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Lanya Lain | |||
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The DarkNet L.O.C.K. Division -Basic Member- 
19, born 1,003 ABY Zeltros
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| Chaotic Good |
ATTRIBUTES | |||
8 | Strength | 15 | Intelligence |
14 | Dexterity | 14 | Wisdom |
9 | Constitution | 17 | Charisma |
| Lanya was born to his Zeltron mother, and Lorrdian father, his name chosen for its sexual ambiguity (his mother saying "What if he wants to be a girl?") He'd always felt he would be unconditionally loved and accepted by his parents. They were both cheerful dreamer types, and happy drunks. His father was often gone once Lanya was born, he was a smuggler by trade, and kept credits flowing in order to support his family (his parents thought he was working on buildings as part of planetary reclamation projects for the Empire.) Lanya lived on Lorrdian with his mother, and grandparents who fussed over him, and resented his mother. At age 9, His grandparents died both within the same year. Lanya lived with his mother for a few months in their modest home, though their neighbors and peers provided an unwelcoming environment, his grandparent's influence seemingly outlived them. Thus Lanya moved with his mother to Zeltros, a violently different atmosphere. She worked as a bartender (Lanya's father still sent credits, though both incomes were required to support them now) in a small local bar in the sprawling metropolis of a capital city. Lanya hung around the bar while she was on duty, it wasn't long before the bouncers began asking favors of him. He was innocent enough not to know what he was doing by handing people inconspicuous parcels, and returning with credits. Within a few weeks they began giving him pocket cash, which he never had a use for as his mother, and father provided everything. Lanya would people watch in his down time, honing his understanding of the "Kinetic communication" he'd learned as something like a native language from his grandparents, family, and their fellows. It became a point of obsession for him, as it was something few to none could ever 'hear.' At the age of 15 Lanya was now making steady money, and the bar had evolved into a relatively successful club. Lanya was uknowingly involved in a plot to frame his father by stealing one of his largest shipments, getting him in debt with the Hutts, then cashing in on the price on his head in a coup de grace preventing him from ever discovering who the perpetrator was. Lanya helped to capture someone he never saw, by providing a distraction to lure them off the main streets. Lanya recieved substantial payment for his part in things, with an unexplainable ill feeling that something was wrong. Lanya exposed one of the bouncers at the bar as the orchestrator of the events when he boldly accused him of having an involvement in his father's disappearance. The time the lost contact with him, and the time of Lanya's 'big payoff' were nearly identical. Not to mention his father's crew were situated at the space port. This bouncer, and petty criminal was someone who saw himself as a 'rising star' in the underworld, with fantasies of uprising and claiming a luxurious lifestyle for himself. He had already indebted himself to the Hutts by taking out huge loans with them to pay for rather extreme modifications to his personal starship, hoping it would make some sort of statement as a status symbol, increasing his recognition, and credibility amongs his peers. The other bouncers, all personal acquaintances and occasional drinking buddies of Lanya's father, fell in on the would-be mastermind along with the crew, taking him hostage for nearly 5 days while waiting for a meeting with the Hutts. They went to plead their case, taking Lanya along with them as it could be his last time seeing his dad. If the local Hutts had been bribed by one of the 'mastermind's' small entourage its likely they would turn a blind eye to the foul play, though his 'clique's' funds should've been exhausted after he'd payed off his ship. The Hutts were receptive to their evidence, and eager to take the substitute in exchange for Lanya's father. With their wannabe competition off the street, and his ship now repossessed and ownerless, Lanya propositioned the Hutts to turn ownership over to him in exchange for all the wealth he had accrued. He had hoped to take advantage of their high spirits. They were devastated at the amount of credits he had in his possession. His masterfully timed promises of more to make up for the difference (nearly 18,000 credits worth of ill-gotten gains) and bold bravado seemed to amuse them greatly. His offer would seem laughable on first glance, however the ship itself had been modified so heavily the sublight engine's capacity exceeded the frames capacity to store adequate cooling-regulation modules that were within the 'mastermind's price range. The ship was in essence built for