Shown without tattoos and missing an earring.
NAME: Silais Zelada
FACTION: N/A
RANK: N/A - Citizen
SPECIES: Twi'lek - Lethan
HOMEWORLD: Ryloth
AGE: 28
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 1.95 meters - 6'4"
WEIGHT: 101kg - 222.7lbs
EYES: Muted Lavendar
HAIR: N/A
SKIN: Crimson Red with natural dark Lekku Striping
TEETH: Sharpened front teeth
NOTICEABLE FEATURES: Tattoo's in the form of bands on his Lekku, some tattooed striping on his forehead. 5 Piercings, septum and two on each ear.
FORCE SENSITIVE: N/A - Trace levels, nothing usable/trainable.
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
+ Creative Mind - One to take in the scenery, Silais can usually found painting or sketching from a good vantage point.
+ Physically Fit - Not comparable to a soldier that trains day in and day out by any means, but he is quite fit.
+/- Citizen - Silais is a citizen of the galaxy, not a bounty hunter, mercenary, or soldier. Access to areas he wants to paint or sketch might be off limits.
- Self-deprecating - He has little confidence in himself, and it shows in how he approaches social situations of all sorts.
- People pleaser - Through a series of events, the need to make people happy tends to be a harsher whip than anything else.
APPEARANCE:
Tall and fit, this Twi'lek with the Lethan bloodline is one of few that doesn't garner intense attention. Striking out from Ryloth, this Twi'lek male brings a sketchpad, paint set, and holo-cam wherever he goes, hoping to capture the beauty of each planet and it's people.
His Lekku are quite long, with natural dark striping along them. Something he accentuated, read as hid, by tattooing large bands over top of his natural striping. Keeping himself fit by lending a hand where he can, he often finds himself doing dock work or heavy labor jobs. Something he doesn't mind since people are always in need of a hand somewhere.
His front teeth have been sharpened to the typical pointed mannerism, though not by his own hand.
BIOGRAPHY:
Silais was born on Ryloth, though he only truly lived there a very short while. At the age of one he and his mother were snatched by people of ill repute, the pair being sold into slavery for a while given his mother's pale pink complexion and his own deep crimson. They were held for some time away from their home world, his mother being made to dance while he learned to serve drinks so that his mother could witness his "safety" while she paid for it.
Being treated as little more than a servant, the boy learned the hard way to read the slight body languages of the people around him. Avoiding conflict as best he could, he also avoided upsetting his mother as best able by keeping some of the worse treatments he received quiet from her. He never quite understood who owned them, never bothering to really learn anything more than how to be polite and how to keep people from being angry with him.
After several years of this, a rival gang attempted a coup to upset the balance that their owner had over the area. In the initial attack, his mother had been kept relatively safe. Her time on stage had finished shortly before the first assault by the rival gang, but the attackers were relentless. Someone, he assumes the rival gang, came backstage following another being that was fleeing. His mother being the handiest thing around was used as a shield while a blaster shot rang out.
While she wasn't killed, her time as a dancing slave had come to an abrupt end.
Relegated to the kitchen after successfully pushing the rival gang out, his mother began working as a cook among other things. The boy learned to draw while he wasn't serving guests, given the sudden jump in security and lack of company with the growing paranoia of their owner. His mother, now embittered by an injury, began to direct her anger where it could fall. Dancing girls looking for a meal, guards that tried to catch an extra plate.
A son not working and instead drawing.
She was by no means incredibly harsh, but she was strict and at time perhaps regretted what she did later. Though it had Silais carefully guarding his treasured hobby. The one thing he could do that wasn't controlled by someone else.
A few more years of this found their owner under another attack, this time by the local groups that had been scouting out his base to eradicate him. They hired mercenaries, asked for aid from larger government groups, and even set bounties against anyone that did the dirty work for their leader. It was in this upheaval that Silais and his mother were returned to Ryloth after a successful raid on the compound. Silais had thrown himself in front of his crippled mother, trying to keep her out of harm when it was found out the pair were slaves from Ryloth from a missing person's poster on the holo-net.
Their father had been looking diligently, and once returned to their home world, believed life would go on.
He was sorely mistaken.
Embittered by not only her wounds, but years of torment, his mother found herself deep in depression. Silais blamed himself, finding that if he had not been taken with her, she may not have been shot or been able to escape on her own. These thoughts plagued him as his mother struggled to come back from her slow mental degradation. His father, while patient, tried to find them help and pushed for Silais to assist him in his search. Feeling out of sorts with the people of Ryloth, a crippling sort of social anxiety swept over him and made him seem like a gibbering idiot when trying to seek help.
After a few months of this repetitive cycle, his mother eventually took her own life, and his father sank into his own depression at his failings both old and new before following her.
Left on his own, Silais sold everything they had and struck out among the stars, wishing to put as much distance between himself and the memories that plagued him on Ryloth.
LANGUAGES:
Ryl
Basic
Huttese
EQUIPMENT:
Holdout Blaster
SHIP:
N/A
KILLS:
N/A
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
N/A
ROLE-PLAYS:
WIP
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