Post by nep on Jan 6, 2013 20:38:46 GMT -5
Character Worksheet
Physical Description: Nep is a twi'lek of yellow skin, with darker patches, strips and spots around his body. He is medium sized,, not very tall and not very slim either, probably because of his nervious eating, or his passion for high cuisine. He has broad, distinctive facial features ( If he were a human, he would have been African) that always form a worried look on his face, something that really goes with his persona. He is usually seen in simple gear, wearing an utility belt with many tools, oiled pants and crude cloth shirt. He carries a blaster on his hip, not that he can make any use of it, it's mostly for bluffing.
Name: Nep'filk "Nep" Layu
Phonetic Name: ( Nep-feelk Le-you )
Species: Twi'lek
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Hair: Has none.
Eyes: Dark Brown.
Skin Tone/Complexion: Yellow, with dark yellow parts.
Height: 170 cm ( 5' 6")
Weight: 74 Kg (164 lbs)
Scars: Has none, he hasn't seen much fighting over the years.
Tattoos: None.
Build: Average.
Left/Right Handed: Ambidextrous.
Commonly Worn Clothing: Commonly wears simple green shirt and cloths as a chest piece, has an utility belt with many tools and gadgets hanging, below that he uses brown leathery feeling pants, and some simple huttese boots, and finally a beanie with holes for his lekku, and some goggles on top.. On some other occasions you might see him with his favourite, hardy travel jacket ( Which he keeps changing from time to time. ) and with or without the hat.
Background:
Birthplace: Hutta.
Named For/After: Kind of named after his dad, but not exactly.
Childhood: Spent it as a slave.
Parents: Naf and Chana Layu.
Sibling: None.
Result of Childhood: Fears bounty hunters, dislikes violence, became a coward, still likes redheads (remind him of his girlfriend.)
Spouse/Lover: Currently, none.
Children: No.
Spoken Languages: Ryl, Basic
Written Languages: Basic
Favorite Uttered Saying: Yeah, I'll fix it, maybe.
Drinks: Occasioanlly, preffers hot drinks.
Smokes: No.
Favorite Foods: He hasn't decided yet.
Favorite Drinks: Any kind of coffee, tea, milk.
Favorite Smokes: None.
Speech quirks: He speaks showing insecurity, and doubt, he stutters sometimes, normally speaks softly, but sometimes he gets a bit hot headed and starts yelling.
Personality Qualities: Triies to negotiate as much as he can, likes to avoid violence, He is very smart, but only when dealing with machines.
Personality Flaws: Coward, unconfident, hot headed, doesn't have much patience.
Profession: Mechanic, Cybertech Technical, He is also a decent pilot.
Skill Sets: Experienced, selft taught Mechanic, Programmer, and overall Cybertech geek, so basically he gets around with any kind of tech very easily. Has decent piloting skills. Knows basic camping and cooking skills.
Hobbies: he tinkers, also likes to cook, he sees it as art. He also enjoys going on shopping sprees whenever he's got credits to waste.
Religious Beliefs: Doesn't really have a religion.
Motivations/Emotions:
Primary Drive (What makes your character go?): He wishes a better life, or future for himself. And obviously to stay alive in this war torn galaxy.
How Does Your Character Deal With Certain Emotions?
Responds to affection with shyness, to hard emotions he sometimes answers with anger and mostly frustration, he is quick to start yelling, but it's just his way to express himself, he is not a hater. he can't control his fear, so he is quick to panic out.
What drives them to certain emotions?
Love: Displays of affection, he likes little gifts, and some that keeps him safe.
Happiness: Staying alive, not recurring to blasters, and when he finished repairing something.
Lust: Red hair.
Anger: Machines not working, not knowing how to solve a problem, people yell at him, spilling coffee.
Hate: Slavery, Hutts, Bounty Hunters.
Fear:Hutts, Bounty Hunters, anything he knows that would kill him for sure.
Sadness: Lonelyness, boredom, loss of loved ones, droids dying.