streaking, short, speedy getaways and periods of rest afterwards lest the heat begin to cause issues for other components of the ship. The Hutts seriously considered his offer, but still refused him, though admiring his tenacity. He thought for a split second and played his full hand, offering himself to work off the difference doing small time substance and munitions smuggling. They accepted with jubilant laughter, and even returned him 1,000 credits as an 'investment', unknowingly being influenced by a barrage of pheromones (though the generosity was still a surpise to him.) He would've liked to take credit, having it all planned out, but that wasn't how he worked. He was an improviser, reacting to the ebb and flow of his audience manipulating the subtle give and take of interpersonal energy. He fed off the crowd, and they ate right out of his hand. Emotionally and physically drained from the treatment he received at the hands of the Hutts as a prisoner and newly acquired asset, Lanya's father refused to pilot the ship for him. This was the first meaningful disagreement he had had with either of his parents, though his mother was surprisingly in favor of letting him explore his sense of adventure. Ultimately he set out with two of his father's crewmates, a pilot, a 'salesman' and one of the five bouncers, an amateur mechanic. Including Lanya, the four man crew with a teenage leader set out. Things were lucrative, running into a few tight spots, and some refusals to do business (once they found out the leader was a young teenage boy.) He could hardly believe the luck he had, a few times it seemed the crew was heading for mutiny, but they felt a collective sense of responsibility for him. By the age of 17, Lanya had a handful of steady suppliers, and buyers, he was wise to the trade, street smart, and shrewd. However he was largely still sheltered by the crew, never exposed to hostile environs for two reasons, 1. he was a smooth-talker, and charming person. 2. The crew wouldn't allow him along during particularly shady transactions where fights could break out. Lanya would pass his downtime at home (Zeltros) in clubs. He would meet women, drink, and bet or participate in fighting rings. He became a very flashy duelist, priding himself on his ability to predict his opponents and dance circles around them. He had little to no martial skill, instead preferring to deflect, duck, and dodge his opponents attacks to tire them out and get past their guard usually hoping to end the match by holding his blade up to his opponents neck, or disarm them. His record, however was very spotty, as he couldn't dodge blaster fire and would get stunned often, or overpowered by larger and stronger opponents. By the age of 18, he had begun to get bored of smuggling finding no sense of adventure in it, and resenting his crew's treatment of him over time. He eventually informed them his new passion was prize fighting. He eventually learned not only to rely on his understanding of body language, but that he had to gauge a person's mental strength in a fight. His style evolved to be more psychologically intimidating employing masterful flourishes, false openings, subtle provocation, and dangerous-looking poses. Eventually he incorporated a blaster-and-blade style using a high powered air pistol slug thrower in tandem with a long knife, or short sword in addition to his dual wield melee style. Facing the same opponents more often than he'd like he had to invent new ways to dazzle them, and odd angles to come at. He became a very technical sort of fighter, and focused more on tactics, acrobatics, gymnastic maneuvers, and footwork than actually learning how to go toe to toe. Ultimately he began to bore the crowd and his confidence sank. He fell headlong into a losing streak, and heavy depression, flying out and drifting in orbit for days at a time, sleeping on his ship, doing next to nothing. With a sort of bitter resolve he returned to smuggling alone, and in secret pushing himself into bad deals and confrontations for no apparent reason. He followed this path for about a year, running from nearly every situation. He doubted himself at every step, bitterly reflecting on his past asking himself why he ever thought he could do the things he tried. Anxiously reading into why people treated him the way they did all the time out of insecurity, as if they could sense his weakness and failure within, sometimes becoming paranoid and feeling personally attacked by innocuous comments and idle chatter as he passed by others. He tried legitimate work, failing to find heart to uphold his comittments. He tried manual work, leaving unfulfilled and his depression lingered still. He was only 18, already having a mental breakdown, smuggling was the only thing he had ever succeeded at. It seemed like it had all been luck, luck in meeting the crew, luck in the people he dealt with, he was nothing without the crew. Upon turning 19 he turned back to smuggling, though only