Khepri
Character
Sitting atop what seemed to be a mound of dirt was a short, stout Gand. His surface was brown and bumpy, like the carapace of a beetle that had lived too long, his eyes a solid grey and his mouth concealed my a rebreather that hissed with the rhythm of his breathing. It was a quiet morning on Bovo Yagen, only the rustling of leaves and the occasional noise of a small animal could be heard in the distance. It was bliss for Khepri, a place where he could relax and focus on his study of the force. Every so often an individual would land nearby in search for supplies before they continued their voyage or even worse, land due to injuries inhibiting their travel. More often than not Khepri would aid this individuals when they came. They were the only sentient interaction he knew for nearly a decade now, and even in search of peace he cherished times where he could speak to others, learning knew things.
Raising a pipe that seemed to be made of scrap metal to his mask he would insert its tip into a small hole. Twisting slightly a grind and his could be heard faintly as his pipe attached itself to his rebreather. Breathing in deeply it allowed him to smoke his various herbs without fear of oxygen entering his lungs and killing him. Tilting his head to the side Khepri pulled the pipe from his mask, the faint sounds of a starship clearly being heard over the silence. It seemed today he would have another visitor, he thought as he exhaled, a plume of smoke jetting from the outlet valve of his mask with a loud hiss.
Sensing the force swirling around the individual with the ship he knew one thing. Not only was this person force sensitive, but they were trained at least to some extent in its use. The presence was not overtly dark, though it clearly did not feel as pure as the Jedi would like to believe themselves to be. It was odd, a mixture Khepri felt very rarely in the force, perhaps even similar to himself, though this presence was, smaller.
[member="Tin'tinag"]
Raising a pipe that seemed to be made of scrap metal to his mask he would insert its tip into a small hole. Twisting slightly a grind and his could be heard faintly as his pipe attached itself to his rebreather. Breathing in deeply it allowed him to smoke his various herbs without fear of oxygen entering his lungs and killing him. Tilting his head to the side Khepri pulled the pipe from his mask, the faint sounds of a starship clearly being heard over the silence. It seemed today he would have another visitor, he thought as he exhaled, a plume of smoke jetting from the outlet valve of his mask with a loud hiss.
Sensing the force swirling around the individual with the ship he knew one thing. Not only was this person force sensitive, but they were trained at least to some extent in its use. The presence was not overtly dark, though it clearly did not feel as pure as the Jedi would like to believe themselves to be. It was odd, a mixture Khepri felt very rarely in the force, perhaps even similar to himself, though this presence was, smaller.
[member="Tin'tinag"]