Post by Her'Mek on May 17, 2010 18:53:54 GMT
Name: Her'Mek
Race: Jawa
Age: 26
Faction: Ek'Nog clan
Occupation: Junk scrubber
Weapons: None
Weapon Proficiencys: Pistols (sort of), Dental equipment
Equipment: Toothbrush, Dental picks, Floss
Ship(s): None
History:
Her'Mek was born to the Jawa clan Ek'Nog in the Jawa fortress Norpokko on the desert planet of Tatooine. From an early age he was trained for one job and one job only: scavenging junk. In his training, he proved to be ineffective with ion blasters, often missing his targets and accidentally hitting his instructors. He also proved to have little skill in fastening restraining bolts, or bartering with customers. In Jawa society this gave him one career option: Hauling loot.
Her'Mek spent the next few years of his life hauling junk and scrap in and out of the sandcrawler. For him, this was misery. He was a bit of a neat freak, and was barely willing to touch the dusty, rusty pieces of who knows what littered around the desert sands of Tatooine. He often complained of the heat, the sand, the dust and the sweat, which made him an outcast among his clannies. While the other Jawas would discuss their spoils, Her'Mek would often huddle in a corner, cleaning himself after a day of dirty work and wishing for something better. Then, one day, it happened
Her'Mek was digging through some junk, hating his life, when he saw something that caught his eye. It was a dusty old toothbrush. Her'Mek was in love. He instantly knew what his life's ambitions were: he wanted to be a Dentist. The other Jawas teased him incessantly for this. His Clan Chief, Sande'Klas, as punishment for his ridiculous fondness for the toothbrush, appointed him to the position of junk scrubber. He now had to spend his days "prettying up" old pieces of scrap metal by brushing them over and over again with his beloved toothbrush. Her'Mek was more miserable than ever, but for once, he at least had a glimmer of hope in his future...
RP Example:
Scrub, scrub, scrub. Her'Mek's toothbrush became dirtied with a sickly orange rust. This normally would have drove him into panic, but in this instance he didn't care. He was brushing the "teeth" of an old protocol droid. Practicing, he thought, for his future career.He closed his eyes and imagined he was a galaxy renowned Dentist, brushing the pearly whites of Luke Skywalker, the hero of Tatooine. This fantasy was quick lived however, as he soon received a hard kick in the back from Sande'Klas
"What the HELL are ya doin' scrub!" he barked in Jawaese. "When I ordered ya ta be Junk scrubber. I did it to humiliate ya, not ta allow ya ta indulge in yer stupid little fantasies! Do it right, scrub!"
"But Sir!" he meekly rebuked "I was just..."
"Ya were just nothin'! GIT BACK TA WORK SCRUB!"
"Yes Sir..."
He complied, and continued to ponder his miserable existence...
Race: Jawa
Age: 26
Faction: Ek'Nog clan
Occupation: Junk scrubber
Weapons: None
Weapon Proficiencys: Pistols (sort of), Dental equipment
Equipment: Toothbrush, Dental picks, Floss
Ship(s): None
History:
Her'Mek was born to the Jawa clan Ek'Nog in the Jawa fortress Norpokko on the desert planet of Tatooine. From an early age he was trained for one job and one job only: scavenging junk. In his training, he proved to be ineffective with ion blasters, often missing his targets and accidentally hitting his instructors. He also proved to have little skill in fastening restraining bolts, or bartering with customers. In Jawa society this gave him one career option: Hauling loot.
Her'Mek spent the next few years of his life hauling junk and scrap in and out of the sandcrawler. For him, this was misery. He was a bit of a neat freak, and was barely willing to touch the dusty, rusty pieces of who knows what littered around the desert sands of Tatooine. He often complained of the heat, the sand, the dust and the sweat, which made him an outcast among his clannies. While the other Jawas would discuss their spoils, Her'Mek would often huddle in a corner, cleaning himself after a day of dirty work and wishing for something better. Then, one day, it happened
Her'Mek was digging through some junk, hating his life, when he saw something that caught his eye. It was a dusty old toothbrush. Her'Mek was in love. He instantly knew what his life's ambitions were: he wanted to be a Dentist. The other Jawas teased him incessantly for this. His Clan Chief, Sande'Klas, as punishment for his ridiculous fondness for the toothbrush, appointed him to the position of junk scrubber. He now had to spend his days "prettying up" old pieces of scrap metal by brushing them over and over again with his beloved toothbrush. Her'Mek was more miserable than ever, but for once, he at least had a glimmer of hope in his future...
RP Example:
Scrub, scrub, scrub. Her'Mek's toothbrush became dirtied with a sickly orange rust. This normally would have drove him into panic, but in this instance he didn't care. He was brushing the "teeth" of an old protocol droid. Practicing, he thought, for his future career.He closed his eyes and imagined he was a galaxy renowned Dentist, brushing the pearly whites of Luke Skywalker, the hero of Tatooine. This fantasy was quick lived however, as he soon received a hard kick in the back from Sande'Klas
"What the HELL are ya doin' scrub!" he barked in Jawaese. "When I ordered ya ta be Junk scrubber. I did it to humiliate ya, not ta allow ya ta indulge in yer stupid little fantasies! Do it right, scrub!"
"But Sir!" he meekly rebuked "I was just..."
"Ya were just nothin'! GIT BACK TA WORK SCRUB!"
"Yes Sir..."
He complied, and continued to ponder his miserable existence...