sporadically, he would drift from system to system drinking in cantinas and then moving on. It seemed to him life had become a deep thoughtful silence. He felt automated, doing the same things over and over, while lost in thought, he began to disassociate with his environs, continually preoccupied with his past failure and whether he could have done better, or changed things. Eventually he got to a low point in which he realized that he was afraid of dying, seeming to be the pinnacle of failure. Seeking out a few ideas here and there as he drifted planet to planet he eventually settled on the idea of bounty hunting as a way to get experienced with life threatening situations, assuming once he overcame his fear of death he would understand what he actually meant to himself. What kind of person he actually was, what it was he could do well, and perhaps something to live for. (As a side note Lanya's feelings are worsened by his force sensitivity, he often confuses them in his mind as some sort of subconscious understanding he has of Kinetic Communication, or a gut feeling. Lanya is deeply sensitive to his feelings, but only acting logically outwardly if a bit overconfident in his understanding of how others see him, he's affected mainly under the surface inhibiting his ability to think quickly, and rationalize adequately.) |
ABILITIES | |
| Dual Wield - 5/10 - Lanya's ability to use two weapons simultaneously, most often a slugthrower-blade combo, or blaster-slugthrower. His accuracy with projectile weapons is slightly better with hip fire, and better with slugthrowers than blasters. He's become so used to having each hand occupied, he will be at a disadvantage should he be forced to wield one blade alone. |
| Slippery - 6/10 - Lanya's style of battle is largely mental and focuses on dodging, deflecting, deceptive feints, and flashy maneuvers. He uses this to his advantage, as he couldn't win a straightforward fight against a formally trained duelist. |
| Presence of Mind - 7/10 - He prides himself on his skills with improvisation, and persuasion. He's quick to resort to unorthodox methods and tactics to get himself out of danger. He can spin lies, excuses, and distractions at the drop of a hat provided he isn't obsessing over some misunderstanding, or unrealistic possibility. Though proud of this he's yet to realize it's a unique talent for him because of his racial and cultural upbringing. |
| Scoundrel's Gut - 2/10 - Lanya's force sensitivity has only manifested thus far as flashes of spontaneous knowledge, more than a feeling, and seemingly not from his own mind, they are strong, strange experiences. Strong enough for him to confuse them with his own emotions being out of whack. He never ignores them, but will often be troubled by them dwelling on their seemingly unprovoked nature. If he can find reason enough to act on them, he may escape danger, however like a psychic tarot reader he can misinterpret them, embroiling him further into a hot spot. |
| Intro Lanya's last stop as he begins pulling himself up by his bootstraps is Tattooine. The catalyst of many an aspiring adventurer's fate, be it the beginning, or end of a story. For the first time in his life he finds himself feeling out of place among these underground types. Among places one would go to see the reality of the underworld, Tattooine is the pinnacle of a 'new frontier.' The stark contrast between the party planet Zeltros, and the places his old crew felt were safe enough to bring him along throws him for a loop. His handful of close calls in the previous year, until now, and real-world experiences with the seedy underworld cause him to feel the real pressure of the reality. He's taken the gift of life moment-to-moment for granted. At the core of his being, he refuses to play quiescent, though he knows not where or why he finds it in himself to do so. In truth he seeks out meaning in life, not a reason to live, but the reasoning behind it. He reaches out to the inhabitants of his hostile new environment, soon finding himself in the throes of a plot to rob a major security corporation on the planet Christophsis. Finding some measure of fulfillment in the novelty provided by his new distraction, his major concerns fade into the back of his mind as he immerses himself in his new role as an opportunistic thrill-seeker. I Now in day two on the crystalline planet Christophsis, Lanya has been introduced to two major characters in his new setting. The seemingly quiet, official Mandalorian bounty hunter, Reikan Zarlenak. Lanya hasn't seen much of Reikan, though he isn't as intimidating as Lanya thought he would have been. He's supposedly the one behind the gathering who had the initial drive to pull this heist. It has yet to be revealed how he got the information, and what exactly lies within the vault of the Dark Core building. His first partner working under Reikan for this job is Joy Carleec, a bubbly blue Twi'lek. Little is know about her past, just as with