Post by Valcor on Jul 8, 2015 15:11:05 GMT -5
Name: Mo' (Moe)
Race: Mantellian Savrip
Age: 23
Birthplace: Egg laid on Ord Mantell, hatched in space.
Allegiance: 'Ooeva da boss iz. (Anyone)
Status: Slave/Mercenary
Rank: Grunt
Height/Weight: 2.5 Meters (8.21 feet)/213 kilograms 470 pounds
Appearance:
Mo' stands well over all others in his presence, his towering eight feet of altitude an imposing feature on it's own not even to mention his width. Accompanying his imposing height, Mo' is proportionally thick, his chest and shoulders broader than nearly two human's combined. Fitting the size of his torso, Mo's limbs are equally as broad, his arms alone rippling with enough strength to rip metal doors from their hinges and bend beams under their might. However, this strength does come at a cost to Mo's maneuverability.
While the Savrip's legs ripple with cold blooded muscle, most of this strength goes towards supporting the towering body above them and not towards speedy movement. While Mo' can sprint rather quickly if given sufficient space and time to build up to such speeds, he cannot catch many by surprise with his movements. Only when already moving at his top speed is Mo's quickness something to fear.
Befitting his profession as a slave and a mercenary, Mo's body is riddled with scars and discolored, marring his once aesthetically pleasing form. His shoulders show signs lifting heavy objects due to the visible wear and tear. His hands, wrists, and ankles show signs of shackles with both being marked by raw spots where bondage might have dangled, however these marks are rather worn indicating the damage occurred long ago when Mo' was but a youth.
Only Mo's face is largely undamaged. This is due to the Savrip's habit of covering his face, as a child would, when danger approaches. His snout his curved downward towards his maw, only slightly accented by the position of his nostrils. Where many of his species sport rows of teeth that would frighten to most hardened of soldiers, Mo' possesses somewhat of an overbite, giving him a less grisly appearance and more of a simple look. It is only when he seeks to form words that his upper row of teeth vanish back within his mouth behind his upper lip.
As far as clothing goes, Mo' is often found lacking. The leathery beast rarely has need for armor, as his thick hide is usually sufficient for all but the most direct damage. In addition, Mo' is never with many credits to his name, and as such had rarely indulged with respect to clothing or armament, leaving him with tattered pants and no shirt to speak of, only barely preserving his dignity. Not that the uneducated beast paid covering his body much mind anyway.
Personality: Mo' is above all else, a simpleton. His thought process goes from point A to point B and not many other places in between. This stems mostly from Mo's upbringing, in which he was denied proper education and proper adult figures of his own species to model himself after. All the young Savrip was around were slaves and guards, none of which cared for the reptile's education or growth. All Mo' was to them was a growing creature smart enough to follow orders, and that's all they taught him to be.
Despite his lack of mental stimulation, Mo' is a curious creature. He enjoys trying to understand simple things and grows visibly delighted when he does something he deems "hard" correctly. Following commands to completion is the most common way this is seen, but other tasks like assisting with moving objects achieve the same end. In addition, Mo' is also curious about people and creatures, and unless commanded, is not hostile in the slightest. However, due to his imposing presence and lack of knowledge of social norms, Mo' can come across as rude or brutish when he finds a person curious. He will prod, sniff, push or grab anything that catches his eye, including others. Typically shiny objects are his favorite, including armors or weapons.
Mo' can be savage as well. Due to his simple minded nature, Mo' follows any and all orders given by his "boss" to the letter, and has no qualms about killing if said order is given. Like a small child, Mo' understands little of his impact on the world, and thinks little of those he hurts as well. When conflict arises due to his actions, Mo' is often stoic and direct, however when in pain, Mo' is quick to turn to anger and rage. He responds to injury as a youth would, seeking revenge for being hurt against the person who inflicted it upon him, often times blowing his own pain out of proportion when returning the favor. This often leads to Mo' violently assaulting even inanimate objects he might injure himself upon. Mo' has repeatedly broken tables he himself has stubbed his foot on.
All in all, Mo' tries to do right by others, but also deems his master's word to be infallible, often leading him down dark paths he does not see.
Ships/Vehicles: N/a
Equipment:
Shoota (A light repeating blaster)
Basha (A heavy durasteel pipe)
Stats: (Feeble, Below Average, Average, Above Average, Superior, Legendary)
Strength - Legendary
Agility - Below Average
Intelligence - Feeble
Charisma - Feeble
Combat Training: (Unskilled, Novice, Apprentice, Adept, Expert, Master)
Bashin': Expert. This being Mo's primary form of combat, he has become quite proficient at it. Using any blunt object nearby, and naught else but his brute strength, Mo' can reduce even the densest metal droid to is baser components in moments. His preference is his "'Ard Pipe".
Shoot'n: Unskilled. Mo' is largely ignorant to proper use of firearms and as such uses primarily repeaters to suit his needs. Firing only from the hip, this large reptile relies more on a higher volume of blaster fire to achieve his needs than precision.
Other Training:
N/a
Biography:
The unfortunate band so ironically named, "Loona's Luckiest" had made a jump into Ord Mantell space, and quickly landed on the planet. Once on the surface, the pirates were quick to shut down their engines to avoid being discovered by their pursuers, yet the captain, a man by the name of Frick Loona, knew the Republic was not so easily shaken from their prey. Captain Loona commanded his men to search for supplies on the planet's surface, which luckily held quite an abundance of resources. The grizzled commander had his fair share of run-ins with the Republic in his day, and knew that after a few days they would return to their station. Those interceptors they flew only carried so much food and water. So he settled in, content to let his men do most of the hard work of hunting and gathering.
The planet was not unkind to the pirates in their searching either, for in naught but an hour, the men sent out to search for supplies returned, their packs stuffed to the brim with fruits, berries and eggs of unknown origin. These being pirates not largely educated on the dangers of eating unknown foods, quickly set upon cooking the unknown substances and preparing them for consumption. Pots were filled with water, fires stoked and potential food set up to cook. However, a few morsels were set aside from the larger batch being prepared to be saved for later, with one of these being a single egg. Mo's egg.
With little regard for what they were consuming, the pirate crew were quick to gorge themselves on the bounty of food they had collected, scarfing down anything and everything they could fit in a pot as well as numerous fruits they could not. However, their intrusion had not gone unnoticed, for the eggs they had taken belonged to a large and currently quite disgruntled Savrip mother. From the shadows, the reptilian female watched in horror as these strange aliens consumed her children. The female had at first taken caution when stalking the aliens, uncertain what kind of danger they presented, but now as she watched them end the early lives of her young, she threw caution to the wind.
As the pirates roared with laughter at thoughts of the republic failing to find them, they left themselves wide open for attack, one which was closing in on them all too quickly. In moments laughter turned to cries of fear as a half ton of reptilian rage descended upon them. Despite lacking even a semblance of technology, armor, or weaponry, the primal mother tore through the bandits, her sharp teeth, rippling muscles and hard scales allowing her to do so. Unprepared for any kind of attack, the pirates fled towards their ship in terror, leaving comrades and gear alike in their wake to be torn apart by their attacker. The beast, far too distracted searching for any of her spawn still intact, took little notice to the outlaws fleeing into their craft, which ironically held the only of her eggs left.
Once back aboard their craft, the pirates quickly set upon rearming themselves to bring the beast that had just slain so many of their men down, but their efforts were soon put to a stop by their captain. Loona was astonished by the size and ferocity of the beast, but also by it's apparent sentience. From the safety of the hangar, he watched, keeping his men at bay for the moment. The mother before him searched the camp with apparent worry in it's face, checking bags, bodies and crates in a hurried fashion. It was only when the creature began to whimper and call out for it's spawn in what appeared to be language, that the Captain decided he had seen all he needed to, then allowing his men to put the creature out of it's misery. Convinced of the creatures intelligence, the Captain inquired if the men had any of the eggs remaining that the mother had been so frantically searching for, which they promptly presented to him from the storage room. There only remained one left, but it was all the Captain wished for.
The pirates, now too fearful of the planet to leave their ship, spent the remaining few days on planet hunkered down within the metal hulk of their craft before gladly leaving the world behind. It was only Captain Loona who held eagerness in his heart rather than fear. He was all too excited to grow himself a reptilian warrior all for himself, but this irrational dream would never be realized. As is most common among bandits such as those on board Loona's ship, they mutinied not long after leaving Ord Mantell. Due to a combination of losing a large portion of their crew, as well as nearly meeting their demise while fleeing the republic due to a random jump, the men felt Captain Loona had lost his mind.
