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DANA HUNT
"Sometimes, you have to be scared shitless to know what you're really made of"
"Sometimes, you have to be scared shitless to know what you're really made of"
[fancybox4="http://static1.squarespace.com/static/532f7d17e4b04fa7336a77ba/542debc3e4b0c2b69dc42e45/542dec33e4b0979ada705a6a/1412295732713/140428-05-096_v2-copy.jpg?format=1000w"]FULL NAME: Danaehla Hunt
AGE: 24
SPECIES: Lorrdian
HOMEWORLD: Eriadu
HEIGHT: 6'1''
WEIGHT: 121 lbs
EYE COLOR: Hazel
HAIR COLOR: Blonde
SKIN COLOR: White
MARKINGS: None
FACTION: Smuggler's Association
RANK: Member
Dana looked around her and found nothing but scrap metal and crashed ships from ages ago. Her wounds had stopped bleeding but still hurt deeply, causing her to clutch her side while walking. She was also pretty sure at least one rib or two were broken, as breathing also brought her pain. Whatever she had done to those assholes, she never expected them to pull of something like this. Step by step, inch by inch, she continued the arduous and painful journey to whatever the wastes held for her. Though by what she had seen by now, she wasn't hoping for much.
Miles. Miles upon miles of sand and rubble as far as the eye could see. That day, walking in the middle of nowhere, Dana learned many things about herself. She learned, for instance, that she had a high tolerance to pain, which was weird considering she had never suffered any great pain before. Yet there she was, with a blaster shot in the gut and broken ribs, walking for miles on a forsaken desert. She also realized just how much he hated the sun. But perhaps more importantly, she realized that she WAS scared of something, contrary to what she normally told herself and other people. She was afraid of dying alone.
As the sun and the insects continued attacking her face, she came to the peak of a massive pile of garbage. Her head was so hot she couldn't think straight anymore. Everything had been gathering up inside her; the pain, the sun, the smell of garbage, her thoughts, the desperation. All like a swirling ball of anger and rage that was suddenly released in the form of an almost unearthly scream that would have chilled the spine of even the most valiant warrior. Exhausted, Dana dropped to her knees breathing heavily. Defeated. As far as she was concerned, she had accepted her imminent death. Just then, as if by providence, a pair of voices were heard. "It came from this way!" one said as their steps echoed, heading towards the source of the scream. Dana saw both men out of the corner of her eye. Scavengers. With a ship. She almost cried out of happiness, but then realized these guys wouldn’t jump at the opportunity to help her. They would probably rather have their way with her and then kill her or dump her in an equally shitty world as this one. She had to steal it.
She looked down the pile and saw both men clumsily attempting to climb it, and smiled to herself. Placing her foot on a corroded pole which was holding a rather complete hull of a ship from falling down, she used all her force to press on it, causing it to crackle and squeak until eventually it broke and the ship was pulled down by the force of gravity. "F*CK!" a voice screamed, followed by a terrible crashing sound as the ship plummeted to the ground at an alarming speed, persumably taking both scavengers with it as Dana allowed herself to slide down the other side of the scrap mountain. Then, the ship came to her eyes; a Mon Cala Oceanspray, a common sight across the entire galaxy. She ran towards the ship's open boarding ramp, not even bothering to see if the scavengers where dead or alive. Rushing through the halls of the ship, she found herself at the bridge and sat herself on the chair. Just then, her wounds began aching once more, for she had been running on adrenaline only. Ignoring most of the pain, she quickly fired up the engines and began to take off.
As she left the skies of the planet, she thought about the two men down there. Trapped, just like she was some minutes ago, with no way of escape assuming they were even alive. She had doomed them to that fate. Was she no better than the twins who left her there to die? She brushed away such thoughts. Both of the men would have done the same to survive. Anyone would have.
