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Ejani Hwit
I’m just a mommas boy who’s too far from home...
Name: ”I’m Ejani, Ejani Hwit, and it sure is nice to meet you!”
Race: ”I’m human enough, but my momma used to call me her little rancor when I was younger.”
Gender: ”...I’m a guy...it’s the hair isn’t it.”
Age: ”I’m only nineteen, but I’m ready for anything life can throw at me!”
Homeworld: “Born and raised on Aldeeran, folks there are nice enough if you stay out of the politics.”
Factions: ”None...unless you count the swoop bike enthusiast club I joined when I was twelve.”
Rank: ”None, but in the club I got to assisstant swoop bike expert!...the club was just me and my dad though.”
Race: ”I’m human enough, but my momma used to call me her little rancor when I was younger.”
Gender: ”...I’m a guy...it’s the hair isn’t it.”
Age: ”I’m only nineteen, but I’m ready for anything life can throw at me!”
Homeworld: “Born and raised on Aldeeran, folks there are nice enough if you stay out of the politics.”
Factions: ”None...unless you count the swoop bike enthusiast club I joined when I was twelve.”
Rank: ”None, but in the club I got to assisstant swoop bike expert!...the club was just me and my dad though.”
Appearance: Ejani is a young man just into his early adulthood. His skin is a somewhat tan caucasian, with the only blemishes being the large fang marks on his left shoulder, a reminder of his first deed of heroism. His hair is a dirty blonde and he wears it semi-long, just enough to keep it out of his eyes. His eyes are a pale green with specks of hazel. He is handsome by Human standards...at least that’s what his mother always told him. His face is somewhat, as he does his best to appear 'traveled'. His physique is muscular and somewhat sculpted, with his somewhat average height of six feet adding to what likely makes him a daunting opponent. His face is unlined and fresh, markers of his young age. The only truly unique thing about him is a red cord fastened to his right wrist, a reminder of home.
Personality: Ejani is a joyful and lively person, who does his best to live life to the fullest. He often tries make light of any situation he is in, though he can be serious when the situation calls for it. To anyone he would call friend or family he is faithful and will endure anything to defend them. Growing up and just only now leaving his home, Ejani can be described as being very naive, and trusting. It's hard for him to judge peoples character, and know their hidden intentions.
Just a farm boy in a world he doesn’t understand:
Throughout his childhood Ejani had never wanted to be a spacer, hell he had never even thought about it! He was perfectly content with staying at the small farm he was born one and living the peaceful life of a farmer. Unlike most children Ejani didn't spend his childhood roaming the nearby forests or playing pretend with friends, he spent his days working in the field with his father. When he wasn't working he was reading, not stories of spectacular battles or great heroes but of economics and trading practices he had borrowed from their closest neighbors. From age ten to seventeen Ejani had dreams of opening up his own shop. Yet as dreams sometimes do, it faded. After he had taken up a job in a bar in the nearby city he began to overhear some of the stories of mercenaries and spacers who rested and drank their woes away there. Soon his head was filled with tales of close firefights, daring rescues, and credits beyond his wildest dreams.
Soon it was all he thought about, and it was often that his father had to draw him out of his day dreams to finish the work that needed to be done. His taste in books changed rapidly as well, rather than devoting his time to read up on how to be successful in the changing market he was saving all he credits for supplies. Many a night was spent dreaming of the possibilities if he became an spacer like those in the bar. When his nineteenth birthday finally arrived he had made up his mind, using what credit he had gathered over the past few years he went out and bought himself a secondhand spacer outfit, and a used blaster to go with it. The next day he set out on his new journey to become an accomplished spacer, with many a tearful goodbye to his parents he left for the spaceport. As he was about to leavd his mother gave him one parting gift. A crimson cord, one of the many his parents used to tie up farm goods. Then with one final hug he was off to fulfill his dream.
Not a week later did Ejani get his first taste of action, while he was searching for jobs at a spaceport a family was suddenly dragged out of a ship by two men. As he edged closer for a better look he saw that the two aggressors were drawing blasters, it was apparent that they were about to harm the man, woman, and child sprawled on the ground before them. Without thinking Ejani had already unholstered his blaster and shouted for them to stop as loud as his voice would allow. The two men turned around and once they had gotten a good look at him burst into laughter. The laughter was soon cut short when two lightning fast shots rang out, and the two men slumped on the ground, dead. The encounter nearly made Ejani give up on his dream there and then, but he managed to steel himself before boarding another ship to who knows where.
Throughout his childhood Ejani had never wanted to be a spacer, hell he had never even thought about it! He was perfectly content with staying at the small farm he was born one and living the peaceful life of a farmer. Unlike most children Ejani didn't spend his childhood roaming the nearby forests or playing pretend with friends, he spent his days working in the field with his father. When he wasn't working he was reading, not stories of spectacular battles or great heroes but of economics and trading practices he had borrowed from their closest neighbors. From age ten to seventeen Ejani had dreams of opening up his own shop. Yet as dreams sometimes do, it faded. After he had taken up a job in a bar in the nearby city he began to overhear some of the stories of mercenaries and spacers who rested and drank their woes away there. Soon his head was filled with tales of close firefights, daring rescues, and credits beyond his wildest dreams.
Soon it was all he thought about, and it was often that his father had to draw him out of his day dreams to finish the work that needed to be done. His taste in books changed rapidly as well, rather than devoting his time to read up on how to be successful in the changing market he was saving all he credits for supplies. Many a night was spent dreaming of the possibilities if he became an spacer like those in the bar. When his nineteenth birthday finally arrived he had made up his mind, using what credit he had gathered over the past few years he went out and bought himself a secondhand spacer outfit, and a used blaster to go with it. The next day he set out on his new journey to become an accomplished spacer, with many a tearful goodbye to his parents he left for the spaceport. As he was about to leavd his mother gave him one parting gift. A crimson cord, one of the many his parents used to tie up farm goods. Then with one final hug he was off to fulfill his dream.
Not a week later did Ejani get his first taste of action, while he was searching for jobs at a spaceport a family was suddenly dragged out of a ship by two men. As he edged closer for a better look he saw that the two aggressors were drawing blasters, it was apparent that they were about to harm the man, woman, and child sprawled on the ground before them. Without thinking Ejani had already unholstered his blaster and shouted for them to stop as loud as his voice would allow. The two men turned around and once they had gotten a good look at him burst into laughter. The laughter was soon cut short when two lightning fast shots rang out, and the two men slumped on the ground, dead. The encounter nearly made Ejani give up on his dream there and then, but he managed to steel himself before boarding another ship to who knows where.
Equipment: Ejani carries with him his slightly used standard blaster pistol, freeze dried goods from home, small holgram with family holos, a small travel guide he bought at a spaceport, a small bundle of saved credits, a basic medical kit, extra ammunition, a tech kit, a small repair kit, and his dad’s old vibrodagger. He carries all these in a satchel, while he keeps his blaster in a holster on his hip, and his vibrodagger attachd to his belt. He wears an old spacer duster, with his own clothes underneath.
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