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Murder Incarnate
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SPECIES: Privileged Humanoid
HEIGHT: 6'7-ish Feet
WEIGHT: 190-ish Pounds
EYE COLOR: Red-ish
HAIR COLOR: Black-ish
SKIN COLOR: White-ish
MARKINGS: Something something never tell.
FACTION: None.
RANK: Whaaat?
Ari-ani is an interesting woman. Standing at 6'7, she towers over most everyone. Not a gentle giant by any means, the dark haired woman is a monster in every sense of the word. Carrying around two automatic blaster pistols, a dual bladed saberstaff, a large vibro-combat knife, and two standard 5 meter sticky thermal detonators, 'armed to the teeth' becomes an understatement with Ari-ani. While she rarely, if ever, reveals her blade, she is a well trained adept of lightsaber combat. Her force skills are, however, lacking. She is not weak or untrained by any means, it is simply that she only knows how to utilize the basic abilities of telekinesis, sense, speed, jump, and sight. Anything outside of this is currently outside of her abilities.
When Ari-ani is out on a job, she wears a crimson trenchcoat over a set of black fatigues. She covers her eyes at all times with yellow glasses or goggles in order to hide her cybernetics. In a voluntary surgery, she replaced both her eyes with cybernetics. This allows her to more easily track opponents and their movements, even those aided by the Force. However, it also makes her more susceptible to electric attacks blinding her.
When out on the town, Ari wears a pale white dress suit, meticulously well cared for. She still wears her glasses, the less people know about her, the better.
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Personality
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She's also very blunt, quippish at other's expense, and quick to bite off the head of anyone who looks at her funny. Very childish, she often does things for little to no reason, inciting others and fighting for fighting's sake. Her speech reflects that of one who doesn't watch their language nor filter themselves in any way. Her voice is a constant, uncleansed stream of her thoughts.
Ari-ani's pain is not funny, nor are her actions. In the wide galaxy, many people experience trauma, and they either come out of it for the better or for worse. In the case of Ari-ani, she came out much, much worse. She doesn't open up, she doesn't trust anyone, and her triggers can cause her to fly into uncontrollable, paranoid rages. Ariani suffers, but it is not a quiet suffering. Loud and uncontrollable, it is like a fire that burns all who try to comfort or understand it, as well as all who come in contact with it.
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BIOGRAPHY
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The kriff you mean that's not going to cut it?! I'm not going to spill my childhood sob story just because someone asks in a polite voice. You want to know about me? I'll start where I want to start and I'll stop when I feel like it. Suck it up sith spit, you think you can call the shots?! I'm the one in control here! No cell can hold me!
When I was fourteen, I was on my own. Kids at that age, they think they can survive on their own, heh. Wanna be an adult? No you kriffing don't, especially in today's galaxy. The galaxy is cruel, unforgiving, and anything but 'quiet.' I'm not going to go into details.
Skip to sixteen, I found the Sith. Fancy motherless sons and their infernal laser swords would attract any angry kid. I had no family, was depressed out of my mind, more numb than an overdosed junkie, and had no regard for my own safety. It made me perfect for the group training setting. No one could threaten me or my family, there was no leverage to get me out of the way. The only option was to fight me.
If there's one thing I loved back when I was a kid, it was fighting, and I made sure everyone else knew it. I challenged everyone, fought everyone, and beat the living poodoo out of every schutta that looked at me funny. One of the Saber masters found particular interest in my Saber skills, even with subpar force abilities. I excelled under their teaching, and things seemed to be looking up for me.
Skip to eighteen, I'm doing well, and I'm still fairly young. Up for promotion, my dueling skills get better every day, and I've even taken up blaster lessons. How could things go south from here? I had know idea how good I had it. That is, until my last group duel. It was supposed to be for promotion, but it went pretty bad.
Designed to be a five Sith free for all, last man standing type deal, with the winner taking a promotion. However, the other four decided the best way to humiliate me would be to band together and utilize my history as a weapon against me. I don't know how they found out about what happened to my parents and my sister, or my childhood medical records, but they did, and they used it to hurt me. It worked, for the most part. I don't remember much, most of what I'm about to say is what I was told afterwards. They beat me by blasting me with a bantha fodder-ton of flashbangs. I don't understand what happened, but I couldn't see, I couldn't feel, I just fell to the ground and cried. Then i heard their voices, the Force called out to me through it all, and I gave in to the red. I killed them all.
They expelled me, and I don't regret it. I'm free, I wander the galaxy doing whatever I want. It was harder at first, but after each job it just got easier and easier. I'm older, and my skills make for good bounty hunting. The traveling also makes it easy for the assassinations to get pinned on others and not me, though I'm sure I'm wanted on six different worlda right now. And no, before you ask, I'm not a part of the guild. Pasty Hutts don't know good talent when they see it, I'll still call myself a hunter though.
And damn them if they think they can stop me.
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