Tohu
heard you paint houses
T O H U
| Age | 19-21 |
| Species | Human |
| Gender | Male |
| Height | 6ft |
| Weight | 178lbs |
| Force Sensitive | N |
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
Raw. Unkempt. Hungry.
Beneath the unruly spill of raven hair that drifts across his brow, plays a cocky smirk promising trouble. His presence carries a certain rawness, most vivid in his eyes: the restless spark of a gutter-born's ambition to make it, veined with a darker glimmer just beneath. The glimmer of something predatory, though still untempered, much like a kath-hound pup's gaze.
Still caught in the swell of a late growth spurt, his narrow waist branches into shoulders that seem to broaden with each passing week. His frame held the lean slenderness of youth, yet beneath it lingered the promise of strength still forming in a body not yet finished with its growth.
He dresses in simple, practical clothes -- quite fitting for a Shaddaa ruffian: a black T-shirt, loose harem pants, and black mesh sneakers.
INVENTORY
- Vibrosword on his back
- Blaster pistol holstered on his right hip
- Near-depleted, stolen personal energy shield on his utility belt
PERSONALITY AND BELIEFS
| POSITIVE: Driven Witty Resilient Cool-headed | NEUTRAL: Sardonic Observant Wry Detached | NEGATIVE: Stubborn Overconfident Ruthless Cunning |
STRENGTHS
Rogue: Fast, agile, witty, and dirty. Never hesitates to leverage cheap shots and tricks if it gets him closer to his goal.
Steel: Tough in body and mind; he can take a beating and keep standing long before he yields.
Quick Learner: The ace in his sleeve. He is an incredible learner.
WEAKNESSES
Overconfidence: Rising from the gutters into even the lowest rung of Black Sun has only fed his arrogance.
Levels to this game: In a galaxy of gods, he's just a mortal. Even among the criminal rank and file, he is little more than a young outlaw with a gun and a blade.
Gambling: lol
HISTORY
Born in the gutters of Nar Shaddaa, there's only one way. Up. Tohu spent his childhood with his mother, never knowing his father. She drifted among different religious sects and cults, such as the Inheritors of the Crystal, the Cult of the Screaming Blade, and others. Most were either pyramid schemes or fronts for other illegal activities; the rest, too, but he never received confirmation. What all had in common was that they all preached for a messiah, a Jedi, a Sith, or someone else -- a savior to pull them out of the gutter. And on they waited forever.
Adults could swallow the lies. Easier than choking on truth for a single mother, trudging through the cesspit that was Nar Shaddaa with a child she'd brought to this damned galaxy. But for a sharp kid, puberty kills illusion. There's no one coming to save you. You, only you, dictate your fate. And Tohu swore he would one day become the greatest hunter in the galaxy.
He would never be the prey again.
THREADS
ARC 1: PAPER TIGER
Somehow, he's made it into the Black Sun. Time to do whatever it takes to get that bounty hunting license sponsorship.
- Thread 1
- Thread 2
- Thread 7
- I make this prettier another time
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