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Ouellet, Chiyo
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SPECIES: Hapan
HEIGHT: 5'7"
WEIGHT: 120lbs
EYE COLOR: Hazel
HAIR COLOR: Black
SKIN COLOR: Fair
MARKINGS: None
FACTION: Imperial Legion
RANK: Commander
Theme Music: Link
Voice Sample: Link
Svelte of figure with lean muscle, she has short cut black hair which is longer in the front than the back. Her heart shaped face has defined jawline with an angular chin and high cheekbones. Her almond shaped, hazel eyes are slightly tilted and contrast well with her jet-hair and fair complexion. [/fancybox4]
HISTORY
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Prelude: Congratulations!
Sparkles fly forth from the holoprojector. Followed by virtual confetti and the sound of noise makers.
You've found my diary! Aren't you clever? I bet you're thinking that.
Don't expect anything tawdry and naughty in here either. Bunch of pervs. My name is Ouellet, Chiyo, or to you Galactic Basic Slummers, Chiyo, Ouellet. (Really, who writes their name like this? Beasts! Savages! Malcontents!) Whooops, went off the rail. Time to do everything past tense, yay!
Ouellet, Chiyo was born to a land relatively free of war. Free of the galaxy's maddened state as Republic and Brotherhood gnashed their teeth, while Jedi lightsabers screeched against that of the Sith. Her family were fairly affluent. But it was built on lies, deceptions and deceit generations ago they had been raiders of the land, pirates of the seas. Mercenaries for hire like Mandalorians of today. But that was yesteryear, not today's society. Both mother and father worked, but they did not plow fields. Muck rice paddies, or milk cows. They sliced, they built custom weapons, armor and cybernetics to the Galaxy's most wanted or anyone who some how managed to pay their fee.Sparkles fly forth from the holoprojector. Followed by virtual confetti and the sound of noise makers.
You've found my diary! Aren't you clever? I bet you're thinking that.
Don't expect anything tawdry and naughty in here either. Bunch of pervs. My name is Ouellet, Chiyo, or to you Galactic Basic Slummers, Chiyo, Ouellet. (Really, who writes their name like this? Beasts! Savages! Malcontents!) Whooops, went off the rail. Time to do everything past tense, yay!
When such work was poor, they sliced into accounts and siphoned off tens of thousands of credits within nanoseconds. And they got away with it, the hows don't matter. But it was the whys that should and do. For unbeknownst to all but the shadiest of the shady. They had a daughter. One born with many physical infirmities and mental impairments. They loved her dearly, but medicine on Agamar could do naught in treating her. Yet somewhere, out there among the stars the answer waited.
It had happened while slicing a medical division's files for a rival firm. A whole new field of study. Technological applications that had proven successful in trials to the point if they'd reached the market, most medical manufacturing companies could go bankrupt. No need for pure hardwired electronics and circuitry. But a techno-organic fusion of purely organic cells with silica bases, allowing a pre-fabricated cybernetic implant to simply grow within hosts of a young age negating repeated operational procedures as they grew. It could have opened an entirely new method of cybernetics construction and implantation, cybernetic rejection treatments could become a thing of the past. It could have damned the entire medical industry as well.
Replacements, procedures, treatments, rejection therapies, they were a billion credit industry.
They understood little in frantic few scant minutes of study. More and more detail poured from the datastores into their portable datapacks. Completion had been quick. But it left them with much to ponder. For the first time they had the chance to do something for their child. Both irrational greed and parental loved drove their destruction of the original data stored on those servers.
Whence the deadline arrived for the dropoff, their Employer saw nothing but an empty plascrete roof top. They tried sending their own Slicers, and Trackers, even hired Mandalorian Bounty Hunters, yet they could find little to no trace of the duo. They had used fake names, prints, retinal, dna, the works even clothing and throw away tech which overheated and melted to prevent restoration of data. Right down to the accounts which their would be buyer foolishly paid half of through networks and proxies to the point of them coming up with company after company. Planet and stations scattered across a galaxy slowly preparing to tear itself apart.
War maybe profitable to medical corporations, shipyards and armories. Flourish would come to mind for slicers. Holonet networks fluctuated due to war, giving ample opportunity for classic snatch and grabs. Or to lay the foundation for never ending stream of funds later.
Taking what they knew, the girl's parents plied their ad-hoc skills. Bought the necessary equipment and then they prayed. The technology was new, bleeding edge, which presented difficulties. Taking the time to get things right outweighed further suffering of their child. After six months of in depth study, they deemed the technology stable enough for implantation. Putting their faith in technology, they operated on their daughter.
