Character Species: Jawa
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Height: 1.0 m
Weight: 20.4 kg
Character Move: 8/10
Personal Quote: 'Shiney!'
Health Points: 24
Initiative: 12
Morality: +46
Renown: 5
Spent FP: 3
Character Pic: See Below
Character Points: 56
Learning: Affect Mind
Teacher: Lana Star
Sims Left: 2
Character Credits: 33 200 (6 300 Sovereigns)
Force Sensitive? Yes
Force Path: Light Side
Force Rank: Padawan
Master: Lana Star
Character FP: 5
Development Points: 49
Midichlorian Count: 7 878
Character Bio:
As with most force sensitive children to serve as Jedi, her training started when she could hardly stand and had no preconceived notions on society, family or races. Unfortunately, her time in the temple was much less than a child finding a home,and more of learning just how different she was from all of the others. Often taunted, berated, and picked on for her differences. The fact she was allowed to always wear her robes, gloves and other concealing measures, but mostly on her species recognizable smell. Even in spite that was less prominent because of the fact she was never raised to never waste water on bathing or to bathe her clothes in heat resistant, though pungent measures as the rest of her kind. It was during this time she found a love for the scent of juniper berries, which she crafted into a great amount of concoctions to hide said odor in a wash of the smell.
In the end it hardly helped, she was becoming a disruptive party in class because children would state that they cant concentrate with her in the room, most often resulting in teachers tutoring her themselves after class or simple removal from the group. Eventually she was brought before the council to determine if she could be taught. She past said tests, but was in a awkward position within the temple. That combined with her meekly respectful, eager to please attitude made them come to the conclusion to simply assign her to a master that could hopefully deal with her unique challenge.
Though their relationship hardly lasted long. The clone wars were in their final throes at that time and her master, while trying to teach her the ways of the force, also taught the young Jawa out of necessity how to repair starships and fly them without his oversight. Mostly so in case he fell she could get away with no true issue. She took to it as if she was borne with a spanner in one hand and a control yoke in the other, soon ferreting her master from place to place as her master imparted studies on the force. A little over a year later, he was killed by order 66, on Felucia. Lost and loosing the only person she really remembered, she took two things from his person and fled into space in her masters ARC-170, and after a intentional jump with unexpected consequences, crashed the machine in the sands of Tatooine.
There she has spent the years after. Never truly learning of the republic's disillusion or of the full details of order 66 and what it meant. meeting up with her species, though never really even accepted because of her odd habits, garb and smell, and by normal society in Tatooine thanks to the fact of being a Jawa. She did learn to speak most Jawa males under the table in their own language, and to speak their trade language and communicate enough to get random often degrading work for little to no pay. She now settles herself on said planet determined one day to fix her masters ship, and return to the temple to show what she has learned from her masters journal, which she guards as keepsakes along with his light saber.
Personality:
A very animated Jawa, often using huge and flamboyant body language as she talks, walks, plays, and any other activity you can think of. Peaceful to the point of her own detriment, often only resorting to violence when the death of her or anyone around her is a certainty. She is also very mechanically inclined, but not towards droids, often will be seen
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Height: 1.0 m
Weight: 20.4 kg
Character Move: 8/10
Personal Quote: 'Shiney!'
Health Points: 24
Initiative: 12
Morality: +46
Renown: 5
Spent FP: 3
Character Pic: See Below
Character Points: 56
Learning: Affect Mind
Teacher: Lana Star
Sims Left: 2
Character Credits: 33 200 (6 300 Sovereigns)
Force Sensitive? Yes
Force Path: Light Side
Force Rank: Padawan
Master: Lana Star
Character FP: 5
Development Points: 49
Midichlorian Count: 7 878
Character Bio:
As with most force sensitive children to serve as Jedi, her training started when she could hardly stand and had no preconceived notions on society, family or races. Unfortunately, her time in the temple was much less than a child finding a home,and more of learning just how different she was from all of the others. Often taunted, berated, and picked on for her differences. The fact she was allowed to always wear her robes, gloves and other concealing measures, but mostly on her species recognizable smell. Even in spite that was less prominent because of the fact she was never raised to never waste water on bathing or to bathe her clothes in heat resistant, though pungent measures as the rest of her kind. It was during this time she found a love for the scent of juniper berries, which she crafted into a great amount of concoctions to hide said odor in a wash of the smell.
In the end it hardly helped, she was becoming a disruptive party in class because children would state that they cant concentrate with her in the room, most often resulting in teachers tutoring her themselves after class or simple removal from the group. Eventually she was brought before the council to determine if she could be taught. She past said tests, but was in a awkward position within the temple. That combined with her meekly respectful, eager to please attitude made them come to the conclusion to simply assign her to a master that could hopefully deal with her unique challenge.
Though their relationship hardly lasted long. The clone wars were in their final throes at that time and her master, while trying to teach her the ways of the force, also taught the young Jawa out of necessity how to repair starships and fly them without his oversight. Mostly so in case he fell she could get away with no true issue. She took to it as if she was borne with a spanner in one hand and a control yoke in the other, soon ferreting her master from place to place as her master imparted studies on the force. A little over a year later, he was killed by order 66, on Felucia. Lost and loosing the only person she really remembered, she took two things from his person and fled into space in her masters ARC-170, and after a intentional jump with unexpected consequences, crashed the machine in the sands of Tatooine.
There she has spent the years after. Never truly learning of the republic's disillusion or of the full details of order 66 and what it meant. meeting up with her species, though never really even accepted because of her odd habits, garb and smell, and by normal society in Tatooine thanks to the fact of being a Jawa. She did learn to speak most Jawa males under the table in their own language, and to speak their trade language and communicate enough to get random often degrading work for little to no pay. She now settles herself on said planet determined one day to fix her masters ship, and return to the temple to show what she has learned from her masters journal, which she guards as keepsakes along with his light saber.
Personality:
A very animated Jawa, often using huge and flamboyant body language as she talks, walks, plays, and any other activity you can think of. Peaceful to the point of her own detriment, often only resorting to violence when the death of her or anyone around her is a certainty. She is also very mechanically inclined, but not towards droids, often will be seen
skulking around traders starships and other smaller vessels. Also has a quite uncanny ability to offer her help or even give her help when not asked to do so, creating interesting moments when traders she finds have given her a good deal find their engines in pieces as she was attempting to optimize their performance. Leaving her creating more social and realistic problems then she ever intended. She also has a heavy accent and does not grasp the small social barriers of the words of basic, noticing this causes more problems, she normally only speaks in Jawaese or the Jawa trade language. Both of which she can speak at a blistering pace. She also is a bit of a timid being, though warms up very quickly to those that are willing to accept her company. On a more personal note, she is also a great fan of kind affections, most predominantly hugs.
