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, white harem pants, and black mesh sneakers.
INVENTORY
Vibrosword on his back- Phase-blade on his left hip
- Blaster pistol holstered on his right hip
Near-depleted, stolen personal energy shield on his utility belt- An actual, functioning personal energy shield now! Tohu's climbing up, who would've thought?
PERSONALITY, MOTIVATIONS & BELIEFS
Personality
Charisma: Beauty ain't in the eye of the beholder. Forget about it. This guy's good-looking, plain and simple. But it's not really just that. You know, some got that pull, that easy kind of charm that makes people want to be around them without really knowing why.
Cool(ish, still): He's got that unfazed thing going on, mostly nailed. Though if you look close, the sign's hanging a little crooked. Like those kids in school who ran with the cool crowd but never quite blended in all the way. You could probably tell something was just a bit off. The "nothing gets to me" act can turn into or seem like actual indifference. Sometimes he seems like he doesn't care about anything or anyone. And maybe he doesn't.
Witty: Enjoys an insightful back-and-forth, a bit of witty banter, even with opponents.
Independent: Doesn't like being told what to do, and won't wait around for someone else to take the lead. If it needs doing, he'll do it his way. Hates relying on others. Learned it his whole life, dragged from one sect waiting for a messiah to another by his mother. Turns down help even when he needs it, because needing people feels too close to being weak.
TBA more probs
Motivations
Survival: Born and bred in the harsh gutters of Nar Shaddaa to a single mother, he's sharpened his survivor instincts to the point they have become a subconscious motivation.
Money: Money runs the galaxy, and Tohu's got the gambling malady (he denies it, of course). He likes money, and his avarice for it most likely stems from his survival motivation; after all, money is key to surviving, right?
Thrill: You know that high you get from gambling? Multiply that by a thousand, and that's what the thrill of fighting strong opponents does to Tohu. It's an adrenaline junkie kind of thing.
Beliefs
Tohu on Life, the Galaxy: tba
Tohu on the Force: tba
Tohu on Jedi, Sith, and the like: tba
Tohu on politics: tba
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. See Special Abilities in post #2 for more info.
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
TBA when I have time
Last edited:
