Post by Erios Kloorjj on Jun 6, 2012 22:09:04 GMT -8
Species and Gender: Neti Male/tree
Full name: Erios Kloorjj
Nickname(s): Everyone I know died, the common folk in the towns that have sprouted around me simple called me the great tree.
Age: Really really really old. Approx: 3000 years
Homeplanet: Ossus, later Telos IV
History: He was first begotten of Loquat Rut, whom was one of many descendants of the great Ood Bnar. As the first son of Loquat Rut his childhood was spent traversing the galaxy to the Neti clan on Nerit (a moon of Ossus) as a ritual tribute. As the ritual location was very remote, a ship was hard to charter, the only pilots willing to go were smugglers.
This was about 3000 years ago, the old republic at this time was shooting down smugglers left and right. The ship's captain thought it better to try to land than the other options. The nearest planet was Telos IV.
After touching down in the wild plains of the unicorporated wilderness the smugglers attempted to build a small camp. Out of despair and angish Here Erios laid roots for the next 3000 or so years, anguished and unable to complete his family duty. His time was spent watching and observing. Many settlers attempted to build up towns and cities around him, but they all ultimately fell.
Miners, farmers, religious seperatists all these he saw rise and fall. Through the centuries he learned of all their ways. Learned the names and habits of their youth as they grew, to which he took great pleasure having never had a childhood of his own.
Over the centuries he grew strong and resiliant in the force. In the later years the towns and settlements gave way to bustling city. In the city's wisdom they built a large park around him. This pleased him and he chose to stay despite his increasing discomfort with the growing city.
In all this, through all these years he stayed ever silent and ever unmoving. Though once tempted to move, he withheld.
Personality: I'm a tree.
Physical Description: I wildly huge tree, single massive trunk with a mushroomed willow type crown. Well aged.
Initial path: neutral.
Lightsaber fighting style: None
Possessions: Various things left and forgotten in and under him by others including an old hover-kite to which he feels particularly sentimental too.
Powers: Force sensitive, but untrained. Has plant limbs which he can use to fight. Very wise, knows many languages.
Reference: Rayn
Full name: Erios Kloorjj
Nickname(s): Everyone I know died, the common folk in the towns that have sprouted around me simple called me the great tree.
Age: Really really really old. Approx: 3000 years
Homeplanet: Ossus, later Telos IV
History: He was first begotten of Loquat Rut, whom was one of many descendants of the great Ood Bnar. As the first son of Loquat Rut his childhood was spent traversing the galaxy to the Neti clan on Nerit (a moon of Ossus) as a ritual tribute. As the ritual location was very remote, a ship was hard to charter, the only pilots willing to go were smugglers.
This was about 3000 years ago, the old republic at this time was shooting down smugglers left and right. The ship's captain thought it better to try to land than the other options. The nearest planet was Telos IV.
After touching down in the wild plains of the unicorporated wilderness the smugglers attempted to build a small camp. Out of despair and angish Here Erios laid roots for the next 3000 or so years, anguished and unable to complete his family duty. His time was spent watching and observing. Many settlers attempted to build up towns and cities around him, but they all ultimately fell.
Miners, farmers, religious seperatists all these he saw rise and fall. Through the centuries he learned of all their ways. Learned the names and habits of their youth as they grew, to which he took great pleasure having never had a childhood of his own.
Over the centuries he grew strong and resiliant in the force. In the later years the towns and settlements gave way to bustling city. In the city's wisdom they built a large park around him. This pleased him and he chose to stay despite his increasing discomfort with the growing city.
In all this, through all these years he stayed ever silent and ever unmoving. Though once tempted to move, he withheld.
Personality: I'm a tree.
Physical Description: I wildly huge tree, single massive trunk with a mushroomed willow type crown. Well aged.
Initial path: neutral.
Lightsaber fighting style: None
Possessions: Various things left and forgotten in and under him by others including an old hover-kite to which he feels particularly sentimental too.
Powers: Force sensitive, but untrained. Has plant limbs which he can use to fight. Very wise, knows many languages.
Reference: Rayn
