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Ariette "Vagrant" Forge
Raised on the streets in the slums of Nar Shaddaa, Vagrant is a young woman ready to take her place in the world by any means necessary. She is an impulsive fighter with a slight attitude problem and a crippling phobia of blood. Personality Vagrant is a confident young woman, occasionally bordering on arrogant. She knows well what she is capable of, but that doesn't stop her from pushing her own limits and taking on challenges that surpass her own abilities. She finds thrill in sparring, particularly when her opponent is bigger than she is. Considering her small stature, this happens often. She has an easily wounded pride, and an easily boosted ego. To win, to accomplish, to be successful, all of these are the greatest thrills for her. But failure and loss drive her down hard, turning her into a glowering bundle of self-loathing. Although Vagrant is clever, she isn't necessarily intelligent. She speaks impulsively, rarely realizing when she has crossed the line, and often insulting those who she would probably be wise not to insult. Surprising, for one so prone to impulsive acts of violence, Vagrant suffers from terrible hemophobia. The sight of blood brings back powerful memories of her brother's death. She gets dizzy, feels ill, and will occasionally pass out. A mere nosebleed can render her useless in a fight. Beliefs Vagrant expends little of her mental efforts contemplating the possibility of a god or an afterlife. As far as she is concerned, there is no god. There is no fate. There is no life after death. Vagrant's religious views are strictly black and white, with little room for negotiation. Her morals are nearly as underdeveloped as her religious beliefs. While religion is black and white, right and wrong blur into countless shades of grey. Vagrant will do nearly anything, if it benefits her enough. This includes, but isn't limited to: theft, law-breaking, smuggling, torture, kidnapping, murder, and stealing candy from small children. Physical Appearance At first glance, Vagrant isn't particularly intimidating. Standing at 5'2", she finds herself looking up at most people. However, this doesn't stop her from convincing herself that she is terrifying. She holds herself with the confidence of a person much taller. Her build is muscled; a result of her own athleticism and love for sparring, friendly or otherwise. Vagrant's hair is a dark red, cropped short for the sake of convenience. Even though it isn't long, it's often tangled, messy, or falling into her face. Her expression is often one of easy confidence, bordering on arrogance. When her temper is provoked, her expression instantly changes to a cold glare. Her pale blue eyes will turn icy in a second. She dresses simply, and carries the entirety of her belongings in a large canvas backpack. Her clothing is mostly sleeveless shirts, often stained with all manner of dirt and grime, but not blood. Never blood. Had she bought her boots rather than stolen them, they would have cost her a hefty sum. They are black leather, with steel embedded in the toes. She wears an oversized black jacket, and always has one of her two sets of brass knuckles in the pockets. Her first set is traditional, while the second is fixed with sharp studs. Biography Ariette Forge was born and raised in the slums of Nar Shaddaa. Her father Ket was a smuggler, her mother Jeanine a whore. Save from corrupting the girl's morals at a young age, her parents had little influence on the rest of her life. Ket was on a mission that turned sour, and was killed when Ariette was five years old. Jeanine was hardly capable of adequate child-care. Ari was raised almost exclusively by her half-brother, Austin Forge, eight years her elder. When Austin was fourteen, and Ari eight, the two of them decided that they would be better off on the streets than under their mother's neglectful care. The two children fled to the bowels of the polluted planet, where they adopted the lifestyle that they would become accustomed to. Austin had been raised by his father as a petty thief, and taught the lifestyle to his younger sister. His father had also began to teach him how to use the Force before his death, and Austin passed that skill on to his younger sister as well. She proved to be more naturally sensitive than him, and easily learned how to use the Force to increase her speed. As she grew older, she also managed to get a basic understanding of telekinesis. The Forge children kept a low profile. There were enough street urchins that they could blend in easily. Austin taught Ari to remain nameless, to avoid gaining a reputation for fear of acquiring enemies. However, she always lacked the subtlety that her brother practiced so effortlessly. By the time she was twelve years old, Ariette had acquired the nickname of 'Vagrant'. It was the name screamed at her by shop-owners and traders when they saw her sprinting away with their merchandise. Filthy Vagrant. Worthless Vagrant. She bore the name with pride. Eventually, even Austin began to use it as a term of endearment. The relationship between the Forge children was one rarely seen between siblings. They relied on each other for everything. They were each other's support when things got rough, they were each other's back-up in a fight. They were brother and sister, but they were also best friends. Austin was more of a parent to Vagrant than her mother and father ever were. The pain she felt after his murder was unimaginable. The Forge children had stolen laser weaponry from a local gang, intending to sell it on the black market in order to pay for their food for the next month. However, things turned sour when the gang tracked them down. Vagrant was barely seventeen, but an adept fighter. Austin was twenty-two, and had grown into a monster of a man. Standing at 6'6", he could have snapped a man's neck as easily as shake his hand. But the fight was four on one, with two more men to hold Vagrant off. She watched helplessly as her brother was beaten down. Austin's life ended with a knife through his throat. Vagrant was left with merely a bloody nose. For the next year, she struggled to overcome her grief, let alone survive. There were close calls. With no one to watch her back, she nearly died more times than she could count. It was like learning how to live again, but without her brother there to guide her. But Vagrant was a fighter, and she pulled through. Eventually, she realized that she couldn't continue living as a small-time thief and petty smuggler. She needed something more. Shortly after turning 18, Vagrant made the decision that it was time to make her life amount to something. She joined the Hutt Cartel. Roleplay Development N/A...yet.
| VAGRANT "You wanna fight?"
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