Bexa Nalrella

Bexa Nalrella
Biographical Information
Homeworld:	Kashyyyk
Date of Birth:	14 ABY
Physical Description
Species:	Togruta
Gender:	Female
Height:	1.25 m
Weight:	49.89 kg
Hair:	Light blue montrals with grey stripe-like markings
Eyes:	Brown
Personal Information
Lightsaber Form(s):	Banlanth
Chronology & Political Information
Profession:	Healer
Affiliation:	Clan Odan-Urr
Known masters:	Revak Kur
Dossier:	16386
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Physical Appearance

Bexa is a togruta. Her skin is beige and eyes are brown. On top of her head are the montrals which are light blue with grey stripe-like markings. She has a lean body with light bluish markings on her head that cover her eyes.

Personality

Bexa looks at any problem she comes across and instead of immediately complaining about it sets out to figure out a solution. She will work tirelessly to find workarounds or a solution, but can often overthink the resolution and come up with a "fix" that is actually more complex than needed. This driven approach to fixing problems can be helpful at times but grating at others when a simple "restart" would have accomplished the task quicker than re-programming the entire device.

Bexa’s skills as a medic are not just limited to holo-books and lectures. She has read up and practiced a handful of experimental treatments while inventing a few home remedies of her own. This allows Bexa to work outside the box in less than ideal situations, and can lead to her solving mysteries other trained medics might struggle with. This, of course, comes with its own string of failures, as nothing is ever perfect. That, and some of the more established professionals in the field often doubt or question Bexa Nalrella's alternative practices. She typically brushes them off in favor of doing everything she can to help a patient, but does quietly seek recognition for accomplishments as a healer.

Bexa has been patching up the wounded for years as a Medic and has come to the conclusion that more often than not, the injuries are either self-inflicted or deserved. While she will always work tirelessly on behalf of her patient in an ongoing quest to preserve all life, that doesn’t stop her from scolding or belittling patients that she feels should know better than to walk into a rancor pit with a bucket of raw meat. Bexa teeters on the line between compassion and supporting selective evolution, which can make her come off as less friendly or inviting than other medics.

Bexa is very cheerful and happy, and always looks on the bright side of life. When chewing on life’s gristle, she doesn't grumble, but gives a whistle. She always hopes for the best, and enjoys laughing, smiling, dancing or singing. This unending optimism often improves the morale and spirit of everyone around her, and Bexa is always quick with a smile or a joke, even when drawing her terminal breath. This same exuberance can also be tiring to more jaded curmudgeons.

Bexa doesn't like to kill people; instead she chooses to injure her opponent until that person is unable to fight back or is otherwise incapacitated.

Sometimes the only way to prepare for the worst is to always expect it. Bexa takes this philosophy one step further by never leaving home without accounting for every possible scenario she might expect to encounter. Bexa tends to always have the right tool or item for a situation and has a habit of quietly and almost smugly presenting solutions before anyone even recognizes there is a problem. This foresight is far from infallible, however, and she often finds herself at a loss in situations that go beyond what she could have imagined. While incredibly practical and often a life-saver in a pinch, her perpetually pessimistic outlook on daily life can be a bit draining on more optimistic-inclined companions.

History

Birth

Not much is known about how Bexa was born.

Growing up

Bexa was separated from her parents when she was young. She was about 10 when she got separated from them. One day she was in the woods picking some flowers as her mom liked to brew soup with herbs. She quickly picked some then headed back. When she got back, Bexa wondered where her parents were... she cried out “Momma! Daddy!” , but no one answered. She started to cry until she heard a noise come from the door. Bexa looked up and to her surprise was a little furry creature. The creature approached her with curiosity. He motioned her towards the door as if telling her , “ follow me… it’s going to be okay.” She wiped her tears from her face. Put on her big girl face then slowly started walking towards the door. The little wookie, no more bigger than Bexa, lead her into the woods.