Character Fyntal Lawkex

[Nerd.Wizard]

(WIP)

Name: Fyntal "Fyn" Lawkex



Homeworld: Duro - New Tayana (space station).



Faction: Currently none.



Rank: N/A



Species: Nelvaanian



Age: 24



Sex: Female



Languages: Fluent: Basic, Duros,
Conversational: Bith,
Comprehend only: Binary,



Height: 5'0



Weight: 103 lbs.



Build: Petite, slim and athletic.



Eye color: Light blue.



Hair color: Red due to recessive genes; usually kept short and unkempt or tied back into a small topknot.



Fur color: White - genetic quirk.



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Force Sensitivity: No



Occupation: Currently a professor's assistant and information broker/courier. Formerly a naval transport ship gunner.



Strengths:



The History of Ideas: As a history of philosophies major, the nuances, methods of reasoning and wealth of the logic of a great many historical or species sects, be they political, individual, military or religious, like those Laser Monks, can provide additional ways to approach a great many situations that standard military training can't provide, though only with proper time for contemplation beforehand, of course.



Exceptional Courage: Fyn once bit off a Dug assassin's foot while trying to rescue a youngling from being kidnapped, while getting her lovely red hair shot right off her scalp by another would-be kidnapper while slamming the getaway airspeeder's driver in the head with her butt while holding the poor Neimoidian child to her torso to protect him, all at once! On another occasion, when her boss (Bith Professor Koutr Lyek) met with a would-be assassin hired by a rival professor, Fynn knocked him unconscious with a brick and she and her boss sat on him together until the security forces arrived to make the arrest! In short, this strange and eccentric, if luckless woman is devoted to seeing even the worst of unexpected misadventures through to the end, with both good and occasional bad luck following her at every step of the way!



Moral Insights: Few are they who come to realize that EVERYTHING regarding morality - from history's greatest moments to simple HoloNet Children's Programs - traces itself back to the most basic precepts of the Light Side of the Force. Some lucky fools discover the fact of this through special insights given through the Light itself. Even if no other beings ever seem to listen or take such matters seriously, nothing will ever change the nature of the truth that is written in the consciences of sentients across thousands of worlds; not even those who defy their consciences to the utmost. A strong dedication to justice and righting wrongs beats in the heart of this odd, if courageous scholar.



Unintimidating Presence: A five-foot tall, scrawny Nelvaanian woman is often something that others tend to overlook at best, or underestimate at worst.



Weaknesses:



Unladylike/Luckless: Even while being a natural tomboy, some women lack charm through clumsiness, social ineptitude, immature senses of humor or bad manners. Fyntal Lawkex suffers from all of these and more, despite her desire to improve herself just a teensy little bit. From making farting noises with a hand over her mouth as a fat Senator once sat down nearby (she was in the mood for a joke!) to being able to clear a meeting hall with rancid belching or when passing gaseous emissions of her own that she SWORE were going to be silent, some people have no luck, even when they're actually trying with all their might to actually be serious, or when merely wanting to lift the mood for just a moment.



The Fool: An autodidactic who refuses to bend her knee to the standards of any University, who prefers to seek knowledge outside of such a system and as far from the University Peers as she can manage, isn't one to be taken seriously nor regarded reverently by her fellow scholars. Not that she cares what those vainglorious snobs think...



Moisture Sickness: Poor recessive genes have left Fyn barely able to tolerate humid environments, for some unknown reason, and she tends to avoid water as a rule due to this bizarre trait. While not crippling or life threatening, humid environs such as swamps, lakes, beaches etc. make this poor Nelvaanian sick and may produce nasal problems of varying severity.



Squint and Tilt Your Head: Without the aid of special bifocals of a very specific prescription, poor Fynn has a terrible time reading the text on flimsi or datapads, despite being able to see fine otherwise.



Appearance: The crowd was eagerly awaiting the arrival of the famed Bith military historian and philosopher Koutr Lyek; the High Republic's recent relocating had necessitated a full display of military power to keep up morale, and a speech by a famed philosopher and historian was just what was needed, in addition to a few musical performances, to raise the troops' spirits in the light of the recent changes for the worse, on a Galaxy-wide level. However, no one was quite sure what to think of the strange canid-looking alien of pale fur and scarlet hair that made her way along behind the well-dressed Bith, practically orbiting him for multiple angles, sporting a scholar's traveling vestments and an excitedly swaying pale, curled tail that darted to and fro with nearly as much intensity as its owner did!

Slim and demure she was, and rather petite in her navy blue, silver-fringed dress robes, her eyes bright as she scanned over the crowd like an excited youngling at the Professor's side. The young woman took the microphone from the ornate bronzium podium that the two approached, smiling toothily, in the bizarre manner of predatory species, to reveal teeth only faintly yellowed to those members of the audience that were closest. A cheery, raspy voice greeted the audience as she spoke.

"Wow, thank YOU, Republic Officials, and my most polite salutes to the boys and girls in her fine Military." She chuckled as she cheerily waved, before turning to face the rotund Bith male next to her, even as she continued, "and now, I'll turn things over to my boss, the man you're here to see, Professor Kou- BRRRRAAARRRPPP!"

The crowd fell into hushed silence, before peals of laughter assailed the stunned alien - a Nelvaanian - as she folded her ears and continued, despite the interruption.

"Breaded Dianoga tentacles - sorry!" She laughed as she used a hand to smooth her scarlet hair's unkempt forelock to one side, away from her left eye's field of vision. "They're great... Anyway, here's my patient employer, Professor Koutr Lyek of Clak'dor VII!"

The rotund, green-skinned Bith laughed cheerily as he clapped his assistant on her slim back, taking the microphone with his free hand.

"I love you, Fyn - you're helpful and funny alike, and thanks for that."

The hefty Bith turned his odd silver eyes to face the assembled crowd, as he began in earnest. "When the average citizen thinks of the Military..."



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Alignment: Lawful Neutral



Voice Example: Awkwafina



Equipment: Bracer computer, E-11 blaster rifle, ammo cartridges, spare clothing, A99 aquata breather/rebreather, repulsor/grav boots



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