My story begins on the planet Cioral. As many of you know, it’s a highly urbanized planet among the Chiss Ascendancy. My family had left Csilla many years ago, due to the intense glaciation process. It was definitely a wise move. Cioral has much more to offer, like food and warmth.
However, Cioral didn’t offer kindness. My mother learned that before I was even born. Making her life in the lower city, the woman worked precariously, often smuggling and selling spice, as well as doing freelance things, like covering up a swoop gang’s trail.
Due to her dealings, my mother caught the eye of a swoop gang leader. Whilst she did her best to remain neutral in her dealings, he wanted her, in more ways than one. He constantly wooed her, supplied food and shelter when she couldn’t afford it, and was extremely kind to her. Needless to say, she fell for him.
I was the result of their affections. I was born healthy, nothing wrong. My parents cared for me deeply, as well as the members of my father’s swoop gang. The swoop gang became my aunts and uncles, whilst others became grandparents.
As I aged, I became part of the swoop gang. By the age of ten, I knew how to properly wield a blaster and a rifle. I knew how to slice, hack, and ride and rig a swoop bike. I knew how to lie, steal, and manipulate to the point my parents didn’t know if they could trust me anymore. And they were proud. Oh, so proud their daughter was so skilled.
At twelve, I made up my mind. I loved my parents and the swoop gang, but there had to be a better life on the surface. Whilst we saw glimpses of sunlight occasionally, the sewage was beginning to leak, there were toxins in the air, and swoop gang warfare was at an all-time high.
Now, the Ascendancy did try and send police to stop the gang violence. However, it didn’t work. It was thanks to that act that I managed to reach the surface though. There was a prison nearby the elevator and to get from the Upper City to the lower one, one needed authorization papers.
I did the obvious thing. I staged an attack. I reprogrammed a few droids here and there to help me along the way. The droids began ushering the police officer towards me. I was in a dark corner. He picked up his pace, only to be met by other droids. In the end, he was brought before me, a sewage rat in the great Chiss Ascendancy.
I was careful by how I acted. I made up blackmail. He was telling me that I was risking imprisonment, something that I knew all far too well about. I continued with my plan, waiting for the timer I had installed in the droids to go off.
It did. They shut down. To put it nicely, I was dragged into the prison hold. Locked up.
Lower City prisons, if you must know, aren’t very precautionary. Just a few bars, no force fields. It’s kind of me to say that, in fact.
I waited for a few days, the men sending sexist slurs my way. Eventually, one got a tad bit fresh when I went to get my food. A nice punch to the head knocked him down. Comatose.
I couldn’t help but smile. Whilst it was my idea to be imprisoned, it was one of my worst ideas. The corrupt officers had no idea of what was to come.
I stole the passcard in his pocket. Indeed… He was fresh. I used that to free me, before I took his gun. I shot him dead, then continued on my way.
The office clerk was terrified once she saw me. Bam. She was dead too. It was easy enough to take her authorization papers and disguise myself to look like the woman in the picture.
However, I wasn’t about to leave without saying goodbye to the swoop gang. No, I returned, much to my parent’s relief and dismay (they didn’t want me to leave), then I grabbed my things and entered the Upper City.
There I lived, bound to pry on the misfortune of others to make my money. I created fake insurance scams, I stole mail, and even worked at a droid shop, making sure all the droids I made or fixed had a hidden timer in them, which would cause something simple, but vital to go wrong.
I made my living like this for years, or, until my sixteenth birthday. I enticed a noble or two, slept with them, and stole their money in small amounts. Sure, I’m not proud of it, but it gave me the taste of the high life. Something I longed for. I bought fancy clothes, rented my own apartment out, and even bought expensive weapons.
However, one’s luck couldn’t last forever. I rather frisky noble came after me, wanting his money back. Needless to say, I said no, and a struggle ensued.
Never underestimate a woman. It’s quite wise. I grabbed my stun baton and nailed him… Afterwards, I just threw him off of a ledge. It looked like suicide, if you ask me.
