Name: Orobos Vesuive
Age: 23
Height: 2 meters
Weight: 350 Kilograms
Fur/Hair: Dark and matted
Skills and Personality:
Developed skill with a vibroaxe which was used to cut the thickest of ice for export.Has a mistrust of Rodians.Quick to anger but otherwise quite friendly. Having been in contact with different species because of the trade Orobos knows basic, huttesse and severel other languages.
Bio:
Orobos has come from a family where nearly all male members were made spearmaster in the village which they lived. His father (the current spearmaaster) thought Orobos everything he knew about hunting. When not hunting, they would cut ice and head north of the village where there was a large open space where ships would land.
The planet had been little affeted by wars and was tucked away in a little system unoticed by the Empire or the Republic. The only main event in it's history was of the great uprising where the Whipid race which had started using ships took the system from the Republic. Many whipids were slaughtered by the Republic soldiers and a deep hatred for the Republic runs in all generations of every family, of every tribe.
Once when orobos had been wading through the crowed to get to his father who was bekoning to him a Rodians blaster went of and shot him in the foot. Orobos howled in pain and jumped on the Rodian. He was held and restrained though by 3 of the Rodians companians. His overcoat had been ripped evealing the Republic insignia on his overalls. By the looks they were giving from the other Whiphids the Rodians could see that they were not welcome to trade here anymore.Most were merchants who had come to trade with the populace of Toola.
On some occasions an imperial ship would land and start recruiting members. They tended to approach the largest and had a short talk with them which, more than half the time, ended with the imperial officer being buried in the snow due to a mistake in pronounciation. The rest of the time though the Whiphid would nod or shrug and walk of back to the village and return an hour later with his or her weapons and personnel belongings. Orobos tended to be ignored as he wasn't as big as the others until, one year, when the imperial ship came down he was approached by a small thin faced man who looked terrified at being in a crowed of giant hairy monsters. He stammered a lot but Orobos understood what he was trying to say.He nodded and told him in Basic he was going to get his things. The man looked surprised and angry that Orobos knew Basic and hadn't let on till now.
He had been waiting on the shuttle for ages. After a couple of hours (in which a few more of his kind had come on) they where of. It was a long flight to the Academy. After some of which Orobos must of fallen asleep some time during the flight.
"He was in the snow flat on his stomach looking at some fierce white creature in front of him. It hadn't seen him yet. A small axe came whizing out of the corner of his vision and hit the creature in the back. It let a howl and spun around. Orobos was up and swung at the creature with his Vibro-axe. It ducked but it grazed it's shoulder. With a low threatining growl it swung its arm at Orobos and sent him flying. It stood over him. Just then a black shadow flashed past the creature and there was blood all over Orobos. The creature had fallen backwards and was lying in the snow which was turning red all around it."
The next thing he knew Orobos was being proded awake by the whipid sitting next to him. He looked and saw that they were coming in to land. The door of the shuttle opened to bright sunlight which stun his eyes because of the ammount of time he'd been in the darkness. He walked out onto the planet and to his future career as a Stormtrooper.