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Valen Tish was born on the planet of Coruscant, the child of two Miralukans. He grew up as a very small minortiy upon his piece of the city world where the children at the local school, which he was informed he was lucky to even be attending, harrassed him every day to his apparent "deformity" in his eyes or rather the lack thereof .It was because of this constant harrassment as a youth he grew disdainful of what he was, as well as large crowds fearing even the most judgemental of individuals.. that is until he became a teenager and was nearly killed.
It was dark, and upon the eve of his seveneteenth year of life when a thug, whom supposedly thought he could take an advantage of someone who he thought was blind, pressed Valen into an alley, and demanded credits. Valen was no stranger to his species natural abillities, albiet the vague outline of the mans life took a while to form, but that while gave the thug all the time he needed to man handle Valen into the alley. However, even though the thug had held a blaster to Valen, he refused to submit. This was one last tally of transgressions and he had had it. The thug had no idea what he was, so when a knee landed squarely in his groin he caught on that his prey wasn't as blind as he had seemed. Nor did he have much time to reflect as his own gun was wrestled from his control and within moments, he lay dead.
However much his act was in self-defence however, murder was murder and there was no proof in Valen's favor to prove it was indeed self-defence. After a very brief trial he was given two options. Deportion to the world of Thyferra or death. Not wishing to die quite yet, and never having heard of the planet he choose deportion, after all his curiousity was piqued. After spending one last, sorrow filled day with his family he left Coruscant to so far never return.
Upon landing on the dreary, arid world his entire curiousity was erased with an utter sense of loathing for the planet. His first weeks were harsh, he wasn't used to the heat, the humidity...the people...all though the small settlement seemed much more tolerant than the predominantly human district he had grown accustomed to upon Coruscant. This may have been due to the fact that the settlement was in fact the most diverse mix of species he had ever seen, and he was positive not all of them were there for their own well being.
It was his time here where he eeked out tangible life skills. First off, he was taught to shoot properly by a Duro, the Duro didn't ask much of him and Valen didn't ask to much of the Duro either. He simply stated that without a gun, Valen would be dead within a month. Valen took a liking to the Duro. He later taught Valen how to effectively play most gambling games of the galaxy as well as pilot a speeder. He was a mentor of sorts until, he got shot over owed gambling debts in plain sight on the street.
Thats when Valen started using his sight in ways he never even imagined, mainly because he never needed to until he arrived upon the world. He started using it strictly to avoid people. While no one had ever been openly hostile to him, the only person on the planet, no the galaxy besides his own parents was dead. It was just another lesson to him, don't grow attached to anything, ever. Nothing was permanent and he began to realize that.
The people of the settlement began to leave, first one at a time, and then in flocks. All he caught in the constant daily banter were talks of oppurtunity from beings known as..."Hutts" quite frankly he didn't quite give a damn about a species of what sounded like sentient housing. He was just happy that the place wasn't so...crowded as it was. However he eventually grew distastful of the enviroment around him when even the few that were stayed in time got up and left.
He could have easily up and left the planet completely with them, but it was some innate sense of curiousity that binded him. The curiousity to stay and find out exactly what the planet was like without the only inhabitants he knew of. This is why he stayed, procuring a meager existince off what was left behind until he fended for himself amongst the jungles. It was a long four years, a very long four years.
Valen never lost himself, he clung to the past more than ever through that time, always reminded himself who he was, what he was, where he was and why he was. Then when the people came back, his shell shattered his socially depraved self emerged, looking rag-tag and miserable he was accepted by the new settlers he ran across. The social stigma of his past having been erased due to such long isolation he talked to them in basic the only language he recalled. Among other things he had forgotten, was his reason for ever being on Thyferra in the first place. Within a year after finally reintergrating himself into what passed for society he became curious of the galaxy around him, and desired to have his curiousity sated.
NAME: Valen Tish
FACTION: Not a clue
RANK: N/A
SPECIES: Miraluka
AGE: 22
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 5'11" or 180cm
WEIGHT: 160lbs or 72.5 kg
EYES: No Eyes
HAIR: Dark Brown
SKIN: Tannish
CREDITS: 1,000 credits
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
Likes&Dislikes
-Valen enjoys learning about new things, history, planets, species pretty much anything
-Valen also loves guns, mainly slug throwers due to the kick back that makes him feel like he's accomplished something whenever he pulls the trigger.
