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NAME: Trivaard Trian'qov
Alias: Triv
FACTION: Independant
SPECIES: Bothan
AGE: 29 Years Old
GENDER: Male
FORCE SENSITIVE: No
APPEARANCE:
At a height of 1.8 Meters, Trivaard is very much taller than the average Bothan. Along with his height, he also has a very slim build, without much muscle behind him. His fur isn't average either, while having the normal brown color to it, he also has blonde streaks flowing through it in certain areas, from interracial breeding that happened nearly 3 generations before his. Because of his age and stress he has patches of graying fur all the way throughout. He has a majority of feline features, with a few canine features here and there, including pointed ears and a very strong nose. His most prominent features are the mane around his neck and his soft brown eyes. Due to a traumatic experience, he lost his non-dominant left arm, which he replaced with a flimsy mechanical one made out of scrap metal and steel that he found here and there. On him he wears a light metal plated top, and a pair of pants torn from years of activity.
ATTRIBUTES:
While lacking in strength, his height has its advantages. With his long legs he is able to move much faster than the average person, while his catlike feet allow him to be agile and move quietly. His dog-like ears and sensitive nose also allow him to hear and smell objects from further away. His lack of muscle attributes to him being rather unskilled in close combat. Because of his lineage, and how he grew up, he is also very intellectual.
PERSONALITY:
Trivaard is very solitary, trusting very few people. The people that he does trust have all proven their trustworthiness to him. His lack of trust doesn't get in his way socially, actively traveling to bars to meet new people. He is always seeking knowledge, wanting to be one of the wisest in all of the galaxies. Along with that he is also very curious, when he gets to a new place, he attempts to learn all the lore and stories that he can, frequently going to bars to here stories from drunken customers, and from the bartenders. His main goal in life is to learn all of the secrets that the universe stores. While actively seeking wisdom, he also carries in his heart a large amount of jealousy. He envies anyone that is force-sensitive, because they can experience something that he will never have knowledge of.
BIOGRAPHY:
Born on the planet Bothawui, Trivaard was always believed to be something special. His family was considered royalty, because of their pure-blood lineage, at least that was before he was born. Trivaard was born with thick brown fur, and as he grew older he developed blonde streaks throughout, something that was impossible for purebreds. Because of this his family was faced with a decision, to keep the child, and face being shunned as liars throughout many generations, or to send the child away, somewhere that would make it impossible for him to be found. At that time he was 3 years old. They took the easy route, and put him in a ship with a droid that would pilot the ship. They sent him to a far off unnamed planet, where he crashlanded, after the droid malfunctioned, sending the ship into a forest. The impact sent the toddler Trivaard crashing through the windshield, mutilating his left arm. He was found by a group of outcasts, all of many different species. After rummaging the ship, the group came across the droid, who they fixed. The droid let them know of what had happened and why they flew to that planet in the first place. The group, knowing what it is like to be abandoned by their own race, decided to raise the young Bothan.
They raised him until he was 16. He had always been envious of a few other children, because they were born with "the gift", Force Sensitivity. He vowed to himself one day that he will unlock the power behind it, if he had to unlock every secret the universe had to offer. Then one day he was tinkering with the droid, when he came across a message inside of its code, that read to keep Trivaard away from Bothawui. He wondered why, so he asked his new family, and they told him the story. After hearing the story, he went into a rage, wondering why they didn't tell him sooner. He knows he has a family out there, and he wants to meet them, but not to see them. For vengeance. He blamed them for everything, the fact that he wasn't force sensitive, the fact that he has one arm, and for the fact that he grew up as an outcast. He realized that he wouldn't be able to get his vengeance with that droid still around, so he destroyed it, using the parts to create an artificial arm for himself. He then stole a small cargo ship and a scout blaster and fled from the planet. His next stop, not even he knew, his first goal was to figure out the secret to Force Sensitivity, after that, vengeance. For the next three years, he took odd jobs here and there, using them to get just enough credits to survive. To go along with those odd jobs, he quickly learned his way around his scout blaster, and found himself with a shot as precise as to hit a target from a maximum of 5 kilometers away.
After a mission gone wrong with two other people who left him to be arrested, he spent 5 years in prison. Finally being released on a plea deal he went to the planet where he was captured and became the leader of an illegal weapon sales crime syndicate. Buying off authorities he runs untamed in a city on the planet.
SKILLS:
One of his most notable abilities is Wrendui, which is the body language of Bothans, that causes his fur to ripple certain ways in response to emotion. He also has the ability to move swiftly and quietly. His nose and ears make him able to detect things from further away. After three years of traveling alone, he has mastered the art of being a marksman with his scout blaster.
GEAR:
Robotic arm crafted from a dismantled droid and some scrap metal. Average Scout Blaster, battered and scarred from use, with a distinct X carved into the butt of it. Light metal top for limited protection. Small concealed blade, used to stealthily take out enemies. Small one shot blaster hidden underneath belt.
