Rowlurorowf

I'd like us to start posting the bios of our members here so that when we have that page up on the website, we can just transfer them to the website more easily.

Please list any information you would like to be known about your character here. Backstories are important to roleplaying games, and I'd like to see all members having a fleshed out persona so that WOoK Members can be known and amazed at for being strong in charcater development.

I'd post mine, but I'm not at home so I can't transfer the info right now. When I get home, I will do so.

Again, thanks all.

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Rowlurorowf
AKA Rowl
Wookiee Jack of Many Trades (Master of 2),
WOOK Secretary Elder, resigned 10/31/03
New Rwookrrorro, Naboo (Bria)
(former adjunct professor of linguistics & social anthropology at the University of Mrllst)
"Let the Wookiee Win"

Garyyyk

Born a prodigy on Kashyyyk about 30 standard years before the Clone Wars, Garrishirr lived a quiet life in the town of Orriorr, with his father, Hlarrowr, after the passing of his mother while Gar was a wookling. After his hrrtayyk (coming-of-age ritual), at a much earlier age than usual, he chose the name Garyyyk and moved to the capital city of Rwookrrorro to work as an aide to Senator Yarua. His father remarried a dozen years later, and Garyyyk soon had a half-sister, Leiirraa. Unfortunately, before Leiirraa took her first steps from their tree-home, their village was invaded by Trandoshan slavers and Gar's family was killed, while resisting capture. After their deaths, Garyyyk fled the planet before the Imperial blockade. Now roughly 50 standard years old, the young Wookiee travels the galaxy in search of a home.

He has also joined with a honor clan of expatriated Wookiees, the Wroshyr Order of Kashyyyk.

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Garyyyk
Tailor/TKA
HoloMaster of W.O.O.K.
Wroshyr Order Of Kashyyyk (WOOK)
Alacio Island, Naboo, Bria


Ich liebe dich, meine schöne Göttin

EricTheO

Erictheocca, or so it is said, was named after an ancient Terran Explorer from the land of Norse Warriors. His parents dedicated their lives to studying other races and cultures in the known Galaxies, in an effort to save the "Tree People" from the same fate that befell them in dealing with the Trandoshans. As a young cub on Kashyyyk Erictheocca saw a Holo-Vid of "A Ranger and His Droid". This Holo-Vid inspired his lifelong ambition to become a Ranger. He loved to climb and explore the vast Wroshyr tree forests of his homeworld. He now explores other planets in an effort to broaden his knowledge of the Flora and Fauna in the known Galaxies.

While resideing in Wayfar, Tatooine, Erictheocca came into contact with a Wookiee named Na-weobo. Na-weobo was on a quest to gather Wookiees spread throughout the Galaxy and form a Guild of Wookiees. This Guild was to keep alive the Traditions of Wookiees and to offer commradery for those that sought it. So the "Wroshyr Order of Kashyyyk"(W.O.O.K.) was born.

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eErictheooca, Wookiee "The Tree People"Master Ranger / Master SharpshooterWroshyr Order of Kashyyyk (W.O.O.K.) - Elder Historian"Let the Wookiee Win!"J Alacio Island, Naboo, Bria

Tejasis

Born an imperial slave 26 years ago Tejasis never had the joy of meeting his family he only knows the storys told from the fellow slaves. Syycrokk, his mother died during birth of twins, Tejasis and his lost brother Jakkoryy. After 2 years enslaved on a remote moon his father, Rurrakk, planned a daring escape with the two children, but his plan was quickly foiled moments from the start. He died nobely for his children but unfortunatly Tejasis remained enslaved while his brother was sent elsewhere. 12 years past in slave hood when a small group of freedom fighters attacked and seized control of the camp freeing the slaves. Nowhere to go, Tejasis wondered the galaxy searching for his brother. Tejasis was alone in the galaxy until meeting a group of fellow Wooks that took them into there home and gave him a place to live. He has now pledged his loyalty to this group of friends......WOoK!