Caleem owned a iron mine housed in an asteroid belt in the same solar system as Tattooine, and relied heavily on slave labor rather than machines due to the lack of technological complications associated. When Caleem came across the small reptilian creature being sold for such a cheap price by the pirates, he was all too eager to purchase it, but not for labor. In addition to his business, Caleem was rather intrigued by exotic pets, having nearly a dozen already in his possession, and found Mo' to be just intriguing enough to purchase. At the time, due to his size and appearance, Mo' looked little more than a strange pet barely being large enough to rival a small cat, however this did not last long.
Being housed in a warm environment and well fed allowed Mo' to grow quickly, and within a few weeks was almost the size of a kath hound. This was not the only trait he was beginning to show either that separated him from the rest of Caleem's pets, for he also soon began to stand on his rear legs to move about and mimic his Duros owner, signs of intelligence. It was from his first attempts at speech that Mo' got his name, for after being fed, the young Savrip would often raise his hands to his master and repeat a phrase he had heard, "Mo! Mo!" However, once it became apparent the reptile was no mere pet, Caleem was less than pleased, thinking the pirates had tricked him and sold him some kind of Trandoshan child or that of another species. In his anger, Caleem cast Mo' out of his home and into the mines, forcing him to grow up among the slaves who worked them. As it had been nearly three years since the pirates had sold the Duros Mo', Caleem held little faith in the idea of getting his credits returned.
Not knowing any better however, Mo' assumed that this was simply how life was for everyone, and took rather well to the work. The heavy lifting suited the rapidly growing Savrip, building up his strength and endurance quickly. To Mo', life was not hard or as degrading as his fellow slaves viewed it, for he did not know any better. He was a slave. He did what he was told. He received rewards when he performed well. He received punishment and beatings when he did not. These lessons were rather plain for Mo' who began to see his oppressors as closer to parents than subjugators. For Mo', who lacked any other kind of parental figure, the site of the clean, well spoken guards was like that of a young child seeing a role model. Soon Mo' began to treat them as such. When he performed well in whatever task was asked of him, he would joyously bring news to Caleem when he could, telling him how hard he had worked and how much ore he had produced.
At first Caleem was skeptical of the Savrip, thinking his eagerness to be some kind of slave plot, but after Mo' continued to seek his approval for months on end, Caleem's nervousness vanished. For the aging Duros, the site of the barely 8 year old Mo' working his hardest for simple compliments was quite surprising, and warmed the otherwise hardened boss' heart. In no time at all, Mo' became the favorite of many of the guards, for he never raised issue, never complained or faltered in his efforts, and often times would chastise other workers himself when he felt they were slacking. This favoring was not well received by the other worker however, who only saw another source of oppression being born from within their own ranks.
On his 15th birthday within the mines, the other workers distrust of Mo' came to a head. Mo', who now towered over his fellow workers, was once again eagerly working to please "Da boss" when a disgruntled Wookiee cast down his tools. Mo', who had seen the guards punish such actions before, decided to take it upon himself to further gain their pride. Approaching the slightly smaller creature, Mo' ordered the mammal to get back to work. The dissident, who had grown tired of his forced labor, reacted as was expected and fell upon Mo' with a flurry of strikes and a loud roar. In addition, others who had not taken kindly to their reptilian fellow's siding with their oppressors, also fell upon him.
Mo', who had only wished to further impress his role models, was wholly unprepared for the collective attack and cowered before them in fear. Despite his overwhelming size and superior strength to any within the crowd, Mo' was naught but a child mentally and had never been the victim of so much direct anger before, causing him to break down in fear. Cowering in the mine with his hands over his eyes, Mo' was brutalized by his fellow slaves for nearly 10 minutes before the guards came to his aid. It was only due to his hardened scales and thick muscle that the reptile was able to survive the attack, with both cushioning the blows of mining tools and fists for the duration of the attack. Once rescued, Mo' was a frightened mess, his imposing figure quivering as he was taken from the mines.
Once he was presented to Caleem, the Duros took pity on the creature he had seen grow up from a hatchling to a fully grown worker. Consoling the beast with the few of the guards who had also taken a liking to the large lizard, Mo' was finally calmed from his fearful state. However, when they tried to return him to the mines, he pleaded with them to not bring him back their, fearfully exclaiming that the slaves would kill him if they saw him again. If Mo' had been any other slave, the guards and their boss would have likely ignored the pleas and rid themselves of the burden. But Mo' was no ordinary slave. Many in the paid employ of Caleem had taken a liking to him, and had trouble sending him back with him in such an emotional state. Convinced Mo' could no longer serve in the mines, and partially emotional over the attack on such a loyal worker, Caleem decided to sell Mo'.
