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Tilo Renault
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AGE: 29
SPECIES: Human
HEIGHT: 6’0” or 1.83 m
WEIGHT: 180 lbs or 81.6 kilo
EYE COLOR: Hazel
HAIR COLOR: Brown
SKIN COLOR: Fair
MARKINGS: Sleeve tattoo
FACTION: Indie
RANK: NA
Tilo stands at 1.83 m (6 ft.) and weighs 81 kg (180 lb.), with a relatively lean build from constant environmental and physical stress. He has hazel eyes, a beard, and has fashioned his dark auburn hair into dreads, which are often tied back (with industrial strength dura-chord) to expose short buzzed sides.
Since Tilo has spent the majority of his adulthood with few possessions and constantly on the move, his clothes are modest and simple. He wears a brown leather overcoat and a large backpack while travelling, which is filled with a variety of basic support and survival gear.
Most uniquely, Tilo has a half-sleeve tattoo on his right arm in red and black. The tattoo is styled with geometric patterns and primitive-looking designs. The tattoo leaves small square sections blank, and as Tilo has more meaningful experiences, he chooses a symbol to reflect his formative past adventures to add to the tattoo. Currently, among the patterns are symbols of a moon silhouette going through its phases, a fantastic beast, a tower, and the symbol of infinity. In short, his tattoo is a working history of his life. The tattoo is rarely visible.[/fancybox4]
TRAITS
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Tilo is lawful to his own ethical code, which was developed during his times on Nar Shaddaa and young adult life as a smuggler. He prefers not to kill, though his past is riddle with times where he did so all too easily. He is particularly defensive of children, and will often empty his pockets for street urchins of all species across the galaxy, and come to their aid if he ever feels they are threatened.
Tilo has become very spiritual in the past five years, finding time to quiet and center his mind on the Force, daily. His Force skills are meager, but continually growing. He's found the ability to use basic telekinesis on smaller objects. He also has been experimenting with using the Force during combat, to innately know his enemies next motives and maneuvers. His reflexes are starting to improve drastically. In short, he has only up to go from here.
Tilo ended a bad spice habit a few years ago. Since then, he avoids the stuff completely, and prefers to not be around it. He sleeps best when he can hear the hum of a hyperdrive. He enjoys swoopbikes and landspeeders.
Tilo excels in machinery and mechanics, and is able to fix or build almost anything given the time and resources. He has basic, survival pilot skills, and hasn’t spent much time in the cockpit of a starship. Tilo is continually improving upon his physical strength, and considers it just as important as his mental fortitude.
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BIOGRAPHY
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Tilo was most likely born on Nar Shaddaa, though this isn’t certain. His memories begin with growing up in a charity orphanage on the smugglers’ moon, where he was left by his mother as an infant. The orphanage, The Left Charity, was supported by meager donor funds, and headed by the human headmistress, Jaia Left, who probably pocketed most of the donor resources for herself, and had a horrible habit of gambling.
When the orphans were capable of working, they were contracted out in the nearby neighborhoods for work to offset the costs of rearing them. It was in this way that Tilo attained his well-rounded knowledge of machinery and antiques, working in shops that bought a variety of used and decrepit materials to flip them for higher prices on the market.
As can be inferred, a life at the Left Charity orphanage could be outright dangerous. The children were guaranteed a safe place to live and enough food to survive, but otherwise were at the mercy of the Nar Shaddaa streets - and one another. By their teenage years, most orphans began leaving Left Charity to join gangs of various sorts, from spice dealing, bounty hunting, arms cartels – what could be considered typical Nar Shaddaa livelihoods. `
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At 16 years old, Tilo met the acquaintance of Gimbo, a Zabrak smuggler who had an eye for Tilo’s well developed skills in machinery. Gimbo offered him a position with his party aboard their frigate, and the next five years were spent travelling Hutt Space (with occasional travels to outwards systems), delivering contraband and squeezing out of tight spots weekly. These five years shaped Tilo from adolescent to man, and the period of his life can be characterized by gluttony and greed. He developed a fondness for the many varieties of spice and drink. As a valuable member of the gang, he gained access to the large network of Hutt Space.
In a backwater system on little-known planet, Tilo had his largest life changing experience. While Gimbo’s Gang turned over an abandoned mining colony, Tilo ventured into ruins nearby. The ruins contained little of value, having been ransacked by various groups for centuries, but Tilo couldn’t help his urge to explore them. He remembered feeling strange, as if an invisible force had entered his gut and moved through his system in an overwhelming surge – and then he passed out.
He had vision after vision, his life story flashing before his eyes, recounting every experience at light speed behind his own eyelids. And then he began seeing things that made little sense and followed no continuity. A larger than life plateau, rising out from a grassland; a wasteland, riddled with pools of fuming water; space, stars, nebulas, voids; and a desert planet - a voice, deep and all encompassing, “Aridus”.
Something had changed in Tilo after the vision. He had to leave Gimbo’s gang. The visions instilled in him a feeling that he was wasting time; that if he continued his current path he would be dead within a few years, or worse, he would end up a lifeless void consumed on credits, greed, and killing. In the middle of the night back on Nar Shaddaa, while the gang was rustling the streets for drink and spice, Tilo slipped away. He returned to Gimbo’s ship, collected his things, stole the stash of gang credits, and purchased transport to the farthest system available.
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When he arrived on the desert planet Aridus a few months later, Tilo was uncertain what action to take next. Gimbo’s gang would have difficulty finding him, but the group was rather resourceful, and he couldn’t risk staying in one place too long. Still, Aridus was the one definitive piece from his vision that he understood, and he knew he couldn’t leave the system without figuring out why. Moreover, he was running low on credits, having spent a good chunk of the stolen stash on the best survival and travel gear available. He found work at a salvaged parts shop, and lived on the outskirts of Aridus Trade City.
He received his answers unexpectedly. An old Mirialan man brought in trashed speeders for scrap value. After looking Tilo up-and-down, he asked rather abruptly what his name was. After Tilo answered, the old man hesitated, as if quite struck, and replied: “I knew your mother.” Tilo, caught off guard, simply dismissed the man as senile. But the old Mirialan pressed on further.
The Mirialan man, named Tak, explained the story of Tilo’s. A poor woman on Aridus, Mora Renault had fallen in love with a Jedi diplomat on the planet, and it was here Tilo was conceived. Upon explaining that she was pregnant to the Jedi father, he left the planet, and was never heard from again by either Tak or Mora. Mora was distraught, as within the Jedi she found a mechanism by which she could leave the backwater planet. Tak, Mora’s only confidant, helped throughout her pregnancy, caring for her health and providing a safe place for her to nurture her unborn child.
Tak returned one afternoon from Trade City to find that Mora left. He found a letter from her, which explained that she could not bear to be a burden upon Tak anymore, thanking him for his kindness, and spoke about leaving the planet to secure a future for her and her child. Tak didn’t know where the woman had gone, nor why she had abandoned her child at an orphanage. But now, by no coincidence, Mora’s child had returned here, and Tak had recognized in him his estranged father’s face, and the Force was clearly at work.
A mystic of the Force, Tak bestowed upon Tilo what knowledge he could impart over the course of several more years, using his own wisdom and a collection of archived materials. He trained Tilo in mind, body, spirit. He explained that the Force had brought Tilo to Aridus, that the visions were an awakening within his flesh, and that his path had now changed. What Tilo did with the Force, whether he would pursue the Jedi, learn its wonders independently, or something entirely different, was a choice of his own.
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Humble beginnings on Aridus
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