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Member
NAME: Rima Orwray
FACTION: Confederacy Of Independent Systems
RANK: Nobleman and Politician
SPECIES: Neimoidian
AGE: 25
GENDER: male
HEIGHT: 6'6”
WEIGHT: 122Ib
EYES: Red orange
HAIR: N/A
SKIN: Green
FORCE SENSITIVE: No
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
Strengths-
*High intelligence and master secretary and treasurer- Rima has quite high intelligence in business and is quite highly skilled with his secretary and treasury work, keeping track of all money and all notes or documents recorded.
*Charismatic- Like nearly all Neimoidians, Rima has very charismatic and able to talk down any price to make a deal
*Ok with a blaster- Quite big with the whole blaster thing, likes it a lot, keeps it with him at all times, seriously, ALL TIMES.
Weaknesses-
*Easily off topic- Rima will be ranting about politics in one sentence, and then what he had for dinner in the other, all coming together to make one final statement about his mother, there’s no end when he begins.
*Hates space travel- Rima is not too big on the whole space thing, thinking about how if he dies out there no one will know until years later. That’s why he’s usually seated or near the closest escape pod if possible.
*Bad-Tempered when cut off- If Rima is speaking and you cut him off, expect a slap to the face, unless you’re a higher power than him, he’ll just keep it too himself.
SHIP:
None
WEAPONS:
*DL-22 blaster pistol concealed within robes
MISC. POSSESSIONS/NOTABLE MISC. FACTS:
*Often accompanying Herr Vanderhing as a companion or apprentice.
APPEARANCE:
Rima Orwray is a VERY skinny Neimoidian nobleman of around average Neimoidian height with green skin pigment. He looks like a nice fellow, and can be, if he wants. He wears golden or yellow robes with reddish-orange robes underneath with a reasonable sized black velvet miter that has two flaps that cover the side of his face and one that covers his neck and upper middle back. He is usually seen with a pen and notepad in hand.
PERSONALITY:
Rima Orwray looks like a caring, young, healthy Neimoidian with a glance, and he can be if he’d like. Except, his lifestyle doesn’t exactly follow, and he is quite the cunning and ambitious Neimoidian, and will do anything for credits.
BIOGRAPHY:
Grub and early years-
Like all Neimodians, Orwray spent the first seven years of his life in a grub hatchery. In the hatchery he was able to save himself from starvation by keeping his head and keeping quiet, but speaking his way through things if needed. After the hatchery, he was adopted by Rimo Weiloy, and given an alright home, nothing special though. Rimo was a moderate politician; nothing to say that he did was big though. Their clan was small and he was the only adopted child to his father. His father died of illness which gave Orwray his father’s goods and riches, though it was a great prize, it wasn’t what Orwray was after.
Rise Up- Orwray learned one thing from his youth: be better than your elders. And so, he followed that, he started to gain rise of being a politician. Although, however, it did not start out as well as you thought. He gained his way up the political rank through the cartel and other crime syndicates. He use these groups’ assassins to take out other important political leaders that were in his way of gaining glory and fame, which is what he dreamed most of. He had this done for almost 2 years, until a small crime syndicate that was just starting to rise betrayed him (He didn’t trust them much anyway). He was taken away by officials and locked away only to have probably the worst prison experience any Neimoidian had ever had, in his mind at least it was anyway. He was treated horribly, and because of being so used to nice clean rooms with baths every day and nice big fresh meals 3 times a day, he noticed the underground life just wasn’t for him. So he got out of there as quick as possible, only escaping due to a little malfunction in the droids that were on guard of his cell. So due to sheer luck, he made it out of his worst nightmare, and also made it out of the underground world, at least he thought.
Themes: N/A
KILLS: N/A
BOUNTIES COLLECTED: N/A
FACTION: Confederacy Of Independent Systems
RANK: Nobleman and Politician
SPECIES: Neimoidian
AGE: 25
GENDER: male
HEIGHT: 6'6”
WEIGHT: 122Ib
EYES: Red orange
HAIR: N/A
SKIN: Green
FORCE SENSITIVE: No
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
Strengths-
*High intelligence and master secretary and treasurer- Rima has quite high intelligence in business and is quite highly skilled with his secretary and treasury work, keeping track of all money and all notes or documents recorded.
*Charismatic- Like nearly all Neimoidians, Rima has very charismatic and able to talk down any price to make a deal
*Ok with a blaster- Quite big with the whole blaster thing, likes it a lot, keeps it with him at all times, seriously, ALL TIMES.
Weaknesses-
*Easily off topic- Rima will be ranting about politics in one sentence, and then what he had for dinner in the other, all coming together to make one final statement about his mother, there’s no end when he begins.
*Hates space travel- Rima is not too big on the whole space thing, thinking about how if he dies out there no one will know until years later. That’s why he’s usually seated or near the closest escape pod if possible.
*Bad-Tempered when cut off- If Rima is speaking and you cut him off, expect a slap to the face, unless you’re a higher power than him, he’ll just keep it too himself.
SHIP:
None
WEAPONS:
*DL-22 blaster pistol concealed within robes
MISC. POSSESSIONS/NOTABLE MISC. FACTS:
*Often accompanying Herr Vanderhing as a companion or apprentice.
APPEARANCE:
Rima Orwray is a VERY skinny Neimoidian nobleman of around average Neimoidian height with green skin pigment. He looks like a nice fellow, and can be, if he wants. He wears golden or yellow robes with reddish-orange robes underneath with a reasonable sized black velvet miter that has two flaps that cover the side of his face and one that covers his neck and upper middle back. He is usually seen with a pen and notepad in hand.
PERSONALITY:
Rima Orwray looks like a caring, young, healthy Neimoidian with a glance, and he can be if he’d like. Except, his lifestyle doesn’t exactly follow, and he is quite the cunning and ambitious Neimoidian, and will do anything for credits.
BIOGRAPHY:
Grub and early years-
Like all Neimodians, Orwray spent the first seven years of his life in a grub hatchery. In the hatchery he was able to save himself from starvation by keeping his head and keeping quiet, but speaking his way through things if needed. After the hatchery, he was adopted by Rimo Weiloy, and given an alright home, nothing special though. Rimo was a moderate politician; nothing to say that he did was big though. Their clan was small and he was the only adopted child to his father. His father died of illness which gave Orwray his father’s goods and riches, though it was a great prize, it wasn’t what Orwray was after.
Rise Up- Orwray learned one thing from his youth: be better than your elders. And so, he followed that, he started to gain rise of being a politician. Although, however, it did not start out as well as you thought. He gained his way up the political rank through the cartel and other crime syndicates. He use these groups’ assassins to take out other important political leaders that were in his way of gaining glory and fame, which is what he dreamed most of. He had this done for almost 2 years, until a small crime syndicate that was just starting to rise betrayed him (He didn’t trust them much anyway). He was taken away by officials and locked away only to have probably the worst prison experience any Neimoidian had ever had, in his mind at least it was anyway. He was treated horribly, and because of being so used to nice clean rooms with baths every day and nice big fresh meals 3 times a day, he noticed the underground life just wasn’t for him. So he got out of there as quick as possible, only escaping due to a little malfunction in the droids that were on guard of his cell. So due to sheer luck, he made it out of his worst nightmare, and also made it out of the underground world, at least he thought.
Themes: N/A
KILLS: N/A
BOUNTIES COLLECTED: N/A