ROLE-PLAYS:
Looking For Trouble
RELATIONSHIPS:
(N/A)
SHIP:
Compact Cargo Ship fitted with small blasters controlled by driver. Roughly 20 Meters in length and 10 in width
DROIDS:
(N/A)
PETS:
(N/A)
KILLS:
(N/A)
COMBAT:
(N/A)
Alias: Triv
FACTION: Independant
SPECIES: Bothan
AGE: 29 Years Old
GENDER: Male
FORCE SENSITIVE: No
APPEARANCE:
At a height of 1.8 Meters, Trivaard is very much taller than the average Bothan. Along with his height, he also has a very slim build, without much muscle behind him. His fur isn't average either, while having the normal brown color to it, he also has blonde streaks flowing through it in certain areas, from interracial breeding that happened nearly 3 generations before his. Because of his age and stress he has patches of graying fur all the way throughout. He has a majority of feline features, with a few canine features here and there, including pointed ears and a very strong nose. His most prominent features are the mane around his neck and his soft brown eyes. Due to a traumatic experience, he lost his non-dominant left arm, which he replaced with a flimsy mechanical one made out of scrap metal and steel that he found here and there. On him he wears a light metal plated top, and a pair of pants torn from years of activity.
ATTRIBUTES:
While lacking in strength, his height has its advantages. With his long legs he is able to move much faster than the average person, while his catlike feet allow him to be agile and move quietly. His dog-like ears and sensitive nose also allow him to hear and smell objects from further away. His lack of muscle attributes to him being rather unskilled in close combat. Because of his lineage, and how he grew up, he is also very intellectual.
PERSONALITY:
Trivaard is very solitary, trusting very few people. The people that he does trust have all proven their trustworthiness to him. His lack of trust doesn't get in his way socially, actively traveling to bars to meet new people. He is always seeking knowledge, wanting to be one of the wisest in all of the galaxies. Along with that he is also very curious, when he gets to a new place, he attempts to learn all the lore and stories that he can, frequently going to bars to here stories from drunken customers, and from the bartenders. His main goal in life is to learn all of the secrets that the universe stores. While actively seeking wisdom, he also carries in his heart a large amount of jealousy. He envies anyone that is force-sensitive, because they can experience something that he will never have knowledge of.
BIOGRAPHY:
Born on the planet Bothawui, Trivaard was always believed to be something special. His family was considered royalty, because of their pure-blood lineage, at least that was before he was born. Trivaard was born with thick brown fur, and as he grew older he developed blonde streaks throughout, something that was impossible for purebreds. Because of this his family was faced with a decision, to keep the child, and face being shunned as liars throughout many generations, or to send the child away, somewhere that would make it impossible for him to be found. At that time he was 3 years old. They took the easy route, and put him in a ship with a droid that would pilot the ship. They sent him to a far off unnamed planet, where he crashlanded, after the droid malfunctioned, sending the ship into a forest. The impact sent the toddler Trivaard crashing through the windshield, mutilating his left arm. He was found by a group of outcasts, all of many different species. After rummaging the ship, the group came across the droid, who they fixed. The droid let them know of what had happened and why they flew to that planet in the first place. The group, knowing what it is like to be abandoned by their own race, decided to raise the young Bothan.
They raised him until he was 16. He had always been envious of a few other children, because they were born with "the gift", Force Sensitivity. He vowed to himself one day that he will unlock the power behind it, if he had to unlock every secret the universe had to offer. Then one day he was tinkering with the droid, when he came across a message inside of its code, that read to keep Trivaard away from Bothawui. He wondered why, so he asked his new family, and they told him the story. After hearing the story, he went into a rage, wondering why they didn't tell him sooner. He knows he has a family out there, and he wants to meet them, but not to see them. For vengeance. He blamed them for everything, the fact that he wasn't force sensitive, the fact that he has one arm, and for the fact that he grew up as an outcast. He realized that he wouldn't be able to get his vengeance with that droid still around, so he destroyed it, using the parts to create an artificial arm for himself. He then stole a small cargo ship and a scout blaster and fled from the planet. His next stop, not even he knew, his first goal was to figure out the secret to Force Sensitivity, after that, vengeance. For the next three years, he took odd jobs here and there, using them to get just enough credits to survive. To go along with those odd jobs, he quickly learned his way around his scout blaster, and found himself with a shot as precise as to hit a target from a maximum of 5 kilometers away.
After a mission gone wrong with two other people who left him to be arrested, he spent 5 years in prison. Finally being released on a plea deal he went to the planet where he was captured and became the leader of an illegal weapon sales crime syndicate. Buying off authorities he runs untamed in a city on the planet.
SKILLS:
One of his most notable abilities is Wrendui, which is the body language of Bothans, that causes his fur to ripple certain ways in response to emotion. He also has the ability to move swiftly and quietly. His nose and ears make him able to detect things from further away. After three years of traveling alone, he has mastered the art of being a marksman with his scout blaster.
GEAR:
Robotic arm crafted from a dismantled droid and some scrap metal. Average Scout Blaster, battered and scarred from use, with a distinct X carved into the butt of it. Light metal top for limited protection. Small concealed blade, used to stealthily take out enemies. Small one shot blaster hidden underneath belt.
ROLE-PLAYS:
Looking For Trouble
RELATIONSHIPS:
(N/A)
SHIP:
Compact Cargo Ship fitted with small blasters controlled by driver. Roughly 20 Meters in length and 10 in width
DROIDS:
(N/A)
PETS:
(N/A)
KILLS:
(N/A)
COMBAT:
(N/A)
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