocabulary, but also often using actions to speak for him. Lorn prefers appearing as a teenager not only because the majority of his peers are of a similar age, but also because that is the form which he feels best represents his own age, not only as a Neti but as a citizen of the Galaxy. In place of walking, Lorn is much more likely to be seen dancing from place to place. While Lorn often understands rules and laws when explained to him, he simply doesn't care, often carrying himself in his own guidelines for what is right and wrong. He values life above all else and will go out of his way to bring happiness to others. When not surrounded by his peers, Lorn spends his time observing... and dancing. [Destructive Savior, Boisterous Bruiser, Rebellious Spirit, and a bit of Cloudcuckoolander]
Strengths and Weaknesses:
(+) Just don't bring an axe: Lorn's body is incredibly resilient. Not only are Neti known for their tough, woody tissue and bark, but their lack of typical animal organs mean they can take more hits than your average organic.
(+) Sometimes it's ok to lose an arm and a leg...: Thanks to his body being entirely plant-based, losing a limb is not too big of a deal. Neti have incredible regenerative properties, equal to their shape-shifting abilities and Lorn can recover anything lost within a month at most.
(+/-) Where there is life...: Neti are the easiest dinner guests of all time. They only need light and water to survive. While this makes survival extraordinarily easy under certain circumstances, overexposure without these two elements is extremely harmful. Lorn needs a consistent supply of light (preferably sunlight) and a similar amount of water to the average human on a daily basis, otherwise it's lights out!
(-) How strong? Too strong...: This Neti consistently forgets his own strength. He has been known to break things in half, leave holes in less solid floors, walls, and ceilings, and bruise (or more) the unsuspecting teammate. The only exception to this that Lorn seems to have is an incredibly patience when it comes to delicate lifeforms (small plants, cute insects, fairies, et cetera).
(-) Don't push that button!: Lorn is not the greatest when it comes to technology. Despite his begrudged use due to what other species see as a necessity, he is the wrong person to ask to do anything with any gadgetry. Even sentient, a plant still prefers dirt to metal.
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the Legend
Biography:the Legend
Lorn was first seeded by his dying parent Neti on Qiilura, an agriworld of deciduous forests, fertile soil, plains, and plenty of water. This was a perfect spot for the seedling to bury its roots and begin to grow. The world wasn't particularly backwater, but the nature of the farmers and the respect that the natives held for the land ensured a relative amount of safety for the otherwise defenseless seed. With some luck, the soil where Lorn planted was not upturned for quite sometime. He would never know his lineage, as Neti rarely do, though instead, took to considering the land, soil, water, earth all interconnected as his Mother and the Sun as his Father. These were the things that gave him life, that provided for him, to which he was endeared.
Over the first 30 years of his life, Lorn gradually transformed from nothing but an embryo to a small leaf sticking out of the ground to a wiry sapling. He opened his eyes for the first time when he was around 35, but only briefly. He would continue to gain bits of consciousness more and more over the next 40 years, typically at the peak of the growing seasons of late spring and early summer. The deciduous nature of the forest around him meant that he would have to hibernate throughout the winter before he could grow once again. While this slowed his upbringing slightly, it didn't stunt him. Instead the changing of the seasons made him hardier. He doesn't remember much of those first 75 years, even the few times he managed to look upon the world for the first time. Like a newborn, his neural pathways weren't developed enough at that point to take anything more than brief glimpses of the images around him.
Finally, he had his first extended awakening around the time when he was 80 years of age. Cautiously, he opened his eyes to see a forest filled with forest critters and birds. He could hear running water nearby. He could feel the sunlight shine down on his leaves, feel the wet soil shift beneath his roots. For what seemed like eternity, he took in these sensations around him, relishing in the warmth, the moisture. He hibernated again that winter, and he dreamt. He remembered those dreams, mainly of his memories, memories of the warmth, the wetness. When he awoke again the following spring, he found a familiar if different scene. The life around him was just starting to bud into existence, the critters were replaced by descendants of the old critters, and the water flowed more crisply over it rockbed.
Eventually there were new sounds added to the mix. Lorn was unsure what it was. The noise sounded akin to the woodland creatures that also called the forest home, but there was much more of it than what seemed necessary. The sound grew nearer and nearer until Lorn could see what was making the ruckus. The Neti saw his first group of humans, settlers who had come to the small island in order to fish and scavenge for indigenous fungi before returning to the mainland. Lorn listened to them, picked up their speech. Somehow they too seemed familiar, as if Lorn had heard them many times before without having any comprehension of it. He wanted to call out to them, to talk to them, but he didn't know how, so instead he just listened, enjoying their banter.
That same group of humans would continue to return to the island Lorn called home for many seasons, and more and more he gained an understanding for their speech. He was innocent and curious then. But Lorn could tell that the Humans loved the island and all of its inhabitants, so he was unafraid to reach out to them, if only he could figure out how.
After a few years, he also came to the realization that he had the ability to consciously exert a great deal of control over his body. At first he would shiver his leaves. That tickled a bit. But Lorn persisted, and soon he could wiggle his branches, stretch his trunk, extend and contract his roots. This independence brought him great joy, and he often found himself moving as much as he could whenever he could. Eventually he came to a great enough understanding of his body that he separated his roots from the soil, picked a part of himself up, and began walking. Clumsily at first, but once he began he couldn't stop. After weeks of practice Lorn was running and flailing. He crushed a couple of flowers and felt terrible, so he resolved to be conscious of where he was stepping, though he often forgot. He also realized that he could change the shape of his form, growing or contracting greatly, and able to do so quite quickly with a decent enough water supply nearby.