Mining had been all Mo' ever knew. Mo' was good at it too, he had all he could ever ask for. He had food in his belly, the occasional sweet candy, and kind word to let him know his work was appreciated, and a warm bed to fall into once the day was done. Now, everything was wrong. Mo' received no such praise from the new boss. His new job was confusing, and he wanted to go home. Mo' was confused by the bright lights and fast pace of life on Coruscant. All he still found familiar was his work, moving heavy objects from one place to another, however, even that had changed in some regard. For now, he only occasionally moved things, and for the most part stood around with a blaster he barely knew how to use. This was the most alone Mo' had ever felt, and his boss did little to ease this.
Where Caleem and his men had indulged Mo' with conversation off and on, Mr. Drock and his band of drug dealers outright scoffed at the reptile when he tried to impress them with his good work. In Mo's mind, this was due to his performance, for he knew little of social norms between outlaws. So Mo' worked harder, keeping mostly to himself, silently waiting for those words of praise he had grown accustomed to at his old home. These however, never came, and Mo's work only earned his boss money and fear. Until his 23rd birthday, Mo worked for Drock, gradually picking up on the way his coworkers acted, modeling himself after them accordingly. Like them he learned how to look intimidating during deals, soon realizing his size and strength made him one of the scariest. From them Mo' also learned how to use a blaster in the most rudimentary sense. He learned where the "ammo" went, how to load it and fire it, but not much else. Life was not what it had once been with Caleem, but Mo' was learning, and gradually becoming more comfortable in his new place. That was, until his boss was busted by the Coruscantian police.
Now, Mo' wanders Coruscant, once again lost for what to do with himself. He works occasional jobs for local bars as a bouncer to get by, but is largely on his own and often without purpose.
Roleplay Sample:
"Remember Mo'... Only take their guuunnnsss. I don't want a repeat of that Rodian incident, understand?" The ornery bartender Mo' currently called boss growled. Mo', not eager to receive the reprimand he got his actions last time, bowed his head and nodded slowly. Despite dwarfing the tiny human by nearly 3 feet at his full height, Mo' hunched and avoided eye contact with the man, as if trying to make himself as small as possible. After feeling the burning gaze of his boss on him for a few moments, Mo' replied "Only da gunz, I'z got it boss."
With a low sigh, the owner of the bar rubbed his forehead before speaking once more, his tone less aggressive than before, "Mo', I like you, I really do. But I can't keep you around if you take everything shiny from the customers!... Do you understand? I want to keep you employed." With his head still lowered in submission, Mo's grumbling voice replied, "Oy-Oye gotstit boss. Nuffing but da guns'n'stabby stuff... Oi'll do ya good dis toime boss." His words were broken and difficult to understand, but his willingness to do right by his boss was unmistakable.
After finally lifting his eyes to meet the bar owner's, the human sighed and patted Mo' on his scaly shoulder, "Okay Mo' opener up." With a quick nod, the reptile stood up to his full height and headed over for the wooden door of the bar and unlocked it, taking his place beside it as the first of the customers began walking through. The subtle pat was no compliment or form of praise, but the acknowledgement that he still had a job was enough to set Mo' at ease as he began patting down those walking in.
Race: Mantellian Savrip
Age: 23
Birthplace: Egg laid on Ord Mantell, hatched in space.
Allegiance: 'Ooeva da boss iz. (Anyone)
Status: Slave/Mercenary
Rank: Grunt
Height/Weight: 2.5 Meters (8.21 feet)/213 kilograms 470 pounds
Appearance:
Mo' stands well over all others in his presence, his towering eight feet of altitude an imposing feature on it's own not even to mention his width. Accompanying his imposing height, Mo' is proportionally thick, his chest and shoulders broader than nearly two human's combined. Fitting the size of his torso, Mo's limbs are equally as broad, his arms alone rippling with enough strength to rip metal doors from their hinges and bend beams under their might. However, this strength does come at a cost to Mo's maneuverability.
While the Savrip's legs ripple with cold blooded muscle, most of this strength goes towards supporting the towering body above them and not towards speedy movement. While Mo' can sprint rather quickly if given sufficient space and time to build up to such speeds, he cannot catch many by surprise with his movements. Only when already moving at his top speed is Mo's quickness something to fear.
