Image: Base by Samalamb-bases; leather/cow images googled, other textures lethe's photos

Name: Turvan Ai'lee

Age: 35 in 3 ABY

Species: Bothan, possibly with mixed heritage as they aren't known to have full tails

Family: formerly noble and high ranking, they were killed when she was young which led to her being captured and enslaved; she has had children but all were split up to prevent any escapes or attachments

Profession: once had been set up to assist her clan's diplomatic department, and as such she had been given extensive language training, she speaks basic, Bothan, Ewok, Gamorrean, Hutt, Jawa (Trade), Mon Calamari, Ryl, and a scattering of others found along the way later. Most of those and several others she can read and write fluently enough to translate on the fly. She is inherently persuasive and even as a child had an air of professionality about her, and has always been good with understanding people, their motivations, politics, business and trade, and the like. Even if the slavers that took her didn't realize it, she learned much about their syndicate just by listening half-asleep in a cage, and can bluff her way through an argument without forgetting who said what lie. However once she was 'left to rot' by that syndicate (as too much of a risk) on a backwater planet, she quickly learned that politics and business acumen wouldn't put meat in her belly, and has had to make due with primative weapons and scavenging for at least a decade. She is not happy with that arrangement, but is still adept enough that she could pick up a blaster, vibroknife, simple bow and arrows, or just use her claws to make sure she's safe

Origin: Bothawui

Current Whereabouts: picked up by Karen and several dragons, and is currently attempting to adjust to life on Ketvaozh

Height/Build: 6'2" / extremely muscular from a decade of self-reliant survival in the wilderness, she is literally all muscle with a sleek coat of fur

Appearance: imposing and she knows it, has slightly mottled beige fur with orange and grey tones, with darker brown-grey and brown on legs and feet, tail tip is brighter golden beige like her mane, ears are also darker brown-red; eyes yellow-gold. While hunting or out exploring, she wears as shown a set of leather gear which she made herself, or at least she pulled parts off creatures and people herself... But she would much prefer to have more formal wear, though she won't bother with shoes any longer. She keeps her fur free from parasites and resents anyone commenting otherwise. She has a deep rumbling voice, and yes she does absolutely have large fangs to display if needed

Brought to the hidden Force-protected planet of Ketvaozh after having effectively been 'searched' by one or more of Karen's dragons, she set up in a pleasant offshoot from the main starport township. Still somewhat unused to people after a decade out in the wilds, but she knows she can also serve as both diplomat and protector for the kids that come here hidden away from the Empire.

As with several others, Karen carefully watched her and decided when and where to spring the idea that she was appropriate for a dragon. They went first to the world she calls 'Twoarth', where Turvan realized she might even fit in if not for the rather fierce nature of her past - there were lion folk? And many other furs, much different from the people she was used to - but all here on this planet. She's ... seriously considered going back to see if any of those lion kin or perhaps some on that other world, 'Planet Twenty', might be interested in starting a family or even a dynasty with her.

That will be later - for now she's come home with a young dragoness named Prairie!