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Name: Alora Sing
Faction: …
Rank: …
Species: Human
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Height: 1,75 m
Weight: 68 kg
Eyes: Green
Hair: Dark brown
Skin: White
Credits: 0
Distinguishing marks:
A thin scar running down from left temple to the jaw. And the rest of the body covered with scars and old bruises not too visible and hidden under her clothes.
Force sensitivity:
Yes, but totally untrained. Degree unknown.
Strength:
For the young and untrained human girl, Alora can be viewed as a pretty strong person, though not nearly strong enough to lift heavy crates with her hands. Most of her strength comes in her legs, she's very good at running and climbing.
Dexterity:
Alora is very agile when it comes to running, climbing. Never before held a blaster in her hands, so no way of knowing if she's good with it or not.
Constitution:
Pretty healthy as compared to average due to complete lack of using drugs, alcohol or any other health damaging substances. Keeping her body in a good shape also gives to overall health.
Intelligence: She's smart and intelligent, but completely uneducated, so most of her wits comes from the life on the streets.
Wisdom:
All her wisdom, if you may call it that for someone that young, is about surviving the streets, filled with thugs and other scum of the galaxy.
Charisma:
Alora may be considered by most of the human population of the galaxy as very handsome or pretty faced. But all that goes to nothing because of her offensive and negative attitude towards anyone. She's overly suspicios, and sometimes her behavior may degrade down to almost animalistic.
Force powers:
None learned yet
Skills:
Due to current lifestyle Alora has developed a set of skills required to survive in such unfriendly environment. She's a very skilled hunter, capable of creeping up on borg rats and green lizards, crawling all over the undercity. Just with the same skill she can sneak in and out of places, without the inhabitants knowing about her presence. Well, except the places which have actual security systems, which she doesn’t know how to fool. And of course she doesn't know how to hide from the Force-sensitives. Although in her hunting state of mind she might be perceived as a predator animal by Force-adepts with not much skill, wisdom or experience.
Lightsaber / sword forms:
The only thing Alora knows on the subject is how to stab with a knife.
Strengths and weaknesses:
Her strength comes from her skills. She's independent, ferocious hunter and gifted thief.
Her weakness comes from the same source - she's uneducated, she totally forgot how to read her own language, never learned how to read any other. She has absolutely no knowledge about technology. And she's too attached to her pet strill.
Gear:
Since Renelo clan's armorers restored her mother's beskar'gam, Alora is wearing it constantly. Technically it’s a modified version of standard Aliit'gam System Tech. Most modifications are purely design, the modern form helmet replaced with Old Republic Era style, the chestplate is not a three piece armor plates, but a solid cuirass covering her chest and upper belly.
Alora painted her armor black with wide blue stripes to indicate her devotion to her family's heritage. The paint she used is matt, with not a hint of a glint even under the brightest light.
Her wrist gauntlets doesn’t include much of the tech other mandalorian warriors favor, like rocket launchers or flame throwers. All it has is a pair of vibroblades, ejecting from the gauntlets over the hands, a small comm unit on her left wrist and a nail-gun on the right, housing a clip of sharp darts which can be just solid steel, poison darts, toxic or other types. The nail-gun has a range of 10-15 meters.
Her helmet doesn’t yet have all the sophisticated tech that other mandalorians use in their buckets, but it has quite a reserve for further upgrades. Alora uses voice commands to control her helmet systems, as opposed to eye blinking other mandos favor.
She still wears the merc belt around her waist, using it for ammo and tools. Most of the tools proved useless to her, but she did keep the compact blowtorch, capable of cutting through almost any material, although not as fast as Jedi's lightsaber. For other purposes she carries a small backpack, where she stores her rations, food, anything she can find useful.
She is usually armed with a modernized A280 blaster rifle, little shorter in shape as well as effective range, with magnetic clamps on its side to strap it comfortably to the backplate of her armor. A long combat knife made of beskar (bes'kad) is strapped to her right thigh in a black leather scabbard.
Ship: None
Droids: None
Pets:
A strill named Zeera, 3-meters long, six-legged creature, with loose folds of leathery skin (which allows the creature to glide or even fly). Highly intelligent species, this carnivorous beast fallows Alora anywhere, helping her steal, hunt and it's very protective of it's human friend.
