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Givin · Soldier · Level 1
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Weapons
| Name | Attack | Damage | Range |
|---|---|---|---|
| ●Blaster Pistol | +4 | 1d10 Energy | 50 ft |
| ●War Sword | +4 | 1d6 +2 Slashing, Piercing | 5 ft |
| ●Unarmed Strike | +4 | 1 +2 bludgeoning | — |
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Inventory
- Half-Vest · 2 kg
- Blaster Pistol · 1 kg
- War Sword · 2 kg
- Medpac I · 0.5 kg
Backstory
Yuvael Keth was born into the skeletal silence of Yag'Dhul, the hollow, windswept homeworld of the Givin — a world so hostile to unprotected life that his species had evolved over millennia into living vacuum seals, their exoskeletal bodies capable of surviving the hard void between Yag'Dhul's shifting, gravity-tortured moons. His people were mathematicians and shipwrights by culture, their society governed by precise equations and the cold logic of survival. Yuvael grew up apprenticed to a modest hull-sealing crew operating in the orbital dockyards above the planet's surface, learning the language of machines and the grammar of Binary alongside his native Givin and the Galactic Basic he would need if he ever left the system. He was methodical, careful, and unremarkable — until the Empire noticed him. In the years following the Declaration of the New Order, Imperial Intelligence began cataloguing species whose biological traits offered tactical advantages for weapons research. The Givin drew particular attention from a low-profile division of the Imperial Science Corps operating under the authority of Moff Tarkin's broader militarization directives. Their exoskeletal physiology — specifically the bio-chemical process by which it hardened and redistributed under vacuum and radiation pressure — was flagged as a potential template for enhanced stormtrooper armor composites and, more disturbingly, for research into directed energy absorption. Yuvael was nineteen when an Imperial corvette docked at the Yag'Dhul orbital station under the pretense of a routine census inspection. He did not return home that evening. For nearly a year he was held at a mobile research installation — designation unknown to him, its location lost somewhere in the Outer Rim. Imperial xenobiologists catalogued and stressed his exoskeleton through repeated controlled exposure to particle radiation, blaster discharge, and pressure variance. They were methodical in the way the Empire always was: thorough, dispassionate, and entirely unconcerned with what remained of the subject afterward. Yuvael survived because Givin physiology simply refused to cooperate with most of what killed other beings. He also survived because he paid attention — watching shift rotations, memorizing guard cadences in binary intervals the way his people calculated orbital mechanics. When a supply transfer created a twelve-minute gap in the detention corridor's coverage, he moved, took what was close at hand — a blaster pistol from an unwatched rack, a medpac from a medical bay he had memorized the location of — and walked through a maintenance airlock into hard vacuum without a suit, across an exterior hull seam, and into an unlocked cargo shuttle that departed the installation before anyone thought to check the manifest. He has been moving since. Nineteen years old when he escaped, twenty now, carrying a half-vest stripped from a dockworker on Nar Shaddaa and a war sword acquired in trade from a Weequay merchant who asked no questions. He avoids Imperial checkpoints the way his homeworld avoids atmospheric comfort — instinctively, structurally, as a matter of continued existence.
Roleplaying notes
- **Calculated Endurance:** Your Athletics and Endurance proficiencies reflect a body engineered by evolution for punishment — lean into physical feats that would break softer beings, but frame them as grim necessity rather than bravado; Yuvael doesn't show off, he simply doesn't stop. - **Vacuum Logic:** Givin cognition is rooted in mathematics and probability, and with INT 12 and Knowledge: Sciences, Yuvael instinctively frames danger as an equation — when assessing a threat or plan, express it in odds and failure margins rather than feelings or hunches. - **Triage First:** Yuvael's Expert proficiency in Treat Injury stems directly from his time as a lab subject who learned to patch himself when no one else would — make a habit of inventorying injuries in the group before any post-combat conversation, treating wounds silently and without being asked. - **Earned Trust Only:** With CHA 7 and a history of Imperial abduction, Yuvael extends zero social warmth to strangers by default — he cooperates transactionally with new allies and only softens incrementally over time, never in a single conversation. - **Sparse and Precise:** Yuvael speaks in short, unembellished sentences, often dropping pleasantries entirely; when he does elaborate, it sounds closer to a technical report than small talk, reflecting both Givin cultural communication norms and the emotional compression of someone who spent a year saying nothing that mattered.