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Tejasis, M.D.
Master Doctor
Former Master Combat Medic
Former WOOK Council Member/Elder of Medics

Ybor
Master Artisan
Master Architect
Master Shipwright

Wroshyr Order of Kashyyyk
New Rwokrrorro, Naboo
"Let the Wookiee Win!"

Fearghal

Posted: Thu Jul 08, 2004 11:57 am Post subject: Fearghal - Bio


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You saunter into the smoky Cantina in Keren. There is no music though. That is the first thing you notice. Unlike the more popular Cantinas you have frequented in the past, this one seems to be just you, the bartender, and a whole lot of Kreetlets scurrying around in the shadows. Scratching and clicking the shadows of the barely lit room.

The bartender is guarding a pile of used up Correlian Death Sticks. He pops another one into his mouth and sparks it up. As you do your best to confidently stride up to him he pours two Jawa Beers into huge pitchers that looked like there were, at one time, washed.

You open your mouth to speak, but he interrupts you before you even finish inhaling.

"Take these to him. He's in the back."

You ask him who he is referring to.
He responds by giving you a look that makes you feel as if you told him the sky was blue.

He leans in towards you, giving you the impression he is about to pass onto you all his secrets. You, naturally, counter his lean with your own.

"Take these to him. He. Is. In. The. Back." With each syllable he puffs another waft of smoke in your eyes. The bartender resumes his job of guarding the ashtry.

You heft the pitchers up off the counter and walk through to the back.

As you cross the threshold of the doorway you stop and look across the room. Sitting at a table that looks 10 sizes to small for him is the biggest Wookiee you have ever seen. Not just tall but ... fat. You glance at his thigh and reckon it must have the same girth as your entire torso. If Borvo or even Jabba himself was covered in Black and white fur you imagine this is what they would look like.

"Szuff Szuff," He snorts.

You beg his pardon but inform him your Wookiee Comprehension leaves something to be desired as you lower yourself into the seat across from him.

He sits there still. He seems to be contemplating you. This moment takes a lifetime to pass. When it does, he pulls a sleeping bag sized knapssack out from under the table and begins to root through it. Scraps of metal, a strange crystal, packs of hide and bone are tossed on to the table.

The Wookiee pauses and chortles to himself
"Huf huf huf,"

He pulls the head of a protocol droid out and gently places it to the side with one hand, while sweeping the tables previous occupants into his pack with the other. He fumbles about the back of the head for a bit, until finally the eyes of droid spark to life. The Wookiee resumes his previous pose of contemplation with his fingers entagled with each other, hand resting on his generous belly.

"Szuff Szuff," He repeats.

"Joob Joob," says the droid. A translator, you realize. As the Wookiee speaks you begin to listen to the droid's translation.

"It all began with that Nerf-Herder Joob Joob."

He pushes one of the gigantic pitchers towards.

"You see, I wasn't always a man who solved problems with a Pike. I used to build things like this," he says patting the head of the droid.

You could swear that he gets a far off look in his eye.

"I used to LOVE to build things like this."

He takes a swig of his pitcher.

"See now building droids that have some storage uses or translation uses, that's no big deal. I made some good money building these things. Met a lot of good folks. But Combat droids. Huf Huf. Combat droids are a different story. The Empire his decreed that building and/or owning a droid capable of combat is HIGHLY illegal. They'll get you thrown in the slammer faster 'n' stepping on a Troopers boot."

At this, he leans in towards you and you realize that the Wookiee has been sitting in this bar a lot longer than you had first thought.

"I was a good citizen. Didn't bother anyone. I made good money, paid my taxes, and got myself a nice little house in a little burg called Alacio Island. We got a lot of "Refugees" from Kashyyyk there. We kind of stick together if you know what I mean."

You assure him that you do.

"The problem is, everyone has a price. And i ain't excluded. See I was making some good sales out of Moenia for a while there. I figured I would just hang out there for a bit and see what I could rake in.

"Along comes this fella named Joob Joob. Little Zabrak fella if memory serves. He gives me the old 'Pssst. Hey buddy...' routine.

