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Shi'hu

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| Social Information |

  • | Name | Shi'hu
  • | Surname | Unknown / Non-Existant
  • | Faction | The Sith Ascendancy
  • | Rank | Aspirant
  • | Homeworld | Sartinaynian
  • | Languages Known |
    Galactic Basic: Broken - Semi-Fluent - Fluent - Native
  • Archaic Imperial Basic: Broken - Semi-Fluent - Fluent - Native

| Physical Information |

  • | Species | Human
  • | Gender | Female
  • | Age | Mid-Twenties
  • | Height | 5' 3''
  • | Weight | 120 lb
  • | Eye Color | Emerald
  • | Hair Color | Black
  • | Skin | Lightly Tanned
  • | Marks |
    Numerous tattoos etched across her upper body

| Force |
  • | Force Sensitive | Yes
  • | Force Alignment | Unknown
| Appearance |
Standing at a respectable - comparative to those who shared her way of life - height of five feet and three inches, the raven-haired woman finds herself sporting a surprisingly toned frame adorned with numerous tattoos and pieces of jewelry, muscles ever so slightly visible underneath that sun-kissed skin obtained after numerous years spent working the fields to earn her keep ; her physical fitness somewhat admirable given the abject lack of nutrition found within her diet, a stark contrast to that - admittedly - empty skull of hers devoid of any real knowledge outside of how to plow a field or weave a piece of cloth. Sprawling leafs and branches find themselves etched upon the length of her spine in black ink, a bundle of shrubbery wrapped around her waist before spreading outwards across her back, the mass of plants present at the base slowly replaced by numerous blades of grass towards the tip as it ends with a single leaf pointing towards a shoulder blade. The other side is left completely unmarked past the ribs. The drawings themselves appearing to have become faint - smudged - thanks to the years spent underneath the elements. Her modesty is hidden away underneath a simple - thin and loose - dress, the straps riding down the sides of her shoulders.

| Personality |
Cautious and reclusive to outsiders, the easiest way to describe the girl would be reluctant to any form of communication from those outside of her immediate circle, the language barrier proving to be a more difficult task to surmount than first expected due to her mistrust of any translators - be they robotic or otherwise - coupled with her lack of familiarity with new technology.

| Biography |
Not much is known in regards to the isolated village found within the eastern quadrant of the planet several centuries ago for the simple fact they never proved their worth either as a threat or as an asset, the various nations holding dominance over the planet through the ages content to leave them be to life out their lives in a mixture of mediocrity and ignorance as more pressing issues constantly loomed on the horizon. Agricultural at heart and with no real desire to do anything but live off the land itself, this enclosed community is where the raven-haired girl was born and where it was expected of her to meet her end one way or another, contact with the outside world extremely limited to passing travelers or the like that were patient enough to understand the archaic language they spoke just so they could barter away a measly piece or two. Finding themselves in constant proximity to the Force itself thanks to near-constant state of occupation by either Jedi or Sith these past few generations, more and more children were born with some form of affinity - albeit an admittedly weak one to the Force itself. Try as they may, neither the Vong invasions of ages past or the cataclysms of the Netherworld were enough to dislodged the populace away from their way of life, both events regarded as nothing more than regrettable cataclysms brought on by the anger of one God or Spirit or Another ; something they persisted and preserved through despite the heavy toll it took upon their numbers.

Special thanks to [member="Darth Carnifex"] for allowing me to nick his formatting style. Profiles mostly a blank-slate with an idea in mind that will be shaped and added onto depending on how her story progresses. In other words, forever a work in progress
 

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