I had to be cautious, though. I panicked a tad bit afterward, moving the money throughout several bank accounts to keep it hidden. And then I left, just like that, and entered the Chiss Ascendancy military. What better way to keep records hidden from Cioral than go to a different planet?
I entered the Academy, progressing extremely quick due to my age and skill with everything lower city related. I passed with flying colors as a recruit.
As someone from the lower city, I knew how to be quiet and stealthy. This was used to great effect whilst I watched the Mandalorians from a distance or the Republic from a bordering world. Nothing of note really and truly happened, but it wouldn’t hurt to mention that I did go on several of these subterfuge missions.
I served for five more years, easily throwing my weight around. I was quite confident of my prowess, more so as a spy than anything else. The looming threat of the Republic and Mandalorians to us, we did the natural thing and allied to the Sith. Something I agreed entirely with.
With the wonderful alliance brought forward, I was promoted on my latest mission to Legionnaire Prime. With that rank, I proved myself to be more than skilled and crafty in many combat situations. I was, needless to say, making my parents proud (and giving them gray hair) along with their swoop gang.
I’ve not talked to my parents in a while, but if they could see me now, no doubt they’d be proud. And I will continue to make them proud, along with the Chiss Ascendancy.
However, Cioral didn’t offer kindness. My mother learned that before I was even born. Making her life in the lower city, the woman worked precariously, often smuggling and selling spice, as well as doing freelance things, like covering up a swoop gang’s trail.
Due to her dealings, my mother caught the eye of a swoop gang leader. Whilst she did her best to remain neutral in her dealings, he wanted her, in more ways than one. He constantly wooed her, supplied food and shelter when she couldn’t afford it, and was extremely kind to her. Needless to say, she fell for him.
I was the result of their affections. I was born healthy, nothing wrong. My parents cared for me deeply, as well as the members of my father’s swoop gang. The swoop gang became my aunts and uncles, whilst others became grandparents.
As I aged, I became part of the swoop gang. By the age of ten, I knew how to properly wield a blaster and a rifle. I knew how to slice, hack, and ride and rig a swoop bike. I knew how to lie, steal, and manipulate to the point my parents didn’t know if they could trust me anymore. And they were proud. Oh, so proud their daughter was so skilled.
At twelve, I made up my mind. I loved my parents and the swoop gang, but there had to be a better life on the surface. Whilst we saw glimpses of sunlight occasionally, the sewage was beginning to leak, there were toxins in the air, and swoop gang warfare was at an all-time high.
Now, the Ascendancy did try and send police to stop the gang violence. However, it didn’t work. It was thanks to that act that I managed to reach the surface though. There was a prison nearby the elevator and to get from the Upper City to the lower one, one needed authorization papers.
I did the obvious thing. I staged an attack. I reprogrammed a few droids here and there to help me along the way. The droids began ushering the police officer towards me. I was in a dark corner. He picked up his pace, only to be met by other droids. In the end, he was brought before me, a sewage rat in the great Chiss Ascendancy.
I was careful by how I acted. I made up blackmail. He was telling me that I was risking imprisonment, something that I knew all far too well about. I continued with my plan, waiting for the timer I had installed in the droids to go off.
It did. They shut down. To put it nicely, I was dragged into the prison hold. Locked up.
Lower City prisons, if you must know, aren’t very precautionary. Just a few bars, no force fields. It’s kind of me to say that, in fact.
I waited for a few days, the men sending sexist slurs my way. Eventually, one got a tad bit fresh when I went to get my food. A nice punch to the head knocked him down. Comatose.
I couldn’t help but smile. Whilst it was my idea to be imprisoned, it was one of my worst ideas. The corrupt officers had no idea of what was to come.
I stole the passcard in his pocket. Indeed… He was fresh. I used that to free me, before I took his gun. I shot him dead, then continued on my way.
The office clerk was terrified once she saw me. Bam. She was dead too. It was easy enough to take her authorization papers and disguise myself to look like the woman in the picture.
