Nyt Rito
The (New) Padawan Menace!
The Mischievous Rogue
NAME: Nyt (Nit) Rito, also has been called "Trouble", "Hey, you, stop that!" and many other..... unkind titles....
FACTION: Silver Jedi Order
RANK: Padawan
SPECIES: Nautolan
AGE: Nine solar years
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 1.32 m
WEIGHT: 24.9 kg
EYES: Black, reflective.
HAIR: Head-tails.... so..... uh.... Skin-toned?
SKIN: Bluish-green, with darker spotting throughout.
FORCE SENSITIVE: Brah, you know it!
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
FACTION: Silver Jedi Order
RANK: Padawan
SPECIES: Nautolan
AGE: Nine solar years
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 1.32 m
WEIGHT: 24.9 kg
EYES: Black, reflective.
HAIR: Head-tails.... so..... uh.... Skin-toned?
SKIN: Bluish-green, with darker spotting throughout.
FORCE SENSITIVE: Brah, you know it!
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
+ +Sweet Dance Moves: The slippery devil (hah) is quick on his feet, and graceful in his own unique way. This translates well into any potential combat-scenario he may find himself in, bobbing and weaving, tumbling and diving. This makes for one obscenely evasive target.
+ +Charming/Adorable: Let's be real for a minute, who could honestly stay mad at this face? I mean, seriously.... Who cares the he just put mashed-potatoes in your pockets!
+ +Amphibious: Capable of breathing in the air and underwater.
+ +Low Light Vision: Self explanatory. Nyt can find snacks to pilfer even at night in the cafeteria.
+ +Sensitive Head-tails: Like all Nautolan's, Nyt can detect subtle chemical signatures, effectively analyzing others emotions. Nyt, however, appears almost uniquely gifted at picking up most shifts in emotion. Has helped to evade great retribution many times. Some people just can't take a joke....
+ -Youthful Innocence: Everyone can't be all bad, all the time, right?
+ -Prankster: He's the life of the party, and a perpetual headache. You never know where, when, or how Nyt will strike next!
+ -Fear of Failure: This can be a strength, or a crippling weakness, given different circumstances. He tries harder to prove himself, which causes him to excel above and beyond any expectations in realms he holds any natural talent. But, it also prepares him for great falls, with him pushing hard against a lost battle.
+ -Techno-freak: Loves technology. Slicing, gadgets, you name it, he wants to dabble. He's great with working on droids, digging up information, and all that jazz. He's proud of this too. That pride gets him in trouble as often as almost anything else he does.
- -Small: Self explanatory. Small, light weight, not very powerful physically.
- -Impulsive: Again, self explanatory. He see's the thing, he has an idea about the thing, he does the thing. Don't let Nyt do the thing....
APPEARANCE:
Nyt is your typical Naulotan youngling in most regards. Short, lithe, agile. Multitude of head-tails bobbing about behind him as he goes. Often, however, he'll have a small elastic holding them together, particularly when dancing about or other similarly vigorous activities where loose-flying tails could cause a tripping/fumbling hazard.
BIOGRAPHY:
Shuffling about, the young Padawan had just been recently released from his initial training. Tugging at his robes, which never seemed to fall -just- right, the Naulotan awkwardly stood before the door leading into the Master's office. The door opened slowly, and a gentle voice called out, bidding him to enter.
Nyt is your typical Naulotan youngling in most regards. Short, lithe, agile. Multitude of head-tails bobbing about behind him as he goes. Often, however, he'll have a small elastic holding them together, particularly when dancing about or other similarly vigorous activities where loose-flying tails could cause a tripping/fumbling hazard.
BIOGRAPHY:
Shuffling about, the young Padawan had just been recently released from his initial training. Tugging at his robes, which never seemed to fall -just- right, the Naulotan awkwardly stood before the door leading into the Master's office. The door opened slowly, and a gentle voice called out, bidding him to enter.
He was nervous, he'd been scolded many times in the past over various practical jokes and indiscretions, but that was before coming to Voss. Standing before Master [member=Coci Heavenshield], the young Padawan was unprepared. The Grandmasters wife! She was as intimidating as any master he'd encountered yet! And she could banish him! Failure was the younglings biggest fear, and expulsion was failure.
She was eyeing a datapad as the youngling entered, taking a seat across the desk from her. She began reading off a list of 'crimes' he'd committed. He'd not interacted with the Master enough to notice that she was doing her damnedest to not crack a smile or snicker as she read the crimes.
Live eels in Master [member=Jericho]'s boots. Jingling bell's hidden in Knight [member=Ryn'Dhal]'s armored robes. Master [member=Matsu Ike]'s workshop broken into and disorganized (Nothing missing, just everything moved around). Master [member=Connor Harrison]'s socks turned inside out. Each, and every last pair. Even the Grandmaster was not exempt! Master [member=Thurion Heavenshield] had mashed potatoes slipped into the pockets of his trousers. When? How? No one knows.... but Who? There was no need to ask.
The Padawan Menace, 2.0.
It was at that thought, that a playful smile danced across Master Heavenshield's face. "I do believe, it is time for you to go meet your new Master. A young Jedi Knight, whom I think you'll get along with just fine. His name is [member=Zak Dymo]."
The rest.... they say.... was history.
SHIP:
Whatever he happens to be on.... or has managed to hotwire.....
KILLS:
Any Dance-floor he comes across.
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
Would a dance-contests prize count???
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