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Meiker Lightsaber builder

Name: Eshnur Karvozz

Age: 20 at story start

Species: Nautolan

Family: unknown

Profession: Padawan to Syruk Lis, practicing to become a Force Healer now

Origin: Far Galaxy, born away from his family's homeworld of Glee Anselm, in rural wetlands on a rim planet

Current Whereabouts: Tends to remain around the Black Mesa facility on Xen, doing supply runs for rebel forces in one Far Galaxy, and helping to train guardians and healers on another...

Height/Build: as an adult stands around 5'9", and is muscular, a swimmer's build used to full torso movement as well as strong arms and legs, but not at all burdened with bulk

Appearance: slightly rubbery feeling skin that is vibrantly purple, with hints of heliotrope and deeper violets. The ends of his tentacles are more blue violet than the rest, and all of them have smaller dark spotting along their entire length to his head. Eyes are large and dark, slightly golden tinted; wears the blue and white robes of a healer in training and will continue to do so since he also 'likes those colors'. He is a handsome young man, and knows it, but isn't arrogant or vain

Lightsaber: Blue, a strong shade. The color of a Guardian's blade, a protector such as himself is well suited to this. It also indicates a level of Force adeptness that is beyond merely fighting or defenses, it is often found among Jedi who have good use of telekinesis and healing. While he is adept enough to pass testing for combat purposes, he knows he's not going to be volunteering for a front-line combat, and feels that it's not his place to be voluntold either, he is a medic, not a warrior

Personality: Gentle but firm in his healing practice. He wants people to understand their injuries or sickness so while he's helping to patch up any given wound, he will carefully also explain how to avoid another, or what sorts of herbs and tonics might help keep a bacteria from harming the wounds again. While he is definitely quite smart, he likes to keep it simple - not everyone learns at the same pace, not everyone cares about the same interests. If he detects ire or hesitation, he will back off but remain steady in his own field - if you ignore the healer on a battlefield or triage situation after all, you will probably keep scars that would have been long gone... So don't do that. He's here to help.

Force Skills: detection of injuries and their healing are his most practiced and honed skills. When attempting to heal, he does require an amount of time and concentration, quiet space, or just knowing that there is someone else dealing with whatever interruptions beyond him. But he can take a severely broken limb and patch it up rapidly, within half an hour it will be all but fully healed - but he himself will be quite drained and need to rest. He can purge a body of toxins and impurities, including poisons or drugs, but that does require knowing or having access to those poisons to compare them to the rest of the person's biology. He can sense minds and bodies moving through the Force nearby, and can telepathically link with other Force or Vortal users - any mind that is capable of telepathically connecting, he can sense. Using a combination of his tendrils, the Force, and the body language and emotive pheromones of those nearby, he is very quickly able to assess a group dynamic, or indeed spot the outsider among a group. His Force use is enhanced by the presence of some non-Far crystals, and he will often carry a flask filled with the 'healing waters' of Xen that can rapidly help stabilize someone who is in dire need.

Physical Abilities: Nautolan anatomy means his tentacular head can detect scents that lead to reading other people's pheromonal emotional output, and possibly vibrations, his tentacles are always in motion even if just gently at the tip. He can use them to convey information to those who know how to read his motions. To another Nautolan he could also 'speak' clearly using their ability to push pheromones in and out as well, but to anyone without those senses or training, he just often 'smells like the sea' when he's talking to himself... They also, in his case at least, seem to be able to 'smell the Force', and the Vorts have offered the idea that since they expand away from his brain, in different directions, they assist in triangulating such effects be they on the wind or in the Vortessence. His amphibious lineage means he is able to breathe in water, and survive in extreme environments such as deep cold, pressure, or overwhelming humidity. His large dark eyes are capable of seeing in very low light conditions, though not in complete darkness, however his level of detail in that darkness is at least as good as in full lighting. Also since his species was often in deep water, he can communicate quite clearly while in liquid, understanding how to form even Standard words using the water's density to his advantage.

