Bodhi Rook AGE/BIRTHDAY: 25, with a birthday on some kind of space calendar he hasn't bothered to worry about converting HEIGHT: 5'8" WEIGHT: bony and compact GENDER: male MARITAL STATUS: 1000% single HAIR: black EYES: brown (and enormous) ORIGIN: NiJedha, the sacred city on the moon of Jedha in orbit around the planet NaJedha in the Jedha system of the Terrabe Sector in the Midrim--Space. He's from space. LANGUAGE: Galactic basic standard, but like most Star Wars characters he seems to be able to fluently understand any alien language spoken to him and know basic binary
VISION Nature made him small. He makes himself invisible. Really, he's only a bit on the short side, but the carefully guarded posture and slouch make it easy for the eye to pass right over him. He chooses clothes to be loose, anonymous, and neutral colored, and hiding in a hood comes naturally. The only unique touch is the pair of old machinist's goggles that he seems to wear more like a headband than anything else. He is a little vain about his hair, a secret guilty pleasure, and keeps the undercut and beard neat, but the ponytail is always falling out or getting pulled crooked in the course of the day. He has a powerful field of clumsy entropy, and everything about him tends to wind up untidy and shabby. He actually has a rather striking face if you look, with enormous eyes and strong, sharp features. But you have to look on purpose. He can't imagine why anyone would want to look at him. He certainly wouldn't.
SOUND Bodhi has a fake, imperfect Imperial (read, English) accent that he adopted at school and never lost. He has a very noticeable stammer, but it's rooted in anxiety, not any sort of speech pathology, and mostly comes down to increasingly odd pacing, a lot of filler, and repeated phrases, ramping up the more nervous (or pissed off) he is.
SCENT Soap. Despite his general air of raggedy disreputability, he doesn't care for actual dirt.
MISC. Bodhi is very touch-phobic and tends to guard his perimeter a little obsessively. Don't take it personally. He acts like everybody's likely to suddenly decide to eat him.
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Bodhi Rook
AGE/BIRTHDAY: 25, with a birthday on some kind of space calendar he hasn't bothered to worry about converting
HEIGHT: 5'8"
WEIGHT: bony and compact
GENDER: male
MARITAL STATUS: 1000% single
HAIR: black
EYES: brown (and enormous)
ORIGIN: NiJedha, the sacred city on the moon of Jedha in orbit around the planet NaJedha in the Jedha system of the Terrabe Sector in the Midrim--Space. He's from space.
LANGUAGE: Galactic basic standard, but like most Star Wars characters he seems to be able to fluently understand any alien language spoken to him and know basic binary
VISION
Nature made him small. He makes himself invisible. Really, he's only a bit on the short side, but the carefully guarded posture and slouch make it easy for the eye to pass right over him. He chooses clothes to be loose, anonymous, and neutral colored, and hiding in a hood comes naturally. The only unique touch is the pair of old machinist's goggles that he seems to wear more like a headband than anything else. He is a little vain about his hair, a secret guilty pleasure, and keeps the undercut and beard neat, but the ponytail is always falling out or getting pulled crooked in the course of the day. He has a powerful field of clumsy entropy, and everything about him tends to wind up untidy and shabby. He actually has a rather striking face if you look, with enormous eyes and strong, sharp features. But you have to look on purpose. He can't imagine why anyone would want to look at him. He certainly wouldn't.
SOUND
Bodhi has a fake, imperfect Imperial (read, English) accent that he adopted at school and never lost. He has a very noticeable stammer, but it's rooted in anxiety, not any sort of speech pathology, and mostly comes down to increasingly odd pacing, a lot of filler, and repeated phrases, ramping up the more nervous (or pissed off) he is.
SCENT
Soap. Despite his general air of raggedy disreputability, he doesn't care for actual dirt.
MISC.
Bodhi is very touch-phobic and tends to guard his perimeter a little obsessively. Don't take it personally. He acts like everybody's likely to suddenly decide to eat him.