'Can ya build me a couple droids?'
'Sure' I says. 'What kind of parts you want in it? Storage? Data? Medical tools?'
'No,' he says, 'I need a "Special Order", if ya get my drift.'

"Now that should have been enough to get the alarm bells going, but I guess with all the money I was making I guess I was getting a little drunk off it."

'Sorry, pal. You got the wrong guy. I don't do those.'
'C'mon,' he says, 'I'll pay ya 50k per'

"Now, I am not a greedy sort of person, but 50k per Probot was A LOT of cash for such a simply job. I had a sffRgghher bahr reg hlllar hef..."

At this, Fearghal gives the head of the translator droid a good pop and resumes his story

"Sorry about that. As I was saying, I had a suspicion this guy was Imp and was trying to set a trap for me. IN fact I was almost positive. But That didn't stop me.

'Alright,' I tell him 'I'll send you a messag when they are done. But I'll take half up front.'
'Twenty-five percent,' he angles.
'Fine. Two days. Expect to hear from me.'

"Well I went back to my shop and got the parts all set and made all the factory runs I needed and built 'em. As promised, two days later and I'm done. SO I message him and tell him they are ready. I get a response from him immediately.

'Great. Meet in Bestine. Behind Starport. Lots of traffic. Safe.'

"So that's where I go. Bestine Starport."

The bartender brings in two more pitchers. You had failed to realize that yours was just as empty as Fearghal's. Come to think of it. You seem to have a hard time concentrating on anything at all. That is some strong Jawa Beer.

"I am expecting at this point to see Joob Joob waiting off by one of the corners, but he wasn't there when I got there. So I send him an Instant Comm.

'I am here. What is your ETA?'

"Dead Air. That's his response. It's at this point I begin to panic. I had though I saw a glint of white from the corner of my eye. I look, but see nothing. I repeat my Comm.

'I am here. What is your ETA?'

"There is static, and then I get my response.
It is the voice of Joob Joob.

'See ya Sucker.'

At first I was confused, but taht quickly dissipated when I heard the mechanical voice behind me.

"Prepare for scan, Wookiee. Go ahead and move. I dare you."

"I turned in horror to realise my nightmare was upon me. I'd been had by an Imperial Spy. An entire squad of Stormtroopers had their rifles pointed at my head. All of them with itchy trigger fingers except for the one holding the scanner. The worst thing about that armour is the part that looks like a grin. An evil, wicked grin.

"I read two marks on the furball, sir."

From behind the squad came a Lieutenant. His grey uniform standing out against the plasteel armour of his troops.

"Arrest him."

The Wookiee pauses to take a big swill of his beer. He slams it down the table causing a slight crack to appear in the surface. You ask him in your now slurred speech what happened next. You feel groggy. You can barely keep your eyes open. You repeat yourself. Before you pass out entirely you hear the voice of the translator.

"Next? Next I find out what you REALLY know about Joob Joob."

When you wake up your head feels ready implode. You notice a couple of your fingers are broken and you can barely stand. Your face feels like a bag of tenderized meat. You are on Tattooine. The middle of nowhere. You still have your datapad to get your bearings and see you have a new message. It is from Fearghal.

'Sorry pal. I had to know what you know. Guess you don't know anything. Or your tougher than most people. Left a few credits for your troubles. Don't worry. Beer was on me.'

You stumble to your feet and begin the long walk back to Wayfar.

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Fearghal the B.F.W
"I'll stand o'er your grave til I'm sure that you're dead" The Greatest Wookiee Poet of all time

Garyyyk

Umm, Tej? I hate to be nitpicky (but I'm a fanboy and can't help it! ), but the Empire didn't exist 26 years before the timeline of SWG. It's set just after the destruction of the first Death Star which occured only 22 years after the start of the Clone Wars.

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Garyyyk
Tailor/TKA
HoloMaster of W.O.O.K.
Wroshyr Order Of Kashyyyk (WOOK)
Alacio Island, Naboo, Bria


Ich liebe dich, meine schöne Göttin

Caniption

How about born into slavery 26 years ago, and sold to the empire 4 years later?