Befitting his profession as a slave and a mercenary, Mo's body is riddled with scars and discolored, marring his once aesthetically pleasing form. His shoulders show signs lifting heavy objects due to the visible wear and tear. His hands, wrists, and ankles show signs of shackles with both being marked by raw spots where bondage might have dangled, however these marks are rather worn indicating the damage occurred long ago when Mo' was but a youth.
Only Mo's face is largely undamaged. This is due to the Savrip's habit of covering his face, as a child would, when danger approaches. His snout his curved downward towards his maw, only slightly accented by the position of his nostrils. Where many of his species sport rows of teeth that would frighten to most hardened of soldiers, Mo' possesses somewhat of an overbite, giving him a less grisly appearance and more of a simple look. It is only when he seeks to form words that his upper row of teeth vanish back within his mouth behind his upper lip.
As far as clothing goes, Mo' is often found lacking. The leathery beast rarely has need for armor, as his thick hide is usually sufficient for all but the most direct damage. In addition, Mo' is never with many credits to his name, and as such had rarely indulged with respect to clothing or armament, leaving him with tattered pants and no shirt to speak of, only barely preserving his dignity. Not that the uneducated beast paid covering his body much mind anyway.
Personality: Mo' is above all else, a simpleton. His thought process goes from point A to point B and not many other places in between. This stems mostly from Mo's upbringing, in which he was denied proper education and proper adult figures of his own species to model himself after. All the young Savrip was around were slaves and guards, none of which cared for the reptile's education or growth. All Mo' was to them was a growing creature smart enough to follow orders, and that's all they taught him to be.
Despite his lack of mental stimulation, Mo' is a curious creature. He enjoys trying to understand simple things and grows visibly delighted when he does something he deems "hard" correctly. Following commands to completion is the most common way this is seen, but other tasks like assisting with moving objects achieve the same end. In addition, Mo' is also curious about people and creatures, and unless commanded, is not hostile in the slightest. However, due to his imposing presence and lack of knowledge of social norms, Mo' can come across as rude or brutish when he finds a person curious. He will prod, sniff, push or grab anything that catches his eye, including others. Typically shiny objects are his favorite, including armors or weapons.
Mo' can be savage as well. Due to his simple minded nature, Mo' follows any and all orders given by his "boss" to the letter, and has no qualms about killing if said order is given. Like a small child, Mo' understands little of his impact on the world, and thinks little of those he hurts as well. When conflict arises due to his actions, Mo' is often stoic and direct, however when in pain, Mo' is quick to turn to anger and rage. He responds to injury as a youth would, seeking revenge for being hurt against the person who inflicted it upon him, often times blowing his own pain out of proportion when returning the favor. This often leads to Mo' violently assaulting even inanimate objects he might injure himself upon. Mo' has repeatedly broken tables he himself has stubbed his foot on.
All in all, Mo' tries to do right by others, but also deems his master's word to be infallible, often leading him down dark paths he does not see.
Ships/Vehicles: N/a
Equipment:
Shoota (A light repeating blaster)
Basha (A heavy durasteel pipe)
Stats: (Feeble, Below Average, Average, Above Average, Superior, Legendary)
Strength - Legendary
Agility - Below Average
Intelligence - Feeble
Charisma - Feeble
Combat Training: (Unskilled, Novice, Apprentice, Adept, Expert, Master)
Bashin': Expert. This being Mo's primary form of combat, he has become quite proficient at it. Using any blunt object nearby, and naught else but his brute strength, Mo' can reduce even the densest metal droid to is baser components in moments. His preference is his "'Ard Pipe".
Shoot'n: Unskilled. Mo' is largely ignorant to proper use of firearms and as such uses primarily repeaters to suit his needs. Firing only from the hip, this large reptile relies more on a higher volume of blaster fire to achieve his needs than precision.
Other Training:
N/a
Biography:
Thievery
Mo', like most others of his species up until his birth, was born on Ord Mantell in the less civilized rural portion of the planet away from the cities. That is not to say, that he hatched there however, for he was only an egg during his time on his home planet. The first in a large clutch of eggs birthed by two proud warrior parents, Mo' was destined for fighting. However, fate seemed to have a different battleground in mind for the yet to be formed reptile. Not two days after the featureless egg was birthed, the planet of Ord Mantell was visited by a band of space pirates fleeing the Republic Police. The unfortunate band so ironically named, "Loona's Luckiest" had made a jump into Ord Mantell space, and quickly landed on the planet. Once on the surface, the pirates were quick to shut down their engines to avoid being discovered by their pursuers, yet the captain, a man by the name of Frick Loona, knew the Republic was not so easily shaken from their prey. Captain Loona commanded his men to search for supplies on the planet's surface, which luckily held quite an abundance of resources. The grizzled commander had his fair share of run-ins with the Republic in his day, and knew that after a few days they would return to their station. Those interceptors they flew only carried so much food and water. So he settled in, content to let his men do most of the hard work of hunting and gathering.