Reikan. Lanya seems to enjoy her company, and thus far has formed a desire to keep her out of harms way. Joy appears to be in her early teens, reminding Lanya of himself at her age. Likely hoping to keep her from the pitfalls along the path and impart what small measure of wisdom he has gleaned from his experiences, he keeps a watchful eye on her. II In their makeshift headquarters across from the Dark Core building, an upscale hotel room on the third floor, Joy, Reikan, and Lanya await the newcomers to their team. Reikan puts out the word they are to to meet at Lanya's hotel room. Joy and Lanya are in the kitchenette, one hypothesizing how to operate the stove, and the other taste-testing, and deciding on ingredients. There is a knock at the door, and Lanya soon meets the remainder of the team. Bahati the exotic, mouthy, and full-figured ace pilot. Shin'ra, the mysterious, assassin he finds hard to keep track of, and Tala, the Twi'lek Mandalorian bounty hunter whom he met previously on Tattooine. Introductions have yet to be made, but we shall see where the planning phase takes our team. |
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PERSONALITY:
Lanya, put plainly, is a mess. As stress increases, he alternates between contradictory extremes. He dislikes loneliness, and feeling reliant on others. He feels disdain for those who doubt him, yet under stress, constantly second guesses himself. Similarly, he puts himself down when he's doing fine, or even succeeding, yet will encourage and make excuses for himself as things start to get worse. He sometimes feels as if people are doing things that annoy or offend him purposefully when he feels uncomfortable, its not beyond him to consider that people may be working together to capture him or take him down, as he often overthinks things. This used to debilitate and leave him helpless, freezing up like a robot that is trying to process a paradox logically. Early on, he learned to "just do" things and deal with repercussions and unexpected circumstances as they came, now a skill of his.
He frequently invalidates his own feelings. Not meaning he doesn't recognize them as real, that he will oftentimes ignore them as valid motives or factors when deciding his courses of action. Unknown to him his force sensitivity will impart strong "feelings" this is what he sometimes identifies as a"gut feeling," ones that are too strong to ignore. He likens them to his Zeltron physiology, and a preconscious interplay between his understanding of "kinetic communication, adding to his emotional confusion. Sometimes he feels as if he is misunderstanding his feelings or why he is getting them, (which he may,) and can make his situations worse, but he is still alive and considers himself the only one he has to thank for it. Himself, and his 'luck.' Believing himself to be somehow cosmically marked for 'something greater' he often remains collected, and shows a devil-may-care attitude when others begin to panic, as he doesn't like when people get overexcited, or lose control of themselves outwardly. If he comes to a point where he can no longer handle his inner turmoil, he will generally toss everything aside and lapse into recklessness thrill, or sensation seeking behavior.
He is generally very lazy, and carefree. He expects favor and fortune to fall into his lap. Something like a blissfully ignorant optimist, though perpetually dissatisfied. He also hates when people do certain things: like eat with their mouths open, drink or chew loudly, scrape utensils with their teeth, gulp loudly, etc.. or when he can hear people breathing while asleep, mostly when he is trying to sleep in earshot.
Ironically, he has an extreme dislike for disingenuous people, although he himself continually moderates his actions and body language. You could say he's come to see this as being himself, though perhaps his distaste is partially motivated by people's façades requiring actual effort to interpret through kinetic communication, like a foreign dialect of his own language. His racial heritage and cultural upbringing have instilled contradictory beliefs and morals within him resulting in his comfortably paradoxical way of life. Though as an individual, he is generally laconic and lazy, he doesnt find it difficult to be playful, cheerful, personable, and eloquent, or even intimidating should he feel the need.
He is attracted to people with a strong sense of self, and a deeply cultivated character as they are more predictable, and thus reliable. He likes people who would see past his exterior and treat him normally regardless, as a friend. The type of people that would ignore his 'let him sleep at all hours of the day' pleas, or to 'give up his jobs to pursue meaningless fun and reckless adventures.' He appreciates people that complement his personality with their's without being overbearing enough to quash his inner fire, but sometimes yank him down to earth, a blue oni to his apparent red oni personality.
