Ahryia's brain

[Ahryia]

NAME : Seela (which basically means "Dancer" in twileki)

FACTION : Seela is owned by the Hutt Syndicate

RANK : Seela is a slave, her primary task is to provide entertainment

SPECIES : Twilek

AGE : Seela is a young adult, but doesn't know her age

GENDER : Seela is female

HEIGHT : 5'2", which is supposedly tiny, by twilek standards

WEIGHT : Slightly underweight

FORCE SENSITIVE : Seela is SLIGHTLY force-sensitive, but isn't aware of it.


APPEARANCE :
Seela's skin is a soft lavender, with a few faint scars. Those are mostly lash marks on her back, a few to her wrists and ankles due to restraints, and artistic scarifications all over her lekkus, in abstract swirling patterns.

By Twilek standards, Seela is considered very short, at around 5'2", but slave malnutrition often stunts sentient's growth, so by slave standards, her height wouldn't be weird.

Seela could be considered frail, skinny, or slim, depending on who you ask, she just thinks she is average in comparison to her peers.

Finally, Seela has an harmonious face, with high cheekbones, topped by pearlescent eyes. (Yes, she got white-ish eyes!)


ATTRIBUTES :
This twilek might be uneducated, but she is very eager to learn. She will grasp any opportunity she can to learn more, on any subject. She is aware of her ignorance, and wishes to change that fact as much as possible. When given the chance to learn, Seela is not exactly gifted, however, she tends to learn quite quickly.
Due to her main occupation, the dancer has quite a mastery of her body, and knows her limits very well. As a slave, she has never really been fed enough, generally just enough to keep her working, so despite all the activity and use her muscles see daily, Seela could still be considered weak, in terms of muscle strenght.
Trust is an unknown concept, just as freedom and safety, or even consent.
Seela has had to learn to live with her PTSD for years, hiding it from her Master and clients.


PERSONALITY :
Contrary to a lot of slaves, who have been "broken" , Seela is no empty shell of herself. She knows, with unnatural certainty, that she is destined for more than life as a slave!
Thanks to her upbringing, Seela knows the importance of discretion, of just obeying orders without even thinking about asking questions, and to make herself as unmemorable as possible. Over the years, one could say she was brainwashed, or conditioned to want nothing more than to please anyone that she perceives as having authority over her, and to do anything to avoid being punished!

BIOGRAPHY :
Born from two unknown slaves, Seela was separated from her parents directly after birth, then given to a reprogrammed nanny droid to be raised as the perfect little servant. Seela started serving as a domestic slave/maid from the young age of eight years old, quickly learning the job, and to make herself scarce unless called upon. When her body started changing, a few years later, her owner saw the potential, and so he sold her on Nal Hutta to be trained as a pleasure slave. When her training was done, she was granted her name, the scarifications on her lekkus, and her first client. Now, let me tell you, if having her first time with a terrifying Utapaun wasn't traumatic enough, consider the fact that to a twilek, the lekkus are basically one incredibly sensitive nerve ending, and any damage to it can have severe consequences on the being's health. I will let you imagine how horrifyingly painful the process was. Now Seela resides in a Hutt palace, working as entertainment to the syndicate.

SKILLS :
Seela was trained in the pleasure houses of Nal Hutta, which means that she is reasonably well versed in the art of seduction, and that of becoming whoever the client wants, just by reading them. Pretty much like every other trained there. Like the other slaves, she learned to dance and entertain, and above all, to avoid displeasing a master.
She has a good understanding of the huttese language, but doesn't speak it.
She has a rudimentary grasp of twilekki, as using a language the masters don't talk isn't really wise for a slave.
Seela is slightly force-sensitive, but isn't aware of it. The Force mostly gives her insight on people surrounding her, and sensing her environment, and to stay alive while eating nowhere near enough to sustain herself.

GEAR :
Seela doesn't have much... she has whatever "performing clothes" the Masters wish for her to wear, and some fabric scraps that are supposed to be a skirt and a top, for when she isn't actively performing.
She also wears a metal "torque" with her owner's name on it. A bit like a dog collar, but instead of tags, the data is etched on the collar itself.


ROLEPLAYS :
None yet.

 

[Ahryia]

Seela's list of swears

Balls on a bantha-shagging toydarian
Holy flee-ridden trandoshan-riding bantha
Karking porg on a vibrating dildo
karking bantha
farking bantha poodoo
Son a bantha-shitting jawa-farting utapaun!
By Vader's shriveled left nut!!!
Gamorrhean akk dog-rutting kaminoan

 

[Ahryia]

NAME : Dr. Mila Vanda
FACTION : Independant
RANK : psychologist
SPECIE : zeltron
AGE : 30
GENDER : female (she/they pronouns)
HEIGHT : 5'6"
WEIGHT : 115
FORCE SENSITIVE : no

APPEARANCE :
Very light pinkish color, almost white, pale silver hair, and red eyes. Mila is an albino, with a slender build. They keep their shimmery silver hair long, but will usually have it in a low bun during appointments, wanting to look more serious.

