Togrutas are natives of the planet Shili, a world of dense forests, wild scrublands, and ever-growing urban areas. Shili is located in the Ehosiq Sector within The Expansion Region. The Togruta were discovered by 25,000 BBY. At some point in their history they established a major pacifist colony on the planet Kiros.
Togruta as a whole possessed a special affinity for the Force, though they had slightly less than the normal number of midi-chlorians. It was believed that this affinity was produced from their heightened spatial awareness imparted by their montrals and their role as hunters. Their sense of spiritual connection with the land also heightened their connection with the environment, thus leading to a greater ability to feel the Force. The species had contributed members to the Jedi Order practically since its beginning. A majority of the Togruta species within the Jedi Order were females, though males were not unheard of.
Togruta had a strong sense of unity and togetherness. On their native homeworld of Shili, they relied on each other and would band together to take a stand against the massive monsters that hunted them, such as the akul. It is said that the creatures of Shili most often attacked in groups, which was even more reason for the native Togruta to work together. While most of Shili was covered in the scrublands where the Togruta hunted their herbivorous prey, the Togruta lived in small communities in the forest valleys, where the canopies kept them out of sight.
Togruta were known for their habit of not wearing shoes; they believed that the land was spiritually connected to them, and wearing shoes cut themselves from a bond with the land. In the pack, every able Togruta was expected to contribute his or her own share, as any food attained was distributed equally. Togruta were also known for their belief that those who could not keep up should be left to fend for themselves, because that is nature's way. Other sentient species found this particular belief quite barbaric. Those within a pack who led had a difficult time with fulfilling their goals because of the risk of becoming individualistic. As hunters, the Togruta showed off the pelts and teeth of their game as a sign of pride and maturation. Special pride was taken in the teeth of akul that a Togruta had taken down as an individual. These teeth often were made into jewelry such as an akul-tooth headdress or a necklace, which also incorporated metals, stones, and pearls found on Shili. Other Togruta, such as Shaak Ti, wore the Togruta sash with their Jedi apparel.
Togruta had rusty skin tones ranging in hue from blue to red to green, with white pigmentation on their faces, and greyish lips. While not all had this feature, white stripes also adorned various parts of their bodies, including their chests, legs, backs, arms and montrals, which included the horns to the lower head tails. The pattern of stripes varied from individual to individual. This red and white pattern was a phenotype left over from their ancestor's camouflage that helped them to blend in with their natural surroundings, especially the red-and-white turu-grass which dominated Shili's scrublands.
Their heads bore two, sometimes three horns, with three, and on rare occasions, four big head-tails, whose stripes were darker than those of the montrals. Togruta had the ability to sense the proximity and movement of physical objects around them by means of their hollow montrals, which detected space ultrasonically. Young Togrutas' montrals and posterior head-tail did not fully grow until adolescence, when their montrals became curved and their third head-tail grew to the length of their two main head-tails. As predators, Togruta had sharp canine teeth, which they used to painlessly kill thimiars, their primary prey, causing the creatures' post-mortem death spasms. This gave outsiders the false impression that Togruta were venomous. However, Togrutas did nothing to dispel this misconception and even took advantage of the intimidating presence it gave them.
A typical Togruta stands 1.7 meters or 5.6 feet tall and weighs 75 kilograms or 165 pounds.
Togruta age at the following stages:
1 - 11 Child
12 - 17 Young Adult
18 - 54 Adult
55 - 74 Middle Age
75 - 94 Old
Examples of Names: Ashla, Raana Tey, Codi Ty, Creev Zrgaat, Dyani Zaan, Jir Taalan, Qusak Laal, Shaak Ti, Vika Saaris, Ahsoka Tano.
Languages: Togrutas are taught their Species language of Togruti, and most later learn Basic. Togruti was an ornate language using trills and long vowel sounds, which were modified by subtle tremors in the Togruta's head-tails. This language was heavily influenced by Basic, but also incorporated some native idioms, which caused Basic-speaking Togruta to use strange expressions.
If size is factored by horde size, most dragons would be modest, probably tie fighter sized. Mace would be the biggest, if the concept of the republic translated properly! Yoda the next biggest bc his horde is the whole order. Then Plo is suddenly MUCH bigger than Yoda bc he went from claiming his Padawans and Searched kiddos t the entire GAR.
xD
Boudica: Mordred, I have to ask- why are you so obsessed with your father?
