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NAME: Otus Wycolm
FACTION: Jedi Covenant
RANK: Jedi Prospect
SPECIES: Mirialan
AGE: 61
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 6’5”
WEIGHT: 205 lbs.
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
APPEARANCE:
Otus is large and is usually given a wide berth walking through crowds. He has green skin typical of his species. He has long grey hair though it’s always kept up in a bun. He also has a full beard that extends past his face reaching his collarbone. He has three rhombuses on his face, all in a row under his right eye representing what he sees as accomplishments. Though he is large, his athleticism shows something to be desired as though it’s clear he possesses muscles they are not defined and haven’t seen much use in some time.
ATTRIBUTES:
Otus values family above all else. He also has little patience for bantha fodder and malarkey in general. He is also very protective of those he cares for, always selfless in his motivations. He is also a very good cook, having found a passion for it after becoming a family man. His actual profession however was that of a tailor, making him great with clothing and little details in general. However, in an ever changing and progressing galaxy, he is very much technologically illiterate, having given up on keeping pace with the advancements of the galaxy. He is also very much a small picture kind of person, making it hard for him to think several steps ahead. His problem solving also leaves much to be desired as for him the simplest solution is logically the best solution. A classic case of working hard vs. working smart.
PERSONALITY:
Otus is kind and gentle at heart. He believes life is a beautiful thing that too many people squander away needlessly. He wants to be a good influence on everyone he meets. He’s the first person to greet newcomers and the last to say goodbye. However he doesn’t tolerate liars and refuses to lie sometimes to his detriment. He can be very irritable when things don’t go his way and that goes double for those he finds annoying. Any threat to his family is met with his fury, but on the rare occasions he does fight he does so to scare not harm. The last thing he wants to do is cause serious hurt to someone, so he’d sooner make them turn and flee than break something important. He hates those who seek to hog attention and is a firm believer in actions speak louder than words.
BIOGRAPHY:
Otus was born to a simple family on a space station in the Outer Rim. His parents Jo’El a human and Zuxy Lu a mirialan, whom were pirates and smugglers respectively who met when his father tried to steal her cargo. He ended up stealing her heart. Together they had a single child, Otus. They became black market dealers on the aforementioned space station, the criminal equivalent to settling down. Early in his life Otus became known to be force sensitive and caught the eye of a sith looking for an apprentice of his own. But Otus’ family was naturally inclined to distrusting authority, and nothing was more “authority” than the Imperials. So Otus was never trained. Raised by illicit dealers he learned how to spot trouble, when to avoid it, and when to confront it. He didn’t exactly take to the family business however and decided to go see the galaxy. At age 20 he started traveling across the galaxy, trying to “find himself” as most people his age do.
However everything changed soon after. Though he failed to find himself metaphorically speaking, he did find Petrona, a Togruta woman he met on her species’ home world. From that point on he would be devoted to her. He took her home to meet his family, which was a little awkward since they had both been arrested while Otus was away, and after getting her father’s blessing they married at age 22. Two short years later they had twin boys Jimbi and Baub. Six years after that they had a daughter, Dyxy. He got a job as a tailor to help put food on the table, and Petrona literally put food on the table working as a baker. His sons grew up fast, Jimbi becoming an amateur pod racer and Baub an amateur big game hunter. And his little princess Dyxy went off to become a famous singer on Coruscant. He was fifty when they left and he and Petrona planned to make the most of their retirement.
Unfortunately, over the course of the next five years, Petrona’s health deteriorated. The woman he’d loved for 34 years passed away when she was only 54. After several years of grief, Otus got back to relative normalcy. He continued to live on the space station and worked wherever he could. But ever since he started living alone, he’s felt empty. Without motivation or purpose. Just wasting away on the space station. He kept himself busy as a tailor and even serving as extra hands in the local diner, but it wasn’t enough. He needed something else. So he made what was admittedly a reflex purchase and got a vulptex pup to keep him company. Still, he yearns for some sense of purpose, of excitement. Something to break the mundane nature of serving on an intergalactic truck stop. Until that day comes, he spends his time with Shiny, sharing stories with spacers about the places they’ve visited and the master of galactic news.
SKILLS:
+++Tailoring
++Cooking
+Brawling
-Stamina
- -Techwise
- - -Critical Thinking
GEAR:
Sewing Kit, snack bars, locket with wife’s picture inside, survival knife, assorted candies
ROLE-PLAYS:
TBD
PETS:
A vulptex pup named Shiny
FACTION: Jedi Covenant
RANK: Jedi Prospect
SPECIES: Mirialan
AGE: 61
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 6’5”
WEIGHT: 205 lbs.