With these thoughts, she entered hyperspace towards a new life.[/fancybox4]
APPEARANCE
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Her body is lean and fit, with curves in all the right places and a slighlty higher musculature than most women her age due to the many escapades and adventures she has gone through. Said adventures, however, also left their mark in the form of several scars across her body, mostly her arms, including a rather large one in the left side of her abdomen fom a blaster shot. While she is taller than average for a woman, her build and weight are pretty average for a woman her age and height.
A fan of travelling light, her clothes are usually fairly utilitarian and she values freedom of movement and the ability to blend in with any crowd above flashiness. This isn't to say that she dresses in rags, though, and thus keeps a wardrobe that mixes useful and practical with aesthitically pleasing without looking like a drag. She can and will, however, wear any other clothes or disguises she may need to if the situation calls for. [/fancybox2]
PERSONALITY
[fancybox4="https://49.media.tumblr.com/ea5f2233af17df7397124ed569e2faf2/tumblr_nk88ucMDD31su1y4xo1_500.gif"] A fun-loving, outgoing party girl one hour and a sarcastical, egocentric one the next, people who meet Dana are often left wondering who she truly is. And that is entirely the point, for Dana intentionally keeps a number of appearances in front of people and constantly shifts moods in what she tells herself is "a game to keep people guessing". In reality, she does this in order to bury her real feelings and thoughts originating from a troubled background. The same background has led to her being naturally mistrustful of others and consequentially to rarely rely on others to do a job or help her, living by the old "if you want something done right, better do it yourself" motto. While she is an individualist and pretty self-centered, some people do manage to get inside her small circle of friends, generally by proving their usefulness beforehand. Those people she will trust with her life.
Despite her pedantic attitude, Dana is prety easygoing and laidback, and can be pleasing to be around when she wants to. She also loves to have fun, and thus is a fan of dancing, frequenting clubs, drinking, injecting foreign substances into her bloodstream and letting anyone inside her pants if they can show her a good time, regradless of gender or species (with some limitation on the latter, of course). When in a social gathering, party, or similar, she likes to be in the spotlight and be the center of attention, an endeavour she usually succeeds in due to her natural charisma; She was always good at getting others to do things for her, ever since she was a young girl on the slums of Eriadu.
Not one to mince words or act indecisively, Dana is blunt and likes to take action quickly instead of debating over what needs to be done. An improviser, she rarely approaches situations with some great, tactical, plan and instead prefers to tackle them head on and make up her move as she goes. This is evident in her fighting style, the self-proclaimed "Master Art of Indiscriminate Fire", which, as the name suggests, basically consists in shooting hundreds of shots from her twin pistols in the general, approximate direction of her aggresor until they drop dead or run away. Effective, indeed...
Dana is hardly motivated by anything. During her infancy, her parents tried to bribe her into doing her chores and homeworks with sweets, toys, and other things that drive children crazy, but she always flatly refused until her father offered her credits one day. And ever since that day, credits have been the main focus of her attention and the one thing she loves more than herself. Such is the reason she ended up smuggling, as it presented a perfect opportunity to get close to the things she liked most: credits, ships, and drugs. Despite this, she does care for the VERY small amount of people she considers friends and is generally willing to lend a hand to them if needed. If they take her help, however, they do so knowing she will call in the favor sooner or later, likely with interests.
What's the fun in it otherwsie? [/fancybox4]
BIOGRAPHY
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Born in Eriadu, Dana was the daughter of a Lorrdian couple who fled their homeworld to escape their debts and try to start anew on the city planet. Changing their identity and their last name to "Hunt" in a vain attempt to blend in with the predominantly human population in the slums they inhabited, it wasn't long before word of their true origins reached everyone's ears, and ever since then the Hunt family was treated differently. Dana's father was not considered for most jobs he applied to, and generally passed over for human candidates so eventually he had to settle with a shitty job and less pay than human employees. Dana was constantly bullied at school and it wasn't long until some vandals an ne'eer-do-well's knocked on their door one day and asked for the very famous protection money, because even though the Hunts looked exactly like, and behaved exactly like humans, they weren't humans in name, and that was enough for the great community they lived in to consider them freaks and outcasts. Left with no alterantive, the Hunt family paid the money and continued doing so for the time to come, reducing their already troublesome financial status to a short step from total misery. Dana usually escaped her problems by laying down in the roof of their apartment complex to watch the ships flying by. She was always fascinated by them, and dreamt of flying one one day.