Mordred: What's that suppose to mean?
Boudica: Well, your father clearly doesn't care for you so surely it would be better to move on. After all, you have a mother don't you?
Mordred: Yeah. what of her?
Boudica (a loving mother): I mean, surely she must care about you?
Mordred: Bwahahaha!
Boudica: Did...I make a joke?
Mordred: Yeah you must have! Who'd honestly say mothers give two shits about their kids?
Boudica: Sir Mordred!
Mordred: Wha?
Boudica: How could you say such a thing? What mother wouldn't care for their children?
Mordred: What mother would care?
Boudica: Mordred, you must be mistaken. Surely your mother cared for you at some point. Just think back. How about when she celebrated your birthday?
Mordred: Birthday? What's that?
Boudica: Well...what about when you were sick?
Mordred: She'd shove some kind of painful potion down my throat to expel the disease.
Boudica: Then, what about your training?
Mordred: She gave me a sword, threw giant animated statues at me and said 'Either kill these or die.'
Boudica: But, she must have at least cooked food for you.
Mordred: I ate nothing but shitty bread and lumpy mashed potatoes my whole childhood and my last memory of her meals was her poisoning me.
Boudica: *mouth agap* What...
Mordred: Can I go now?
This is awesome đđ. It absolutely reflects the characters as both mature and playful!! It fits them so well!! Thank you!
Can you do a Kazemaru/Fubuki platonic please?? Your post with Kidou/Fudou and the others is awesome đ€©đ
Thanks!!đ„șđ Iâm not really good with that brotp but Iâll try!
Who cheats at games:
Both but let me explain. When they are playing cards, Fubuki sometimes cheats just to be playful and because of it, Kazemaru "returns the response" cheating too.
Who borrows stuff and never returns it:
None. Kazemaru is too responsible and Fubuki...he may take longer in return it, after all, he lives quite far...but he'll do it eventually.
Who sends odd texts in the middle of the night:
Fubuki. Like as I said with Fudou, he loves to send memes. He knows Kazemaru's humor sense so if he sees a funny meme about it he would immediately send it to him.
GO Context:Â But if Kazemaru is kinda drunk, he would start to send Fubuki randoms facts about aliens or just talk with him about Aliens.
Who is more likely to get them into ridiculous situations:
Mhm, neither.Â
Who makes it a habit of showing up at the other's house unannounced:
Mhm, none. I think they are the kind of friends that would send a message before appear out of nowhere.
Which one is the mom friend:
Kazemaru. In this house we stan "mom friend" Kazemaru. He's the one that stops Fubuki of be TOO honest with someone he shouldn't.Â
Which one makes the other one sign up for those crazy food challenges:
Fubuki. He knows Kazemaru would join if he asks (and if the challenge isn't about to eat a big amount of food). I see them mostly joining the "Guess that food Challenge".
Every Jedi Master has a different feel to them in the Force.Â
Agen Kolar gives off the same feeling of a very large and dangerous predator in wait.Â
Jocasta Nu feels like a rainy afternoon with a mug of warm tea.
Kit Fisto feels like a hurricane depending on if heâs in an âactiveâ state or âresting stateââ the storm or the eyeâ while Plo Koon is the calm before the storm.
Voolvif Monn is a cold and empty feeling, but not in a bad way, just like an open plane of ice or tundra but Foul Moudama, despite being a Talz, has a very warm and comforting feeling opposed to the climate his species is found in.
The Temple Guard Masters have found a way to use these feelings in the Force to their advantage, learning how to cloak their own individual feels in a way that is âGuardââ the feeling of a protective wall that one can rely on. And in tandem to that, itâs no surprise that when among the Guard, Cin Dralligâs presence is like a coiling Dragon around a castle waiting to defend those within the walls.
Similar to Jocasta, Obi-Wanâs presence is like a warm mug of tea, but something cozy and calming.
Shaak Ti is a gentle calm, like wind rippling through tall grass but anyone who knows her knows that the calm is a surface level feeling and that deeper down there is a ferocity hidden within her.
happy pride guys
(jangoâs little line is from @transfetts after I said primeâs tits lmfao)
Could I please request a drabble with Mace meeting Jaster? Time travel shenanigans would be loved and heart-eyed, but are not required.
