P A G E
A g r r u r ' a r r - o f - T a t o o i n e
NAME: Agrrur'arr of Tatooine
FACTION: New Imperial Order
RANK: Imperial Page [Imperial Force Corps]
SPECIES: Tusken Raider
AGE: ~20~
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: ~6'5~
WEIGHT: ~180~ Pounds
EYES: Pale Blue
HAIR: NA
SKIN: Off-beige.
VOICE CLAIM: Harland
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes. Currently under to tutelage of Imperial Knight [REDACTED]
LANGUAGES
Tusken - Native - Spoken [x]
Jawa Trade Language - Fluent - Spoken [x]
Galactic Basic - Fluent/Conversational - Spoken | Written [x]
Galactic Basic Sign Language [x]
STRENGTHS
Son of the Sands
The harsh living of the wastes of Tatooine have harded Agrrur'arr, familiarizing him with the idea of a hard life lived by the edge of a blade and slugthrower. Food and water was never a given on a day to day basis, and the idea that anyone could be a turncoat was a looming threat. Tribal power shifts and hungry eyes kept Agrrur'arr on his toes when it came to how he handled his peers.
Chosen by the Force
For whatever reason, the Force had reached out to Agrrur'arr. Marking him out from the rest of his peers, an understanding, a call to action. Pulling him to the farthest reaches of the Outer Rim. Through this, despite the struggles, Agrrur'arr views his connection to the Force in a similar way that one would an old friend.
MIXED
Jundland Exile
The Gift of the Force, however, did not settle with the rest of his tribesmen as well as he had hoped. The memory of Tuskens were long, and the wizards of the Core Worlds were never quite forgotten. The Black Spirit that had visited their sister tribe was still a common legend to put children to sleep with, thus, he was sent out into the unforgiving lands with nothing more than a cycler and a single round in the chamber. He was meant to meet his death out there, and in some ways, the Agrrur'arr that went into the wastes was not the same that came out. This has marked him through his days, haunting him, never to return home.
WEAKNESSES
Way of the Warrior
The Tusken people are no strangers to the idea of melee combat, in fact, large parts of their culture are based upon the concept. Hunting your first Dragon, for example, is normally carried out with nothing more than a bludgeon for those that wish to stake their claim at manhood. This translates into how Agrrur'arr has been picking up lightsaber combat. His muscle memory rages against the proper Forms and Styles that his master wishes to part upon him, instead falling back to much more tribal, primeval methods of combat.
The Outlander
Despite being so divorced from his homeworld, despite being one of the few of his kind to leave the sands of Tatooine, the reputation that the Raiders of Fort Tusken still carry with Agrrur'arr. He is a monster to many, and to those that care to stand his presence he is much less of a person and more of a tool for the New Imperial Order to use. His path is misguided by the top brass, and there are few willing to take his word. His world is not his own, and he wanders through the dark often. Only Knight [REDACTED] has bothered to show any sembelence of humanity to the Sandperson.
APPEARANCE:
Describing a Tusken's physical appearance is nearly pointless when they are devoid of a proper home, displaced from their tribe and creed by many thousands of miles, instead, Tuskens are defined to the Outlanders by their outwards garb. Agrrur'arr's tribe carried over many age old clothing traditions that were lost with the shifting eras of Tusken history, their storytellers put a strong ephasis on cultural aesthetic. This led to his tribe keeping the heavier canisters on the front of their facial wraps. The wrapping themselves, since his introduction to the New Imperial Order, have been made out of much more refined and well crafted cloth. Reminiscent of medical wrap. Generally the shades used vary between light browns and medium grays.
BIOGRAPHY:
The Hunt of a Krayt, intended to be the marking of any Tusken into adulthood...
...intervention from the Gods, some would say, the Force pulling the strings, others would say...
...exiled to the wastes, visions in forgotten caves...
...a kind hearted soul, a knight from an errant realm, offering a hand...
~...to be furthered in solo threads to build up a proper well structured backstory...~
EQUIPMENT:
Imperial Knight Lightsaber | Crossguard | White Blade
Imperial Knight Battle Armor
Gaderffii
Cycler Rifle
FORCE TALENTS:
Core Powers - Simplistic Control
FORCE ALIGNMENT:
Grey/Light
SHIP:
NA
KILLS:
NA
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
NA
ROLE-PLAYS:
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