Name: Timwithwag Sliddibblats "Tim" or as he prefers "Blats, Tim was my father" (tim with wag slid dib blats) note that when he speaks this name without his translator on, parts can be heard in stereo simultaneously, so what might actually be heard is muddled together unless you're standing to one side (tim / wag slid / blats with stutters between)

Age: early 30s, a young adult with a very long potential lifespan ahead

Species: Ithorian

Gender/Expression: male, he/him, straight requiring same species

Family: all have perished, they had been on a tribal herd-ship and it was rammed by an imperial craft pursuing pirates. He and only a few others survived but they are all separated having escaped in different pods

Profession: Trained in modest amounts of Force-based nature tending and sensing, Blats has extensive knowledge of biomes and plant life. Agriculture and biology are his focus. He attended a university for biological science, and trained for several years on various planets in radically different biomes to give him a very good but broad understanding of how plant and animal life function

Origin: Born on an unknown heavily forrested world, but taken with his family herd to visit other planets and collect seedlings, spores, and other plants

Current Whereabouts: Ketvaozh, tending the agricultural efforts there; he was guided to this world by his attenuation to the Force, though it only showed him glimpses of 'tall grass and taller trees' - a place he would love to reside!

Height/Build: tall by Human standards at nearly 6'8" at his eye-bulbs, and built with strong legs and basic body strength as he's been used to digging in the soils or assembling barns for his entire life

Appearance: yellowish tinted skin with more brown-leather shades at hands and feet ending in yellowish pads, buttery yellow eye bulbs with darker pupils. Wears mostly greens and yellows as shown, though the exact makeup of his gear and garments changes based on mood and climate. He has been known to run through the humid jungles hardly wearing a loincloth, or bundle up with many layers of wraps for a chill wintery snowfall. Generally speaking there are plenty of layers of any given item on his person - he is never without 'enough to share' if he comes across someone in need. He must wear a translator, and he would like to get it customized as its bright silvery metal 'clashes' with his aesthetic... His voices are rumbling and deep but actually quite pleasant to listen to even if he's not speaking Basic. Timwithwag usually has a very pleasant scent of lilacs or other equitable florals about him

Images From: Heroforge, using a premade template

Force Skills: Though not an 'active' Force user, he is more than adept with sensing and attuning his mind to the needs of the local wildlife. Not just with plants, he can sense everything from small worms and beetles up to the magnificent dragons and even people when he wants to narrow his 'search'. He describes this as 'listening for specifics' and letting only the Force that exists in certain frequencies or concentration into his 'Force Ears'. However he is learning that his abilities can be focused into more actively shaping or protecting life itself - he already knows that by holding small animals near to himself, he can heal their wounds, or preserve a plant that is dying, or even sprout seedlings. All of those things have happened throughout his whole life, but he's never attributed it to himself, more that the Force works through his body. Given the current location he's found himself, he will definitely be able to seek out instruction in these arts, and potentially help pass those skills along to other students in time

Lightsaber or Tool: his hands are his tools, at least for the Force. He like most of his species is uncomfortable with weapons, though he knows there have been Ithorian Jedi he wonders what 'went wrong' with them that they would hold such a weapon as a lightsaber in their hands. He prefers using mundane items such as hoes and shovels, lab equipment, and the like

Mundane Skills: Identifiying and cultivating virtually any sort of plant, and making sure that its ecosystem is appropriate. While 'violence' is abhorred he does also understand how hunting keeps many locations healthy, though he would always pray to the Mother Jungle (distant by thousands of light-years) after having to dispatch or cull a creature. He can plant and harvest many different food items, anything from simple fruits and berries to hand-pollinating exotic flowers that require specific conditions to thrive. Tim is also quite capable of building or helping to build greenhouses, barns, stables, and other such farm-land oriented structures, and knows how to do so with local materials without damaging the area too much. Additionally he sings, which has kept the students at the Force

History: Born around 15BBY during the height of the Imperial Galaxy. Herd-ship was damaged around 2ABY and his family was lost. Wandered the galaxy doing odd jobs, continuing to pick up information and research on his favorite subjects of plants and wildlife, but knowing that there was much more at stake as the Empire grew desperate.

Around 9ABY he felt a calling to a distant world, and though distasteful he hired a smuggler to help get him to it. All of that was guided by the Force, that smuggler acting for Daara Danil having been specifically requested to find such strays. He instantly felt at home on Ketvaozh, not only because of its gorgeous grasslands and wooded areas, but because of the massive amount of kybur crystal found deep within the ground itself. Like many of the students of the Force or stray Jedi that went there, his Force abilities have grown and will continue to do so because of it.

But for the moment, he's been working with the small farmsteaders and ranchers that dot the area around their main 'town', learning the balance of the area with its dangers and delights. There are more than enough animals to provide hunters with challenges as well as putting food on the table, though he prefers to help the ones with their own domesticated livestock keep those safe from the local predators in nonviolent ways.

And every few nights, he'll head down to the tavern and sing for the locals, his two voices needing no translation - he sings reverent songs of balance and joy, and maybe it's the Force that unites those attending these gatherings into understanding their words.

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A few years later, and 'dragons' have begun arriving to this planet thanks to the other 'not a Jedi not a Sith' Karen. When one specific place was shown to him in a vision, he knew that these dragons weren't 'here' in this Galaxy at all! But because of how dragons work, he made it to a world quite distant to attend to a young beautifully finned dragon! She'd barely left the home nest, and was much smaller than her full adult size, but she grew into it over a year or so along with her brilliantly colored wings!

In the windy conditions along one valley edge, she learned to fly, and has almost never stopped since. Ilri truly loves being part of the group that is colonizing Ketvaozh one farm plot at a time, and enjoys watching the younglings as they train in their exotic skills. Just like her bond, who has his own ability, they seem to work perfectly in tandem, finding a location and managing it with a nudge of breath here, a Force flicker there.

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