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
APPEARANCE:
Otus is large and is usually given a wide berth walking through crowds. He has green skin typical of his species. He has long grey hair though it’s always kept up in a bun. He also has a full beard that extends past his face reaching his collarbone. He has three rhombuses on his face, all in a row under his right eye representing what he sees as accomplishments. Though he is large, his athleticism shows something to be desired as though it’s clear he possesses muscles they are not defined and haven’t seen much use in some time.
ATTRIBUTES:
Otus values family above all else. He also has little patience for bantha fodder and malarkey in general. He is also very protective of those he cares for, always selfless in his motivations. He is also a very good cook, having found a passion for it after becoming a family man. His actual profession however was that of a tailor, making him great with clothing and little details in general. However, in an ever changing and progressing galaxy, he is very much technologically illiterate, having given up on keeping pace with the advancements of the galaxy. He is also very much a small picture kind of person, making it hard for him to think several steps ahead. His problem solving also leaves much to be desired as for him the simplest solution is logically the best solution. A classic case of working hard vs. working smart.
PERSONALITY:
Otus is kind and gentle at heart. He believes life is a beautiful thing that too many people squander away needlessly. He wants to be a good influence on everyone he meets. He’s the first person to greet newcomers and the last to say goodbye. However he doesn’t tolerate liars and refuses to lie sometimes to his detriment. He can be very irritable when things don’t go his way and that goes double for those he finds annoying. Any threat to his family is met with his fury, but on the rare occasions he does fight he does so to scare not harm. The last thing he wants to do is cause serious hurt to someone, so he’d sooner make them turn and flee than break something important. He hates those who seek to hog attention and is a firm believer in actions speak louder than words.
BIOGRAPHY:
Otus was born to a simple family on a space station in the Outer Rim. His parents Jo’El a human and Zuxy Lu a mirialan, whom were pirates and smugglers respectively who met when his father tried to steal her cargo. He ended up stealing her heart. Together they had a single child, Otus. They became black market dealers on the aforementioned space station, the criminal equivalent to settling down. Early in his life Otus became known to be force sensitive and caught the eye of a sith looking for an apprentice of his own. But Otus’ family was naturally inclined to distrusting authority, and nothing was more “authority” than the Imperials. So Otus was never trained. Raised by illicit dealers he learned how to spot trouble, when to avoid it, and when to confront it. He didn’t exactly take to the family business however and decided to go see the galaxy. At age 20 he started traveling across the galaxy, trying to “find himself” as most people his age do.
However everything changed soon after. Though he failed to find himself metaphorically speaking, he did find Petrona, a Togruta woman he met on her species’ home world. From that point on he would be devoted to her. He took her home to meet his family, which was a little awkward since they had both been arrested while Otus was away, and after getting her father’s blessing they married at age 22. Two short years later they had twin boys Jimbi and Baub. Six years after that they had a daughter, Dyxy. He got a job as a tailor to help put food on the table, and Petrona literally put food on the table working as a baker. His sons grew up fast, Jimbi becoming an amateur pod racer and Baub an amateur big game hunter. And his little princess Dyxy went off to become a famous singer on Coruscant. He was fifty when they left and he and Petrona planned to make the most of their retirement.
Unfortunately, over the course of the next five years, Petrona’s health deteriorated. The woman he’d loved for 34 years passed away when she was only 54. After several years of grief, Otus got back to relative normalcy. He continued to live on the space station and worked wherever he could. But ever since he started living alone, he’s felt empty. Without motivation or purpose. Just wasting away on the space station. He kept himself busy as a tailor and even serving as extra hands in the local diner, but it wasn’t enough. He needed something else. So he made what was admittedly a reflex purchase and got a vulptex pup to keep him company. Still, he yearns for some sense of purpose, of excitement. Something to break the mundane nature of serving on an intergalactic truck stop. Until that day comes, he spends his time with Shiny, sharing stories with spacers about the places they’ve visited and the master of galactic news.
SKILLS:
+++Tailoring
++Cooking
+Brawling
-Stamina
- -Techwise
- - -Critical Thinking
GEAR:
Sewing Kit, snack bars, locket with wife’s picture inside, survival knife, assorted candies
ROLE-PLAYS:
TBD
PETS:
A vulptex pup named Shiny