-He enjoys a gamble and playing games of chance
-He dislikes large social gatherings
-He also distastes alchohol, mainly because the taste unerves him
Strengths and Weakness':
Valen despite being somewhat anti-social is extremely good at being empathatic with people ad often lays his sympathies with those whom are less fortunate than others. He is a very capable sho, unknowingly using the force to guide his aim in addition to using his sight to see far off and hidden foes. He is not a capable pilot, he also has little to no experience with melee combat. If left with large crowds in social gatherings he withdraws within himself. He also allows his curiousity to affect him adversely, it being a major drive for his being.
FORCE POWERS:
Force Sight (Constant due to genetics.)
SKILLS:
Valen is able to fly a ship in atmosphere and in space itself but not skillfully. He is also quite capable with a gun, and riding speeders of varying kinds. He often misuses his sight to cheat in certain games of chance and is capable of quickly grasping simple and moderately complex concepts.
LIGHTSABER/SWORD FORMS:
GEAR:
A single worn pistol slug thrower, a combat knife, a black bandana used for his eyes, and basic flight gear.
SHIP:
Valen owns a small freighter that is bare of everything but the essentialls in favor of speed and a better hyperdrive. It bares no name and has a simple boxy shape for a body with an extended curved cockpit. It bears no name so he is less likely to grow attached to in case he needs to abandon it on the fly.
PETS: None
PERSONALITY:
Valen is extremely curious, most of the time unless he is in a down right rotten mood. His curiousity is all consuming and will more often than not cause him more harm than good on his quest for knowledge of everything around him. In addition to which he can be extremely shy, and downright mistrusting of others no matter how well they mean unless he befriends them.
Valen is also a moral mihilist. From his own experiences he has seen nothing that signifies morality even exists, it is subjective to the person beholding one singular event or commiting it. He is not against murder, theft, lying and gambling. He considers nothing a vice or a crutch, and while normally socially withdrawn is more willing to enjoy himself than talk with others.
KILLS:
None.
DUELING RING MATCHES:
None.
GRAND TOURNAMENT MATCHES:
None.
ROLE-PLAYS:
None
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Valen Tish was born on the planet of Coruscant, the child of two Miralukans. He grew up as a very small minortiy upon his piece of the city world where the children at the local school, which he was informed he was lucky to even be attending, harrassed him every day to his apparent "deformity" in his eyes or rather the lack thereof .It was because of this constant harrassment as a youth he grew disdainful of what he was, as well as large crowds fearing even the most judgemental of individuals.. that is until he became a teenager and was nearly killed.
It was dark, and upon the eve of his seveneteenth year of life when a thug, whom supposedly thought he could take an advantage of someone who he thought was blind, pressed Valen into an alley, and demanded credits. Valen was no stranger to his species natural abillities, albiet the vague outline of the mans life took a while to form, but that while gave the thug all the time he needed to man handle Valen into the alley. However, even though the thug had held a blaster to Valen, he refused to submit. This was one last tally of transgressions and he had had it. The thug had no idea what he was, so when a knee landed squarely in his groin he caught on that his prey wasn't as blind as he had seemed. Nor did he have much time to reflect as his own gun was wrestled from his control and within moments, he lay dead.
However much his act was in self-defence however, murder was murder and there was no proof in Valen's favor to prove it was indeed self-defence. After a very brief trial he was given two options. Deportion to the world of Thyferra or death. Not wishing to die quite yet, and never having heard of the planet he choose deportion, after all his curiousity was piqued. After spending one last, sorrow filled day with his family he left Coruscant to so far never return.
Upon landing on the dreary, arid world his entire curiousity was erased with an utter sense of loathing for the planet. His first weeks were harsh, he wasn't used to the heat, the humidity...the people...all though the small settlement seemed much more tolerant than the predominantly human district he had grown accustomed to upon Coruscant. This may have been due to the fact that the settlement was in fact the most diverse mix of species he had ever seen, and he was positive not all of them were there for their own well being.
It was his time here where he eeked out tangible life skills. First off, he was taught to shoot properly by a Duro, the Duro didn't ask much of him and Valen didn't ask to much of the Duro either. He simply stated that without a gun, Valen would be dead within a month. Valen took a liking to the Duro. He later taught Valen how to effectively play most gambling games of the galaxy as well as pilot a speeder. He was a mentor of sorts until, he got shot over owed gambling debts in plain sight on the street.