Rowlurorowf

Well, if we're going to pick nits... 26 is REALLY young for a wook... usually not out of the nursery rings by that time...

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Rowlurorowf
AKA Rowl
Wookiee Jack of Many Trades (Master of 2),
WOOK Secretary Elder, resigned 10/31/03
New Rwookrrorro, Naboo (Bria)
(former adjunct professor of linguistics & social anthropology at the University of Mrllst)
"Let the Wookiee Win"

Hwarrnuh

True nuff. Young adult hood (18-21 years old for a human) is around 110-120 for a Wookiee.

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-Hwarrnuh-
Wookiee Ranger and Rifleman
Secretary Elder Wook
New Rwookrroroo, Naboo, Bria
Wroshyr Order Of Kashyyyk (W.O.O.K)

Leia: I'd sooner kiss a Wookiee!!
Han: I can arrange that!!

Rowlurorowf

I left Kashyyyk at an early age, only 150 standard years old. I studied at the university at Mrlssst in social anthropology and linguistics, eventually becoming an adjunct professor on the subjects. My full professorship depended upon further field research study.

It was easy for us, in my field, to see the growing and alarming trend of the Emperor's New Order and the way of things to come. My world had become subjugated and quarantined, telling other spaients that Wookiees were not honourable and that a visitor to Kashyyyk should fear for their lives from us! While there are many things to fear for one's life from on Kashyyyk, unless you are an enemy of a wookiee, the Wookiee populace is not one of them.

Then Imperials decreed that my race was a slave labor race and placed a bounty on the heads of ALL wookiees, demanding that any free wook be turned in to the Imperial Authorities for imprisonment and slavery!

Shortly after that, I heard the news about Alderaan. The holonet reported that Rebel Terrorists had taken over an Imperial Planetary Ore Extractor space station and used it on the inhabited, peaceful planet. Many students debated the philosophies of this occurance. It was said that Rebels collected support from Alderaan and that their peaceful civil disobedience to the Empire belied these reports. Yet others said that Alderaan refused or withdrew their support from the Alliance's war-like ways, and that the holonews must be correct.

I knew that further investigation would be required, and I decided that my 'field training' could wait no longer...

///Transmission Intercept///

To: Orthyc Yun, Dean of Humanities, Universtiy of Mrlssst
From : Rowlurorowf, Adjunct Professor, Social Anthropology, on sabbatical leave for field research
Re: Galactic Civil War, Field Report

Dean Yun:

First, let me simply inform you that I am alive and well. I have had many experiences in the field, and have pursued many paths that may culminate in my being no longer an appropriate choice for a professor at Mrlssst. Be that as it may, I wish to report to you my preliminary findings.

I have infiltrated the Rebel Alliance and have fought beside their troops. I find most of them to be courageous and full of the passion and conviction required to lay down their lives for a cause. Many others simply aid how they can but would rather just live out their lives and ignore the influence of the Empire.

To be fair, I have also fought alongside Imperials. I have found their numbers to be singular in purpose to hold the galaxy together and maintain the order that can only be found within a rigid legal philosophy. I was surprised in he ease that I was accepted among these Imperial soldiers, being a non-human, but found that Imperials routinely accept non-humans mostly as irregular troops, though any progression in the Imperial hierarchy is quite obviously and actively discouraged.

In short, sir, I have found that both sides in this conflict have, for the most part, a devout mind and serious intent. There are many radicals on both sides and many who are not worthy of their comrades blood shed due to their ineptitude, or lack of maturity. War is a bloody existance and those participating have to be of a mature mind. I am sad to say that this is lacking in many individuals on both sides of the Civil War, but not the majority. It is unfortunate, that in the Imperial Army, these troops tend to be more highly recognized and rewarded as they are routinely seen with troops and AT-ST walkers at their command and disposal. However, the Rebel hierarchy is also not immune to this strange reward system. Some of the most undeserving (in my opinion, Dean) of soldiers find themselves leading the fight with many brave rebel troops under their command, and getting duly slaughtered.

