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 (Legends-version only)

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!

They had visited Twoarth several times, now. The place was bustling, and she'd finally grown to remember how much she loved the feel of all of these bodies and smells and voices around her. Prairie would keep watch from one of the many dragon roost stations scattered around, wasn't that amazing? This time it was for an interview, would they take her as an instructor? She wouldn't be there full time, but she would certainly have access to teleporters and all of that amazing technology and Force-magic to get there at all.

Prairie sensed her turbulent thoughts, and aimed what felt like a warm hug at her from afar. She didn't need words or telepathy or even a comm link to know that the confidence was there, just concentrate on it.

And almost just like that, the meeting she'd gone to with Dean Luger and several experienced members of the C4 and Carramba staff was more 'how many classes do you want to handle' and 'did you need local housing'. Her unease at how they might feel about her past was something they actively commented on, since coming through such trauma was not only 'more common around here than you think' and 'why it's best for the students to learn from you'. They would benefit from seeing someone with the confidence and skill, who also could relate when there were orphans, war-torn refugees, and the like in her classes. And particularly since there were plenty of students from the Far Galaxy...

So she and Prairie went around town to tour the housing units, and decided that since she was a dragon-rider and needed dragon-space, the on-campus housing would suit best. Closer to the portals to the vast array of worlds they could visit, too!

Closer to the students. So many of them!

When one of those students wandered by with what looked to be a pet, Turvan spotted another one following with a little hesitation. That second one wasn't attached to the girl, but it did seem to be chatting with the other critter. The silvery grey one spotted Turvan, flicked its tufted tail, butted its brother's head with its own, and came trotting right up to the Bothan.

He plopped his butt down, tilted his head. "I knew there was a reason I was here today!" he said, chipper but carefully worded. "Did you ... need a...nother friend?" He seemed to know that there was also a dragon somewhere around campus that called her 'theirs'.

Turvan realized what this little fluffy critter was saying, and gave a purring smile (close-mouthed... because fangs are scary to most breeds). "I - we - certainly could! Come meet Prairie. You'll love it back home too, I think."

Thus Aiyesul became part of their little crew!