Orrrn #JO

Name: Orrrn Rissith

Nickname/Alias: N/A

Epithet: Orrrn the Softspoken

Race/Species: Sylphe-Human Crossbreed

Place of Birth: Sylvia IV

Current Age: 16

Gender: Male

Height: 1.6 Meters

Weight: 52.24 kg

Appearance:
Orrrn is a Male Interbred Sylphe/Human, with Sylphe being the mainly dominant genotypes within his genetic code. As such, he displays commonly plant-like attributes, while possessing a paler skin tone, more humanoid hair and a higher resiliency to Arid climates.
Instead of possessing a bright green skintone, his body is a more muted series of pale greens and soft tans, giving his color an almost...camouflage visual effect.  Where Sylphe have floral hair atop of their head, Orrrn's own is a straight, Russet-brown, Dotted with the occasional floral protrusion, which when blossomed, allow him to use Pheromones to communicate with receptive species. While he possesses the ability to communicate through the complex linguistic patterns of Scents, he is also capable, thanks to his human father, to speak aloud, and he speaks basic very well, too well, in fact, following grammatical and structuring rules to the T. This makes it a little hard to hold a conversation, as Orrrn sounds formal, literally, all of the time.

Clothing:
Orrrn wears a simple, dark-brown tunic and matching trousers, as well as a Dark Green, darker than Forest Green cloak.  He has a belt, with six pouches on it, strapped around his waist, and a pair of dark-lens welding Goggles.

Force Specialty:
Plant Surge - Because of his natural affinity with the Floral world, and thanks to the Pheromonic communication that his race uses, he has found it quite easy to manipulate plant growth using the Force.

Equipment:
Macrofuser with 3 spare power Cells
Sorusuub F-187 Fusioncutter with 2 spare power Cells
Regalis Engineering FastTurn-3 Hydrospanner
Diagnostic-programmed Datapad
Magnetic Grapple

Lightsabers:
None Yet

Occupation:
Sith Acolyte, Assists in the Hanger and maintenance bays for small craft.

Biography:
_{(In Lieu of 14 pages, I'll give you Four paragraphs. Enjoy)}

Heat, wet, sticky heat that seemed to fill the air itself, that was the only way to describe the small hut on Sylvia IV where Orrrn was born, his Human mother holding the tiny, silent, newborn close to her breast, allowing the hungry lad to feed as midwives cleaned him and her, another figure stepping close.  The figure was a Jedi, administering the usual tests, and informing the family of their fortune.  The boy, named just now as Orrrn, was Force-sensitive, and could be taken immediately, if they so desired!  Yet, there was something about his...enthusiasm that made the parents wait, told they could put off their decision for only but a few years by the Jedi.  

Time passed, and the Boy aged, almost at that time limit, but the Jedi path was not in his destiny, apparently, as the Jedi that had administered that test, so long ago, had fallen, and remembering Orrrn's eligibility, had returned.  It was at the tender age of three that he left his family, under threat of death to all of them by the man, who promptly delivered the boy to the Sith Order, before vanishing, going off on his merry way and leaving the socially stunted boy to the Harsh hands of the Sith to be trained.

And trained he was, sabercraft, Force abilities, a few of which he showed a decent aptitude towards, and a few, he seemed exemplary at.  When not in training, however, he would wander and roam, often getting himself into trouble, but eventually discovering the Hangers, where he'd sit in silence, away from his classmates, and simply watch the Mechanics work.  It wasn't long until he was running errands for them, getting tools, drinks and food, whatever they needed, and in an odd turn of events, they began to teach him their craft.  Sure, the young boy was marked to be Sith, but if he knew how to fix a few things on a ship, that'd lessen the chances that he'd be lost alone in space with no way to fix things, they rationalized.

Now, the Boy, in his teens, has finished all of his basic classes, and spends his time either training with practice sabers in the Dueling hall, or working with the Tech crew and droids in the Hangers, supercharging engines, adding in new coolants and testing different aftermarket parts with them, just waiting for a master who'd be interested in a boy so silent, a boy so inclined as he.

Strengths:
Analytical mind
Dexterous feet and fingers
Flexible in roles.

Weaknesses:
Socially Inept
Non-Combat Oriented
Views issues in a Mechanical way.