Aristotle Tater
Tater Tot
From the journal of Aristotle Tater, age 10
Name: Aristotle Tater
Nicknames: Tater. Tot. Tater Tot.
Titles: Emperor (claimed age 6), Admiral (claimed age 8), General (claimed age 10)
Homeworld: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Species: Human
Gender: Female
Age: Early twenties (whatever answer is useful in the moment)
Force Sensitive: No (MAYBE you don't know do you? Maybe I am)
Current Residence: Taris
Job: Pickpocket. Buyer and Seller of THINGS (not her own)
Hair: Reddish brown
Eyes: Brown
Height: 5'2"/1.57m
Build: Scrappy
Distinguishing Marks: Freckles, light scarring on arms.
(+) Brawler - Scrappy fighter, excels in use of improvised weapons.
(+) Athletic - Not necessarily an acrobat, but gurl can moooove. Run, jump, swing on a rope, free climb a wall, dodge like a mother-fether.
(+) Well Read - Perhaps ludicrously so, especially for someone who is basically a Space Hobo.
(+) Jack of All Trades - Knows a little bit about a lot of things- single pip in most skills.
(-) Poor - It's expensive being poor, everything costs more. No ship, no permanent address.
(-) Terrible Aim - Fist to face? Fine. Pipe to knee? No problem. Don't ask her to hit anything at a distance of more than a couple of meters, thrown or with a gun.
(-) Reckless - Doesn't always think things through, from actions to words. Isn't always good at waiting or knowing when to keep her mouth shut.
(-) Small - She can take a punch but she's not a tank. Get into serious weapons range and there's not much there to soak damage.
(-/+) Liar - Can tell a lie with the straightest of face and sincerity. Sometimes does for no particularly good or necessary reason.
(-/+) High Energy - Sometimes hard to keep up with, sometimes hard to tie down. Can keep going past when someone else might give up, but short on patience when things stall.
(-/+) Curious - aka NOSEY.
(-/+) Connected - Doesn't matter where she goes, Tater knows someone. That is, however, a mixed bag.
(-/+) Generous - Doesn't have much, but she'll share it with someone who's got less than she does.
Two words.
Space. Hobo.
Not a lot else to tell. If she's got more, she's not talking.