Despite their hardships, Dana's parents did everything in their hands to continue giving Dana an education and as much privileges as they could. However, Dana would soon enter the complicated stage of adolesence, and with it came many changes not only for her, but for her parents. Around this time, Dana decided she would no longer take shit from anyone, and thus the poor sould that decided to call her out after she made this desicion got their ass promptly handed to them. And the next one, too. And the one after that. In fact, people where now more afarid of Dana and decided she was more trouble than would be worth harassing her. With her newfound confidence, Dana began avoiding school and instead heading out to the city and frequenting clubs and raves while posing as a human. She began taking questionable substances and began hanging out with equally questionable crowds. Despite the worry of her mother and the disapointment of her father, Dana submerged herself in this new lifestyle completely.
During one of her many drug fueled social gatherings, Dana met an interesting pair: Jona and Pacer, two twins who worked together in a "shipment delivery company". Dana realized she shared a lot in common with them, particularily their love for starships. When Dana confessed to them she had never even seen one up close, the twins agreed to take her for a ride one day.
True to their word, Jona and Pacer took Dana to their ship in the docking bay one day. It was a bucket of bolts, really, but to Dana, it was a dream come true. Everything, from the coldness of the hull to the smell of the engines was very exciteing for Dana. When the twins asked her if she wanted to go for a ride, she didn't even hesitate for a second to accept their offer. High up on the skies of Eriadu City, the pair surprised her again when they allowed her to fly the ship. They teached her how to do so, and she turned out to be natural. After some hours of parctice, in fact, she was already as good, if not better, than Jona and Pacer. With the controls at her hands, and the city beneath her, Dana felt she was the most powerful person in the galaxy.
Due to her relationship with the twins, it came as no surprise tha dana accepted when they offered her a seat on their ship now that they were leaving the planet to continue their smuggling activities. Dana didn't really have a problem leaving her home, and thus left in the night leaving a note for her parents. Some years ago, his father had been fires shortly after Dana dropped out of school, and thus he began the long and arduous journey of drinking himslef to death, which would likely happen soon. Her mother had began taking loans and doing questionable things to keep herself and her husband from starving. Dana thought she might send them money once she started working with the twins. Of course, once she actually started making money, she forgot all about it.
Dana worked with Jona and Pacer for some time, and they actually made a rather profitable partnership, with Dana doing most of the flying while the brothers did the deals. Dana really thought herself in heaven at one point, for she was doing waht she loved and making credits for it, plus the occasional spice that no one would notice was missing from the shipments. It wasn't until the twins sealed a VERY lucrative deal that they realized Dana was, in short, a drain on their income. If they really wanted to make it out like bandits on this one, they needed to get rid of her.
The job was carried out flawlessly, and the money was delivered to them. Dana, not knowing of the twin's intentions, woke up one morning to find them both at the door of her quarters in the ship. Before she could open her mouth to ask them what was going on, she fel a burning sensation on her abdomen at the same time a loud blaster was heard. it took her a second to realize Pacer had shot her with a balster pistol, and she promptly fell to the floor in pain. Soon, both mn grabbed her and promptly threw her out the boarding ramp from a considerable height to the surfrace of the forsaken planet they were in. She broke a rib when falling, and despite the pain, managed to mutter a defiant "screw you assholes!" before the ramp closed and the ship flew away. She layed there for hours, probably, eventually gathering the strenght to stand.
And well, if you read the beggining of this profile, you already know how this went. [/fancybox2]
