Santoo
Awoken Tree
NAME: Santoo
FACTION: (Order of the Silver Jedi)
RANK: Jedi Medic
SPECIES: Neti
AGE: 246
SEX: Tree
HEIGHT: 3 - 7.8m
WEIGHT: 290lbs
EYES: Black
HAIR: Green leaves.
SKIN: Brown
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
All neti are force sensitive. The live for thousands of years, they require only water and broad-spectrum light for food. They can adjust their size drastically, and they can appear to be an average tree. Santoo specifically is more interested in fine-tuning his control and manipulation over raw power and punch. He'd much rather control twenty moderate sized things for an extended period over being able to, say, rip a capital ship from orbit. Negatives: They need water and broad spectrum light to survive. They are plants. Their reproduction is slow. Aversion to fire.
APPEARANCE:
If someone wasn't paying attention, and he wasn't moving, one would simply register Santoo as a tree. It wouldn't raise any alarms seeing him standing in a park or among other trees, because that is what he appears to be. Only when active is one easily able to pick out where his mouth, his eyes, and other features he possesses.
BIOGRAPHY:
It's hard to predict how someone will act when their home is destroyed. Some feel they must join in the desctruction, that they have no place without it. Some feel like it is their obligation to gain a new home to replace the one that was lost. Saroo did neither of these things, Santoo slept. He was not forced to sleep out of grief, but out of horror from his own emotions. Or the lack thereof. He felt nothing, even as he knew his people were dying, burning, drowning out the sounds of those who could go to their aid. He felt nothing of loss or grief. It was as if he'd watch someone step on an ant, and something told him in the back of his head that ant was important. He'd left the homeworld to pursue jedi training outside from those that had taught everyone he knew. Lucky day.
That is why, among countless other trees of Endor, he slept and waited. Every so often he'd awaken from his sleep to see the forest changing around him, and he supposed he was changing as well. It was only when he saw machines blasting away at some of the indigenous creatures did he care. It wasn't that he liked the furry things. They could be quite annoying, but what were those machines? Why were they blasting the creatures? He had to know, so he woke up. He didn't move, or help, but he listened, he waited, and he watched until he knew at least enough that it was time. It was time to continue to train as a Jedi. Time to wake up.
SHIP:
No ship.
KILLS:
None
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
None
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ROLE-PLAYS:
Finally Awake, First Dream
FACTION: (Order of the Silver Jedi)
RANK: Jedi Medic
SPECIES: Neti
AGE: 246
SEX: Tree
HEIGHT: 3 - 7.8m
WEIGHT: 290lbs
EYES: Black
HAIR: Green leaves.
SKIN: Brown
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
All neti are force sensitive. The live for thousands of years, they require only water and broad-spectrum light for food. They can adjust their size drastically, and they can appear to be an average tree. Santoo specifically is more interested in fine-tuning his control and manipulation over raw power and punch. He'd much rather control twenty moderate sized things for an extended period over being able to, say, rip a capital ship from orbit. Negatives: They need water and broad spectrum light to survive. They are plants. Their reproduction is slow. Aversion to fire.
APPEARANCE:
If someone wasn't paying attention, and he wasn't moving, one would simply register Santoo as a tree. It wouldn't raise any alarms seeing him standing in a park or among other trees, because that is what he appears to be. Only when active is one easily able to pick out where his mouth, his eyes, and other features he possesses.
BIOGRAPHY:
It's hard to predict how someone will act when their home is destroyed. Some feel they must join in the desctruction, that they have no place without it. Some feel like it is their obligation to gain a new home to replace the one that was lost. Saroo did neither of these things, Santoo slept. He was not forced to sleep out of grief, but out of horror from his own emotions. Or the lack thereof. He felt nothing, even as he knew his people were dying, burning, drowning out the sounds of those who could go to their aid. He felt nothing of loss or grief. It was as if he'd watch someone step on an ant, and something told him in the back of his head that ant was important. He'd left the homeworld to pursue jedi training outside from those that had taught everyone he knew. Lucky day.
That is why, among countless other trees of Endor, he slept and waited. Every so often he'd awaken from his sleep to see the forest changing around him, and he supposed he was changing as well. It was only when he saw machines blasting away at some of the indigenous creatures did he care. It wasn't that he liked the furry things. They could be quite annoying, but what were those machines? Why were they blasting the creatures? He had to know, so he woke up. He didn't move, or help, but he listened, he waited, and he watched until he knew at least enough that it was time. It was time to continue to train as a Jedi. Time to wake up.
SHIP:
No ship.
KILLS:
None
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
None
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ROLE-PLAYS:
Finally Awake, First Dream
Looks like a cool character