Astra Iviin

[Sierrien]

Astra Iviin “Iviin'yc ra ash'amur.” ― Clan Iviin Motto ​ BASIC INFORMATION​ ALIAS Astra Iviin AFFILIATION Clan Renelo RANK Sol'yc Chaaj'ad AGE 22/32 SPECIES Near-Human GENDER Female HEIGHT 5'8 WEIGHT 215 BUILD Athletic HAIR Dark Blue EYE COLOR Brown FORCEFUL? No ATTRIBUTES & ABILITIES​ STRENGTH ■■■■■■■■■■ DEXTERITY ■■■■■■■■■■ STAMINA ■■■■■■■■■■ INTELLIGENCE ■■■■■■■■■■ WISDOM ■■■■■■■■■■ CHARISMA ■■■■■■■■■■ Swordplay ■■■■■■■■■■ CQC ■■■■■■■■■■ Marksmanship ■■■■■■■■■■ Tracking ■■■■■■■■■■ Scouting ■■■■■■■■■■ Pilot (Space) ■■■■■■■■■■ Pilot (Land) ■■■■■■■■■■ Barter ■■■■■■■■■■ Stealth ■■■■■■■■■■ EQUIPMENT & INVENTORY​ PRIMARY WEAPON(S) Vibrosword | Heavy Blaster | EVB ARMOR Bodysuit (Pictured) [tr] [tr]