During their time on Nar Shaddaa, Zeera grew up rather differently then the rest of her species, turning up somewhat bigger and bulkier. The cause of it may be toxic or radiation pollution, leading to mutation among rats and other critters, which in turn served as food for Zeera. Her middle pair of legs is also slightly deformed and lack in length, so Zeera mostly uses only two pair of legs. The middle pair can be used in climbing. Also she lost her ability to fly due to massive muscle growth and diminishing of the flappy skin. Comparing to other strills she may be called a "brute", but she still is a very silent and agile predator.
She also lost the ability to reproduce.
Personality:
If you want to describe Alora's personality with as less words as you can, you can say only one - "disturbed".
Years of living in the undercity of Nar Shaddaa made her tough, stubborn and unyielding. In order to survive she had to fight the incredible odds, to turn herself into a wild animal, almost incapable of normal interaction with other sentient beings. With only a strill as her companion, she could just as easily forget human speech, but the only thing that kept her from doing it is Resol'nare - mandalorian laws, drilled into her head by her father since she could stand on her feet. So instead of degrading herself into a complete animal, she turned into something, others may call "a wild animal who can speak, swear and curse".
Biography:
Alora was born in Mandalorian family of Gem and Veela Laar during the conflict between Mandalorian clans and Sith Empire. Her father, not very well known, but a skilled mercenary and bounty hunter, managed to smuggle his family off Mandalor before the Sith installed a blockade around it. He fled to the Core Worlds. During the flight they encountered several Sith fleet patrols, which they managed to outrun, but not without losses. During one of the encounters, the ships shields suffered a malfunction and the Sith fighter managed to hit the side of the cockpit. The integrity of the ship remained, but the crash resulted in damaging the navigational systems and one of the computer blocks fell, killing Gem Laar on the spot. Alora's mother, Veela managed to get away from the Sith fighters, using a blind hyperjump, but the ship was damaged and it never had a chance of reaching it's destination.
So after the ship exited the hyperspace, Veela Laar was staring down at the dark surface of Nar Shaddaa. With no alternative, she opted to land and try to repair the ship to continue the journey. But the damage inflicted on the ship spread, one by one ship's systems went out, including the landing navigation and braking engines. Only thing Veela managed to do before the ship crashed against the surface of the unwelcoming world is secure little Alora in the storage compartment, designed for fragile cargo.
When the ship crashed, Veela was "at the wheel", trying to bring it down as slow and horizontal as she could. The impact destroyed the whole front section of the ship, including the cockpit. Veela died instantly. When the ship finally stopped, its power source died, releasing all security systems. Alora was able to crawl out of her hiding place. The place she found herself in was unfamiliar, hostile and manacing. And it was a beginning of her long journey of suffering and fight to survival. On that very day Alora turned 10.
In the storage compartments she found one undamaged pack of field rations, good for 2 or 3 weeks if you're willing to eat completely tasteless yellow cubes, which could have been cheese, but tasted like dry paper.
It took Alora 3 days to dig out and drag her mother's body out of the ship. She didn’t know if she should bury her, because it wasn’t a mandalorian way. She dug out a small trench, where she put her mother's body, and covered her with thin layer of soil and plastoid panels from the ship wreck.
In the engine room she found Uliik, her father's pet strill. To her bitter regret and disapointment it was dead. But underneath the folds of it's skin she found a small strill cub. It looked like it was born just now, maybe during the flight. Suddenly Alora felt a strong kinship with the newborn animal. They were both orphans, both lost on an unfamiliar world. And they both needed to survive. She took the cub in her arms and strolled off, leaving the ship wreck behind.
In the years to come Alora made herself familiar with the lowliest life found on Nar Shaddaa, she learned to survive, to be invisible ghost in the sewers and lowest levels of the city. She hunted, she stole, she even killed when was necessary. And her animal friend Zeera followed her everywhere, becoming her most beloved friend, trusted partner and deadliest weapon.
Dreams, aims, goals:
Find a way to leave this forsaken world behind.
Kills: None
Bounties collected: None
Dueling ring matches: None
Grand tournament matches: None
Role-plays:
Off this rock
Hidden in the clouds
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