Way of Things:
Fight/Flight/Panic: Panic.
Sassy/Casual/Cold: casual I think.
Introvert/Extrovert: Intro.
Calm/Eccentric: I think eccentric.
Alcoholic/Sober: Sober, under the effects of caffeine mostly.
Social/Reserved: I'd say a mixture of both.
Lover/Fighter: Lover.
Physical Description: Nep is a twi'lek of yellow skin, with darker patches, strips and spots around his body. He is medium sized,, not very tall and not very slim either, probably because of his nervious eating, or his passion for high cuisine. He has broad, distinctive facial features ( If he were a human, he would have been African) that always form a worried look on his face, something that really goes with his persona. He is usually seen in simple gear, wearing an utility belt with many tools, oiled pants and crude cloth shirt. He carries a blaster on his hip, not that he can make any use of it, it's mostly for bluffing.
Name: Nep'filk "Nep" Layu
Phonetic Name: ( Nep-feelk Le-you )
Species: Twi'lek
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Hair: Has none.
Eyes: Dark Brown.
Skin Tone/Complexion: Yellow, with dark yellow parts.
Height: 170 cm ( 5' 6")
Weight: 74 Kg (164 lbs)
Scars: Has none, he hasn't seen much fighting over the years.
Tattoos: None.
Build: Average.
Left/Right Handed: Ambidextrous.
Commonly Worn Clothing: Commonly wears simple green shirt and cloths as a chest piece, has an utility belt with many tools and gadgets hanging, below that he uses brown leathery feeling pants, and some simple huttese boots, and finally a beanie with holes for his lekku, and some goggles on top.. On some other occasions you might see him with his favourite, hardy travel jacket ( Which he keeps changing from time to time. ) and with or without the hat.
Background:
Born as the son of a slave couple, Nep spent his early years serving as he could, alongside his parents for the local Hutt lord, Big Naboga, who wasn't a big figure in the planet, but controlled his share land or turf, and many businesses. Nep's mother, Chana, worked as a dancer, occasional prostitute ( Forced, of course ) and as a barmaid, while his father, Naf, ran errands and served as some kind of janitor for Naboga's small palace. The hutt lord allowed slaves to mate, as he saw this as a chance to benefit himself, because he would wait to sell any of their offspring for a good price. But with Nep, this prooved to be different.
At a young age Nep showed prowess in understanding and repairing technological artifacts, and progressed to be able to repair droids and land vehicles. By the age of 14, he was the official handyman of The Palace of Naboga, fixing or salvaging anything that came to his hands, making his parents proud and keeping the Hutt happy.
Years passed, Naf died during a gang battle, and Nep met his life partner, a human girl named Aranna. They lived happy, putting aside the fact that they had no freedom, keeping their realtionship to themselves, while trying to survive in the dirty, small world they knew, and Naboga ruled.
One night, everything changed. Nep wakes up, alarmed by the sounds of explosions and blasters, he inmediately thinks of mother, then Aranna, and rushes to look for them in the middle of the craze. A pack of Bounty Hunters had stormed the palace, Naboga was overwhelmed by debts to a "bigger fish" in Hutta, and this was the night for payback. As Nep ran into the main hall, he saw the slug's gigantic corpse lying on the floor, many warriors and mercs shooting everything that moved, not caring if their loyalty was to the now dead hutt or not. Running away while being shot at, he saw it, lying on rubble was a girls body, although Nep couldn't see her face, he recognized his beloved's flaming bright, red hair.
Nep escaped, never looked back, tried to look for his mother, ended up assuming her dead, he worked as a salvager on a different part of the planet, and after a few months of grinding and a couple of thefts, he bought a small, cheap vessel and departed, seeking a new life, with new opprtunities.
At a young age Nep showed prowess in understanding and repairing technological artifacts, and progressed to be able to repair droids and land vehicles. By the age of 14, he was the official handyman of The Palace of Naboga, fixing or salvaging anything that came to his hands, making his parents proud and keeping the Hutt happy.
