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Poot
AGE
► 35
SPECIES ► Wermal
HEIGHT ► 3'5"
WEIGHT ► 60lb
EYE COLOR ► Brown
HAIR COLOR ► Blonde
HOMEWORLD ► Werma Lesser
GENDER ► Male
FACTION ► Jedi Exiles
RANK ► Apprentice
FORCE SENSITIVITY ► Yes
BIOGRAPHY
Poot began his life kidnapped by the Jedi to be trained in fighting their war. He was born with a condition called Hyperhidrosis, a disease that causes excessive sweating for no reason. Most other Jedi commented how desperate their order must be if Poot needed to be taken. It turns out that Wermals weren't well-built for combat. It took the aid of the Force to make Poot into a being capable of competent lightsaber combat. Poot was instead relegated to a support role; researching planets, species, people, finding out information so the Jedi could do their thing with greater precision. This was fine with him, he could avoid cruel comments and feel like he was being useful. Jedi texts were rarely abusive to him, too.
Fall to the Exiles
Poot had grown dissatisfied with the Jedi for quite some time before he decided to leave their ranks. The Tragedy at Ilum weighed heavily on his mind, and he decided that if Syresh Lapar of all people would betray the Jedi, then there was good reason for it. Perhaps he'd seen that Poot experienced every day: A Jedi Order that was cruel and unjust as a whole. He wasn't treated as an equal, he could see it in the eyes of other Jedi when he walked through the halls, one squishy step at a time. He could hear the comments made in earshot. After a lifetime of hearing these comments and experiencing that sort of treatment, it was impossible to not grow resentful and even hate some members of the Jedi. It seemed like they gave him no opportunity to prove himself, whereas every Exile was expected to be their best. The Exiles didn't force each other into the dirt.
He struggled with these feelings for years. He tried going to a Master for wisdom, but got so scared of admitting how he felt that he never ended up talking to the guy. Poot at one point got a inter-species hair transplant in an attempt to make himself look more appealing to the other Jedi. It did not work. He felt like a complete stranger among the Jedi, a rough thing to endure emotionally and mentally.
So Poot left, he snuck away in the middle of a mission, stealing the hyperdrive-equipped support ship while the rest of the team was on the planet's surface. He found the Exiles and after much laughter, they realized he was serious. They dubiously welcomed him into their ranks after he bled his lightsaber's crystal.
He struggled with these feelings for years. He tried going to a Master for wisdom, but got so scared of admitting how he felt that he never ended up talking to the guy. Poot at one point got a inter-species hair transplant in an attempt to make himself look more appealing to the other Jedi. It did not work. He felt like a complete stranger among the Jedi, a rough thing to endure emotionally and mentally.
So Poot left, he snuck away in the middle of a mission, stealing the hyperdrive-equipped support ship while the rest of the team was on the planet's surface. He found the Exiles and after much laughter, they realized he was serious. They dubiously welcomed him into their ranks after he bled his lightsaber's crystal.
Current Status
Poot is among the lowest Exiles, but he considers this an upgrade from the Jedi. He continues to have his love of texts and knowledge, and has proven to be an excellent scholar and researcher. This does not excuse him from taking part personally in some missions. He doesn't mind that, hands-on experience was what he wanted, after all. He enjoyed being able to go out and make a difference. He tends to use the Force to accomplish his goals rather than flashy lightsaber combat, and believes that one day he will be a powerful sorceror. Just look at him, a master duelist his form does not permit. At the end of the day, Poot desires power. He wants to show the Jedi that they had massively underestimated and underutilized him. They used to laugh. Now he desires that one day the galaxy will come to fear the name Poot.
Personality
Most people consider Poot to be a disgusting monster. This is influenced by his constant sweating, and his diet of marshmallows and mayonnaise. He is an eager student of the Force, always ready to learn something new or explore a new path of knowledge. Poot is fine with the solitary life of an Exile. Bad things tended to happen when they gathered in large numbers. He has yet to take part in a major Exile operation, but hopes to be able to one day.
Poot tends to stammer when meeting new people. His stammer is improved greatly from his days as a Jedi when even people he knew could say something snide at any given moment. That made him nervous.
Poot tends to stammer when meeting new people. His stammer is improved greatly from his days as a Jedi when even people he knew could say something snide at any given moment. That made him nervous.
Equipment
Shoto Lightsaber - A lightsaber scaled down for Poot's stature, the blade is 45 cm long, a hair under half the length of a standard lightsaber. He keeps this saber well hidden, acutely aware of the bounty. He only takes it out of a hidden pocket in his pack as a last resort, or if it is absolutely needed.
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