Character Gimbal

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Gimbal

Age: 28
Species: Nabooian https://starwars.fandom.com/wiki/Naboo_(people)
Gender: Male
Height: 183cm/6 feet
Weight: 86kg/190 lbs
Force Sensitive: Force sensitive but untrained


PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION

Gimbal looks like the quintessential smuggler-pilot who's seen his share of hyperspace mishaps, Imperial checkpoints, and cantina brawls. He's a Nabooian male in his late 20s to early 30s, with a lean but weathered build that speaks to years spent dodging blaster fire and wrenching on freighter engines in cramped holds. His face carries that classic "Corellian rogue" edge:

• Sharp, intense blue eyes that scan every room like he's already calculating three escape routes.
• A scattering of freckles across his nose and cheeks, giving him a boyish charm that he definitely uses to talk his way out of (and into) trouble.
• Short, tousled dark brown hair that's perpetually windswept from cockpit canopies and asteroid fields.
• A few days' worth of stubble framing a strong jaw, plus a small scar or two that hint at stories he'd only tell after a couple of Corellian whiskeys.

His expression is pure smuggler attitude: brows slightly furrowed in a mix of suspicion and dry amusement. For clothing, he usually wears the practical layers of someone who lives aboard a beat-up ship:

• A well-worn brown leather jacket or flight vest, scuffed and patched in places.
• A thick, utilitarian wool or nerf-hide scarf wrapped loosely around his neck.
• Dark, rugged tunic and pants built for movement, with a blaster holster slung low on one hip and a vibroknife sheath on the other.
• Scuffed boots that have walked the decks of every shady spaceport from Nar Shaddaa to Mos Eisley.

Overall vibe: He's the kind of pilot who'd flash you a cocky grin while threading his freighter through an Imperial blockade, then complain about the hyperdrive acting up like it's personally offended him.

INVENTORY

DL-44 blaster, vibroknife, YT-2400 light freighter (The Lucky Break), R8 astromech droid (R8-D8)

PERSONALITY AND BELIEFS

Gimbal acts like the galaxy owes him credits and an apology. He's cocky, quick with a sarcastic quip, and prefers to talk his way out of (or into) trouble rather than shoot first—though he's plenty capable when blasters start humming. He struts into cantinas like he owns the place, flashes that roguish grin to charm (or annoy) contacts, and keeps everyone at arm's length with dry humor and deflections. Under pressure he stays cool, improvising like it's second nature, but he grumbles constantly about "bad luck," "lousy hyperdrives," or "people who can't pay on time." Deep down he's loyal to the few he lets in, but he'd never admit it outright—he shows it through actions, like circling back in his freighter when things go south for an "acquaintance."

Pragmatic to a fault. Gimbal thinks in terms of angles, risks, payouts, and escape vectors. Everything's a transaction: "What's in it for me?" is his default filter, followed immediately by "How do I get out alive if this goes sideways?" He's cynical about grand causes, authority, and promises of a better tomorrow—Imperial propaganda, Rebel idealism, Jedi mysticism—it's all noise to him. Yet there's a buried streak of fairness; he hates seeing the little guy get crushed by the big players, even if helping means dipping into his own pocket. Growing up amid Naboo's refined culture left him with a quiet appreciation for beauty and order—he just doesn't trust it to last.Deeply held beliefs or phobias?

• Beliefs: The galaxy runs on credits and self-interest—anyone claiming otherwise is either naive or trying to sell you something. Loyalty is earned, not owed, but once given, it's ironclad. Never trust a Hutt (or most politicians). A good ship and a faster trigger finger beat destiny every time. Naboo taught him that peace and elegance are fragile illusions—beautiful until the Trade Federation or Empire shows up.
• Phobias: Claustrophobia from a near-fatal cargo hold malfunction early in his career—he avoids tight crawlspaces and gets twitchy in packed brig cells or tiny escape pods. Also a deep-seated fear of being truly alone; he talks big about going solo, but the idea of having no one to banter with or bail out quietly terrifies him more than any bounty hunter.

STRENGTHS

• Uncanny piloting skill — Gimbal can thread a stock freighter through asteroid fields, Imperial blockades, or debris rings that would shred lesser pilots. His reflexes and spatial intuition are elite; he's pulled off maneuvers that defy physics (and common sense). Related to his force sensitivity
• Silver-tongued negotiator / improviser — He can talk his way past stormtrooper checkpoints, haggle spice prices down with Jabba's accountants, or bluff his way out of a firefight. Quick thinking under pressure turns disasters into opportunities (or at least survivable ones). Also related to his force sensitivity
  Bonus: Street-smart resourcefulness—he can jury-rig almost anything with spare parts and profanity.

WEAKNESSES

• Self-serving streak / trust issues — His "me first" attitude can make him bail on allies when the heat gets too high (though he usually comes back—grumbling). He struggles to fully commit to causes bigger than his next payday.
• Gambler's recklessness — He loves high-stakes sabacc, risky smuggling runs, and pushing his luck. This has landed him in massive debt more than once, and his overconfidence sometimes blinds him to real danger.
  Bonus: Short temper when cornered—he can escalate situations with sarcasm or impulsiveness instead of de-escalating.

HISTORY

Gimbal was born on Naboo, in a modest village on the outskirts of Theed, where the planet's famous green hills roll down to sparkling lakes and the air smelled of plasma-polished starship hulls from nearby docks. His parents were skilled artisans and mechanics—his father repaired elegant pleasure yachts for Naboo's nobility, while his mother crafted precision components for the royal guard's speeders. Life was comfortable, almost idyllic: childhood days spent exploring hidden grottos, watching Gungans race hydrofoils on the lakes, and sneaking into Theed's grand hangars to marvel at sleek Nubian cruisers. But the Trade Federation's blockade and invasion shattered that peace. As a teenager, Gimbal witnessed the chaos firsthand—droid armies marching through beautiful plazas, his family's workshop seized for "war production." His parents survived by keeping their heads down and working under Imperial oversight after the Empire rose, but Gimbal couldn't stomach the occupation's suffocating rules, endless inspections, and the slow erosion of Naboo's independence. The beauty he grew up with felt like a lie when stormtroopers patrolled the streets. By 18, he "borrowed" a YT-2400 (he insists it was a fair repossession from a corrupt Imperial subcontractor who stiffed his family on payments), slapped on some illegal modifications, and blasted off-world. He renamed the ship The Lucky Break and never looked back—though he still carries a small, hidden holo of Theed's palace as a quiet reminder. Gimbal spent years in the Outer Rim and Hutt Space: running spice for minor syndicates, dodging Imperial patrols, pulling high-risk jobs like delivering restricted tech to black-market buyers on Nar Shaddaa. He built a rep as reliable (if mouthy), always delivering cargo intact—even if he skimmed a little off the top. A couple big scores went sideways (bad intel, double-crosses, one very angry Hutt), leaving him with bounties, debts, and a habit of sleeping with one eye open. He's never joined any faction, Rebel or Imperial—he's strictly freelance, chasing the next big payout that might finally let him buy a clean slate... or at least a ship that doesn't leak coolant every jump.