Mundane Skills: He is an exceptional swimmer thanks to his genes and upbringing, though he honestly prefers being on land with access to water, rather than water with access to a bit of land here and there. Combining with his Force healing, he has extensive Medical knowledge that he uses to assess wounds, sickness, diseases that may be species-specific, and parasitic infestations. His strongest knowledge is suitable to 'any bipedal' type of being, since they often would sustain the most similar injuries such as broken bones or cuts. Even without the use of the Force, he is very good with triage and simple first aid, as well as knowing how to use most medical machinery for stabilizing or long term health care. He enjoys researching things that apply to his fields of interest, and has learned several technical languages or their symbols for this reason.

After meeting up and teaming with the Vortigaunts for a while, he forms the third in the Triune with Syruk and Kaggat. The elder Vort and the Master Jedi aid the padawan by presenting challenges to his healing power, offering distractions that would hinder him to prove his abilities really are much better than he believes. They did get a good amount of practice that one time a pack of roaming 'Peeper Puppies', hound-eyes, managed to surround one exploring group of scientists. In fact that afternoon was quite eventful for all of them - Raycholokli got her chance to 'tame' the beasts, but their attacks had left several people with bleeding ears and a few broken ribs.

When they returned from the floating Xenian island bearing half a dozen Black Mesa employees mostly being carried by Kaggat's pair of dragon friends, there were on-site medics and helpers, and... a small purple and brown creature looking with wide blue eyes staring at Eshnur.

In particular.

".... Hello?" The padawan who was rapidly approaching being his own whole Jedi asked of it. He could easily tell that it was male, and was intelligent, had a mind and emotions.

"Oh! Oh," he shook his little mop-topped head, "I was just watching how you jumped across that gap," indicating with one brown-tipped wing the open area between two of the major floating islands. "I could fly, but you did it with yourself!"

As if to illustrate this, while the injured were being escorted into the larger facility beyond, the purple and orange striped creature flapped and seemed to be experiencing a little malfunction.

"Woah!" he exclaimed, "it's -"

"It's lower gravity, but the same resistance!" Eshnur laughed, "I bet you'll get used to it."

Someone in a labcoat muttered, "then you go back home and it's all heavy again..."

Eventually the creature managed to stop flapping so hard and landed beside Eshnur. "We match," the jedi said.

"I am Iezath," he said, "can I come with you for a while? I bet I could help even if it's just to hold your stuff."

It turned out that he was helpful! He'd spotted something slipping from one of the stretcher-held scientists hand, and grabbed onto it before it hit the weird spongy Xenian ground. A bright red and white striped tie, which he delivered to the man once he was awake.

Lineage

Mates and Descendants

Name: Iezath
Gender: Male
Size: 2'3" at shoulder
Physical Features: Terigon
Genetic Code: Ss E4E4 WW TT Y2Y5 C6C8 Ll X6X7 Uu I2I6 Nn P5P6 R3R8 Aa
Ss (average 2’) body size
E4E4 (short tufted) ears
WW (plain) wingtips
TT (tufted) tail
Y2Y5 (dark blue) eyes
C6C8 (purple) body in Ll (medium) value
X6X7 (purple) furnishings in Uu (medium) value
I2I6 (brown) wings in Nn (medium) value
P5P6 (striped) in R3R8 (orange) color in Aa (medium) value
Recessive P6: Rainbow Wings & Mottle
Colors: purple, brown, orange
Abilities: Winged Flight, sometimes a bit overexited to fly, and winds up zipping into the air or ... right into Eshnur's leg, but he's never done anything worse than jostle a food tray here and there whoops
Teleportation, local and nexus, he'd wound up here with other Terigon, but prefers to fly where he's going rather than risk teleporting into places he isn't familiar with. He'll go back to them, he has a specific nest next to Eshnur's bed in their quarters and can always rely on it being clear to land on. He is capable of assisting others moving between worlds much more easily, and has a good memory for whether there are dangers or friends in them
Verbal Speech and Telepathy, eager to make friends and will chat up patients to keep them distracted while they are being helped. He's the one who will follow up on those patients and remember them if they come back for visits, and sometimes he'll even call out to the medics if he discovers something amiss. His mind is fluffy, feels like a hug, and he will share his emotions carefully to make sure that no one is overwhelmed
From: Terigon Pairings by Phe
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Terigon Lineage

Mates and Descendants