Part: I Intercession to Reality
She grew, the world's luster, its earthen fragrance, the blue in blue sky above and the golden rays of the sun were marvels previously incomprehensible to her. The implants had melded seamlessly to her fragile and broken mind. Limbs that had atrophied, never working to begin with suddenly moved with deliberate fervor. Words, speech, literature, fiction, non-fiction, books that had once been gibberish suddenly resonated, her soul both aching and wanting to burst with sheer childish pleasure.
Reality unfolded, its pleasures as well as its dangers were welcomed. The implants had not only allowed her a normal life, but had taken what had been an autistic invalid and turned them into a genius with near limitless potential. Potential to good, or to do evil these two words had begun to twist in on themselves and turn into something else. Now a teenage, her parents having taken up a legitimate business the old family activity of throwing caution to the wind and slicing became fixtures.
Parents adamant on not 'teaching' their child such dangerous skills due to fear of their one-time enemies discovering both themselves and their child. She instead began to teach herself. From simple computer programs to polymorphic viral strains she evolved from a simple Hacker to a full-time criminal. Fueled partly by the challenge and the rush of adrenaline as well as pleasure from cracking firewalls and boosting information. Once her parents discovered their child had begun to lead a life of hacking and theft, they distanced themselves from her.
Rebuffed, Chiyo left the sociopolitical backwater in which she'd been raised upon to begin her 'Reign of Terror' on the galactic holonet. These years were some of the best for her, eccentric to a fault; likely due to the implants in which she'd installed inter-meshing with those pre-existing she was considered flighty, petulant, and downright whimsical by her employers to the point of ripping their hair out despite the young Hapan being worth the trouble. Yet doesn't all genius come with its own quirks?
To be Continued. . .
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STRENGTHS & WEAKNESSES
[fancybox4="http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f47/LupusRaga/science_zpsrclsgskl.jpg"]The spark of true intelligent awareness occurred later than those of most offspring. Due largely from the intricately damaged sections of grey matter in the young Chiyo. With the addition of implants, implants in which could meld and settle within her mind, bridging the gaps and filling the holes a true intellectual was borne. Her first implants had lain the groundwork for a formidable intelligence, taking over large swathes of her brain and melding it into an early interpretation to what it is today.
Years past, Chiyo has had several high-tech implants installed within her brain to allow faster processing capacities and reasoning, expanding of the creative and language centers of the brain.
A centralized 'Neural Hub' is situated and augments the Corpus Callosum, a broad band of nerve fibers and neurons which join the two hemispheres of the brain into one. This inter-connectivity allows her augmented mind to process and work in rapid succession.
Strands of high-capacity artificial nerve bundles throughout the body allow Chiyo to have increased reaction times, agility and hand-eye coordination and control than that of a normal human. These nerve bundles are also connected to the optic nerves allowing heightened perceptions/spatial reasoning while synthetic cones within the eye help solve the long-standing weakness of Hapan Night-blindness.
While boasting certain advantages, Chiyo is not without her faults. Her very nature is like an Edegian Eel, ever twisting and turning, energetic one moment, flighty the next to deeply analytical. This can cause her to come off as either annoying or depending upon the person displaying signs of madness.
Her body is a mass of bleeding-edge implants, cardio-muscular packages end the invasive case of muscular dystrophy she suffered from. Rybcorse weaves strengthen her already weakened muscles lending strength and stamina where otherwise she would be unable to do any normal activity. While it allows her to act normally, her muscles would become rather weak and show signs of atrophy should the implant short or be disabled through outside means. Whereas her neural implants are insulated against electrical and electromagnetic pulses.
Displaying some inhuman attributes and distinct weaknesses, Chiyo's aptitude for slicing/hacking/hijacking electronic systems is where she shines. Homebrewing her very own virii, trojans, warez and more, Chiyo is a credible threat to many electronic systems throughout the galaxy and has an intuitive understanding of said systems/designs.
Down'n dirty, her line of work is far-reaching and delves into the muckity muck that is the Criminal Underworld. Being that she operates, deals with and practically lives in that cesspool, Chiyo has devoted time and energy into broadening her skillset. With anyone in her situation, the cool feel of a blaster pistol in the palm of your hand comes to mind. And it just so happens this is one of the things Chiyo has taken to with gusto. Thanks to rigorous training and partly thanks to her implants, the Slicer can be lethal with a pistol if given the opportunity or incentive.
Still, being a wired, oddball criminal mastermind and not a fighter she has also learned some self-defense techniques to disarm, or free herself from grapples and holds. Just don't ask her to beat the daylights out of someone. She prefers her guns for that. Time between jobs being what it is, the naturally inquisitive and imaginative Hapan is a known tinkerer. What that means you may ask is that she has been known from time to time to produce certain gadgetry. Or once in a great while, a weapon that others may or may not be able to comprehend or even be too convoluted and complex to if it even works, may whatever diety you worship has mercy on your soul. Or if you drew a lucky card, its being a dud.
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INVENTORY
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