The planet was not unkind to the pirates in their searching either, for in naught but an hour, the men sent out to search for supplies returned, their packs stuffed to the brim with fruits, berries and eggs of unknown origin. These being pirates not largely educated on the dangers of eating unknown foods, quickly set upon cooking the unknown substances and preparing them for consumption. Pots were filled with water, fires stoked and potential food set up to cook. However, a few morsels were set aside from the larger batch being prepared to be saved for later, with one of these being a single egg. Mo's egg.
With little regard for what they were consuming, the pirate crew were quick to gorge themselves on the bounty of food they had collected, scarfing down anything and everything they could fit in a pot as well as numerous fruits they could not. However, their intrusion had not gone unnoticed, for the eggs they had taken belonged to a large and currently quite disgruntled Savrip mother. From the shadows, the reptilian female watched in horror as these strange aliens consumed her children. The female had at first taken caution when stalking the aliens, uncertain what kind of danger they presented, but now as she watched them end the early lives of her young, she threw caution to the wind.
As the pirates roared with laughter at thoughts of the republic failing to find them, they left themselves wide open for attack, one which was closing in on them all too quickly. In moments laughter turned to cries of fear as a half ton of reptilian rage descended upon them. Despite lacking even a semblance of technology, armor, or weaponry, the primal mother tore through the bandits, her sharp teeth, rippling muscles and hard scales allowing her to do so. Unprepared for any kind of attack, the pirates fled towards their ship in terror, leaving comrades and gear alike in their wake to be torn apart by their attacker. The beast, far too distracted searching for any of her spawn still intact, took little notice to the outlaws fleeing into their craft, which ironically held the only of her eggs left.
Once back aboard their craft, the pirates quickly set upon rearming themselves to bring the beast that had just slain so many of their men down, but their efforts were soon put to a stop by their captain. Loona was astonished by the size and ferocity of the beast, but also by it's apparent sentience. From the safety of the hangar, he watched, keeping his men at bay for the moment. The mother before him searched the camp with apparent worry in it's face, checking bags, bodies and crates in a hurried fashion. It was only when the creature began to whimper and call out for it's spawn in what appeared to be language, that the Captain decided he had seen all he needed to, then allowing his men to put the creature out of it's misery. Convinced of the creatures intelligence, the Captain inquired if the men had any of the eggs remaining that the mother had been so frantically searching for, which they promptly presented to him from the storage room. There only remained one left, but it was all the Captain wished for.
The pirates, now too fearful of the planet to leave their ship, spent the remaining few days on planet hunkered down within the metal hulk of their craft before gladly leaving the world behind. It was only Captain Loona who held eagerness in his heart rather than fear. He was all too excited to grow himself a reptilian warrior all for himself, but this irrational dream would never be realized. As is most common among bandits such as those on board Loona's ship, they mutinied not long after leaving Ord Mantell. Due to a combination of losing a large portion of their crew, as well as nearly meeting their demise while fleeing the republic due to a random jump, the men felt Captain Loona had lost his mind.
Shackles
The rebellion on board the craft was quick and decisive, leading to the death of Captain Loona in the process. The man who ended up in command in Loona's place was not as eager to see the actions of his predecessor repeated, and set the ship on a route towards Tattooine to resupply and sell what little loot they still possessed. While the craft was mid-flight, Mo' was hatched, having been stowed away among Loona's possessions intended to be sold. When Mo' was discovered to have been hatched, the then Captain of the ship sent the barely handful sized creature to be sold with the rest of the loot as an, "exotic pet". It was from this sale, that Mo's first boss became known to him, coming in the form of a Duros named Caleem.Caleem owned a iron mine housed in an asteroid belt in the same solar system as Tattooine, and relied heavily on slave labor rather than machines due to the lack of technological complications associated. When Caleem came across the small reptilian creature being sold for such a cheap price by the pirates, he was all too eager to purchase it, but not for labor. In addition to his business, Caleem was rather intrigued by exotic pets, having nearly a dozen already in his possession, and found Mo' to be just intriguing enough to purchase. At the time, due to his size and appearance, Mo' looked little more than a strange pet barely being large enough to rival a small cat, however this did not last long.
