Eechee is a Wookiee of average height and weight. A doglike snout tips his muzzle. The dense fur that covers his body is a very dark mix of shades of brown and streaks or splotches of other colors like various greens, yellows, reds, and blues (mostly greens). His eyes are apple green.
Eechee seems to possess the build of an average Wookiee but describing this feature may be difficult due to the density of his fur. This particular Wookiee is identifiable by patches of perpetually burnt facial fur and a smear of bleached fur in his beard starting strong from his mouth and fading downward. Various scars akin to claw and bite marks can be spotted in various places all over his body (if caught at the right angles, or the wind catches his fur just right). Eechee's skin tone, visible only from his fingers and toes, is beige.
Eechee can be very protective, and when any of his friends are being bullied or threatened, he will step in to defend them. This can gets Eechee in trouble when he refuses to back down during these exchanges, and sometimes has trouble discerning between friendly teasing and intentional insults. However, because of this fierce loyalty, his friends know that no matter what, Eechee will be there for them.
Eechee never really learned the definition of true consequence. He has “thieved” and tricked his way into the hearts of strangers, friends, and family but has never dealt with nor experienced a heavy sense of responsibility for those actions. This makes Eechee a very carefree soul, but he isn’t one for serious conversations or threats.
Eechee believes that diversity enhances all life. Even those who seek absolute galactic homogeny are welcome in Eechee's ideal galaxy, provided they are contained and their intentions never satisfied. The knowledge and threat of their existence is enough to flavor his own. This is why he endeavors to ensure as many lifeforms remain present in the all-encompassing soup, and he'll go to great, dangerous lengths to make it so. He believes that championing diversity doesn't require that all things must tolerate or welcome each other, least of all in close proximity, but simply that they should be allowed to exist in a capacity that doesn't threaten another's unchallenged. The fight for life in a galaxy that is constantly eating itself is awesome. Some may find this endearing enough to overlook his propensity for skirting, if not breaking, the law while others remain unamused with such supposedly naïve antics and would sooner see him pay for his hubris.
Eechee prefers to push the rules to the absolute limit. While he is unlikely to actually break rules or disobey orders, he toes the line between what is allowed and what isn't at every opportunity.
Eechee doesn't like to kill people; instead he chooses to injure his opponent until that person is unable to fight back or is otherwise incapacitated.
If ever Eechee finds himself unable to verbally or tactically maneuver his way out of a combat scenario that doesn't seem particularly necessary, or a friend feels strongly in favor of engaging for whatever reason, he knows any direct confrontation will likely result in his defeat. Instead, he's found great use in the art of explosive devices. Whether calculated or chaotic, the goal is to disperse or focus blasts in whatever area most effective to dissuading anyone from continuing their quarrel or pursuit. These will be grenades, pipe bombs, claymores, mines, anything that goes boom. That's not to say he's just a reckless powder keg; Eechee tries his best to ensure minimal collateral damage, provided none is not an option.
Master (+5) |
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Adept (+4) |
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Proficient (+3) | |
Trained (+2) | |
Learned (+1) | |
Mediocre (+0) |
Master (+5) |
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Adept (+4) |
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Disciple (+3) |
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Studied (+2) |
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Initiate (+1) |
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Lore |
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Primary Martial Art | None |
Secondary Martial Art | None |
Primary Weapon Specialization |
Explosives
(Only applies to the Weapon Specialist Discipline) |
Primary Lightsaber Form | None |