Thats when Valen started using his sight in ways he never even imagined, mainly because he never needed to until he arrived upon the world. He started using it strictly to avoid people. While no one had ever been openly hostile to him, the only person on the planet, no the galaxy besides his own parents was dead. It was just another lesson to him, don't grow attached to anything, ever. Nothing was permanent and he began to realize that.
The people of the settlement began to leave, first one at a time, and then in flocks. All he caught in the constant daily banter were talks of oppurtunity from beings known as..."Hutts" quite frankly he didn't quite give a damn about a species of what sounded like sentient housing. He was just happy that the place wasn't so...crowded as it was. However he eventually grew distastful of the enviroment around him when even the few that were stayed in time got up and left.
He could have easily up and left the planet completely with them, but it was some innate sense of curiousity that binded him. The curiousity to stay and find out exactly what the planet was like without the only inhabitants he knew of. This is why he stayed, procuring a meager existince off what was left behind until he fended for himself amongst the jungles. It was a long four years, a very long four years.
Valen never lost himself, he clung to the past more than ever through that time, always reminded himself who he was, what he was, where he was and why he was. Then when the people came back, his shell shattered his socially depraved self emerged, looking rag-tag and miserable he was accepted by the new settlers he ran across. The social stigma of his past having been erased due to such long isolation he talked to them in basic the only language he recalled. Among other things he had forgotten, was his reason for ever being on Thyferra in the first place. Within a year after finally reintergrating himself into what passed for society he became curious of the galaxy around him, and desired to have his curiousity sated.
NAME: Valen Tish
FACTION: Not a clue
RANK: N/A
SPECIES: Miraluka
AGE: 22
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 5'11" or 180cm
WEIGHT: 160lbs or 72.5 kg
EYES: No Eyes
HAIR: Dark Brown
SKIN: Tannish
CREDITS: 1,000 credits
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
Likes&Dislikes
-Valen enjoys learning about new things, history, planets, species pretty much anything
-Valen also loves guns, mainly slug throwers due to the kick back that makes him feel like he's accomplished something whenever he pulls the trigger.
-He enjoys a gamble and playing games of chance
-He dislikes large social gatherings
-He also distastes alchohol, mainly because the taste unerves him
Strengths and Weakness':
Valen despite being somewhat anti-social is extremely good at being empathatic with people ad often lays his sympathies with those whom are less fortunate than others. He is a very capable sho, unknowingly using the force to guide his aim in addition to using his sight to see far off and hidden foes. He is not a capable pilot, he also has little to no experience with melee combat. If left with large crowds in social gatherings he withdraws within himself. He also allows his curiousity to affect him adversely, it being a major drive for his being.
FORCE POWERS:
Force Sight (Constant due to genetics.)
SKILLS:
Valen is able to fly a ship in atmosphere and in space itself but not skillfully. He is also quite capable with a gun, and riding speeders of varying kinds. He often misuses his sight to cheat in certain games of chance and is capable of quickly grasping simple and moderately complex concepts.
LIGHTSABER/SWORD FORMS:
GEAR:
A single worn pistol slug thrower, a combat knife, a black bandana used for his eyes, and basic flight gear.
SHIP:
Valen owns a small freighter that is bare of everything but the essentialls in favor of speed and a better hyperdrive. It bares no name and has a simple boxy shape for a body with an extended curved cockpit. It bears no name so he is less likely to grow attached to in case he needs to abandon it on the fly.
PETS: None
PERSONALITY:
Valen is extremely curious, most of the time unless he is in a down right rotten mood. His curiousity is all consuming and will more often than not cause him more harm than good on his quest for knowledge of everything around him. In addition to which he can be extremely shy, and downright mistrusting of others no matter how well they mean unless he befriends them.
Valen is also a moral mihilist. From his own experiences he has seen nothing that signifies morality even exists, it is subjective to the person beholding one singular event or commiting it. He is not against murder, theft, lying and gambling. He considers nothing a vice or a crutch, and while normally socially withdrawn is more willing to enjoy himself than talk with others.
KILLS:
None.
DUELING RING MATCHES:
None.
GRAND TOURNAMENT MATCHES:
None.
ROLE-PLAYS:
None
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