BIOGRAPHY​ "It's no good, sir. Our target's barricaded himself in the hotel, and he's got a dozen friends in there with him. We've got the manpower to take him out, probably, but our losses will be heavy." Levijon Dencap let out a sigh as he heard the words. He was the Captain of what most would term a 'pirate ship' - though they mostly operated as bounty hunters, they weren't picky about what types of jobs they took, and their ship was partially crewed by slaves. Their current bounty seemed to have been warned they were coming, and now things were going to get ugly. The bounty specified that Alajack Ribbfor was wanted strictly alive; it wasn't explained why, but the bounty only paid if he was alive. In a straightforward attack, there was no guaruntee that the man would come through alive. His eyes turned to his lieutenant who had given him the report and he gave a grave nod. "Very well. Get me the Hound." Sitting back in his chair and waiting for the hound to be delivered to him, he reminisced on the day that they had stumbled upon it. It was supposed to have been a simple junker gig. Go in to an abandoned medical facility, grab everything that was worth something and not bolted down and then sell it to refugees or rebels or anyone desperate enough to pay many more credits than what it was worth. They had done this dozens of times before, so when he got the call that there was something he needed to see inside the facility, it filled him with anticipation. He had suited up and made his way in to the building, his men leading him to a medical stasis pod - which still had an occupant. And what was more, she seemed to still be alive. He had ordered it on to his ship but to make sure she wasn't woken up, until he could hire someone with the technical know-how to hack in to the system's computer and find out what the story was. He wasn't dissapointed. This woman, whomever she was, had bionics put in to her body. It seemed she had been in some kind of traumatic event that had killed her, but instead of just rebuilding her body they had improved it. From what the hired tech could tell him, most of her hand been changed. She had Bio-engineered muscles and internal organs, and most of her skeleton and her eyes had been replaced with augmented mechanical counterparts. They had emphasized speed in her, making her fast and dexterous. It was a risk he was willing to take, but only after installing a control collar in to the woman that interfaced itself with all of her bionics. With it not only could he track her, but he could force her to do his bidding. Since then he had kept her on as an unwilling slave, sending her in to whatever dangerous situations he didn't want to risk his men on - and she had excelled at them all. Though she never told him about her past, and what's more he couldn't care less about it so he never even asked, he surmised she must have had some skill in hunting and fighting. If he sent her after a target, she would hunt it down and kill it. She had only failed a few times in the tasks he gave her, and those failures had simply been her killing a target that was meant to be left alive. Which was something that made him worry, sending her in this time, but it beat the alternative of him losing half his crew. She was in the combat armor that he had found her in when she was brought before him, her eyes as devoid of life as they always were when she was near him. He had been told that she didn't always look like this, and that she even opened up and was friendly to the other slaves on the ship. Again, another detail he didn't care about. All he needed was for her to do what he told her, and knowing anything about her personal life didn't help him accomplish that. "Our bounty Alajack Ribbfor has taken up refuge in a hotel, and he has some friends with him." He pressed a button and a holographic layout of the building appeared between them. He watched her eyes focus and look over the layout, memorizing it. She had cybernetic eyes that she could use to store information like this, he knew. "You hav twenty minutes to eliminate everyone in the building except Alajack. If you go past the time limit, leave anyone else alive -or- kill Alajack, you will be confined to your cage for a month. Do you understand?" He waited for her to look up at him and nod - she hated the cage. Hated being kept like an animal, but to him it was all she was. A hunting dog, gifted to him by the Galaxy to solve all of his problems. A grin crossed his features as he gestured for her to be on her way. "Your weapons will be given to you down at the docking bay." He was a cautious man; even an animal could turn on its masters. If it thought it had a chance of killing him, he was sure it would take it. Those twenty minutes were almost up when she walked back on to the ship, blood dripping from her sword as she handed it back to the quartmaster, her handheld repeating blaster almost spent when she gave it back to him as well. No words were exchanged as she moved back in to the ship under guard. She moved straight back to her cage and crawled in to it, and it was only after it had been locked and she was left alone that a smirk slowly grew on her lips. Another bounty that would not be collected, for not only had she killed Alajack but she had made sure he was damn well unrecognizable as well. It was the only rebellion she could manage with the collar on, and as yet she had not learned how to get it the damned thing off of her. She was living through hell, but she would not be broken. She held out hope that one day she would be free of this, that she would kill Levijon with her own hands and return to her own life. If anything was still left of it. And if not, then she would build a new life on her own terms, and she would never be a caged animal again. Her head leaned back in to a bar as her mind wandered back to her childhood, the good memories she kept close hold of. They were what gave her hope, for a Mandalorian was not someone who surrended, no matter what hell they were put through. Her thoughts wandered to her parents, as they always did. She had learned that her clan had been destroyed in the genocide that the Sith had brought to her people, though to do so she had to trust other slaves on the ship she was held captive on. They were more than happy to help her out when they could, but it wasn't often that any of the new slaves brought it knew anything useful she had managed to piece that much together. The stories of a captive mandalorian kept like an animal spread slowly through the slave circuit, perhaps drawing unwanted attention - but then again, it could bring just the kind of attention she needed to be free of this place. SKILLS​ Swordplay She is well trained in fighting with a sword, and has become even more lethal with the cybernetic implants increasing her speed and dexterity.​ Scouting / Tracking / Stealth As her clan was one of primarily scouts, she was taught many things that would help her to be a good scout and tracker, as well as how to remain undetected while doing so. Her 'stealth' is not particularly effective when people are specifically looking for her.​ Marksmanship She is good at close range shooting with her machine pistol, and is also trained in the use of assualt rifles for short to medium range. She has little to no experience with long range or sniper rifles.​ Bartering While helping her mother in the family shop as a child, she learned many things. Among them was how to barter for a better price from vendors, and what tricks would usually work to get people to buy or sell on your terms instead of theirs.​

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Profile template credit: Bee!

 

[Sierrien]

Roleplays

Unleashing the Hound
Corporate Betrayal
Blue Hair & Fair Share
Youth isn't always a disadvantage
Fear and Loathing on Zeltros
Battle of Naboo Aftermath KES Recovery

 

[Marf]

She looks like a cool chick! Even if I'm not into Mandos.

I'd recommend widening the template border, that template squashes the text and makes the paragraphs massive and kind of annoying to read.

 

[Sierrien]

She looks like a cool chick! Even if I'm not into Mandos.

I'd recommend widening the template border, that template squashes the text and makes the paragraphs massive and kind of annoying to read.

