Shona Fitha'an

Name: Shona Fitha'an

Nicknames/Aliases: "Patriarch"

Species: Selonian

Gender: Male

Age: 21 (Comparatively late twenties for humans)

Homeworld: Corellia







Height: 5'8"

Weight: 140 lbs

Eye Color: Blue

Mane Style: Messy

Fur Color: Light brown "upper" coat with black center stripe, snow white underbelly

Facial Hair: Uh... everywhere? Nothing overly long though

Skin Color: brown-pink

Build: Very thin and wiry, unathletic

Distinguishing Features: Right ear has a hole in it, blaster scars on his left shoulder and gut

Apparel: Standard apparel (except male) // The minimalistic harness pictured (when too hot) // Cold Weather gear // Always wears a dark violet scarf

Weaponry: His father's SE-14 pistol // Assorted sharp and heavy mechanic equpment // his claws

Equipment: Mechanic equipment, LOTS of datapads filled with books, a few listening devices, a voice changer





Profession: Mechanic, historical expert, information broker (low-tier), part-time treasure hunter

Skills: (Descending order) Deduction, Research/Information Gathering, Mechanical repair, Linguistics, Droid programming, Subterfuge (more going unnoticed than unseen)

Force-Sensitive: No

Training: Mostly just time spent in a workshop and eavesdropping, some time with language tutors.

Vehicle: Republic Scout Bike

Starship: None

Other Possessions: Krayt dragon pearl dating back three milennia, unidentified droid intelligence core, a dark Force-radiating datapad with several assorted plans in a language he hasn't been able to identify, and his father's violet scarf

Companions: EV-2D8 Protocol droid.
--Designed for logistical oversight, translation, and interaction
--Knows nine hundred thousand forms of communication
--Elaborate library
--Very old, likely over a century
--Malfunctioning vocabulator
--"Narcoleptic" habit of occasionally shutting down to recharge



Factional Affiliation: None, Freelance

Rank: None

Sexual Preference: Heterosexual

Relationship Status: Single

Personality: Shona is very quiet and generally seems to avoid conversations, usually deflecting anything directed at him if he has to and otherwise minding his own business. The most obvious cause of this is that he's a bit paranoid, not so much about people he knows but more about people he doesn't--he likes to think that anything he doesn't have a comprehension of is probably going to try to rob/kill/rape/enslave him. That said, when he's been cornered into a conversation or dragged in via his work, he acts pretty normal, talking a little quickly but gladly going back to restate things when he isn't clearly understood. He's friendly enough once he knows your motivations, though even then he's a little cautious about personal information, but he'll gladly jabber away with you about other things, and is even quite helpful so long as there's minimal risk for him. That said, he can start talking a little fast if it's on a subject he's knowledgeable about and needs to be kept in check--but he'll gladly slow down with occasional reminders and repeat himself as necessary. As you may have guessed, he's a little cowardly, but he's not immoral with it and will sometimes stick his neck out a little if he thinks he can get away with it, but he's still very cautious. He also has a hard time with certain concepts thanks to his culture, such as patriarchy, the lack of interest in the greater whole, monogamy, and other such things. He's surprisingly honest for an information broker, only changing his voice and asking for cash out of necessity--getting him to cooperate is far easier than almost any of his counterparts, he just wants to keep breathing and get paid, in that order. Surprisingly though, if he truly believes in something, he will stand up for it and be terribly stubborn... problem is, he hasn't had anything he's stood for in a LONG time.



Shona's story begins in the caverns beneath Corellia, in the home of Selonian clan Ka'Thilta, where Shona was born to the local queen. While the rest of the galaxy and their planet went mad, the Selonians quietly retreated to their caverns and minded themselves, occasionally trading with their surface neighbors but otherwise just keeping out of the war. Of course, the Empire, in all its xenophobic wisdom, decided to begin claiming that these fuzzy creatures were threats to the people of the Corellian system, that they were a warrior people bent on destroying anything on the lands nearby. It was a ridiculous claim which few took seriously, but there was a large enough number who took it to heart. Under normal circumstances, Shona would have been raised by the other males of his clan, essentially little more than a service slave useful only for breeding--for after all he was smaller than his infertile sisters and even a runt as compared to his brothers, and this was a heavily matriarchal society. However, instead, when he was three, his home was attacked by xenophobic extremists armed with suspiciously high-grade equipment--they were likely supplied by the Empire. The attack was thwarted, but not before the queen was killed right in front of her mates, Shona's father dying in a pathetically futile attempt to save her while Shona himself was grazed by a bolt to his ear. Without an heir to the throne, clan Ka'Thilta shattered and the workers took the males with them... but nobody remembered to grab Shona, who spent the entire time afterwards hiding in a food storage room.

After a month spent surviving on the goods left in the pantry and hiding from anyone who approached, a scavenger crew eventually came crawling around, and a Twi'lek by the name of Oril Fitha'an stumbled onto the terrified child. Thankfully, these scavengers were at least reasonably decent people, and soon Shona found himself adopted by the man and brought to his home on the distant station, Arvithen. Arvithen wasn't much more than and overgrown trading stop in an unimportant system at the border of the Inner and Mid Rims, but was something of a supporter of the Rebellion/Republic and famous for being a smuggling station thanks to its innocuous location. Oril was nothing more than a mechanic though, but regardless he took care of the Selothian, not realizing until the child hit adulthood at the age of seven that Shona was in fact a rare male. Thankfully, the Twi'lek didn't care very much, and ironically he found himself treated better with this alien than amongst his own people. Soon he began taking in a great deal of interests, ranging from his adoptive father's work to reading up on military tactics to simple history. In fact, Shona became quite the scholar, knowing his home language, Galactic Basic, Huttese, Ryl, the Wookie tongue, and droidic binary by the time he turned ten. He was always a sharp kid, but he was perfectly content working with his dad, though he occasionally did droid work on the side to bring in some extra cash as well as helping translate for people coming to and from the station. It was a simple existence, but a happy one--he occasionally considered going to higher education, but between the war going on and his father's fluctuating health (age reasons) he decided to at least stick around until at least one of those two situation stabilized.