âA Jedi is hiring a Mandalorian for a job?â Jaster asks, one brow raised, and can't help the thread of incredulity that creeps into his voice. âPerhaps you're confused, Jetii, but our people have been enemies for millennia.â
âI'm well aware,â the Jedi says, unmoving. Jaster has, admittedly, never been quite this close to a Jedi, and he can't help but be faintly impressed at the manâs stoneface, particularly given the bright-eyed Chalactan girl peering around his side. Her hands are hooked into his sash without any apparent fear of being shaken off, or any apparent concern for her Masterâs dignity, and Jaster finds himself reluctantly amused despite the manâs temerity.
âOh?â Jaster asks, leaning back in his chair. His blaster is within easy reach, and the Jedi is far enough away that Jaster has the advantage. âBold of you to approach me with a job offer, then.â
âIs it?â the man asks, and reaches up, folding his hood back. Jaster stills, startled, because he hadnât thought there were Korun JediâMyles has always been very insistent that the Korun people have their own Force traditions, and outsiders arenât welcome to step into them. Heâs a handsome one, too, tall and broad shouldered, with a lean strength to him that even the loose, comfortable robes can't hide. Steady, he meets Jaster's eyes, and says, low, âIt seems to me, Mandâalor, that our status as enemies means no one will suspect me of having hired you.â
Ah, Jaster thinks, smiling. Like that, is it. He hums, then says, âJango, who donât you show this lovely padawan the gardens? I'm sure she would like to see them.â
âWhat?â Jango demands, outraged the way only a fourteen-year-old can be. âBuir, I'm not leavingââ
Jaster levels a pointed look at his son, and his mouth snaps shut. He scowls, deep and affronted, and crosses his arms over his chest. âYou shouldnât be meeting with a Jedi alone,â he says grumpily. âMyles is going to yell at you.â
âMyles will survive,â Jaster says, though itâs likely true. âMaster Jedi, I hope you donât object to speaking privately.â
âOf course not,â the Jedi says, perfectly calm, and glances down at his padawan. âDepa. Be polite.â
That is, Jaster reflects wryly, an incrediblyfamiliar tone of voice. Heâs willing to bet the girl gets herself into almost as much trouble as Jango, given how practiced it sounds.
And, on cue, the girl beams up at her Master without hesitation. âI'm always polite, Master Mace,â she protests, perfectly, wickedly innocent. Mace doesnât answer, just sighs, and Depa laughs, rising up on her tiptoes. She hauls him down, no thought given to dignity, and plants a loud, showy kiss on his cheek, then hops back two steps and turns that smile on Jango, who freezes like he was just dipped in carbonite, his eyes going wide.
She is, Jaster thinks with amusement, a very pretty girl. He wonders how quickly Jango will manage to stick his foot in his mouth this time. Within ten minutes, judging by last time. Jaster doesnât precisely have high hopes for their interaction, but at least this isn't the daughter of a high-profile client that Jango is going to offend. The Jedi needs them, not the other way around, and given Jedi morals, he likely won't turn to the Death Watch the instant heâs insulted.
âDepa,â Mace says, a warning, but Depa ignores it, grinning at Jango and folding her hands behind her.
âI would love to see the garden,â she says cheerfully. âJango, was it?â
âJango Fett,â Jango says, only a little mulishly, and takes a careful step forward, like heâs worried sheâs going to bite him. âItâs this way, I guess.â
He couldnât sound less enthusiastic if he tried. Jaster rather suspects he is.
As the door slides shut behind their two witnesses, though, Jaster's amusement fades slightly, and he turns his gaze on Mace, narrow and thoughtful as he considers the man, his presence on Mandalore, the quiet, entirely understated way he arrived.