I um... don't know how to do that <.<

 

[Marf]

Play around with where it says "width" in the code, I widened it to 100% here, but it's only a suggestion, you don't have to ^^

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Astra Iviin “Iviin'yc ra ash'amur.” ― Clan Iviin Motto ​ BASIC INFORMATION​ ALIAS Astra Iviin AFFILIATION Mandalorian RANK N/A AGE 22/32 SPECIES Near-Human GENDER Female HEIGHT 5'8 WEIGHT 215 BUILD Athletic HAIR Dark Blue EYE COLOR Brown FORCEFUL? No ATTRIBUTES & ABILITIES​ STRENGTH ■■■■■■■■■■ DEXTERITY ■■■■■■■■■■ STAMINA ■■■■■■■■■■ INTELLIGENCE ■■■■■■■■■■ WISDOM ■■■■■■■■■■ CHARISMA ■■■■■■■■■■ Swordplay ■■■■■■■■■■ CQC ■■■■■■■■■■ Marksmanship ■■■■■■■■■■ Tracking ■■■■■■■■■■ Scouting ■■■■■■■■■■ Pilot (Space) ■■■■■■■■■■ Pilot (Land) ■■■■■■■■■■ Barter ■■■■■■■■■■ Stealth ■■■■■■■■■■ EQUIPMENT & INVENTORY​ PRIMARY WEAPON(S) Vibrosword | Machine Pistol ARMOR Bodysuit (Pictured) [tr] [tr]