However, I wasn’t about to leave without saying goodbye to the swoop gang. No, I returned, much to my parent’s relief and dismay (they didn’t want me to leave), then I grabbed my things and entered the Upper City.
There I lived, bound to pry on the misfortune of others to make my money. I created fake insurance scams, I stole mail, and even worked at a droid shop, making sure all the droids I made or fixed had a hidden timer in them, which would cause something simple, but vital to go wrong.
I made my living like this for years, or, until my sixteenth birthday. I enticed a noble or two, slept with them, and stole their money in small amounts. Sure, I’m not proud of it, but it gave me the taste of the high life. Something I longed for. I bought fancy clothes, rented my own apartment out, and even bought expensive weapons.
However, one’s luck couldn’t last forever. I rather frisky noble came after me, wanting his money back. Needless to say, I said no, and a struggle ensued.
Never underestimate a woman. It’s quite wise. I grabbed my stun baton and nailed him… Afterwards, I just threw him off of a ledge. It looked like suicide, if you ask me.
I had to be cautious, though. I panicked a tad bit afterward, moving the money throughout several bank accounts to keep it hidden. And then I left, just like that, and entered the Chiss Ascendancy military. What better way to keep records hidden from Cioral than go to a different planet?
I entered the Academy, progressing extremely quick due to my age and skill with everything lower city related. I passed with flying colors as a recruit.
As someone from the lower city, I knew how to be quiet and stealthy. This was used to great effect whilst I watched the Mandalorians from a distance or the Republic from a bordering world. Nothing of note really and truly happened, but it wouldn’t hurt to mention that I did go on several of these subterfuge missions.
I served for five more years, easily throwing my weight around. I was quite confident of my prowess, more so as a spy than anything else. The looming threat of the Republic and Mandalorians to us, we did the natural thing and allied to the Sith. Something I agreed entirely with.
With the wonderful alliance brought forward, I was promoted on my latest mission to Legionnaire Prime. With that rank, I proved myself to be more than skilled and crafty in many combat situations. I was, needless to say, making my parents proud (and giving them gray hair) along with their swoop gang.
I’ve not talked to my parents in a while, but if they could see me now, no doubt they’d be proud. And I will continue to make them proud, along with the Chiss Ascendancy.
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NAME: Kist’ala’narimo
GIVEN NAME: Talana (Tah-la-nah)
FACTION: Chiss Ascendancy
RANK: Legionnaire Prime
SPECIES: Chiss
HEIGHT:5’3”
WEIGHT: DATA CORRUPTED….
GENERAL STATISTICS:
Talana possesses above average strength when compared to a human. As a Chiss, her muscle mass isn’t that great, but it isn’t to say she isn’t strong.
Talana has proven to be one of the most agile Chiss around. Her constant spying and metabolism have kept her dexterity very high.
Talana is very healthy.
Talana proves her cunning and skill time and time again. She is impeccably intelligent.
Talana learns very well. That being said, she passes urban wisdom on easily, such as swoop gangs and weapons.
Talana proves to be very charismatic and extremely manipulative.
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NAME: Kist’ala’narimo
GIVEN NAME: Talana (Tah-la-nah)
FACTION: Chiss Ascendancy
RANK: Legionnaire Prime
SPECIES: Chiss
HEIGHT:5’3”
WEIGHT: DATA CORRUPTED….
GENERAL STATISTICS:
Talana possesses above average strength when compared to a human. As a Chiss, her muscle mass isn’t that great, but it isn’t to say she isn’t strong.
Talana has proven to be one of the most agile Chiss around. Her constant spying and metabolism have kept her dexterity very high.
Talana is very healthy.
Talana proves her cunning and skill time and time again. She is impeccably intelligent.
Talana learns very well. That being said, she passes urban wisdom on easily, such as swoop gangs and weapons.
Talana proves to be very charismatic and extremely manipulative.
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Talana in her casual wear.
Talana in her combat gear.
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Talana in her combat gear.
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