Ubreet Se'd

He/Him

Fosh

Con Man

Ubreet first came to Vohd on a scrap run up by the BTTN but was drawn down to it's surface due to being slightly force sensitive. Following a tour visit through the ruins, Ubreet took his ship and for a short while tired his hands at making it as a wildcat fogshiner to earn some credits while also sticking around to figure out this weird pull the planet had over him.

During his fogshine stint, a pressure storm rattled his settlement during a flare cleansing of some aggressive overgrowth when a Spear Shrike smashed into his cockpit and tumbled off getting scorched by the ship's flamethrowers on the way down. Feeling the agony of this creature ringing out through the force in a moment of confusion, Ubreet set the ship down and recovered the Shrike and worked to try and save it's life.

After about a month of recuperation this juvenile Shrike had bonded to the avian sentient and grew fiercely protective of him. This Shrike earned the name Bonk from it's habit of taking to flight in the cramped quarters of Vohd City's halls and the interior of his ship only to hit it's head on the ceiling.

Some time after Bonk was fully recovered and now a permanent shadow to Ubreet did he take another tour around the Force Ruins, during this trip he watched the awe on the faces of the other tourists right as a intense pressure storm struck with little warning. Bonk defensively squawked at those pinned down as Ubreet was miraculously able to remain on his feet during it, the brutal pressure causing emergency releases of adrenaline to try and help those escape. After it passed, in the lingering endorphin high some of the tour members were awestruck by Ubreet being guarded by a shrike and how well Ubreet seemed to handle the storm. Bursting into a speech as his heart pounded and his body shook off the delirium of the momentary blood pressure dip. Won over by the bombastic performance and odd sight Ubreet gained his first few followers. To this day Ubreet leads the group now known as the Pressure Pastors, always waiting to prey on those who are too quick to rust a friendly face and a astounding tale paired with the thrill of something dangerous.

Ubreet speaks at a level pace and honeys his words to prey on those easily swayed by a compliment.

(NPC submitted by ChaoticBastard)