Handle: Ym ta'Sheb [Fire of the Star]

Race: Sho'Tahl

Allegiance: Seht'tahru Squadron, Sho'Tahl Republic.

Pataem: Sheb Seref [Fire and Flame]

Current skin color: Black

Home Planet: None, Vaughn

Preferred ships: Zkole

Quotes: "You're lucky I'm too busy to shoot you." "I have a question." "They have centers for people like you." "Ever since I've left home, I've been abused like a Hyrunian foster child."

Background: Nhoma was born on the homeship of the large Ch'naran clan, the Ym Ch'naran [Ch'naran Star], from which he derived his callsign, which means "Fire of the Star." He is often called ta'Sheb or just Sheb for short.

As the son of the core line of his clan, he was trained in the arts of name-tracing and negotiation, and drilled in any number of Vaughn- and trade-related topics. Because of this, he brings a number of unique skills to his squadron.

He left his Vaughn caravan after years of frustration trying to deal with the nomadic society. Always the black sheep of his proud lineage, it gradually became apparent that Nhoma simply didn't have the right mindset for Vaughn life.

However, outside the caravan, he found it nearly impossible to overcome stereotypes of Vaughn. He was very near to giving up and returning disgraced to his caravan when he noticed a recruitment ad for the Republican Navy.

Nhoma decided that the military was an excellent place to prove his worth and independence. Using the last of his available money, he enrolled at the Naval Academy, planning to use his negotiation skills to become a Quartermaster or diplomatic officer.

All that changed, however, one night about a year into his military education. In a late-night escape from the barracks, he became separated from his group and lost in a part of the academy he'd never seen before. Ducking into a doorway to avoid a patrolling officer, he found himself in an aerospace piloting simulator. Desperate not to be interrogated, he plugged in and hoped he would be taken for a pilot up late studying for a trial.

After a surprisingly exhilarating run, he stepped out of the simulator, only to find the officer watching a replay of his flight. He was impressed with Nhoma's raw talent, but shocked that after a year of academy he hadn't refined his moves more.

Nhoma confessed, to the surprise of the instructor, that he wasn't in the pilot training program. The instructor recommended that he rectify this situation immediately.

Thus it came to pass that after graduating, Nhoma found himself assigned to Seht'tahru squadron aboard the Aari si M'khaa-t. After a solemn farewell to his mentor at the local Sheb Seref pataem, he departed for space unknown.