Post by Red on Sept 12, 2014 4:01:17 GMT -5
Name: Mithus Orbien
Race:Human
Age: 10
Height: 4'7"
Weight: 95lbs
Birth place: Dantooine
Appearance: Mithus is still a growing boy, but as of now he stands at a modest height common for is age, with black hair braided into locks. His brown skin is part of his heritage, but the tattered clothing is a sign of the times on Dantooine. Indeed his dark brown eyes used to shine with the liveliness often found in children, but since the outbreak of violence they remain rather dull and weary. He is a healthy child with baby fat still on his face and no real muscle mass to speak of, but given the times that too may change.
Personality: Mithus was one of the many happy children of Dantooine once upon a time ago, but war has a way of changing people, even those not directly involved. Mithus is a child, and while he might think himself mature it is clear to those of age that he still has some growing up to do. With no one left to guide him the boy's language has gotten vulgar and his manners gone from sight. Interactions with other children his own age are welcomed with teasing and rough housing, but overall treated as equals.
Adults are usually greeted in a rude way, but generally he'll accept their authority. Unless of course its to get him to go to school, which will cause the absence of Mithus from their company. He enjoys seeing massive ships come and go, the blasters and armor of the people fighting, all the things a ten year old boy would normally get excited about are not lost on him, but living alone has caused him to experience troubles that no one his age should ever have knowledge of.
Occupation:N/A
Rank:N/A
Skills: Novice pickpocket
Ships/Vehicles: N/A
Attributes:
Physical Strength: Below Average
Intelligence: Average
Speed: Average
Charisma: Below average
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: Unskilled
Telepathic: Unskilled
Body: Novice
Sense: Novice
Protection: Unskilled
Healing: Unskilled
Destruction: Unskilled
Combat Training: None
Force Training: None
Other Training:
Thief: Apprentice
Lightsaber Training: None
Bio:Born to Darius and Chike Orbien, Mithus is there only child, and a miracle one at that. It was no secret that the two had tried for years to conceive a child, but when Darius was declared sterile they had given up all hope. Imagine their surprise when Chike found out she was three months pregnant. The Orbien's had always been a small family, Darius was had only one sister who ventured off world and Chike was the third daughter with no brothers to speak of, and now Mithus was the continuation of the family line.
His childhood was a meager one, but he was happy. He and his family worked the farm, bringing enough credits to turn a profit while keeping food on the table. While his parents paid little mind to the trouble of the galaxy there was no short amount of talk about the political woes it could mean. Mithus believed his parents when they said there was nothing to fear, when they comforted him from the nightmares troubling talk had brought. But in the end they were wrong, and it cost them everything.
The Sith brought with them conflict, an invasion that shook the planet into a frenzy. Battles raged in open fields and farms were abandoned for more secluded grounds. They however didn't fear the fighting, it was far off and contained, there was no reason to leave their possessions behind. Content as they were, The Orbien's held their ground and continued on with their daily lives, hoping that the could ride out the storm until the end of the violence. But the fighting seemed to have no end, and in the middle of the night a small group of farmers found themselves with rebels in their mist.
Its hard to turn away known faces of people who'd spent their entire live on planet with you. When they came pleading to be hidden from the Sith they were welcomed, reluctantly, but welcomed all the same. After a few days without incident it seemed likely that the Sith had let them go, and Mithus, ever the excited child was sent into town to buy supplies and get word of the situation with one of the men. The trip was easy, he even remembered it being fun as they visited the shops and spoke with some of the town folk, with little to no military presence. But the time came to return home, Mithus found that his home, as well as his family, was no more.
His home was no more, burned to the ground along with the dead bodies of the rebels and his family. He cried for days, but it felt like years and for the first time he found himself alone in the world. For a while he lived with other adults, bounced between those who could care for him temporarily, but each move gave him a fouler disposition. They were all sad, saying they were heroes for doing what they did, that the rebellion would get revenge for what happened, but they couldn't see that to him the rebellion was the problem, at least part of it. Were it not for them his parents would still be alive, if they had not come the Sith would have left them alone.
That was three years ago. Now he was an accomplished street rat, a thorn in the side the Sith and natives alike as he stole from both and evaded them just as easily. He didn't understand that the reason he'd avoided them was because of his connection to the force, an untrained instinct that would sometimes warn him of upcoming danger. He called it a bad vibes and left it at that, so no one was seemingly the wiser.
There were few he trusted, and even fewer he called friend, but for now this lifestyle suited him and he knew no other way...for now at least.
RP Sample:
Fire. Unrelenting flames that licked and tugged at his skin like burning playful children trying to get his attention. He could hear his parents screaming, begging for him to save them, to brave the blistering heat to spare them from this pain and torture. But it was impossible. He, a small boy couldn't compete with a wall of fire, with red hot metal and collapsing beams. Somewhere in the distance he could hear a horrifying laughter, a soulless cackle that held no remorse or pity.
"Ahhhh!" The fire had him!! He could feel the hands of his parents clinging to him, smothering him with their heat as he was dragged deeper into the fray. Mithus awoke screaming, thrashing against the blanket that had somehow wrapped around his neck. In his panic he didn't recognize his surroundings as flashes of his burning home held his attention. It took minutes before the images faded, before the horrible screams and laughter became nothing but memory once again.
Another nightmare, this one more potent than the last. It seemed that no matter what house he choose to sleep in he would forever be haunted in his dreams. 'So much for a safe place to sleep.' Groggily, Mithus dressed himself and grabbed his belongings. His extra cloths were on the line, but before he left the house the boy made sure to make his way to the storage unit to grab some food. The Niras wouldn't like his departure, but he thought that maybe Baako would understand. He always seemed to give him a little more slack than most adults.
