- Joined
- Nov 11, 2012
- Messages
- 1,310
- Reaction score
- 42
Name
___Bahati Rhen
Nicknames
___Nothing "family friendly" enough to list here
Aliases
___None
Faction
____Independent
Rank
___Member
Species
___Human
Gender
___Female
Height
___5'8"
Build
___curvy
Hair Color
___Brown w/ frosted tips
Eye Color
___Brown
Force Sensitive
___Negative
Homeworld
___Brentaal IV
Notable Family
___TBD
Background
___Freighters, Bars, & Casinos
Education
___No Formal Education; everything she learned was taught to her by her father, self-taught, or learned on the streets.
Occupation
___Smuggler
Notable Skills
___Piloting
___Mechanic
___Card Sharp
___Slicing Computer Systems
___Pick Pocket
___Quick-Draw
___Acting
___Dancing
Languages
___Basic
___Huttese
___Binary
Strengths
___Street Smart
___Charming; when she wants to be
___Calm under fire
___Strong;independent female presence
Weaknesses
___Smartass
___over-confident
___Troublemaker
___Hypocrite
___Credit-Hungry
___Vain
Ship
___Ms. Fortune
Home
___See above
Other Property
___None
Credits
___1,000
Gear
___434 "Death Hammer" heavy blaster pistol
___Pocket Slicer's Kit
___Portable Tool Kit
Acquaintances
___N/A
Roleplays
___Make Me an Offer - In Progress
The Rains of Dathomir - In Progress
That Was One Wild Night! - In Progress
Appearance
Bahati is a tall curvaceous woman with creamy caramel colored skin. Her skin is unblemished aside from the two tattoos that the exotic smuggler sports. One is a pair of dice framed by a banner that reads “Make your own luck” located just above her left breast. The other is her name boldly printed across her midriff. Her head full of thick curly brown hair is accented by well-styled blonde highlights. The illustrious mane is usually pulled back from her face in a barely-contained ponytail. The brash smuggler is quite proud of her curves, and flaunts them whenever she has the opportunity; choosing to wear tight and or revealing clothing.
Attributes (Because people love them.)
STRENGTH: Bahati is surprisingly strong for her size. This is mainly due to all of the maintenance and ship repair work that she does, as well as the pole dancing that she did in her stint as an exotic dancer.
DEXTERITY: The caramel skin beauty has amazing hand-eye coordination. This attributes to her infamous quick-draw accuracy, and her ability to “pilot a Corvette through a Togruta’s montrals” (her words). She also keeps herself flexible and limber.
CONSTITUTION: Aside from taking a couple of wrenches to the foot, there’s nothing special about her ability to take damage or withstand pain.
INTELLIGENCE: Bahati knows a great deal about ships; both flying and fixing, and Slicing, but not a whole lot else
WISDOM: Would she be such a successful Card Sharp - Spice Runner - Thief if she wasn’t incredibly street smart?
CHARISMA: The brown skinned bombshell is extremely charismatic; using her smile and beauty to manipulate unsuspecting marks… I mean, people. However her brash personality is usually a turn off for most sentient beings.
Personality
Bahati is a feisty pilot, who can be extremely overprotective of her vehicles and tools. The buxom thief is extremely sarcastic and isn’t afraid to speak her mind, which sometimes lands her into a load of trouble. Her nonchalant attitude in the face of danger is either a blatant disregard for her life, or a coping mechanism for stressful situations. She mostly keeps in a happy and jubilant mood around people she knows, but can get very grumpy if she loses a card game. When Bahati is drunk she becomes less tolerant of men and more flirtatious with other women.
Biography
I was born on Brentaal IV, but I was raised on the best damn starship in the galaxy: the 'Ms. Fortune'. The ship was an ancient 'rust-bucket', but it had gotten my dad and I outta more than a few scrapes; and she was home. My dad used to make "Runs" back in the day, and was fairly good Smuggler in his own right. When my mom passed away, he used to take me on his adventures. I was his "little helper", squeezin' into small crawl-spaces to repair hard-to-reach systems. We would trade off flyin' his freighter; I would share my dreams of becomin' a galaxy-renowned fighter pilot, and he would tell me glorious stories 'bout his earlier adventures. He even taught me how to use a blaster. We would spend hours in the trainin' room; blastin' Remotes and practicin' quick-draws. I became an exceptional pilot and really good at quick-draws.
After a few years, I guess we had fallen on hard times; the Houses of Brentaal IV had tightened global security, increasin' their trade profits, but decimatin' the smugglin' industry of the planet. That's when dad scrapped up what we had, and started hittin' the Sabacc tables. I was his "little helper" there too. I help him cheat the other players by swipin' cards, distraction, or just lettin' him know when to "get out". I got really good at that too. Dad and I were makin' a pretty good livin' off of gamblin'; 'cept for that one time Brahlu Yun caught us cheatin' in his club.
Brahlu Yun was a nefarious and shady club owner, who had been after my dad's ship since I could remember. He would bride, barter, and even threaten my father in order to get his hands on Ms.Fortune. The shady club owner offered my dad a deal: His life in exchange for his ship, cargo, credits, and even his daughter. My dad protested for quite some time, but I was eventually able to convince my dad that his life was more important to me than our possessions and my servitude. Brahlu told my dad to leave the city, and don't get caught back or he'd forfeit his life (and possibly mine).
So at the age of 12, I became one of Brahlu's Club girls; servin' booze to the VIPs; takin' a sip every now and then. Not enough to get drunk, mind you; just enough to get a taste. I would carefully watch the top players play and gamble to continue my education of casino games. At age 16, when I began... fillin' out, Brahlu made me one of his dancin' girls. He dressed me in skimpy outfits and had me dancin' around the club; to keep his clients entertained. Occasionally I would slip credits from the pockets of unsuspectin' patrons. Brahlu didn't mind; as long as I didn't get caught, and as long as I gave him his cut: 80%.
A few years later, my chance to finally escape Brahlu's clutches presented itself. In a particularly successful night of profit, Brahlu and his cronies were celebrating heavily. The other girls and I were enlisted as entertainment, as the misogynistic-nerf-herders imbibed in some of the most potent alcohol that Bentaal IV had to offer. The night was going horribly well for them - until the club's claxon began to echo throughout the facility. Lookin' back on the situation; it was one hell of an elaborate plan. The local crime syndicate must have manufactured the incredibly profitable night in order to invade and pillage the highly successful club. It wasn't long before Brahlu's private party room was filled with blaster fire.
Brahlu's right-hand-man was gunned down durin' the assault. And, in the confusion, I slipped one of the only two Master key cards from his belt and made my way to Brahlu's secret hanger. Ms. Fortune sat majestically in the bay, framed by newer; shinier ships. I quickly powered up the hanger doors, and boarded Ms. Fortune. The engines roared, as I rocketed free from the planet and left the system far behind me. I took the time in hiding to hone my skills; only reappearing in the system 10 years later.
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