sneakily tagged me in this and asked about a character of mine that, for the amount she's drawn him, might as well be hers! Shamelessly I'm gonna take Acaciathorn's modified version of the meme, cause writing up a summary sounds just as fun as the random facts. So here goes!MEME RULES:
1. Post these instructions
2. Post 8 facts about your character
3. Tag 8 other people. Specify the characters they should write about(post their icons with their character's name next to the icon). SAYAR's SUMMARY:
Sayar Kal'ir was born and raised on Kothlis, living just shy of Tal'cara, in a household not quite rich but not exactly lacking for money. His father, a legal representative, spent a lot of time travelling between Bothawui and Kothlis for work, whilst his mother worked as a customs agent for Tal'cara's spaceport; it's how the pair met in the first place. Despite being an only child, Sayar was not short for family; his familial clan was one of the bigger on Kothlis, so there was no end of what could be called 'relatives' even if they weren't exactly of the same blood. An adventurous and energetic child, Sayar fell into the hobby of hanno-karts from an early age and quickly turned the hobby into a legitimate pursuit, winning several junior titles before progressing to minor-tier repulsorsports, and later the professional series, signed to SoroSuub's racing team. For two years, Sayar travelled the galaxy as few ever got to; from Imperial Center to Corulag to Naboo and all over, paid to drive the cutting edge in repulsor-speeders provided by the eminent manufacturers, mingle with celebrities and Moffs, and maybe even grace a podium or two.
Things don't always pan out with happy endings, however, as exposure to the galaxy outside of his own planet gave Sayar an appreciation for what was truly going on in the Empire, especially in regards to aliens like him. There was always that sense of distance, and it didn't take a genius to ask why the local Moff shook hands with the two humans you beat to the podium but not yours, despite you winning. A curious mind inquired, though, and soon Sayar developed a reputation for being outspoken; why were aliens getting the short end of the stick? Cynics might have called it an attempt to garner following among the xeno crowds, but one too many remarks soon landed the Bothan in very
hot water; lured into some truly offensive, anti-Empire comments, Sayar's mouth got him fired before his brain could stop him. And that was hardly the end of it; for with stresses of the Rebellion and other upstart groups, the last thing the Empire would tolerate would be a loudmouth punk using a very public forum to trash the status quo.
Despite being only seventeen at the time, Sayar was arrested on charges of sedition shortly after being fired, and without much of a trial, shipped off to Kessel, where the Bothan would spend two years clutching to life with whatever grip he could manage to hold. Kessel was, in all purposes, hell; given just below what was necessary to survive, each day was a fight the Bothan slowly began to lose. A breakout facilitated by the Rebellion would be a saving grace; it wasn't intended for him, but anywhere was better than Kessel. A frail shadow of his former athletic self, Sayar would spend much time post-rescue under medical watch until he was fit enough to be given an opportunity to join the Rebellion proper, enlisting into their meagre star-fighter corps as a Y-wing pilot. He's got little other option than to fight now, the Rebellion is really the only place Sayar can go.FUN FACTS:
Sayar got motion-sick during his pilot training simulations, being unused to the negative-G forces flight could bring. The sim still smells a little..
Fluent in Galactic Basic and Bothese, Sayar is also a competent hand with Sullustan thanks to his time with SoroSuub. He can also curse in Huttese.
Due to his criminal charges, Sayar's point-tally was erased from the running; SoroSuub lost close to half a million credits from this.
Sayar's a sweet-tooth. It's not an issue now, but when he was racing, where every gram of weight was accounted for, it was. Trandoshani flatcakes are a favourite; his personal trainer hated him for even daring to eat one.
As social as Sayar is, always in an upbeat mood, he's extremely reserved. There's few people he really trusts; the times he's opened his mouth and bared an honest thought, it nearly got him killed. Friendly, yes; trusting, rarely.
Sayar stands at a "lofty" 5′ 3″ tall (160 cm).
For his sixteenth birthday, and as a celebration of his contract signing, Sayar bought himself a pet Sleen
he named Jub. He doesn't know what happened to him after his arrest.
Quietly, as much as he supports the Rebellion, Sayar wants to go back to his old life. He can't, and he knows it, but if he had the opportunity to go back in time, he knows he'd shut up rather than talk himself into trouble.
Pat the noodly god!
Um...And whoever else reads this. You're tagged, buddy!