However, the station's support of the Rebellion had come back to bite them in the backside. Eventually the Empire got angry enough (or perhaps desperate enough) to send a Star Destroyer to raid the station. Mostly they focused on destroying the freighters and disabling defenses so that they could capture the supplies intact, however they also attacked the hangars to prevent what few Cloakshapes the station had on hand from launching. This time, Shona attempted to fight back against the people attempting to destroy his home. When storm troopers broke into their home, he attempted to fight back against them with a hydrospanner while his father fired his old blaster at them. All he remembered about the fight was that he took bolts to the shoulder and gut and promptly passed out. He awoke in a bacta tank, very sore but alive... with the news that his father had perished and most of their personal effects confiscated by the Imperials. The only thing that they hadn't taken besides bodies was his father's pistol and clothing. While he wasn't angry with the medical team, they acted quickly, he was furious with the Republic itself for failing to protect its people. He wasn't a fighter, he wasn't about to go off and join a side, but he was in no mood to be grateful or pay medical bills. Fortunately, it seemed that the Republic wasn't in a mood to collect.

After being released from the hospital, he found himself a place as the mechanic on a freighter. He was involved in a little smuggling, but nothing major; more than anything he was just used as a look-out and was to hit certain buttons when authorities came aboard. He would go from ship to ship for a while, most of it aimlessly just trying to find the next highest-paying job, but a brief stay aboard a vessel called the Dancing Gundark would come to help him find a little direction. Unlike his other ships, which were just freighters, the Dancing Gundark had a special mission: ancient artifact recovery. It would be here that Shona would absolutely shine, his extensive historical knowledge enabling him to help decipher all manner of clues until they managed to strike paydirt in the form of a cache of ancient Jedi artifacts, including a krayt dragon pearl which had likely been used as a focusing crystal. However, this experience also taught him how the thought of credits could drive people mad. Despite the fact that this cache was enough for all members of the crew to retire on, people started 'mysteriously' dying onboard the freighter. Unwilling to die for money, Shona forfeited his share of the fortune at the next stop, only pocketing the dragon pearl for himself on the way out. Turned out he made the right decision: the Dancing Gundark completely disappeared from all records after that, either destroyed or lost in space.

However, that taught him of how to make some high-end cash, and soon he found himself making money as a historical advisor on the blackmarket, using a voice changer to make himself sound like a hutt and calling himself "Patriarch," his idea of a joke. While hardly enough to make a living on, this work helped give him a slightly better standard of living than normal for mechanic, and he gradually began acquiring some excess funds to keep himself in the game. He occasionally placed himself on treasure hunting expeditions, but almost all of them fell flat, whether it be through sheer bad luck of someone beating them to the prize or the crew starting to get the "gold rage," as he coined the term. However, a side-effect of his work was that he began getting people using him to store information which they wanted spread. Almost by accident, this selonian male, a group of people treated as little more than cattle even amongst their own kind, had become a bottom rung information broker. Mostly he just sold his information on up, but occasionally it got privately passed on to someone else, and lately the so-called "Patriarch" has been climbing gradually up the rungs. However, he's cautious almost to a fault, unwilling to step on toes and almost always bowing to anything that threatens him, and so he has been unable to do more than act as a middle man. Still, he has his informants and he knows when someone is plotting something against him, giving him plenty of time to disappear before his actual identity is discovered. A few people have made a connection between Shona and "Patriarch," mostly hutts and their men, but either they haven't realized that the two are one in the same or they don't care enough to bother him since he's been rather helpful in their interests (out of interest for his own ass, but still).

Over the years, he's had a fair number of notable finds come to surface, albeit ones which he wasn't able to collect on (as well as half the now dead crew), but he's managed to keep a few small prizes. One was an old speeder bike taken from a cache of Clone War era weaponry, which he used to escape his comrades when they tried to kill him. Another was a bizarre-looking droid core from a site which his crew arrived at too late; there were a few little things left which they split amongst each other, but aside from the apparently worthless core he's sold most of it (he's holding onto it in case he can find some way to read it). From an old derelict starship of unknown origin he managed to scrounge up a bizzare alien datapad (amongst some other sellable artifacts) before the ship's defenses woke up and nearly killed his whole team. And from a smuggling ship which suffered some manner of hyperdrive malfunction and quietly died in space, he managed to save a very old protocol droid before the people on his ship began partaking of some of the expired spice product from the ship and he was forced to hop into an escape pod to keep from getting eaten alive. Still, the droid, EV-2D8, has been quite helpful in his translation efforts of various sorts, and while he hasn't been able to figure out the datapad, he's happy he got it. Lately he thinks he's been on the trail of a few more potential hunts--but this time he wants to make sure that the ship he hops on is actually trustworthy before going on one of these treasure hunts.