"I can't take it any more... I feel like I'm going to die!"
"You will if you commit suicide."
"Should I? I don't want to live in this pain any more. I feel so... Empty."
"If you think you need to do so, then by all means, off yourself."
"I just don't know..."
"Then you're not ready to die. If you were truly empty you wouldn't feel the pain. What's festering inside of you is what's keeping you alive. Inflicted pain is who you are. What's causing this pain?"
"I have these... These thoughts, of hurting people. I want to crush skulls. I want to rip out eyes. I want to hurt other people, even kill them."
"Then do so, you would be an excellent mercenary."
"Really? You think so?"
"Only way to go out there and try."
"You are the best wife, ever."
"Of course I am, you pay me to be."
Born and raised with in the high life of Corellia, Neva Ysavari was raised by a prominent lawyer and his trophy wife. Yet, these paternal figures were not her biological parents. Neva was adopted from the slums of her homeworld, at first a shy and rather broken little human girl. When she was adopted, the new life of living amongst wealth patched the cracks of her soul, slowly but surely. With in a few years, she had developed her own taste of greed due to the spoiling of her adopted parents.
The position of being an only child had its consequences, both good at bad. The bad was that she went to strict all girl's academy for her entire school career. This included afternoons of high class dance sessions and evenings with tutors to teach her xeno languages. Neva quickly learned that with the work she put in, the gifts bestowed on her were worth it. Showered in everything from high praise in the forms of expensive nights out to prizes that included anything her bright blue eyes fell on.
The greed grew especially in her teenage years. Still confined to an all girls academy, she spent much of her time in public areas, trying to learn of the mysterious gender of boys. What she discovered, was that they had more lust than she did. It didn't take long for her to resist their advances only to string them along for what she wanted out of them. The devious side of her manifested.
Just after graduation with honors, she started to accept credits from men for her time. At first, she'd simply be a shoulder to cry on, an ear to listen to their troubles. Yet, as her client base grew, the thought of a profitable business occurred. A simple request procured a substantial lump sum of credits out of her parents and with it she purchased a lavish lounge, the back office becoming the chamber in which secrets were spilled. Men of all sorts of different species and paid top credit for her time, expensive for just having a conversation. But the males paid, so she'd partake in their woes.
The success of being a hired consort fuels Neva's hunger for more. If a client changes their career by her advice, she gets a cut of every paycheck. The prices for her time continue to soar, yet no one seems to ever have a problem paying. She even lets them think that she's what ever he wants her to be, even if that means playing 'wife'.