Luke has landed hard on a strange world. Again. He's confident he'll repair his ship, or someone will come and retrieve him, before too long. For now he has taken shelter from the pouring rain, sitting and looking out at it with a heatless lamp at his side. Even though he's seen rain a thousand times before, he was raised in a desert and still finds something wonderful about it.

He's a small man, not imposing by any means. One hand is larger than the other and always kept gloved. The colors he wears are dark, his face is marked with myriad tiny scars, and there is an old sorrow to him. Surprisingly graceful and nearly tireless, he misses very little.

The Force is strong with Luke. In the past, non-Jedi sensitive to strange energies pick have experienced this as something odd about him - anything from an unpleasant buzz to a steady glow to the sense that he is fascinating.