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NAME: Naomi Sol
FACTION: Independent Merc
RANK: N/A
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 27
GENDER: Female
HEIGHT: 6’
WEIGHT: 160lbs
EYES: light blue
HAIR: Silverish blue
SKIN: pale white
CREDITS: 1,000
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Large scar down her back, miner scars randomly around her body.
DOMINATE HAND: Right handed
FORCE SENSITIVE: N/A
STRENGTH: Enhanced strength from armor 9/10, out of armor 5/10.
DEXTERITY: vary agile even without the armor on, for quick escapes after a completed mission.
CONSTITUTION: usually very healthy, but if she gets sick she’s bed ridden for weeks do to her immune system fighting off the infection completely leaving her exhausted.
INTELLIGENCE: schooled in all forums of infiltration and long ranged combat, with a bit of street smarts.
WISDOM: Usually any bits of wisdom she gets from picking things up from holo books.
CHARISMA: Not usually very charismatic but if it comes to something she needs from someone, or have them do something for her she’ll find a way.
FORCE POWERS: N/A
SKILLS:
• Infiltration, and slicing
• Long range combat, and pistol marksman, in close quarters
• Close range sword, and hand to hand combat
• Tactical thinker
• Able to read lips
LIGHTSABER/SWORD FORMS: N/A
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
Strengths:
Able to sneak into almost any location, and skilled at long range operations.
Strong sense of honor, and dignity, usually can get someone to do something for her by making the person in question owe her something.
Weaknesses:
Being bed ridden for weeks at a time do to a common cold do to a immunity disorder.
Not to great at mid ranged combat.
Sometimes do to her agility and height causes her to be a little clumsy sometimes
GEAR:
• Two hideout slugthrower pistols **
• One modified slugthrower assault rifle for close range combat *
• One holdout blaster pistol *
• One Standard Issue Slug pistol modified holopoint rounds **
• One .50 Cal long range slug rifle *
• Two combat knifes **
• A pair of Range finder goggles *
• Medium armor with built in rangefinder in the helmet lenses but usually doesn’t were the helmet, unless it’s a hazardous situation *
* in civies
** In armor
SHIP: (The Nirvana)
A modified transport she took after killing a smuggler who was working for a slave trader who stole from a hut. She renamed it the nirvana after taking it re-naming and changing its ID codes. It has two dual defence laser turrets on the top and bottom of the ship, a modified hyper drive that is prone to shorting out do to the engines increased power output which gives it a better maneuverability, at sub light speeds. The cockpit is off of the main body supported by two arm pylons; behind the cockpit is the main quarter where the owner of the ship can sleep. The main body is a little squarish, with a central mess area and two secondary quarters for passengers the nose of the ship houses the cargo bay which was modified to house concussion missile launchers.
PETS: N/A
PERSONALITY:
Very Noble acting always looking to help people and she has a high sense of justice, she won’t take on any merc jobs against regular civilians, no matter the price. She also always repays her depts., to people she owes and expects the same in return if they don’t she’ll find a way for the person to repay her. She puts on a hard exterior but is actually a really kind person underneath.
HISTORY:
Naomi was raised by her grandparents after her immediate family was murdered in a robbery at her home. The bodies of her mother and younger brother were never found.
The girl herself was not present at the time of the crime, spending the night at a friend’s she returned, only to be sent to live with her closest relatives, her grandparents.
Her grandfather was an ex-Republic officer and over the years he drilled and instilled deep thoughts of honor, compassion and moral codes into her young mind….when he was sober. He was a heavy alcoholic and often beat Naomi in his drunken bouts, blaming her for the death of his only daughter. She would remain under the roof of her tormentor until adulthood. On Naomi’s 18th year the abuse escalated, and eleven years after the tragic death of his beloved child he attacked Naomi physically- burning her flesh with a fire poker at scorching heat. Her grandmother did little to protect her, hiding in fear that her husband would next turn upon her. Fleeing to the second story of their home, the girl was struck twice in the back, her clothes sliced to ribbons and her body permanently marked, she broke a vase on his head and knocked her grand father out, she gathered what clothes she could and bid her grandparent farewell with her grandfather screaming into the night as she ran away, never to return again
Naomi took up small independent bounty work to support her travels until she came across and newly formed band of mercenaries. Their tutelage and training made her battle hard. Her relationship with the team was a shaky one and she often disagreed with their methods. Her principles and thirst for justice went unquenched and she was often of little help on assignments that compromised her morality. One mission entailed the slaughter of a family who was guilty by association of the man of the house. Unable to pay a Hutt by his deadline, the team was hired to dispose of them. Another required the band to assist a group of terrorist- a heavily armed resistance group on a small planet near the core worlds. Each member was given charge of a platoon and expected to help kick the republic military off the planet.
It was there she meet a young sergeant by the name of Shawn Mac’ Neal during a recovery mission of an intelligence drone that went down. But when they got there it was destroyed on impact, and chewed to pieces by mynoks. The republic forces that arrived at the same time as her own. Rather then opening fire on them, the young sergeant proposed a peaceful resolution to the situation and allowed Naomi and her troops to leave. Naomi felt a kinsman ship with the man and felt an obligation to repay him in some way.
She made good on this later when she intercepted Shawn’s surviving group while they ran. Abandoned from their forces she rescued him and his remaining soldiers, helping them reunite with their fleet and get much needed medical attention.
Her fellow mercenaries were not pleased. Their clients almost refused to pay her remaining partners, seeing her aid to the republic as a betrayal worth death.
Leaving the warring words behind them they retuned, seeking new missions and feeling distrustful of their knightly companion.
Naomi’s final rendezvous with the group involved the assassination of a civilian family
whose eldest son picked a fight with a powerful noble; she refused. She left the mercenary group for good and started to take jobs independently and of her own will. One such assignment came from a Hutt who wanted a petty smuggler killed for stealing his cargo and killing the crew who had been entrusted with its passage. The Hutt made a deal with the Merciful Merc, If she were to rid him of the smuggler and return his cargo, the rest of the thief’s’ goods would be hers. Naomi Agreed and finished the job quick and painless after and extended time of spying. She found the smuggler to also be involved in the slave trade. The woman’s unique skill for reading lips gave her the ships pass code and prevented sabotage devices from hindering her mission. She was paid her (thousand) credits and given a fine ship and new gear.
KILLS:
N/A
DUELING RING MATCHES:
GRAND TOURNAMENT MATCHES:
N/A
ROLE-PLAYS:
N/A
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