Snarykk

[Snarykk]

NAME: Snarykk
FACTION: Whoever pays him the most.
RANK: None.
SPECIES: Ewok. (I know…I’m sorry.)
AGE: 30 Galactic Standard (Ewok lifespan is around sixty, to seventy years of age.)
SEX: Male.
HEIGHT: One meter.
WEIGHT: 10 pounds.
EYES: Yellow.
HAIR: Grey and brown.
SKIN: N/A.
FORCE SENSITIVE: Negative.
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
+Sharpshooter.
+Survival instinct. Born and raised in the Endor wilderness, he can name the flora and fauna in his sleep and can live off the land quite easily.
+/-Size.
+Basic. He can fully understand basic, but cannot speak it without his translator.
-Underestimates opponents.
-Cocky.
-Xenophobia. Any other species other than Ewok must prove themselves to him. Anyone other person from an opposite species, he watches with extreme suspicion and caution.

APPEARANCE: Covered in thick grey and brown fur, he stands no taller than one meter. A slight scar runs across his left eye. Large, pig-like nose and large decaying teeth.

BIOGRAPHY: Born on Endor in a small, Ewok village, Snarykk wondered around, mostly listening and watching, and occasionally hunting for his small tribe. While his kills were nothing impressive, he developed a very decent aim and accuracy with projectile weapons. From rocks to spears, and eventually blasters after his tribe came across an abandoned freighter, deep within the Endor wilderness.

While his tribe ignored these weapons, the young Snarykk did not, studying them, desperately attempting to learn how to operate them and discover their purpose. After unintentionally wounding the tribe’s chief, he was shunned from the tribe, simply sent into the wilderness with several rocks and a slingshot to hunt with.

After a few days, Snarykk had a small shelter made from branches, sticks, and leaves. Fashioning a spear from the rope of his rather ineffective slingshot and a few sharpened rocks, he was capable of hunting much more effectively, most of his meals consisting of small game and birds.


The young Snarykk awoke one night, his eyes adjusting to the bright, blue light in the distance, watching as it slowly descended to Endor, landing further into the woods. Spear in hand, he ventured into the wilderness, determined to discover the source of the light, his curiosity taking off as his fur flew in the midnight breeze.

Slowly, he finally came across the site, his eyes widening as he watched several different people, from Trandoshan to Chiss proceeding to set up equipment foreign to the young Ewok. He watched with narrow eyes, grunting in anger as he realized what they were doing. They were obviously attempting to remove trees and possibly other resources from Snarykk's land. As he watched them proceed to chop into the trees with this equipment.

However, realizing that he was severely outnumbered by these men, who also held the blasters that had sent Snarykk away into the Endor forest. He quickly spun around, sprinting into the woods, leaves crunching under his feet as he heard the confused murmurs from the alien creatures who were attempting to possibly destroy his home.


Every night, he watched as the bright, blue light returned, their ship landing in the Endor forest, and every night, Snarykk would head into the forest, each time a greater amount of the forest removed as they carted it off into their large shuttle, before taking off into the sky; Snarykk unsure where exactly they were headed.

Then one night, Snarykk crawled outside of his hut, anger and determination on his face as once again, he watched the ship land deep in the forest. His veins bulging, he grunted as he raised his spear, stalking into the woods, determined now was the time to strike.


Once he had approached, he watched as only a single Trandoshan sentry guarded the area, while his companions dragged the heavy logs back deeper into woods, and knowing from watching for hours and hours, they would return with the logs sawed in half and into small, separate sections before they would cart them into the ship. He watched as everyone, except the sentry stalked off down their man-made path, chuckling and socializing with each other. Slowly, Snarykk raised his spear, taking a step forward, his eyes going wide as he stepped onto a branch, the small branch cracking in two. The Trandoshan sentry, with a hiss, quickly spun around, snarling at the Ewok who was in plain sight. However, with the fiercest battle cry to ever leave an Ewok’s mouth, he hurled the spear, watching as the Trandoshan’s eyes went wide, as he gasped for air and fell to his knees, his gaze set upon the spear protruding from his stomach before collapsing in a heap.


