XP Log:
Starting 80:
CUN1-2-3 50
BRA2-3 30
Free Skills Coord (racial) Perception, Ranged (Heavy) Piloting (Space) Xenology, Survival, Stealth

Talents:
BGH
Stalker 5
Outdoorsman 5
Swift 10
Forager 5
Toughened 10
Confidence 10
Expert Tracker 15
Quick Strike 20
Dedication 25
Natural Hunter 15
Heightened Awareness 15
Hunters Quarry 20
Improved Hunters Quarry 25
Grit 5
Stalker 15
ENF
Toughened 5
Fearsome 5
= 210 Skills:
Ranged (Heavy) 1-2-3-4. 45
Stealth 1-2-3-4. 45
Survival 1-2-3-4 45
Perception 1-2-3. 25
Cool 0-2. 15
Brawl 0-1
Streetwise 0-1

=185


Bought Specialisations:
Enforcer: 30


=80+210+185+30=510


Please note, information below here is officially OOC, and unknown by almost everyone IC. Use that for roleplay as you will as makes sense, but remember it with interactions.


Rambissa is in fact not a Selonian female, but a Selonian male, who has escaped from the den to experience the freedom of the wider galaxy.



From a young age, Ramba always felt slighted by the fact that he was seperated and looked down upon by his female playmates. He was told it was because he was weaker and lesser than them, even though he came out better in most of their scraps. The other males seemed resigned and accepted it, and Ramba barely knew what to do. That was when he had a very long conversation with his father, Cecilit, who taught him a few things. Firstly, that although he honestly couldn't care much for the others, he saw the fire in Ramba's eyes. Therefore, he requested an expedition to allow Ramba to see the stars outside, so he could get some enjoyment out of life.



Guided up by his growingly distant sisters, Ramba saw the stars, and saw just how big everything was. Out there, there was thousands of worlds, thousands of things to see, and all sorts.



And he was seemingly destined to be stuck in a cave until he died.



When he was marched back, Ramba carefully pitched his plan to his father. He might not be as big as his sisters, or as tough, but he wanted to get out into the galaxy. His father laughed, pulled out some chance cubes, and told him to play a few games with him. Ramba lost every single one. He lost over twenty before he realised that somehow, Cecilit had rigged the dice, so he could always know what was going to be rolled.

"How is that fair!" he shouted, smashing the cubes across the small cave they lived in. "How can I beat you if you rig it from the start?"

Cecilit smiled toothily. "Did I ever tell you the game would be fair?"

And with that, Ramba began to understand that the Matriarch would never let him go, nor would any of his sisters. Therefore he had only one option open to him. Rig his own game.

This began with him asking the various hunters about the creatures they faced, and how they dealt with them. When asked, he told them that he could teach the young if they died, and so the grudgingly did so.



With a little guidance from his father, he managed to acrue a small amount of wealth from other den mates, which he then petitioned to the Matriarch to go towards buying a few bows for the den. he explained it as part of his contribution, and as a cost efficient way of building warriors strength. All he asked was to be able to practice as well.


With that, a few years went by. Now able to practice with his bow, Ramba built up his strength to rival that of the warriors. With his knowledge of the horrors of the den, he could teach the pups some basic survival skills. He knew the Matriarch was watching him carefully, but as he had done nothing wrong, and told no lies, no consensus would ever be reached against him.



Eventually, a few weeks before his official 'duties' would begin, the den was to receive a small trader from Corellion, and Ramba requested to see him. Annoyed, the Matriarch allowed him to, but said it would be the last time he was allowed out for a long time. Completely straight faced, Ramba agreed it would.



When they got to the trade, Ramba engaged in small talk with the human, talking to him in basic, which only one of his sisters could also speak. As the deal finished, and they began to retire to the den, Ramab piroueted and rushed into the ship just before the hatch closed. he hid himself away in a corner while the pilot wondered why the locals suddenly seemed so incensed.



Now Ramba was free in the galaxy, but knew that any Selonian would try and force him to go back, and very few would support him. Therefore, he bought a heavy coat, and called himself Rambissa to the humans, very few of which could tell the difference between a male and infertile. He set up a small dummy account to which he could arrange for extra supplies to be sent to his den, so he could support it even on his adventures. He might be an exile, but he still protected his den

But this of course led to it's own problems. He was now a fugitive and had next to no identity, and he was distinctly aware that the greater galaxy would be far more willing to lie to him. After a year of rumbling and tumbling around the galaxy, doing small jobs on small worlds, Ramba felt enough was enough. He had heard rumours of bounty hunters keeping an eye out for selonians, and knew his time was running out, especially with war on. He applied to join the 77th, knowing that they would happily him, knowing it would give him everything he wanted.



He did truly want to return home one day in the future, but if so, he wanted to do it on his terms, and when he was ready. No more, no less.