ATTRIBUTES :
Unlike most Zeltrons, Mila isn't one to keep themselve in peak physical condition all the time. They still try to keep a reasonably healthy lifestyle, but they won't spend more than half an hour actively training in a day! Even as a pacifist, Mila has some self-defense notions, taught by one of their parents in their childhood. Mila knows those skills are probably rusty, and nothing to write home about, but they still make sure they remember the techniques, once in a while, just in case. Mila is fluent in galactic basic, and durese, can hold a simple conversation in rodese and twi'leki. They also have a very basic grasp of droid-speak. They can be a bit naive, and sometimes will understimate a threat or be blind to the bad intentions others can have towards Mila.

PERSONALITY :
Mila loves people. They have a very mothering demeanor, to anyone. They always want to see the good in people, and believe that with the right support and help, everyone has the potential to be a good person. They prefer to not identify themselves as Zeltron, as that has brought them many issues and insecurities in the past. They really just want to fly around the galaxy, helping people, learning about different cultures, talking to new people, etc. Unlike other Zeltrons, Mila is asexual, and not really interested in the party life. They prefer a calmer setting, where one can easily have a conversation. They are also a pacifist. They don't go around trying to stop wars and fights, as that would be deeply stupid, but on a smaller scale, like with their patients, they will always people to at least try to find a peaceful resolution to a problem. As an Asexual Zeltron, for a long time, Mila tought they were broken. They however found themselves, and grew to accept who they are while studying to become a psychologist.

BIOGRAPHY :
Mila was born to a polycule on Zeltron, and grew up as the only child to the family. Having six parents watching over hem, made their childhood quite sheltered! Mila had all the love needed, and all their needs were met. In their small world consisting of their family, no one faulted them for their weird appearance. They learned to spread the love without counting, and that everyone deserves it.
The happy bubble burst eventually, when Mila hit puberty, but didn't start to show any attraction to their comrades. At first, it was believed that they were a late bloomer, and Mila was teased about it more and more.
Time passed, and still, Mila had absolutely no sexual attraction to anyone. Now, on Zeltros, that simple fact quickly makes one an oddity, an anomaly. Zeltrons being quite a social bunch, Mila's lack of attraction, and sometimes disdain towards the more carnal pleasures got them alienated by their friends, and acquaintances. Now, if Mila had been interested in fighting, things wouldn't have been so bad. On Zeltros, if you don't love, you fight. Simple solution, right? However, Mila always was a pacifist. They weren't intentionally going against the primary characteristics of their specie, it just happened! But other Zeltron didn't see things the same way. People started avoiding Mila, not wanting to catch their "disease", told them they were broken, not a real Zeltron, that they shouldn't have survived birth, etc. The most cutting comments, were those that pertained to their family. Things like "they're a family of six, and they all they could produce was a weak, defective freak of an offspring... maybe something is wrong with the parents!"
Eventually, it just became too much for Mila. They holed themselves in their room, and stopped eating for a few days. Fortunately, their parents managed to reach them in time to prevent a tragedy, and measures were taken to get Mila professional help.
Wanting to find a way to "fix" themselves, Mila dove into research, to their parent's relief. After months of researching, Mila hadn't found a way to fix themselves. However, they had found a purpose. They had realised that other people in the galaxy harbored the same disinterest towards sex, and even some pacifists like them!
It is fueled by this new purpose that Mila quickly dove into their studies, soon graduating with a full psychologist license.
It was then that Mila faced another obstacle. Outside from their family, the other Zeltron's opinion of Mila hadn't changed! Mila came to the hard conclusion that they couldn't be happy if they stayed on Zeltros.
Their family, upon learning of Mila's decision to leave Zeltros were sad, but understanding. Wanting to offer all the support they could, and at least somehow ensure Mila's relative safety on their travels, found a nice little ship to live in. An older model, nothing terribly fancy, but comfortably equipped. With the ship, came an adorable little scout droid. While Mila didn't really need a scout droid, Rai made for a perfect companion on longer travels, and greatly helped in keeping loneliness at bay.
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SKILLS :
Mila can function in four languages (galactic basic, durese, rodese and twi'leki) and understad some simple things in droid-speak.
The zeltron can also manipulate their pheromones to a higher degree than most of their specie, having dedicated a lot of time to controlling this skill. Milaalso has access to the same telepathic abilities as most zeltrons, mostly using them to help in their profession, with the consent of her patients.
Mila can pilot quite well, once they are familiar with a ship's controls, enough to get from place to place, and attempt a few simple tricks some former patients taught them.
They have a slightly better than average medical knowledge, mostly things related to her chosen profession, but if need be, Mila can apply first aid reasonably well.
Overall, Mila tends to generally be a quick study, but nothing remarkable or extraordinary.
Mila knows how to fire a blaster, but doesn't want to use nor own one, so very debatable accuracy.

