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Narpoo

AGE
► 15​
SPECIES
► Ewok​
HEIGHT
► 0.5 meters​
WEIGHT
► 50kg​
EYE COLOR
► Brown​
HAIR COLOR
► Mix brown and black​
HOMEWORLD
► Endor​
GENDER
► Male​
FACTION
► Hutt Cartel​
RANK
► Basadi (Bounty Hunter)​
FORCE SENSITIVITY
► Unknown​
BIOGRAPHY
Many people assume, upon seeing the diminutive, and in many ways, adorable, Narpoo, that his life has been one of bumbling, happy gaiety and joy. Perhaps he was plucked from his primitive way of life by a generous traveller, becoming that witty sidekick we read about in the holo-books, every a quip to hand, the pluck and character of jester, a cute ball of love and fluff ready to entertain.

Those assumptions could not be further from the truth, however some solace could be found if one looked deep enough into the Ewoks history. Born to a loving family in the Stout Pine Village, one of the many Ewok settlements that dot the canopy of the forest moon, Narpoo was the first born runt of the Tribal Shaman Lampoo and his mate, Cheepa. For much of his formative years, he would wander into the woods with his father, learning how to track prey, how to weave the roof of a hut, so that on day he could start a family of his own.

Soon, a sister was born to his parents, Nalpa, and as was tradition, the young Narpoo was expected to take up his spear and bow, and head to the forest floor to start a life of his own. An adept hunter, Narpoo had little issue in attracting a mate, and built himself a hut in the canopy for his new mate, Narpa - and soon they would be wed, and a festival before the village - a young litter following soon after.

For a time, life was kind to Narpoo, but then - the slavers came.

Dropping from the heavens in great metallic birds, that spat flame and belched death, Narpoo was out hunting for big game at the time of their arrival, and rushed back to the village. Alas, it was all to little, all to late, for Narpoo arrived to see his village swimming with scaled monsters from far off worlds, his father - as was his role as a shaman - attempting to ward the demons away with a ritual dance, standing before Narpoos wife and littler, mother and sister, only to be cruelly cut down by one of the demon creatures.

The young ewok watched, powerless to intervene, as his family and tribe found themselves as the main course in festival of cruel gluttony that went on for hours. Waiting for the lizard creatures to leave, Narpoo went to his families remains, and buried what was left of them - taking the bones from his father's shamanic staff and placing them onto his belt and headpiece - continuing his family's legacy in doing so.

Vowing revenge, as the last member of his Tribe, Village and Family, Narpoo tracked down the Hunters - who gradually broke off into various camps across the moons northern hemisphere to track down larger and more profitable ‘prey’. Tracking them, learning their sleeping patterns and movements, methods of combat and communication, even down to what they chose to eat and wear, Narpoo formed a plan to exact his revenge.

The first camp, he took at night, drugging their drink, and burning their paralyzed bodies whilst they slept. The second camp, he snuck in at night, slitting their throats whilst they rested. Other camps, he lead into the path of stampeding beasts, or left food supplies open to the attention of Endors more vicious predators. Eating what remained of them after each camp, he left nothing by way of tracable evidence - before stealing away on one of their reinforcement ships, to trace them back to their source.

The ship would take him to Nar Shaddaa, wherein, to a chorus of laughs, the Ewok signed up as a Bounty Hunter - offered next to nothing by way of payment, such was the lack of faith the contractors had in him. However, understanding that he needed more resources to track down the creature that had ordered the destruction of his village, he took on a series of jobs - shocking his employers with his effectiveness as he did so.

He turned down rewards in ‘Credits’ at first, taking ‘Blades’ as payment - seeing weapons as more useful than ‘plastic cards’. Soon however, as his arsenal grew, he began to learn the use of the ‘Credit’ and became a reasonably well respected Hunter in his own right. Understanding the need to build a reputation, he ensured that his kills would always bear the tribal mark of his people, carved into their foreheads and chests upon his ‘completion of the job’.

Remaining somewhat shamanistic, he became known for eating parts of his enemies when he had defeated them - this flair and character proving irresistible to the Hutts whom he worked for, and soon he was brought on as a retainer into the court of Miwa Hutt.

Yub Yub.


Equipment

  • Vibro-Spear
  • Vibro-Knife (2)
  • Wooden Club
  • Bow and Arrow
  • Various Canon Poisons
 
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The Prime Peggat was abuzz with activity, those finely dressed men and women of the so-called Cantonic upper-crust mingling shoulder to shoulder with wideyed tourists and slick looking mobsters alike. It was a microcosm of the wider culture of Canto Bight, the thin venere of glitz and glamour hiding the thick grease of scum that lied beneath. Dresses worth more than some outer-rim planets sat on the backs of lithe yet strangely grotesque beasts, glinted alongside gaudy headpieces and fantastical accessories that would send most core-world fashionistas running giddy.

Off from the main gambling floor sat one of the higher-class lounges, reserved for the so-called high rollers that ever-so-often frequented the Casino. Picked out in large letters on a stone floor-piece, in silver, could be seen the words Sarlaacs Lounge, the silver logo beneath the word making the name eponimous to the lounge it fronted. It was more quiet inside, the softer music wafting over the heavy cloud of smoke (some of which not entirely legitimate) that rose from the high roller tables, whilst at the back, cordened by a golden barrier and protected by two pillar-like bouncers - humans, looking as though they had been cut from granite - resided the owner of the Casino at his own private booth.

Frank Vensettini - the owner of the Casino in question - sat at his table, alone, a drink in his hand, and a small data-slate resting on the immaculate white table-cloth. He sat like a pool of calm in the ocean of chaotic and frantic behavior, even in the somewhat relaxed confines of the VIP lounge, the only loud voices coming from spectators - ooing and aaing when a draw went sour on their favoured better. Dressed in his armoured suit, which enabled him to sit in reasonable comfort whilst not looking out of place, a cravat about his neck secured by the Peggat logo of the casino, set in gold (naturally) - he was waiting for a guest, and informed the two heavy-set guards of that fact.

"My guest should be arriving soon," the two brutish guards, dressed in armoured suits like him, covered off with large black long-coats turned slightly, looking at him through their Vindler Sight Readers non-chalantly "...as usual, no weapons - they know the rules of the House." the guards nodded again, fully aware of the rules of th Casino forbidding weapons. Nobody was allowed in, bar the owner and his security (who came with pistols and stun batons), not even the CBPD, if armed.

One of the guards raised his right hand to a small earpiece, mumbling something in reply to the hidden voice that was broadcast, and looking at the 'boss' "They're here Boss." the brute said, not that he needed to, for Frank could see on the camera feed on his data-slate. He waved them away, thanking them with a nod, and returned his attention to his slate, watching his guests progress through the venue.
 
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