The Gleebest Shitto
PROFILE
Age: 212
Species: Molluscoid
Gender: Masc
Force Sensitive: No
APPEARANCE: Zez is a tall molluscoid with a lanky frame. As their species comes from a low-gravity moon, his physique is quite lacking compared to the galaxy’s standard fare. His eyes are a beady black and unblinking, sitting upon retractable stalks atop his head. His skin is a dark blue-ish grey, sleek with slimy sheen.
SKILLS & TRAITS:
Noncombatant - Zez prefers to avoid combat when possible. He has never had the nerves of a soldier, and prefers to enact violence in other ways.
Cultural Fascination - Zez is quick to understand and adapt to new cultures, and learn alien languages.
Rakish - Zez enjoys fraternizing with people from cultures that he finds new and interesting. He often gets caught headlong into infatuations, sometimes several at the same time.
Tech Savvy - As someone on the forefront of galactic xenoanthropology, Zez has often needed to innovate his own technological solutions and algorithms. He knows how to maintain and improve his equipment and software on his own.
Regeneration - Due to Zez’s natural physiology, he possesses an incredible regenerative ability. As long as most of his organs are still present, he is able to regenerate his body completely within a matter of weeks.
BACKGROUND: Zez Bruuna was born on a remote moon within imperial space. Always fascinated by the foreign cultures that had placed themselves in charge of his homeworld, he ventured into xenoanthropology when he came to the age of majority.
He would eventually find himself a professor among his people’s universities, entrenched in his local academia and under the watchful eyes of the Empire and the rotting corpses left in its wake.
When the Empire collapsed once more, not even his world could avoid the great vacuum that formed. Every few years, an upstart warlord occupied his world, only to quickly be replaced by another in the endless cycle of imperial infighting. Left each time with fewer resources than before, until the moon was left destitute and ruined.
By happenstance, the professor had been forced to take the role of an administrator, a simple politician orchestrating a delicate balance between the survival and extinction of everything that he had ever known. The institutions that he had called home were a shadow of their former selves. The people spoke of revolution, of solidarity, of isolation and strongmen to lead a weak people, but none of them could muster the power they needed to resist warlords who prevailed against them.
But one day, in hushed tones and clandestine meetings, he was offered an escape from the horrors. Liberation born from the corpse of the very monsters that had oppressed them. A union’s hand that promised it could rebuild and uplift his civilization, where others had torn it down. All for this, he only needed to teach them their ways, help them build inroads, and prepare his people for integration.