Being housed in a warm environment and well fed allowed Mo' to grow quickly, and within a few weeks was almost the size of a kath hound. This was not the only trait he was beginning to show either that separated him from the rest of Caleem's pets, for he also soon began to stand on his rear legs to move about and mimic his Duros owner, signs of intelligence. It was from his first attempts at speech that Mo' got his name, for after being fed, the young Savrip would often raise his hands to his master and repeat a phrase he had heard, "Mo! Mo!" However, once it became apparent the reptile was no mere pet, Caleem was less than pleased, thinking the pirates had tricked him and sold him some kind of Trandoshan child or that of another species. In his anger, Caleem cast Mo' out of his home and into the mines, forcing him to grow up among the slaves who worked them. As it had been nearly three years since the pirates had sold the Duros Mo', Caleem held little faith in the idea of getting his credits returned.
Not knowing any better however, Mo' assumed that this was simply how life was for everyone, and took rather well to the work. The heavy lifting suited the rapidly growing Savrip, building up his strength and endurance quickly. To Mo', life was not hard or as degrading as his fellow slaves viewed it, for he did not know any better. He was a slave. He did what he was told. He received rewards when he performed well. He received punishment and beatings when he did not. These lessons were rather plain for Mo' who began to see his oppressors as closer to parents than subjugators. For Mo', who lacked any other kind of parental figure, the site of the clean, well spoken guards was like that of a young child seeing a role model. Soon Mo' began to treat them as such. When he performed well in whatever task was asked of him, he would joyously bring news to Caleem when he could, telling him how hard he had worked and how much ore he had produced.
At first Caleem was skeptical of the Savrip, thinking his eagerness to be some kind of slave plot, but after Mo' continued to seek his approval for months on end, Caleem's nervousness vanished. For the aging Duros, the site of the barely 8 year old Mo' working his hardest for simple compliments was quite surprising, and warmed the otherwise hardened boss' heart. In no time at all, Mo' became the favorite of many of the guards, for he never raised issue, never complained or faltered in his efforts, and often times would chastise other workers himself when he felt they were slacking. This favoring was not well received by the other worker however, who only saw another source of oppression being born from within their own ranks.
On his 15th birthday within the mines, the other workers distrust of Mo' came to a head. Mo', who now towered over his fellow workers, was once again eagerly working to please "Da boss" when a disgruntled Wookiee cast down his tools. Mo', who had seen the guards punish such actions before, decided to take it upon himself to further gain their pride. Approaching the slightly smaller creature, Mo' ordered the mammal to get back to work. The dissident, who had grown tired of his forced labor, reacted as was expected and fell upon Mo' with a flurry of strikes and a loud roar. In addition, others who had not taken kindly to their reptilian fellow's siding with their oppressors, also fell upon him.
Mo', who had only wished to further impress his role models, was wholly unprepared for the collective attack and cowered before them in fear. Despite his overwhelming size and superior strength to any within the crowd, Mo' was naught but a child mentally and had never been the victim of so much direct anger before, causing him to break down in fear. Cowering in the mine with his hands over his eyes, Mo' was brutalized by his fellow slaves for nearly 10 minutes before the guards came to his aid. It was only due to his hardened scales and thick muscle that the reptile was able to survive the attack, with both cushioning the blows of mining tools and fists for the duration of the attack. Once rescued, Mo' was a frightened mess, his imposing figure quivering as he was taken from the mines.
Once he was presented to Caleem, the Duros took pity on the creature he had seen grow up from a hatchling to a fully grown worker. Consoling the beast with the few of the guards who had also taken a liking to the large lizard, Mo' was finally calmed from his fearful state. However, when they tried to return him to the mines, he pleaded with them to not bring him back their, fearfully exclaiming that the slaves would kill him if they saw him again. If Mo' had been any other slave, the guards and their boss would have likely ignored the pleas and rid themselves of the burden. But Mo' was no ordinary slave. Many in the paid employ of Caleem had taken a liking to him, and had trouble sending him back with him in such an emotional state. Convinced Mo' could no longer serve in the mines, and partially emotional over the attack on such a loyal worker, Caleem decided to sell Mo'.
