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Taima is around two meters tall and muscular, with pale olive-green skin (and not a few scars), large black eyes, and numerous tendrils that spring from his head in place of hair. He favors sturdy clothes that don’t restrict his movements, usually a sleeveless vest and cargo pants in dull unremarkable colors void of any decoration beyond the occasional mended tear; and most of the time wears as little as he can get away with while still staying in the bounds of propriety and situational suitability, with the boots always being the first to go. Several of the tendrils are ringed by slender metal bands that clack together softly when he moves, and a string of wood and coral beads, the only thing he never takes off, wraps a few times around his throat like a choker.

Anyone who remembers him from the Coruscant Temple might recall an affable, boisterous youngling who often got into trouble for pulling pranks or skipping lessons to play outside in the rain, and grew into an outspoken adolescent prone to questioning strictures and practices many others just accepted, in addition to continuing to get in trouble for antics like sneaking out of his room at night to visit others’ or just to go skinny-dipping in the Temple lake. He was chosen as a padawan by the Twi'lek Master Merasska Aren, and spent several years in the Outer Rim with her before the Purge.

These days, Taima's still overall laidback and genial but much quieter, and although he's still capable of laughter, equal amounts of sadness and anger lurk behind his eyes now as well.