If he finds someone annoying he will look for more reasons they annoy him, and believe they are always like that. If he finds someone very likable he will make excuses for them and defend them even against himself. He will also disregard things he normally dislikes, sympathizing with his friends, seeing them as more 'human' than others. (I.E. 'oh man this person is really thirsty they just worked hard right now' if they slurp drinks/smack their lips. 'hey its kinda cute/funny' if chewing obnoxiously.) He values his opinion of people above all other factors in deciding how to treat others, and will stand up for those who he likes, even if they do something 'wrong,' or got themselves into trouble. I.E. They're purposefully provoking a fight in a cantina, he will throw himself into the fray without hesitation. He often finds himself giving relatively small gifts on impulse with no agenda, but also no good will.
He can be capricious at times, and hard to cheer up, but all in all, is a good enough friend to help out-- or wait it out for.
He frequently invalidates his own feelings. Not meaning he doesn't recognize them as real, that he will oftentimes ignore them as valid motives or factors when deciding his courses of action. Unknown to him his force sensitivity will impart strong "feelings" this is what he sometimes identifies as a"gut feeling," ones that are too strong to ignore. He likens them to his Zeltron physiology, and a preconscious interplay between his understanding of "kinetic communication, adding to his emotional confusion. Sometimes he feels as if he is misunderstanding his feelings or why he is getting them, (which he may,) and can make his situations worse, but he is still alive and considers himself the only one he has to thank for it. Himself, and his 'luck.' Believing himself to be somehow cosmically marked for 'something greater' he often remains collected, and shows a devil-may-care attitude when others begin to panic, as he doesn't like when people get overexcited, or lose control of themselves outwardly. If he comes to a point where he can no longer handle his inner turmoil, he will generally toss everything aside and lapse into recklessness thrill, or sensation seeking behavior.
He is generally very lazy, and carefree. He expects favor and fortune to fall into his lap. Something like a blissfully ignorant optimist, though perpetually dissatisfied. He also hates when people do certain things: like eat with their mouths open, drink or chew loudly, scrape utensils with their teeth, gulp loudly, etc.. or when he can hear people breathing while asleep, mostly when he is trying to sleep in earshot.
Ironically, he has an extreme dislike for disingenuous people, although he himself continually moderates his actions and body language. You could say he's come to see this as being himself, though perhaps his distaste is partially motivated by people's façades requiring actual effort to interpret through kinetic communication, like a foreign dialect of his own language. His racial heritage and cultural upbringing have instilled contradictory beliefs and morals within him resulting in his comfortably paradoxical way of life. Though as an individual, he is generally laconic and lazy, he doesnt find it difficult to be playful, cheerful, personable, and eloquent, or even intimidating should he feel the need.
He is attracted to people with a strong sense of self, and a deeply cultivated character as they are more predictable, and thus reliable. He likes people who would see past his exterior and treat him normally regardless, as a friend. The type of people that would ignore his 'let him sleep at all hours of the day' pleas, or to 'give up his jobs to pursue meaningless fun and reckless adventures.' He appreciates people that complement his personality with their's without being overbearing enough to quash his inner fire, but sometimes yank him down to earth, a blue oni to his apparent red oni personality.
If he finds someone annoying he will look for more reasons they annoy him, and believe they are always like that. If he finds someone very likable he will make excuses for them and defend them even against himself. He will also disregard things he normally dislikes, sympathizing with his friends, seeing them as more 'human' than others. (I.E. 'oh man this person is really thirsty they just worked hard right now' if they slurp drinks/smack their lips. 'hey its kinda cute/funny' if chewing obnoxiously.) He values his opinion of people above all other factors in deciding how to treat others, and will stand up for those who he likes, even if they do something 'wrong,' or got themselves into trouble. I.E. They're purposefully provoking a fight in a cantina, he will throw himself into the fray without hesitation. He often finds himself giving relatively small gifts on impulse with no agenda, but also no good will.