GEAR :
Data pad
Med kit

ROLE-PLAYS :
None!

RELATIONSHIPS :
None relevant to roleplays.

SHIP :
Redthorn scout ship

DROIDS :
Scout droid

PETS :
A porg called Poka, female.

 

[Ahryia]

The slave code :
There is no consent, only obedience.
There is no freedom, only Master
Your needs don't matter, only Master
The only answer is "Yes, Master"

 

[Ahryia]

NAME : Anya
FACTION : Mandalorian
RANK : Lore keeper, history teacher
SPECIES : Miraluka
AGE : 45
GENDER : female
HEIGHT : 5'8"
WEIGHT : 130lbs
FORCE SENSITIVE : very slightly, only enough to get a flash of force Sense or Sight occasionally.


APPEARANCE :
Anya has short white hair, tan bronze skin. No eyes. She has many scars, and might tell you their story if you buy her a drink. Anya is also missing her left foot, and her right leg to mid-thigh.
Before losing those bits, Anya was fairly tall, at 5'8", and had a quite slender build. Now, she's probably a bit shorter, and her frame has somewhat softened and maybe filled up a little, since her days aren't as physically involved anymore.


ATTRIBUTES :
Anya has absurdly good hearing, which is probably how she could become a decent fighter while blind. She is also very musically inclined, and tends to remember songs and stories fairly well. Anya could be considered hyperactive, by certain standards. She sees it only as disliking inactivity. Following an incident, she now goes around via wheelchair, and some people consider her driving that thing dangerous. She considers herself totally in control, and merely a pretext to keep people on their toes. Anya is emotionally constipated. She hates people in general, but makes exceptions for a few other mandos of her group.


PERSONALITY:
Anya is pretty much the crazy old person archetype. She likes to be angry, and she likes to act like she does not like people. Aside from that, she is fairly easy going, if you don't mind her chasing people with a stick, or randomly throwing pebbles. Some might say she lost a few marbles in the explosion that also took her leg and foot. She likes being busy, and keeping younger people busy too.
She very much want the following generations to thrive, and will give all she has to help make it happen. She will always be happy to offer whatever wisdom she has learned over her years, but also finds it quite funny to just sit back and watch other people make mistakes and learn.

BIOGRAPHY:
Anya was taken in by the mando as a foundling at around 5 years old. She went on to become a bounty hunter, bringing back her profits to the clan. 5 years ago, Anya was ambushed on a hunt on the forest moon of Endor. Her quarry had been hiding there for many weeks, and had rigged parts of the forest with explosives. Anya managed to avoid many of the mines, but she missed one. It took a good chunk of her right leg, and her left foot.
Anya managed to drag herself to a ewok village with which she had partied on occasions, and they saved what they could of her body. Once reasonably stabilised, Anya got in her ship, and got back to her covert, where she healed over time. Anya insisted that her ability to walk was definitely not worth the expense for cybernetics, or even prosthetics. And so, she gave her ship and astromech droid to a young mando hoping to become the provider of the covert, and retired from bounty hunting. Loathing the idea of being a burden, and of doing less than her fair share of work for the covert, Anya started teaching the history of their people to the kids, as well as sharing the long cultural history of their songs and music.


SKILLS :
Anya has perfect pitch, and quite good hearing. She also has a decent ability to memorise stories and songs.
Anya has been taught the fighting techniques of her adoptive people, though her marksmanship leaves a lot to be desired, being blind. She is quite proficient in hand to hand, and close range combat, where she can use her senses to perceive her opponent better.
She also had developed her own fighting style, that was very dance-like, and relied on mostly blocking the opponent's strikes with her specially musically tuned armour, thus producing bell-like sounds and music.
Anya learned a bit of metal working, mostly by hanging out with her clan's Armorer while they worked, and tinkering with her armor to tune it.
She has picked up some slicing knowledge and "information gathering" over the years she spent bounty hunting, using adapted text-to-speech devices.
Anya is very slightly force-sensitive, occasionally letting her use force Sense or Sight if she can focus enough. Her mastery of those abilities is still quite basic, mainly just allowing her to "see" her surroundings through the Force, within roughly a 50 feet radius at most.
Anya has also become quite good at playing the crazy old cripple, chasing people around the compound while waving a stick, just for shits and giggles.


GEAR :
Helmet
Dataphone/pad
Grumps pulling harness and leash
Comms
Basic wheelchair
Flute
Random stick
Pebbles
Electrostaff
Grumps treats
Pooper scooper (with long handle, to be able to scoop from the chair)
Comfy blanket to hide the legs


ROLE-PLAYS :
None!


RELATIONSHIPS :
List individuals the character is connected to and what sort of relationship they have, from romantic to familial to friendship to enemies, etc. Please put links to any PCs.


PETS :
Grumps
A huge great dane/bull mastiff mix, dark brown, with a bit of white on his chest.
Grumps is a very good boy, absolutely LOVES kids and people, but is also very good at looking scary on command!