So it was that when the Humans came to visit again, Lorn approached them. By this time he was around 90 years of age. He walked up to one of the youngest, a girl, and stood at about her height. He tapped her on the shoulder and offered her a flower accompanied by what he understood as a casual greeting: "Hello." To Lorn's surprise, the girl ran off yelling, he thought he had hurt her in some way and felt sad, so he followed in an attempt to try and right his wrong. The young girl ran back to the full group and Lorn, while approaching the Humans, grew to about average height of all of the Humans assembled at the little camp. Again he tried to wave and offer a greeting: "Hello."
At first the people cowered in fear of this creature that they didn't understand. He appeared as a tree but he moved and spoke like a Human would. The Humans themselves weren't biologists; they were simple farmers who occasionally vacationed to a little spot not far from their home village. But they were peaceful, they had no weapons, felt no need to defend themselves on the island's small ecosystem that had never before contained a predator. So when Lorn stopped at a distance away from the group and offered a greeting with what seemed like a smile on his face and holding a flower out in his hands, they were afraid and dumbfounded.
But despite their initial fear, the Humans saw no threat from this unknown being. Lorn showed them only kindness. In those times, he had an innocence about him, like a young child would. One of the elder women approached him, confident in her stride, and accepted the offered flower from Lorn's outstretched hand. She responded with a thank you, and Lorn smiled brightly in return. He was gradually adopted into the family over the course of a few seasons. The Neti would remain on the island when their vacation was over but he would always be waiting for their return in the same spot. His conversational skills grew and he began to learn about society and Humans and other sentient species and cultures as best as these farmers could explain to him. Lorn was curious and greatly desired to learn everything he could. He played often with the children, enjoying whatever games that they showed him.
The thing that slowed Lorn down the most at first were the names and labels and qualifications that everything seemed to have. He had never had a name, nor had he needed one. Plants, water, rocks, light, they were all just things to him. He accepted them for what they were and nothing more. But these Humans had a different name for everything. They even wanted to name him. They called him a Neti, the first time he had ever known his own species' name, though everyone who called Lorn that said so incredulously, as if they couldn't truly believe what they had just spoken as fact. They began to call him Breac after a time, after the name their people had given the island where they had first found him. Lorn found that fitting, so he began answering to that, and that seemed to make the family happy.
Eventually, after over a year and half's worth of visits, the family invited Lorn to visit their home on the mainland. The ever curious and eager Lorn was elated to have the opportunity and accepted without a second thought. Even though the inhabitants of the towns and villages and even cities he visits view him as something of a spectacle, Breac pays none of them any mind. He is far too mesmerized by the buildings and the shops and the structure and the straight lines and vehicles and technology to be concerned with the people. He knew people, he knew life, those things were not foreign to him. He was allowed to attend some school classes with the children of the family who had discovered him and he quickly discovered that there was even more out there to see and discover, other worlds, other Suns. He was truly captivated by the sheer massiveness of it all.
Some time into his stay with his host family, Qiilura was invaded by some faction or other. Breac didn't know who they were, nor did he really care. To him, they were just other lifeforms. But whoever they were did not treat life with the same respect that Breac had grown accustomed to knowing from the rather peaceful farmers of Qiilura. They raided, pillaged, and took life that got in their way as they saw fit. The farmers, unable to defend themselves, were helpless to resist. But the Neti couldn't just sit idly by as crops were ripped from the ground haphazardly, stores were completely lifted leaving those he had come to know and love without food through the harsh seasons to come.
Against the wishes of his host family, whose familial name was Lorn, the Neti strode out alone into the middle of the town. He grabbed a few sacks of food from a sled and moved to return them to his family, but he was stopped and shot with a stun gun. The militants weren't entirely sure what Lorn was, but they saw him as valuable property, and if the hope was that he could be sold, they would take him alive at any cost. But the stun bolts did not slow him down. In self-defense he struck out at the aggressors. Breac swung the bags of food with brute force and yelled out a grunt as he did so. The ground split beneath him, roots buried deep beneath the streets rippled up through the permacrete, some lashed out, striking at the attackers. In a panic, the undisciplined soldiers shot at Breac, this time, with their blasters set to kill. He took an entire barrage of blaster fire before he could withstand no more and he collapsed on the ground, the food clasped in his hands spilling to the dirt.
When Breac awoke, he found the town in ruin, abandoned and lifeless. The soldiers had likely left him for dead, his chest was still slightly pockmarked from the blaster fire he had taken. The young Neti wasn't sure how long he had been unconscious, and he was no detective. He couldn't tell why the town had been left behind, nor where they all had went. He returned to the Lorn family home and found it as empty as everywhere else. So there he planted himself, waiting for the Lorn family to return, waiting to greet them as he always did on their vacations to Breac island. And he slept.
Years went by and no presence crossed his path that resembled his family. He shriveled in the winter months to retain energy into a small, child-sized tree. As the seasons of those years passed, he went deeper into his slumber. Such as it was that when he was discovered by some looters passing through, Lorn did not wake when they pulled him from the ground, put him in a pot and brought him offworld. To them, he was an odd looking short tree that had a surprisingly human seeming face etched into it. Days later, he would be put on display in a shop on Ord Mantell, no one wise to the fact that he was, in fact, alive.
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the Inventory
Possessions: None at this time.the Inventory
Ship: None at this time.
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the Present
the Present
Kills: None at this time.
Bounties Collected: None at this time.
Relations: None at this time.
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