He felt the burning hatred that he felt towards the scum who had been destroying his home, and planned to end all of their pathetic lives. He charged up the entrance ramp, screaming angrily and flailing his arms as he sprinted past several rows of logs. Navigating the shuttle, he managed to find the cockpit, before quickly rushing out, retrieving his spear, and crouching down behind one of the logs, out of sight.


Hours later, he heard the surprised gasp of someone outside, before he heard the footsteps of multiple people sprinting up the ramp and into the ship. “Search the ship! Find the karker and skin ‘em!” A trandoshan hissed. Slowly, he glanced over the log, watching the several men gather around, blaster rifles in their hands.
Suddenly, a Trandoshan hissed, firing his blaster at the Ewok as he leaned over the log in an attempt to see more clearly. With a yelp, Snarykk leaped back behind the logs, screaming in panic. “SHOOT ‘EM! YOU INCOMPETANT NERF-HERDERS!”


Snarykk slowly closed his eyes, accepting his fate. He waited for several minutes, before quickly opening his eyes after hearing the laughter of the men. He watched in anger as one proceeded to place the barrel of his blaster to the Ewok’s forehead, his finger on the trigger. “Wait…don’t kill ‘em.” One of the men barked, pushing the barrel of the blaster away from the Ewok’s head. “Why don’t we blast him from the airlock?” One of the men suggested, to the Trandoshan’s obviously irritated sigh. “What…why!? Why don’t we just blast the damn Ewok and get it over with!?”


“I-I…J-just…why not!?” The men bickered back and forth, shouting at each other, barking their suggestions on how to deal with the Ewok. “Fine…We’ll shoot ‘em from the airlock! Satisfied!?” One of the men barked angrily.
All that was next was the familiar, bright light and the Ewok’s vision fading as he was slowly dragged down the corridor, nearly vomiting after feeling the vibration and heavy rocking of the shuttle.
Suddenly, the Ewok sat up, gasping for air as he examined the room. The room was unlit and it took a few minutes for the Ewok to adjust to the pitch-black room. Slowly, using his hands to balance himself, he pushed himself up to his feet, falling to his knees once again as he saw the beam of light creeping through the room under the door.


Resting his head on the floor, he glanced through the small slot on the bottom of the door, seeing nothing but the wall of a hallway. With a slight Ewok sigh, he rolled over onto his back, staring up at the ceiling. Noticing something in the corner of his eye, he slowly shuffled over to the large shelf, he examined the foreign device, before gripping onto the metal beam, pulling himself up until reaching the top. Glancing at the object he had noticed, he quickly realized that the vent he was staring at led somewhere, clearly outside of this room.


Quickly, he pushed on the vent, sighing as nothing happened. His gaze shot over to the door upon hearing the heavy, drawn-out footsteps of someone approaching. Quickly, he located the switch of the vent, and quickly he began turning the dial, watching in amazement as the vent opened. Without a second thought, he leaped into the air vent, climbing inside, quickly crawling further down the vent, breathing heavily. Quickly, he stopped after hearing the loud slam of the door crack open, followed by someone’s confused murmurs.


However, he quickly returned back to crawling down the vent, until discovering a second vent, leading down towards the exit ramp. Slowly, he placed his head down upon the cold steel, closing his eyes for a moment, before quickly opening them, forcing himself to remain awake for the next few hours.
Suddenly, after hours of flight, he felt the ship touch down, and the loading ramp slowly falling to the ground. He waited for several minutes, watching as the same men quickly rushed down the ramp, pushing a cart with a sliced up log, sliced in individual pieces, tied to it down the ramp. After a few minutes, their voices slowly disappeared into the distance.


Dropping down into the corridor, the Ewok rushed out down the ramp, his eyes widening as he glanced around the Correlia landing pad. With no hesitation, he sprinted off into the distance, attempting to escape the men before they noticed, realizing his hatred still remained as he felt the anger grab him every time he thought of the men.
He now roams the galaxy, becoming a decent pilot and now smuggles and is contemplating bounty hunting if he comes across someone he deems trustworthy enough.


Possessions:

Bowcaster.

Ammunition Bandolier.

Commlink.

Datapad.

Monocle Ocular Enhancer.



SHIP: Small freighter with sections of the interior removed to increase storage room. No weapon systems.

KILLS: None yet.

BOUNTIES COLLECTED: None yet.