Keepin Corellia Weird
NAME: Njiod Shysa
FACTION: N/A
RANK: N/A
SPECIES: Human
AGE: Middle-Aged
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 6’3”
WEIGHT: 215 lbs
EYES: Yellow-Amber
HAIR: Black-brown
SKIN: Dark
FORCE SENSITIVE: No
Steady Mind, Steady Hand: Traits of someone raised in a martial society and in a thoughtful upbringing. Though Njiod is humble about his abilities, he is extremely composed under pressure and even on an average day, thinking before speaking and maintaining a stoic bearing about life.
Waste Makes Want: Most of his life has been spent in a field or homestead, back bent to some sort of varied work task or the other. In that, Njiod has learned to make do with less than ideal circumstances and still find stability in unpredictable times.
WEAKNESSES
No Warlord: Njiod has no great battles to his name, no storied teachers or great accomplishments, and so lacks some of the pedigree of others, making them dismiss him if they did not know any better. It also tends to lead to a hesitancy on his part to take the center stage.
Distinctive: Between eye color, between his frame and build, once you have met Njiod, it is a rare thing to forget who he is or how he looks, and this fact can make it easy to pull him from out of a crowd or track him, and also makes it hard for him to achieve anything through stealth.
Though no a giant, the first thing most notice about the man is his height, and the second is the build. Then, if he meets their gaze, the piercing eyes of amber-yellow that seem to always have that same steady gaze. Muscles long earned through hard work behind a plow and at a workbench have made him a deadly Titan, though he has gone to war so rarely he views it as a burden than strength. His hair is also distinctive, long dreadlocks and a beard just beginning to show gray in it, and a chiseled face that seems as if he carved from stone.
After the passing of his father Njiod inherited the family’s ancestral sword and armor, and dutifully had the armor refitted to his size. Only a bare handful of times did he wear the iron of his people to the call of battle, not even enough to pick a color of meaning, just bare golden bronze beskar. The work was undeniably ancient, and the smith who altered it for him judged it to be over a millennia-old on the oldest pieces, with clear additions and reworks through the generations of Shysa men of his branch wearing it.
When the cataclysm drove so many from Mandalore and farming became a suddenly much more difficult prospect, Njiod took to wandering, single and alone as he had never married or even shown interest in a relationship. It seemed anathema to him to fight his fellow Mando’ade for a few handfuls of dirt to live on. But many adherents of the new Empire seemed unwilling to band together to work. The newly lit fervor of their cause, he reasoned.
Taking to the space lanes, Njiod has begun to work as a bodyguard and mercenary, trying to collect enough credits to find another place to settle down in as he begins to finally age.
SHIP:
TBD
KILLS:
N/A
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
N/A
POSSESSIONS:
Ancestral sword
Clothes on his back
THEME SONG:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L3wKzyIN1yk
