Name: Gkor'dkenrao
Nickname: "The storyteller"
Race: Tusken Raider
Gender: Male
Age: 158 (Possible due to strong force sensitivity)
Occupation: Traveler, storyteller
Appearance: Personality: As a cast out tusken of considerable years, Gkor'dkenrao is wise and intelligent, and not savage like most tuskens. Sometimes he is even capable of lending a helping hand.
Languages: Tusken, Huttese, Jawaese. Can't speak but understands basic.
Equipment: Reinforced Gaderffii (also used as a walking stick), Tusken robes, water pouches.
Financial status: Nothing
~CHARACTOR HISTORY~
Gkor'dkenrao (guhkor-duhken-ray-oh) was born in one of the many tusken camps in north tatooine. At childhood
he showed a talent for languages, as such, he learned the native tusken language, jawaese, and huttese before
any other tusken child of his age had ever done. As a teen, he was taken as the apprentice of the clan storyteller,
the storyteller soon regreted this, as it is tusken tradition that when an apprentice storyteller perfectly
recictes a story with no errors at all, he becomes the clan's storyteller and the old one is cast out to wander
the desert sands, forever. Gkor remained as the clan storyteller for a long time. 42 years to be precise.
During that time he had picked up an apprentice of his own. However, one day, the apprentice was able to
sneak into Gkor's tent. The apprentice looked from left to right, then at the rest of the tent. Only one book
was there. The apprentice picked up the book, and was about to read it when he heard footsteps, quickly, the apprentice
darted underneath the side of the tent and back outside just as Gkor came back in. The next day, the apprentice recited
a story, flawlessly; he had spent the entire night reading and mesmorizing the story. No one in the clan wanted do
this, but it was tradition, so they had no choice but to cast out Gkor'dkenrao to wonder the desert sands forever.
He wandered the sands for 20 years, living of whatever he could find, continuously tormented by the ravaging twin suns
of tatooine. Passing the skeletal bodies of long dead exiled storytellers along the way, he stopped to pay his respects.
Ah! finally! after all these years! were the thoughts that ran through his head like a 900000 volt discharge; for what
he saw now, was a city. Mos Entha. With the help of his walking gaderffii, he made it the rest of the way to the city.
As he hobbled along through the town, everyone stopped what they were doing and started at him, and he could hear several
saying, "Surely that can't be a tusken, its on its own and its using its gaderffii as a walking stick!".
Over the course of the next two years, people grew more used to him, just not the way he liked to listen to extremley long
conversations. In truth he was trying to learn galactic basic; so far he had picked up the words :'And, then, tusken raider
traveler, storyteller, jedi, blaster, credits and hutts', the only problem was he couldn't physically speak it due to the limitations of his Tusken vocal chords. Also by now his jawaese and huttese was flawless. Despite everything
seemingly going well, Gkor doubted it, something in his mind was telling him that someone was hunting him, something was telling
him, something... What it was, was his force sensitivity making itself known to Gkor and sensing something or someone
that was out to get him. Sure enough, next year, the feeling was stronger then ever. Suddenly, a blast went straight past him,
he turned around and there was a rodian, reloading a concussion rifle. Gkor'dkenrao was far too old to fight without aid of
the force, but he didn't know about his force sensitivity, and hadn't been trained, let alone train himself. This is were his
newfound knowledge of basic and the stories he had memorized for 23 years saved his life. rifle... put down, he wrote. The
hunter wouldn't of put it down had it been anyone else, but a TUSKEN that understood BASIC? The hunter gaped and dropped his rifle from
shock. I'm just an old exiled story teller of the far north of the desert planet, if you want, i can prove it with one of my
many tales, Gkor wrote, a smug expresion underneath his mask; to him so much as understanding that much in basic was a big achievment. The hunter said nothing, but raised one
of his eyes, as if tuskens were forbidden to learn basic. The next 5 hours consisted of the crazy old tusken drawing letters in to tell one of his saddest stories to take the hunter's mind of the task of killing him, a crowd had gathered to watch.
...Unfortunatley the bounty hunter felled the legendary warlord by distracting him and thrusting her lightsaber through his
chest, the warlord, despite being a human, had all faith in the tuskens, but his last dying wish was spoken to a jedi master,
from whom he made promise to train his son in the ways, of the force, he finally finished the last letter of the story, it was a very old one,
the story of Sharad Hett. Gkor'dkenrao looked at the bounty hunter and the crowd, who had completley forgot themselves and had
been listening carefully. "You understand basic, how!?" asked the hunter, Gkor smiled from underneath his mask and chuckled something in tusken, then wrote down: What
do you think i was doing dropping on on conversations for the last, err, three years? The crowd and hunter froze for a moment
now that everything actually made sense. When they finally went back to their daily buisness that day, everyone had dismissed
him as a threat. As for Gkor, he was considering traveling, telling tales where he went, and mastering, whatever had told him
about that hunter, then it hit him, was he force sensitive? He considered it for a moment, and chucled slightly on the knowledge
that even if he was, why would any jedi want to train an eighty-one year old tusken? But on a more serious note, he decided,
there may be a chance, and anyway, he could practice with that sense. Taking one last look at entha, he traveled back into the
desert to travel to elsewhere and gain fame for what he does best, and possibly even traveling to other worlds...
He is now 158, and is still doing what he told himself he would.
~FORCE STATUS~ LEVEL: 3
PATH: force focused
FORCE SKILLS:
]Sense 2
Jump 1
FORCE FEATS:
protect 1
GADERFFII SKILLS
Gaderffii (Attack 1)
Old age (Defense 1)
FORCE ABILITIES Force memorize: never forgets anything, even over the course of a hundred years.
((If there is ever a gaderffii that isn't a staff i'll switch to that instead))
EDIT: Sorry about the image size, didn't realise it was that big