Kthari character

Character: Eedra
Template: Apthi Bodyguard/Warrior
Species: Apthi subrace of K’thari
Homeworld: 3rd moon of Mahar, a forest world. Her favored climates are warm redwood forest, dry hill lands, scrub desert.

Eedra is 42 years old, equating to around 20-21 in human years. She was raised by her mother in the Aich’i village of Kthunn, which borders a huge mountain range, and on the north side lay the most prominant city ruins -- and therefore the most prominant human colony -- on the planet.

At age 15 she met her first human, an Imperial soldier out to guard one of the archaelogists’ groups in the ruins. She wasn’t impressed. She was not impressed either with the tribe’s superstition regarding the ruins. Soon she had learned Basic in its unaltered form (normally she speaks a slurring mix of Basic and her tribe’s gruff dialect, she may be hard to understand if she’s excited), and seen any real technology for the first time. Most of her tribe members, the elders at least, had encountered one or both of the Imperial colonists or the Rebel people (on the other side of the mountain), and had fervently instructed all their offspring to keep well away from them. She of course ignored them.

At around age 20, Eedra understood that she was not going to be one of the rare fertile Apthi females. (Only one in four females, since they are cross-breeds, are able to mix with other Apthi.) It was decided that she could start her education as a scout, warrior and protector of the tribe, since she had already sprouted to her full height. She is taller than most of her tribemates, and all of the Apthi females she knows. (Side note: Apthi as a subrace gather rarely. Depending on the sex of the individual they are tended by their same-sex parent’s tribe, unless something really strange is going on. Eedra was raised with the notion that she was Aich’i, but she knew better.) Her training was quick and complete, she learned skills of survival, climbing with the aid of her wings on the descent, and the weaving, dancing K’thari martial arts. She became one of the best in her tribe at this.

At age 26, she left her tribe to investigate the Rebel forces’ camps. She had long heard from the Imperials that they were all such-and-such losers, lazy, boring, underfed, etc, etc. She rather believes this, even now. Still her loyalties sit with her homeworld, but she is rarely able to make up her mind if the Imperial stories she’s heard about (of torture, theft and pillaging of planets, wholesale destruction... ) are true or what, or that the Rebels are all that. She reserves judgement, and simply wants to do her job.

At around age 35, she was taken aboard her first star ship. She became a basket case. Until they reached their destination -- the fourth moon of Mahar some 25 minutes later -- she was crouched in her corner, her wings collapsed above her head, and moaning slightly. She has not gotten over this. It’s the easiest thing just to give her whatever sedatives are handiest and knock her out for the duration of any lengthy trips, than to put up with the shaking, trembling and fearful noises. She will not become violent in this condition, she just cannot be communicated with to any extent.

At 38 years of age, she had left her home system for the first time, and visited one of the Imperial worlds. There, she was treated to the finest forms of non-human prejudices, and she treated them to her eye-gouging gut-opening martial arts techniques. It was then that she spent her first time in an Imperial prison, for three years.
She met a number of unsavory people in that prison, and not the least of them could teach her skill with the blaster, which she likes a lot. It is still difficult for her to actually hold a regular blaster, but if she ever finds anyone who could alter one for her, she’d love them forever.

Eedra’s goals are simple. Find a boss. Protect them. It’s what she was trained for, on her homeworld, it’s what she does best. She preferrs not to get involved with politics, but still has a slight bias toward the Imperial side, simply because they’re better prepared and better dressed. Organization and following the set rules seem to be more important to her than much of her tribe, but she’s always been odd. She respects authority but that authority can be seen down the muzzle of a blaster. Eedra does not seek a mate, but there are times -- about every three months -- when she becomes nearly unbearable to her crewmates. Overfriendly K’thari -- eesh, what a concept.

Eedra keeps her outlook open, in matters of life and death, she’ll choose life, and try to take as many people with her that way as possible, but if things are too confusing -- a decision of politics or subtlty -- she’ll let whoever seems most knowledgable about it make her mind up and go with their decision as long as it doesn’t endanger her directly or immediately.

Possessions: With her at all times in a satchel of decorated leather are: spare clothing (two + what she’s wearing of the loose fitting halter-topped ethnic dress in brightly colored woven cloth, red and yellow with beadwork on one, blue and purple with feathers and nicknacks on another, and the third plain brown and undecorated; a pair of belts which go with everything in addition to the one she wears her blaster on, sandals.), a small homemade medicine bag (containing salves for cuts, numbing agents for burns, herbs for headaches and such, seeds which when crushed yeild a bug repellant, a pair of small sharp knives for letting blood or whatever, and a variety of modern pills for much the same as the rest), a bag of toiletries (consisting of hair ornaments, ties and brush, scale buffer, feather preening kit, fur comb, wing leather ointment -- a good supply, scents and colors for occasional tribal parties.), several power packs for blaster, two hand-held fighting knives in decorated leather sheaths, glow rod and breath mask (both stolen and possibly damaged), an assortment of ‘prizes’ collected from enemies (consisting of rank insignia from official targets, scraps of medals, security badges, patches and whatnot -- anything which can easily be ripped from a corpse and yelled over.), and several handfulls of dried and vac-packed foods and water.