Years passed, Naf died during a gang battle, and Nep met his life partner, a human girl named Aranna. They lived happy, putting aside the fact that they had no freedom, keeping their realtionship to themselves, while trying to survive in the dirty, small world they knew, and Naboga ruled.
One night, everything changed. Nep wakes up, alarmed by the sounds of explosions and blasters, he inmediately thinks of mother, then Aranna, and rushes to look for them in the middle of the craze. A pack of Bounty Hunters had stormed the palace, Naboga was overwhelmed by debts to a "bigger fish" in Hutta, and this was the night for payback. As Nep ran into the main hall, he saw the slug's gigantic corpse lying on the floor, many warriors and mercs shooting everything that moved, not caring if their loyalty was to the now dead hutt or not. Running away while being shot at, he saw it, lying on rubble was a girls body, although Nep couldn't see her face, he recognized his beloved's flaming bright, red hair.
Nep escaped, never looked back, tried to look for his mother, ended up assuming her dead, he worked as a salvager on a different part of the planet, and after a few months of grinding and a couple of thefts, he bought a small, cheap vessel and departed, seeking a new life, with new opprtunities.
Birthplace: Hutta.
Named For/After: Kind of named after his dad, but not exactly.
Childhood: Spent it as a slave.
Parents: Naf and Chana Layu.
Sibling: None.
Result of Childhood: Fears bounty hunters, dislikes violence, became a coward, still likes redheads (remind him of his girlfriend.)
Spouse/Lover: Currently, none.
Children: No.
Spoken Languages: Ryl, Basic
Written Languages: Basic
Favorite Uttered Saying: Yeah, I'll fix it, maybe.
Drinks: Occasioanlly, preffers hot drinks.
Smokes: No.
Favorite Foods: He hasn't decided yet.
Favorite Drinks: Any kind of coffee, tea, milk.
Favorite Smokes: None.
Speech quirks: He speaks showing insecurity, and doubt, he stutters sometimes, normally speaks softly, but sometimes he gets a bit hot headed and starts yelling.
Personality Qualities: Triies to negotiate as much as he can, likes to avoid violence, He is very smart, but only when dealing with machines.
Personality Flaws: Coward, unconfident, hot headed, doesn't have much patience.
Profession: Mechanic, Cybertech Technical, He is also a decent pilot.
Skill Sets: Experienced, selft taught Mechanic, Programmer, and overall Cybertech geek, so basically he gets around with any kind of tech very easily. Has decent piloting skills. Knows basic camping and cooking skills.
Hobbies: he tinkers, also likes to cook, he sees it as art. He also enjoys going on shopping sprees whenever he's got credits to waste.
Religious Beliefs: Doesn't really have a religion.
Motivations/Emotions:
Primary Drive (What makes your character go?): He wishes a better life, or future for himself. And obviously to stay alive in this war torn galaxy.
How Does Your Character Deal With Certain Emotions?
Responds to affection with shyness, to hard emotions he sometimes answers with anger and mostly frustration, he is quick to start yelling, but it's just his way to express himself, he is not a hater. he can't control his fear, so he is quick to panic out.
What drives them to certain emotions?
Love: Displays of affection, he likes little gifts, and some that keeps him safe.
Happiness: Staying alive, not recurring to blasters, and when he finished repairing something.
Lust: Red hair.
Anger: Machines not working, not knowing how to solve a problem, people yell at him, spilling coffee.
Hate: Slavery, Hutts, Bounty Hunters.
Fear:Hutts, Bounty Hunters, anything he knows that would kill him for sure.
Sadness: Lonelyness, boredom, loss of loved ones, droids dying.
Way of Things:
Fight/Flight/Panic: Panic.
Sassy/Casual/Cold: casual I think.
Introvert/Extrovert: Intro.
Calm/Eccentric: I think eccentric.
Alcoholic/Sober: Sober, under the effects of caffeine mostly.
Social/Reserved: I'd say a mixture of both.
Lover/Fighter: Lover.