He can be capricious at times, and hard to cheer up, but all in all, is a good enough friend to help out-- or wait it out for.
GEAR:
two 'daggers' attached to his utility belt on his lower back and an arm length blade sheathed in his left boot. he has a modified heavy blaster pistol with a liquid-cable-hook launcher attached to his right thigh on the outside, and one Air Pistol slugthrower http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Air_pistolstrapped onto his lower torso-stomach area near his left hip.
His armor consists of a heavy cloak with a hood, usually wrapped tightly around his shoulders, and pinned together on his upper right pectoral area, though the clip isn't visible. his cloak covers most of his body and has suffered some wear and tear, is faded from the sun beating on it, and frayed or shredded from dragging on the ground. Underneath that cloak are two stiff metal epaulets to give a little protection, if they make his shoulders look a little broader so be it.
His body armor consists of a well-loved matte black leather tunic criss-crossed in dark brown leather-type straps, he has one or two pouches hanging around, his armor is modulated to suit his needs. his armor shows a bit of his hip bones, and lower torso, just underneath where his blaster hangs.
His pants ride a bit low in front, what can i say, he IS a Zeltron. they are constructed of the same matte black leather-ish material, and also have a few straps criss-crossed around in such a way not to hinder his movement.
He wears tall black matte leather boots that go up to the bottoms of his kneecaps with brushed metal toe-caps, and some heaving looking metal studs holding them into place, which he can unscrew to remove the toe-caps.
He is in possession of a facemask that covers his nose, underneath his eyes, and his jaw, it was originally to help him breathe and look cool in crowded club areas where people sweat a lot, and smoke illicit substances, he keeps it around. you know, to look cool. (It can filter, and purify air.)
He also possesses thick goggles they have a silvery-metallic reflective finish on the lens.
two 'daggers' attached to his utility belt on his lower back and an arm length blade sheathed in his left boot. he has a modified heavy blaster pistol with a liquid-cable-hook launcher attached to his right thigh on the outside, and one Air Pistol slugthrower http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Air_pistolstrapped onto his lower torso-stomach area near his left hip.
His armor consists of a heavy cloak with a hood, usually wrapped tightly around his shoulders, and pinned together on his upper right pectoral area, though the clip isn't visible. his cloak covers most of his body and has suffered some wear and tear, is faded from the sun beating on it, and frayed or shredded from dragging on the ground. Underneath that cloak are two stiff metal epaulets to give a little protection, if they make his shoulders look a little broader so be it.
His body armor consists of a well-loved matte black leather tunic criss-crossed in dark brown leather-type straps, he has one or two pouches hanging around, his armor is modulated to suit his needs. his armor shows a bit of his hip bones, and lower torso, just underneath where his blaster hangs.
His pants ride a bit low in front, what can i say, he IS a Zeltron. they are constructed of the same matte black leather-ish material, and also have a few straps criss-crossed around in such a way not to hinder his movement.
He wears tall black matte leather boots that go up to the bottoms of his kneecaps with brushed metal toe-caps, and some heaving looking metal studs holding them into place, which he can unscrew to remove the toe-caps.
He is in possession of a facemask that covers his nose, underneath his eyes, and his jaw, it was originally to help him breathe and look cool in crowded club areas where people sweat a lot, and smoke illicit substances, he keeps it around. you know, to look cool. (It can filter, and purify air.)
He also possesses thick goggles they have a silvery-metallic reflective finish on the lens.
SHIP:
A heavily modified YT-1930 The "Lucky Star"
Approved tech profile here.
A heavily modified YT-1930 The "Lucky Star"
Approved tech profile here.
DROIDS:
He travels with an old astromech droid who he affectionately refers to as A-U (corruption of 'Ay, you!') capable of flying the ship, though not well suited for battle. His droid is plated with a shiny gold color.
He travels with an old astromech droid who he affectionately refers to as A-U (corruption of 'Ay, you!') capable of flying the ship, though not well suited for battle. His droid is plated with a shiny gold color.
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