My research, as a result, is incomplete. I see no end to this conflict as both sides feel justified in the pursuit of their goals. While Order and Law are important to a Galaxy at large, it seems that Palpatine's heavy hand has caused many of his citizens to become severely discontented with his rule. In my research, rulers that find themselves in this situation are best inclined to relinquish their authority, else they may find themselves on the wrong end of the blaster bolt. Emperor Palpatine, however, does not seem to be so inclined, so I fear for the stability of this government and its control over its subject worlds. It also seems that the leaders of this Rebel Alliance are without structure and order within their own organization, so even if Palpatine were overthrown, I am also inclined to fear the government that would replace the Empire.

Again, my research is incomplete and further study is required. I will rport back again when I am able. You may reach me in the communtiy of New Rwookrrorro on Naboo for the time being, if need be. I have accepted a position of Secretary of a group of wookiees known as the Wroshyr Order of Kashyyyk and find comfort in their presence.

Regards,
Rowlurorowf

///transmission end///

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Rowlurorowf
AKA Rowl
Wookiee Jack of Many Trades (Master of 2),
WOOK Secretary Elder, resigned 10/31/03
New Rwookrrorro, Naboo (Bria)
(former adjunct professor of linguistics & social anthropology at the University of Mrllst)
"Let the Wookiee Win"

EricTheO

Rowl cheated!


LOL, I thought we could only copy and paste our ingame Bio's?

/emote *the wheels and cogs in my brain begin to rotate*

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eErictheooca, Wookiee "The Tree People"Master Ranger / Master SharpshooterWroshyr Order of Kashyyyk (W.O.O.K.) - Elder Historian"Let the Wookiee Win!"J Alacio Island, Naboo, Bria

Rowlurorowf

No, whatever you want to have in your WOOK bio, is good with me. I was WAY left watning for more space when I put in my SWG bio. Most of you know how verbose I can be... keeping me to ANY character limit is cruel and unusual punishment!

So I had to embelich on what is in my SWG bio a little bit (@(#* character limits!).

Feel free to revise Eric.

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Rowlurorowf
AKA Rowl
Wookiee Jack of Many Trades (Master of 2),
WOOK Secretary Elder, resigned 10/31/03
New Rwookrrorro, Naboo (Bria)
(former adjunct professor of linguistics & social anthropology at the University of Mrllst)
"Let the Wookiee Win"

Hwarrnuh

Warning, this is long and still is a work in progress. I am not a very good writer, so please forgive my grammer. I hope you enjoy it.

Hwarrnuh (pronounced -Wor-New-) was born on the eve of a battle between 2 famous Wookiees. Both of these Wookiees lost their lives in that battle. One was known for his valour and courage in the face of overwhelming odds, the other for his bloodlust and beserker rages. It is said that the spirits of both of these Wookiees inhabit Hwarrnuh's body. His father noticed both of these kinds of traits in him at an early age(60 standard years).

His father raised him in the ways of the Wookiee Rangers. They spent alot of their time down in the lower levels of Kashyyyk, below Rwookrrorro. Countless times, they have either stopped rampaging horrors from the deeps from attacking the city or joined in the defence of the city.

Hwarrnuh's father was very proud of him and the skills that he learned. He also feared for him because of the beserker rages that appeared in him from big battles. Luckily, Hwarrnuh developed wanderlust not long after he completed his Hrrtayyk(coming of age ceremony). His father gave him enough currency to start out and Hwarrnuh set out upon a great adventure.

20 years later, he was traveling on Nar Shaddaa, when he was accosted by a group of alien hating humans. He fought valiantly, but the numbers were to great. Just about as one of the thugs was about to shove a force pike in Hwarrnuh's back, a mysterious stranger appeared. This figure in a type of armor that Hwarrnuh had never seen saved his life at the last second and helped him finish off the thugs.

The figure was a female human from the planet of Concord Dawn by the name of Vera Cava. Hwarrnuh swore a life debt to her at the end of the battle and they started travelling together. It turns out she was a bounty hunter and he lent his considerable tracking and battle skills to her hunts. They slowly made a name for themselves in the bounty hunter guild and in Jabba's orginization.

