Shuri's messy dump.

[Shuri]

SHURI

AGE

►25~30.​

SPECIES

► Twi'lek.​

HEIGHT

► 170 cm /5ft 6.​

WEIGHT

► Depends on the income...​

EYE COLOR

► Bright purple.​

HAIR COLOR

► Black-inked lekku.​

HOMEWORLD

► Presumably Nar Shaddaa. (?)​

GENDER

► Male.​

FACTION

► N/A​

RANK

► N/A​

FORCE SENSITIVITY

► No.​

BIOGRAPHY

Some say that Shuri (often flatteringly called 'schutta') had always been there. In the filthiest and most grimy bowels of Nar Shaddaa, where only desperate souls who didn't have anything to lose dare to venture. Some say he was born in a trashcan, others rumoured that he materialized from the shadows, and the fumes of smoke pipes. Like a grinning shadow and a winking ghost, the tukian twi'lek Shuri was just another one among the billions living on shaddaanian soil. Another spirit burning of a bright light that could have gone extinguished any day, and forgotten forever through the eons of time like he had never existed. Shuri was just a name, a walking body of bones and flesh, son of nobody from the land of the unknown. People started seeing him at the kiosk of Rodian burgers around the corner, or in the street littered with neon-lit brothels, or again laughing, dancing in cantina, disappearing into someone's speeder car only to get out of it with his clothes all messed up. He said 'thank you', he smirked while pocketing the credits, and disappeared into darkness-filled alley. Shuri had always been there, as if the metallic walls had sweated him out one day, and gave him shape. Be him a background stain of colour or the very soul of the night, the people of Level 211 knew the twi'lek, and the twi'lek knew them.
These days, nobody knows where he lives - likely nowhere. One day he sleeps in that abandoned hover-wagon, another day the medcentre down the fourth street, and perhaps when he's lucky, and the place of someone he spent time with. Lost, delirious, but always grinning thorough, he is a rat with a scarred grin skin and an empty stomach which he yearns to fill by all means necessary.

APPEARANCE

Shuri sports a rather lithe figurine that stands at medium-average length for a male twi'lek, and his frame is built with ropey muscles typical of someone whose life has been full of hard work and low nutrition.. His murky-green skin is covered in tribalistic black tattoos, with aggressive ringlets, stripes and hard-edged curls. His eyes are deep-purple, and gleam with vicious, unsettling mischief. A permanent smirk is plastered on his pillowy lips, even though on each side of his mouth there are blade-inflicted cuts that angle into the shape of a grothesque pretend-smile. A septum ring is pierced through his nose.

PERSONALITY

●"Some guts, that one has! He once told me that an angry wife pointed a blaster gun at his head, she looked out of her mind... But he never uttered the name of her unfaithful husband. Call it professionalism, call it stupidity... I call it guts!" A rodian in the streets.

●"Uh, yeah! Shuri, the one that used to work at the Flesh Hole? Man, what a place! I met the funniest people there, a'ight... And he was one of them." A chirping human smuggler.

●"One day he's laughing, one day he's cryin'... I don't understand that guy. Sad piece of shavit he is, I tells ya. Don' get too close, he's got grabby hands, mostly fer yer pockets-... When yer lucky!" A grumbling, head-shaking Devaronian.

●"There was that night weeks ago when I was lonely and felt miserable... then I met that Shuri guy, and he gave me the purest stuff at a honest price... Bukee, I saw the stars without haulin' jets!" A bulky, laughing weequay.

THE FLESH HOLE

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• • Opening hours: everyday, non-stop. In the Flesh Hole, there is always someone awake, ready and willing. The workers organize each other on turns, and the place never sleeps.

• • Reputation: one of the lowest-grade and cheapest brothels of level 211 under the sky city of Nar Shaddaa. All kinds of sentients stop there, for the quick service and affordable prices. Given the presence of plenty of criminals with bounties on their heads, it often attracts bounty hunters on the prowl.

Disclaimer: the picture that I used for Shuri's avatar is a picture that I commissioned, and paid for, with my own money. This is the artist I commissioned it from. Therefore, I own every right of personal usage upon this picture. (ShannenXNancy is my DeviantArt account). http://psychoslave.tumblr.com/tagged/twi'lek/page/3