Crime
Back on Tattooine where Caleem had first seen the hatchling Mo', the Duros put the reptile back up for sale. This did not go over well with any of those present in Caleems employ however, for both the guards and Mo' himself had gotten attached and struggled to hold back tears. After hours of standing in the market awaiting offers and trying to hold back his emotions, Mo' was finally purchased by a man named Tyrune Drock. Mr. Drock ran a collection of night clubs all across Coruscant, many of which he also used to peddle narcotics out of. Mr. Drock was in search of some bodies to work in the more illicit portion of his business, and when he laid eyes on the towering lizard that was Mo' he knew he had found just the body. Offering full price, Mr. Drock eagerly purchased the contract for Mo', and after a few tearful fare wells, whisked the Savrip from his familiar life.Mining had been all Mo' ever knew. Mo' was good at it too, he had all he could ever ask for. He had food in his belly, the occasional sweet candy, and kind word to let him know his work was appreciated, and a warm bed to fall into once the day was done. Now, everything was wrong. Mo' received no such praise from the new boss. His new job was confusing, and he wanted to go home. Mo' was confused by the bright lights and fast pace of life on Coruscant. All he still found familiar was his work, moving heavy objects from one place to another, however, even that had changed in some regard. For now, he only occasionally moved things, and for the most part stood around with a blaster he barely knew how to use. This was the most alone Mo' had ever felt, and his boss did little to ease this.
Where Caleem and his men had indulged Mo' with conversation off and on, Mr. Drock and his band of drug dealers outright scoffed at the reptile when he tried to impress them with his good work. In Mo's mind, this was due to his performance, for he knew little of social norms between outlaws. So Mo' worked harder, keeping mostly to himself, silently waiting for those words of praise he had grown accustomed to at his old home. These however, never came, and Mo's work only earned his boss money and fear. Until his 23rd birthday, Mo worked for Drock, gradually picking up on the way his coworkers acted, modeling himself after them accordingly. Like them he learned how to look intimidating during deals, soon realizing his size and strength made him one of the scariest. From them Mo' also learned how to use a blaster in the most rudimentary sense. He learned where the "ammo" went, how to load it and fire it, but not much else. Life was not what it had once been with Caleem, but Mo' was learning, and gradually becoming more comfortable in his new place. That was, until his boss was busted by the Coruscantian police.
Freedom
As Mo' would learn after, the police had been following Mr. Drock for some time leading up to the raid on his stash houses, and were quite prepared when the arrests started. When it came to charging those responsible for their crimes however, Mo' was something of a pickle for the upholders of the law. He had participated in many of the deals Mr. Drock made, and had even assaulted many a man when ordered to, but still, the Savrip was a slave. This was doubted at first when Mo' informed them of his standing in the group, but when his contract was discovered among the paperwork in Mr. Drock's office, proof was finally in the reptile's favor. Without option for prosecution, Mo' gave his testimony, and was released, despite many officer's belief he was still a threat.Now, Mo' wanders Coruscant, once again lost for what to do with himself. He works occasional jobs for local bars as a bouncer to get by, but is largely on his own and often without purpose.
Roleplay Sample:
"Remember Mo'... Only take their guuunnnsss. I don't want a repeat of that Rodian incident, understand?" The ornery bartender Mo' currently called boss growled. Mo', not eager to receive the reprimand he got his actions last time, bowed his head and nodded slowly. Despite dwarfing the tiny human by nearly 3 feet at his full height, Mo' hunched and avoided eye contact with the man, as if trying to make himself as small as possible. After feeling the burning gaze of his boss on him for a few moments, Mo' replied "Only da gunz, I'z got it boss."
With a low sigh, the owner of the bar rubbed his forehead before speaking once more, his tone less aggressive than before, "Mo', I like you, I really do. But I can't keep you around if you take everything shiny from the customers!... Do you understand? I want to keep you employed." With his head still lowered in submission, Mo's grumbling voice replied, "Oy-Oye gotstit boss. Nuffing but da guns'n'stabby stuff... Oi'll do ya good dis toime boss." His words were broken and difficult to understand, but his willingness to do right by his boss was unmistakable.
After finally lifting his eyes to meet the bar owner's, the human sighed and patted Mo' on his scaly shoulder, "Okay Mo' opener up." With a quick nod, the reptile stood up to his full height and headed over for the wooden door of the bar and unlocked it, taking his place beside it as the first of the customers began walking through. The subtle pat was no compliment or form of praise, but the acknowledgement that he still had a job was enough to set Mo' at ease as he began patting down those walking in.