x BIOGRAPHY​ "It's no good, sir. Our target's barricaded himself in the hotel, and he's got a dozen friends in there with him. We've got the manpower to take him out, probably, but our losses will be heavy." Levijon Dencap let out a sigh as he heard the words. He was the Captain of what most would term a 'pirate ship' - though they mostly operated as bounty hunters, they weren't picky about what types of jobs they took, and their ship was partially crewed by slaves. Their current bounty seemed to have been warned they were coming, and now things were going to get ugly. The bounty specified that Alajack Ribbfor was wanted strictly alive; it wasn't explained why, but the bounty only paid if he was alive. In a straightforward attack, there was no guaruntee that the man would come through alive. His eyes turned to his lieutenant who had given him the report and he gave a grave nod. "Very well. Get me the Hound." Sitting back in his chair and waiting for the hound to be delivered to him, he reminisced on the day that they had stumbled upon it. It was supposed to have been a simple junker gig. Go in to an abandoned medical facility, grab everything that was worth something and not bolted down and then sell it to refugees or rebels or anyone desperate enough to pay many more credits than what it was worth. They had done this dozens of times before, so when he got the call that there was something he needed to see inside the facility, it filled him with anticipation. He had suited up and made his way in to the building, his men leading him to a medical stasis pod - which still had an occupant. And what was more, she seemed to still be alive. He had ordered it on to his ship but to make sure she wasn't woken up, until he could hire someone with the technical know-how to hack in to the system's computer and find out what the story was. He wasn't dissapointed. This woman, whomever she was, had bionics put in to her body. It seemed she had been in some kind of traumatic event that had killed her, but instead of just rebuilding her body they had improved it. From what the hired tech could tell him, most of her hand been changed. She had Bio-engineered muscles and internal organs, and most of her skeleton and her eyes had been replaced with augmented mechanical counterparts. They had emphasized speed in her, making her fast and dexterous. It was a risk he was willing to take, but only after installing a control collar in to the woman that interfaced itself with all of her bionics. With it not only could he track her, but he could force her to do his bidding. Since then he had kept her on as an unwilling slave, sending her in to whatever dangerous situations he didn't want to risk his men on - and she had excelled at them all. Though she never told him about her past, and what's more he couldn't care less about it so he never even asked, he surmised she must have had some skill in hunting and fighting. If he sent her after a target, she would hunt it down and kill it. She had only failed a few times in the tasks he gave her, and thus those failures had simply been her killing a target that was meant to be left alive. Which was something that made him worry, sending her in this time, but it beat the alternative of him losing half his crew. She was in the combat armor that he had found her in when she was brought before him, her eyes as devoid of life as they always were when she was near him. He had been told that she didn't always look like this, and that she even opened up and was friendly to the other slaves on the ship. Again, another detail he didn't care about. All he needed was for her to do what he told her, and knowing anything about her personal life didn't help him accomplish that. "Our bounty Alajack Ribbfor has taken up refuge in a hotel, and he has some friends with him." He pressed a button and a holographic layout of the building appeared between them. He watched her eyes focus and look over the layout, memorizing it. She had cybernetic eyes that she could use to store information like this, he knew. "You hav twenty minutes to eliminate everyone in the building except Alajack. If you go past the time limit, leave anyone else alive -or- kill Alajack, you will be confined to your cage for a month. Do you understand?" He waited for her to look up at him and nod - she hated the cage. Hated being kept like an animal, but to him it was all she was. A hunting dog, gifted to him by the Galaxy to solve all of his problems. A grin crossed his features as he gestured for her to be on her way. "Your weapons will be given to you down at the docking bay." He was a cautious man; even an animal could turn on its masters. If it thought it had a chance of killing him, he was sure it would take it. Those twenty minutes were almost up when she walked back on to the ship, blood dripping from her sword as she handed it back to the quartmaster, her handheld repeating blaster almost spent when she gave it back to him as well. No words were exchanged as she moved back in to the ship under guard. She moved straight back to her cage and crawled in to it, and it was only after it had been locked and she was left alone that a smirk slowly grew on her lips. Another bounty that would not be collected, for not only had she killed Alajack but she had made sure he was damn well unrecognizable as well. It was the only rebellion she could manage with the collar on, and as yet she had not learned how to get it the damned thing off of her. She was living through hell, but she would not be broken. She held out hope that one day she would be free of this, that she would kill Levijon with her own hands and return to her own life. If anything was still left of it. And if not, then she would build a new life on her own terms, and she would never be a caged animal again. Her head leaned back in to a bar as her mind wandered back to her childhood, the good memories she kept close hold of. They were what gave her hope, for a Mandalorian was not someone who surrended, no matter what hell they were put through. Her thoughts wandered to her parents, as they always did. She had learned that her clan had been destroyed in the genocide that the Sith had brought to her people, though to do so she had to trust other slaves on the ship she was held captive on. They were more than happy to help her out when they could, but it wasn't often that any of the new slaves brought it knew anything useful she had managed to piece that much together. The stories of a captive mandalorian kept like an animal spread slowly through the slave circuit, perhaps drawing unwanted attention - but then again, it could bring just the kind of attention she needed to be free of this place. SKILLS​ Swordplay She is well trained in fighting with a sword, and has become even more lethal with the cybernetic implants increasing her speed and dexterity.​ Scouting / Tracking / Stealth As her clan was one of primarily scouts, she was taught many things that would help her to be a good scout and tracker, as well as how to remain undetected while doing so. Her 'stealth' is not particularly effective when people are specifically looking for her.​ Marksmanship She is good at close range shooting with her machine pistol, and is also trained in the use of assualt rifles for short to medium range. She has little to no experience with long range or sniper rifles.​ Bartering While helping her mother in the family shop as a child, she learned many things. Among them was how to barter for a better price from vendors, and what tricks would usually work to get people to buy or sell on your terms instead of theirs.​

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[Sierrien]

Okay, it should be better now. I hope. :D

 

[Marf]

Ahh it's cutting off with a scrollbar, maybe try 80%

If I were you I'd also be playing around and putting the skills section underneath the inventory.

 

[Sierrien]

It's giving you a scrollbar? It doesn't give me a scrollbar <.<. uh. hmm.

And I am really not good with these things. I don't think putting the skills under the attributes is something I can accomplish lol.

 

[Logan]

It's giving you a scrollbar? It doesn't give me a scrollbar <.<. uh. hmm.

And I am really not good with these things. I don't think putting the skills under the attributes is something I can accomplish lol.

It doesn't give me a scrollbar when I have my browser in fullscreen, but I rarely do that so I see one as well. :P I wouldn't worry about it.


Looks like a cool character, though! :D

 

[Sierrien]

Alright.. I will stop playing with it cause I don't know what I'm doing. Lol.

Anyways, thanks to both of you for the compliments ^^

 

[Veloster Turbo]

Hi. You look fab.