5 years down the line, they were returning from a trip after dropping off a bounty and collecting the reward. As they came out of hyperspace near Tatooine, their ship was attacked and disabled by a large group of pirates. When they were boarded, there was a bloody battle. The pirates lost many of their number, but eventually captured Hwarrnuh and Vera Cava.

It turned out that one of her previous bounties had escaped Imperial imprisonment and wanted her as a trophy. They put her in a wierd looking casket that put her in a state of suspended animation and took her. They left Hwarrnuh in the scuttled ship to die. He swore that he would get his partner back and revenge on those that took her. Through force of will, he managed to stay alive until he was rescued by a passing Imperial shuttle.

The imperials inspected his ship and questioned him thoroughly. The couldn't find any signs of the rebellion and deemed him to fierce to capture as a slave. They gave him enough credits and sent him on down to Mos Espa.

He made his way eventually to Jabba's palace. Once there, he inquired information about the pirates or who the previous bounty was. The only information Jabba could give him was that Borvo the Hutt might have dealing with the pirates. He thanked Jabba, for he had been good to him in the past and set about making enough money to get to Naboo.

He went to Mos Eisley and started doing odd jobs to make enough money to travel to Naboo and buy himself the equipment he needed. He made a new friend at this time by the name of Vade. They both had some adventures together and made their way to Naboo. They parted ways on Naboo, but still have adventures together every now and then.

He went to see Borvo at once. Borvo said that he had information, but it would cost him a ton of credits. This made Hwarrnuh angry, but he had to do this right otherwise, he would lose the only lead he had. He starting looking for ways to make the money needed, but it was hard being that there was a big Imperial population on Naboo.

He ran into a Wookiee by the name of Na-Weobo while he was doing a minor job and found out about a city being built by Wookiees on Naboo. The city was named in the honor of the capitol city on Kashyyyk. New Rwookrrorro it was called. He followed Na-Weobo and seen many of his race there and he decided that he would make a base of operations there. He got to know many of these Wookiees and they became his new honor family. He hunts with them often and starting saving up the cash he needed to buy the information from Borvo.

Eventually, he saved the cash, and Borvo was forced to give him the information that he seeked. He had to go and see Huff Darklighter back on Tatooine. Huff was the go between with the pirates. So he made his way there and had to do some things to get in good graces with Huff Darklighter. It turned out that Huff was using the pirates as smugglers for the rebellion. Huff informed him that the pirates were caught smuggling and destroyed by the empire.

Hwarrnuh's heart sunk like a stone in the middle of the oceans on Mon Calimari. Huff said to not give up hope, for the rebellion might be able to ascertain the identity of the former bounty. He also told Hwarrnuh about the imprisonment of his homeworld by the Imperials and the enslavement of this race. This boiled Hwarrnuh's blood, but he had more important things to worry about. He had to honor the life debt, and time was growing short in his mind. He asked Huff how to join the rebellion, and set off at once.

Now he fights alongside the rebels, some of which are his kinsman from New Rwookrrorro. He still seeks information about the whereabouts of his partners captor. He is finding it harder and harder to control his beserker rages in battle. His companions are starting see this and some of them are helping him seek the information that he needs in hopes of calming him back down. He enjoys working towards a free Kashyyyk, but deep in his soul, he is hurting.

Happy Hunting!!!

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-Hwarrnuh-
Wookiee Ranger and Rifleman
Secretary Elder Wook
New Rwookrroroo, Naboo, Bria
Wroshyr Order Of Kashyyyk (W.O.O.K)

Leia: I'd sooner kiss a Wookiee!!
Han: I can arrange that!!

Rowlurorowf

Hey, good job Hwarr! It's a nice read.

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Rowlurorowf
AKA Rowl
Wookiee Jack of Many Trades (Master of 2),
WOOK Secretary Elder, resigned 10/31/03
New Rwookrrorro, Naboo (Bria)
(former adjunct professor of linguistics & social anthropology at the University of Mrllst)
"Let the Wookiee Win"