âThis isn't a mission from the Jedi Order,â he says, weighing. âI might even go so far as to say they have no idea of your presence here.â
âThey donât,â Mace says bluntly. âI'm here on my own business, and acting on information the Jedi Council isn't privy to.â There's a pause, and then a rueful curve just touches one corner of his mouth. âBelieve me, Mandâalor. I do not go behind the Councilâs back easily. This is vital, and I'm willing to provide the funds to prove it.â
Jaster smiles, a little humorless, a little thin. Heâs not fond of being played, and this sounds very much like Mace is trying. âI have plenty of credits, Master Jedi. Why should I find yours any more appealing than anyone elseâs?â
Mace doesnât hesitate this time, just raises his chin. âBecause I have something that is far more valuable than credits,â he says calmly. âI can provide you with information.â
It is, Jaster will admit, a tempting prospect, but heâs still wary. âJedi information? Access to the Archives, perhaps? If I wanted dry Jedi tomes on political lawââ
âNo,â Mace interrupts, flat, and takes two steps forward, until heâs right across Jaster's desk. âFar more important and immediate information. Such as the name of the traitor who will kill you. And the location of Jango Fett's older sister.â
Jaster freezes, hardly daring to breathe. Arla was gone by the time heâd made it back to the Fett homestead on Concord Dawn, and no trace of her has ever surfaced. Jaster has been looking, because Jango speaks of her endlessly, butâ
âThat,â he rasps, voice half-caught in his throat, âcould be considered blackmail, Master Jedi.â
Mace tips his head. âProof of my desperation,â he says, and there's no self-consciousness to it, just blunt honesty. A pause, and then he says, faintly rueful, âIâll give you her location whether you take the job or not. The Death Watch has her.â
Jaster was afraid of that. He breathes out, slow, careful, andâthe willingness to offer up half of his bargaining chips makes him more inclined to trust Mace, even if a flicker of wariness still remains. âAnd the job is?â
Mace doesnât waver, doesnât hesitate, doesnât flinch. âI want you to assassinate the senior senator from Naboo. Sheev Palpatine. Heâs a Sith apprentice.â
Of all the things that Jaster was expecting, that most certainly wasnât among them.
It takes him a long moment to scrape together a coherent response, another still to get the words right. âApprentice,â he echoes. âUsually, an apprentice follows a master. Who is the Sith Master, then?â
âA scientist and a banker,â Mace says coolly. âPalpatine is the more dangerous target, and a better duelist. I can handle the Master, but the apprentice I would leave to someone more adept at assassinations.â
It would hardly be the first time the Mandalorians have been hired for such a thing, and Jaster is more than willing to do it. Knowing that Mace will be fighting his own battle allays some of Jaster's fears as well, and he leans on one arm of his chair, considering the man.
âA fraught mission,â he says, âon both parts. You have a plan, I assume.â
If anything, Mace looks amused at that. âThe Jedi do not plan,â he says, a trace of humor in the words. âI trust the Force to see me through, however. And as I am training Depa, I will have all the time I need to see things through.â
Jedi, Jaster thinks, and doesnât roll his eyes. Quite. âAnd would you care to tell me where you got this information, Master Jedi? Particularly about a traitor within the ranks of the True Mandalorians. I must admit that one surprises me.â
Mace is silent for another moment. âFrom the future,â he finally offers. âI traveled back with the help of a Force nexus. In the time I came from, the True Mandalorians were wiped out, and the Sith won.â
Something cold slides down Jaster's spine, and he rises slowly, comes to his feet to face the Jedi. Mace meets his eyes, holds his gaze, andâ
He looks tired, Jaster thinks, calculating, considering. Tired in a bone-deep, weary way that Jaster had managed to miss before, buried as it was by his determination. Traveled back from the future, through time itself, and Jaster didnât know such a thing was possible.
Not possible for most people, he thinks, watching Mace. And not optimal even for this one.
âVery well,â he says after a long minute of silence. âBut on the condition that you stay here and provide your information throughout the mission. I won't have a Sith kill my men because you think you have better things to do.â
The relief that slides over Mace's expression is subtle, butâJaster catches it easily. âAgreed,â he says. âWe will rely on your hospitality, Mandâalor.â
âJaster, please,â Jaster says, and moves around the end of his desk, taking Mace's arm. Muscled, he thinks, and thatâs likely a good sign. Not a useless Jedi, hopefully. Not if heâs certain he can take on a Sith. âI think the use of first names is allowable now that you're my guest.â
âYou have a liberal interpretation of guest,â Mace says dryly, but he doesnât pull away as Jaster leads him out of the office, and Jaster is willing to count it as a win.
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